#it’s funny! it’s funny. you’re gonna laugh at it later. you’re gonna wake up in the middle of the night and be like ‘that was funny.’

[linoveins]

silky shorts and stained shirts

when best friend!minho sees fem!reader in revealing clothes for the first time…

genre: smut n fluff

warnings: masturbation, perversion, dom/sub fantasies. minors, do not interact!!

w.c.: 2.1k

minho often visits your place unannounced. at some point you just gave him a key and he gladly takes advantage of it. just like today.

minho just got back from dance practice and decided to raid your apartment for some food since he forgot to do groceries and he's feeling too lazy to do them now. 

“Y/N!!!” he announces his arrival, strolling through the door like it’s his place like always.

the apartment is too silent. he figures you’re not home yet. you had a lecture around this time so he wasn’t really expecting you to be here.

he opens your pantry in attempts of finding something quick to eat but clicks his tongue at the lack of food that greets him. seems like you didn’t do your groceries too. he heads to the fridge, hoping for a miracle, and his eyes practically sparkle at seeing a cup of his favorite pudding.

he opens it up, a joyous look resting on his face like a child finding a hidden stack of candy. he makes himself comfortable on your couch, happily chewing on the sweet treat while turning on the television.

he laughs to himself. you’d definitely be annoyed at him for eating your dessert.

deciding to be even more annoying, he gets his phone and takes a video of himself happily munching on the pudding he stole.

“nomnomnomnom.” he chews in front of the camera tauntingly and sends you the video with a mischievous grin on his face.

“ding!” what the hell? the unexpected notification sound coming from your room makes him jump. he gets off the couch and goes to your room to inspect. he already guesses you're probably in there, choosing sleep over attending a minor class. it has happened too many times. you'll always regret it afterwards. he'll definitely scold you for skipping your lecture.

minho opens the door, ready to wake you up, and his heart just drops to his belly.

there you are, in deep sleep, in the thinnest shorts he’s ever seen you in. he hasn't even seen you in any piece of clothing that stops above halfway of your thigh. the loose strap of your camisole had fallen off your shoulder. your legs are tangled with the blanket, one of it hitched over the material, and his knees almost buckle at the bit of cleavage your position subjected you to.

you’re a restless sleeper. he has a whole album in his phone of you in weird positions while asleep. he playfully threatens you that he’ll post some on your birthday when you annoy him with your antics but he never does, wanting to keep the funny and adorable sight to himself.

although what he’s seeing right now is not funny at all. his cock twitches in his pants almost immediately. he blinks three or four times in shock before he finally closes your door, cursing at himself and running to the bathroom.

since when did you look like that?

had your thighs always looked that fucking soft? he groans at the apparent feeling of his sweatpants getting tighter. he has to collect himself.

but he wants to grab your thighs... spread you for him maybe. you’d look so pretty. would you shiver if he touches you higher? and your tits…

“shit.”

he now has an erection in your bathroom, right after staring at your exposed body for much longer than he should have (not long enough, he thinks and buries deep), and right after eating the last cup of pudding you had.

what a horrible friend he is.

he sighs and palms himself. yeah, he’s horrible. he’ll buy you two extra cups of pudding later but he has to take care of his problem for now before he loses his mind. 

he bites his lip, trying to keep quiet as he pushes his pants down. he palms his twitching cock and hisses.

minho gathers all the shame left in him and turns on your faucet to muffle the sounds he knows he’s gonna make eventually. upping your water bill while he jacks off to the thought of your sleeping form...

what a damn horrible friend.

he gently gathers the pre-cum from his tip and spreads it over his cock. he groans. don’t think about her, don’t think about her, don’t think about her… he repeats it in his head as if his cock will listen.

shit, your bathroom smells like you, of course. his cock jumps at the memory of your smell, now invading his senses, and he gives up on trying to be decent and just closes his eyes, thinking of you sprawled out so vulnerable and pretty. 

he’s squeezes the base and he strokes. his thoughts go back to your thighs. your perfect fucking thighs… shit, if he could only push them together and fuck his cock in between them. would you squirm? he bets you will. you can’t even take a massage without squirming. you'll squirm on it, alright.

he keeps the pace rather slow, trying to make the fantasy last as long as possible. he decides he can feel guilty about it all he wants after. 

he's sure you’d go shy on him. you’d whine and complain about it being too big. he squeezes at the base. he’d coo at you. maybe he’ll grind it on your pussy first. he bets you’ll really squirm at that. but he’ll keep you in place. he’ll hold your thighs down. fuck. your soft fucking thighs. he grips himself harder. 

he won’t take your cute little shorts off. he’ll push the fabric aside and rub his heavy cock on you. you’d be so fucking wet, he thinks. so wet for him. he strokes a bit faster. he hopes you’d be so fucking sensitive too. he’d tap it on your clit. no- he groans. he’ll slap it on you. you'd whine so prettily, won't you? moan his name with your gentle voice? you'd get wetter. he'll make sure of it. he'd spread you and fucking hump his cock on your cunt for all he's worth. you would be so fucking wet. shit. 

you’d cry and tell him you're too sensitive. he'd hum in your ear, “poor baby”, in the sweetest fucking tone you’ve heard. but he won’t stop. you don't want him to. he’ll push his cock on it harder. you would grip onto his thighs, whimpering like a good girl.

minho's hand cramps from his harsh strokes. he switches to his other hand and tugs on it at a faster pace. you'd drool and bite on your lips, he can almost taste it. he decides he'll pull down the other strap of your top until your tits fall out. he keeps up the pace. he’s almost there. he'll fondle them. he knows they’re soft too. they'll be so soft and perfect in his rough palms. he’d pinch and squeeze and hold and fucking grope while his dick runs over and over your clit. you’d keep whining about how it’s too much. too sensitive. too intense. but you’ll love it, won't you? you'll beg him for more. he’ll laugh at you all sweet and condescending. “can’t even take it and i’m just rubbing on you? can this pretty pussy even handle me inside?” you'll pout at him for that and he'll follow eventually.

he’d keep playing with your tits. he'd use his mouth eventually. licking and sucking on it. you’ll try to muffle your sounds but you wouldn’t be able to. no, not when his cock would still be all over your messy cunt. he pants, biting on his lip. he’s almost fucking there. he’d take things further. maybe bite on your nipple while twisting and tugging the other one. then he'll do it. oh, you'll scream so good when he rams himself inside you without warning. you'll be latching onto him, clenching and whimpering and cumming fucking hard on his cock.

minho cums right after his image of you. his vision blurs. it’s dizzying. hot liquid squirts all over his shirt, coating his hand. goodness, there’s a lot of fucking cum. he leans back on the door with a sigh, cock out and softening, guilt still far away after having one of the hardest orgasms he’s ever had.

a moment passes and he washes his hands. he washes his face too. his red ears and neck was an embarrassing sight. he gathers himself, and there it is. the guilt.

he realizes he made a mess of his shirt. he needs to get his shit together. he won’t risk the possibility of you seeing him in his cum-stained shirt. minho comes out of the bathroom, shirt in his hand. he’ll just quickly grab one of his hoodies in your closet. 

he enters your room, glaring hard at the closet like it's a life and death situation. he tiptoes across your room, not risking to look at you again.

he reaches the cabinet handle. quickly and quietly, he takes a hoodie. success.

“minho?” your gentle voice startles him out of his internal battles at the moment. “why are you naked?”

he puts on the hoodie, still avoiding looking at you while he closes the cabinet.

“spilled something on it.”

you blink. then you stretch while letting out a moan. he takes a deep breath.

you get up from the bed and go outside. he rolls his dirty shirt in his hand and follows you to the kitchen.

fuck. there you are again. you’re bending over, checking the damn fridge and he clenches his jaw so hard it feels like it's gonna break.

“did you eat my pudding?” you huff at him. he exhales.

“yeah. s-sorry. i’ll buy you two after”, he says, guilt-ridden, and you just stare at him for 5 seconds. shit, do you know about the other thing? it's not likely..

you laugh. “calm down. why do you look all pouty?” you think it’s odd. minho would usually poke fun at you for him eating your food. minho just blinks at you. you shrug and you just look for at least a snack.

“i forgot to do groceries… i won’t have shit to eat tonight”, you say, opening your pantry and finding nothing. you open your fridge again, then you open your pantry again as if food will mysteriously appear the second time you do it. 

he’d make fun of you for it if he wasn’t so distracted by your nipples poking through your camisole, the light from the kitchen making it visible and inviting. nope. you deserve the courtesy of him being normal.

he grips his dirty shirt that he’s still somehow holding onto. you don’t even seem to care about your little attire. you're so comfortable in his presence and here he is he feels warmth pool in his belly again. he blinks and stares at your face instead.

“y-yeah. i have to do groceries too. how about you go with me later? let’s eat at that new place near uni first”, minho says, trying to speak as non-chalant as possible.

“mhm okay. i’m hungry as hell though so let’s go now. i’ll just get changed”, you say as you walk back to your room.

you pass by him and suddenly grab his dirty shirt from him and he panics. he grabs it back a bit aggresively.

“hey! what the-”, you start but he interrupts you.

“sorry. it’s just really dirty”, he quickly says, gripping the shirt tightly so you won’t try doing anything again.

“yeah that’s why i’ll put it in the laundry bin. gimme.” you tug at the shirt he's holding while looking at him confused.

“i-i can wash it. besides, you’ll steal it from me and i like this shirt very much.” he doesn’t. and even if he did. he liked that you took his things. but he puts on a teasing smile anyway so you’ll buy his excuses. you just roll your eyes at him with a smile and shut your door to get changed.

minho sighs in relief. he goes outside your apartment to bury the evidence of his... perversions. he tosses the stained shirt into the bin outside, burying it under the other plastic bags. 

even after destroying evidence, it doesn't make him less guilty of the deed. he'll try not to think about it. it'll be easy. he'll get over it.

he comes back inside your apartment, and there you are again, all pretty in your ridiculous baggy pants and one of his hoodies you stole, all cute with a pout on your face as you frown at your phone when you hear the little “nomnomnomnom” sound come from it.

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a/n: this is my first fic (drabble?) ever. pls bare with me. i made this account just to read but i got distracted seeing lino's ig story. he's sooooo fucking cute i had to write something. also idrk how to do warnings let me know if there should be something else there (^人^)

[lowkeyremi]

Slightly suggestive!!

“Brat’s down,” your husband murmurs quietly with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Thank you for putting Shoko to sleep babe.” Katsuki nods firmly. You’re sitting on the couch minding your own business but you can see the blonde staring at you out of the corner of your eye.

“What? Is something wrong?” You ask wiping your face, thinking that there may be some chocolate cake crumbs left on your mouth.

“No ’s just… our other three brats are at sleepovers ‘n Shoko’s down for the night with Mina comin’ ina few minutes.” His lip turns upward at the corner; just acknowledging the fact that all four of your kids are occupied for the night.

“And..?” You ask with a knowing smirk.

“And, we have finally have some time for a date.” Katsuki’s not wrong. With his line of work he often doesn’t come home until late and when he does come home early you guys are busy with your four children.

It seems you two are always missing each other. The passion is still there of course, it just feels like you guys don’t have the time to just enjoy each other’s company, which you both knew that would be the case going into parenthood, but it’s still something you’re learning to get used to.

“Seems that way, huh? Are we gonna get some dinner then do something else?” You can’t remember the last time you and Katuski went out to dinner without the kids with you.

“Was thinking’ dinner and a lil bit of fun after that.” You know what he’d implying by “a little bit of fun” by the way he licks his lips.

“That fun better involve some condoms, because I’m done having kids.” He chuckles at that, and that’s when you truly realize how much time the two of you have spent together. When he laughs there are little wrinkles around his eyes and you usually hear him complain about the occasional grey hair growing on his head.

“Fuck rubbers, I’ll pull out.” Katsuki folds his arms just hearing the word condoms.

You snort at his statement, and he glares, “I don’t see what’s so funny.”

“You say you’ll pull out. Every. Single. Time. And guess what? We have a seven month old baby now.” It’s your turn to fold your arms at Katsuki’s ridiculousness.

“That’s different, I was tryna get ya knocked up.” Your eyes widen and you gasp loudly, “Katsuki!”

“Ya seriously didn’t realize it?” His lips turn upward again and you chuck a pillow at him which he catches and throws back at you with more force.

“Condoms. That’s final.” He groans quietly as to not wake the baby.

“God, we haven’t used condoms in years. Aren’t ya getting to the age of menopause anyway?”

“Are you serious??? I am NOT that old.” You know he’s joking by the way he snickers.

“Fuck, fine. I’ll go buy some. Just f’you.” He says it with a grimace on his face, but you know deep down he’s okay with it because he’ll do anything to make you comfortable.

“Thank you baby. I’ll go get ready for dinner while waiting for Mina.”

“Damn, I don’t even know what size I’d be.” The blonde scratches his chin in thought.

“Probably a small.” He charges to the couch to lift you up over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” Your demand is followed by a shriek when he slaps your ass, hard.

“Take it back then.” Back in the earlier stages of your relationship, Katsuki never held back with slapping your ass, but now that you guys have kids, you’ve deemed it inappropriate. You were used to it back then but now it’s caught you off guard since it’s been so long.

“Take what back?” The innocence you fein doesn’t faze your husband at all.

“Take back what ya said about my monster sized cock.”

Now you can’t help but laugh at that. “Do you always have to be so childish, Katsuki?

“S’not childish it’s the truth.”

“Okay your dick is big, put me down.” He huffs, clearly not satisfied with your answer, but he puts you down anyway.

10 minutes later he returns from the convenience store, with no bag in hand.

Mina had arrived while he was gone and the two of you had been catching up for a little while.

“So, Katsuki… where are the condoms?” You ask when you realize he has nothing in hand.

“They didn’t have my size.” He says cheekily and you’re sure that was far from the truth.

“Really?” You say sarcastically.

“Really. Anyway, thanks Raccoon Eyes for stepping in to watch our baby.” Mina giggles at his implications earlier.

“You two have fun!!!” You roll your eyes, but you’re secretly very excited to spend time with your husband one on one.

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[gallavichsreddie1128]

In the back of the Honda (Deadpool)

Description: Y/N and Wade fuck in the back of the Honda

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,346k

Request: can we have a deadpool smut in the suit ?

Being in the void with Wade and Logan wasn’t so fun after all. Y/N thought that they would be a good team and could take on the world but she was wrong. All they kept doing was fighting and it was starting to piss her off. At first it was funny but now? After dealing with Nova, it was annoying. “Guys can you be serious for once?” She asked but they ignored her. Logan seemed to hate Wade’s guts especially after hearing that the promise Wade made was bullshit and that it wasn’t guaranteed to save his universe.

He said some pretty hurtful things but Y/N got his pain. “Y/N my dear, step out of the car.” He told her while staring at Logan through the mask. She didn’t question it and got out just for a fight to break out moments later. Wade and Logan flew out of the car multiple times and she looked unimpressed each time. She just wanted to be home with Wade but of course this happened. “Alright!” She yelled walking back up to the car. “Stop fighting!” She yelled and they both looked at her.

“I’m so sick of this! We need to come up with a plan instead of violence.” Being the voice of reason wasn’t easy when it came to these two. “You’re right.” Logan said and Wade agreed. Y/N smiled at the two, happy that she got her way. She turned around for a second and a fight broke out again. “WADE!”

Y/N yawned as she got up and realized that they weren’t in the Honda anymore but in a cabin? She looked over to see Logan drinking and Wade was still asleep. “Hey babe, wake up .” She shook him. “Thor!” She looked at him confused, “Were you dreaming about Thor?” She asked with a laugh.

“No. Maybe I- Where are we?” He asked, looking around. “I don’t know but I like it.” Logan smirked, holding up the liquor. Y/N got off the bed to examine the place. Wade followed her until he got knocked down by some woman. Y/N stepped back and saw who it was. Elektra. Her eyes widened and Wade got up. Blade had walked in next and then some random foreign guy. “The Gambit.” His accent was hot. “Who is this fine lady?” He asked walking up to Y/N. Wade had stepped in front of her, “Listen here friendo she is mine, okay?” Y/N chuckled at his jealousy and pushed him aside to shake the guy’s hand. “Y/N and yeah he’s my boyfriend.” Wade smiled under his mask at her words. X23 came out and it was Logan’s daughter which should have been emotional but since Logan doesn’t know her, it’s not? 

“Well we came out alive.” Y/N said and shivered at the memory of Nova’s fingers in her head. The others figured after hearing that, that they should give it a shot besides Logan. “You’re all fucking dead.” He said and though Y/N agreed with him, they couldn’t stay there forever. 

Y/N and Wade sat in the Honda as Logan talked to Laura. “Beautiful isn’t it?” He asked. “What is? The Honda?” Y/N knew that Wade hated this car and the fact that it’s all they have made it kinda funny. “Yeah, I mean it fucks hard.” Y/N looked at him, confused. “Fucks hard?” He nods and turns to her, “Watch this.” He said and got in the backseat.

He spread himself out and patted his lap. She felt herself get wet at that and climbed to the back with him. “Get on my lap kitten. Daddy’s gonna show you why this car fucks hard.” He told her and she did. His hands traveled up her body and to her tits, giving them a squeeze.

He watched her lightly gasp and closed her eyes. His hands moved down to her ass and he slapped it hard. “Fuck.” She groaned but loved it. His hands moved to her front and slipped in her leggings, “No panties you naughty girl.” He says and runs a finger over her clit. He didn’t take off his gloves so the feeling was new but she liked it. “Wade fuck.” She whined as his movements sped up on her pussy. His other hand sneaks in her leggings and circles her hole, “You are soaked, baby girl.” Even through the glove he could tell.

“Wade please.” She begged him and he stuck a finger in her tight pussy. He chuckled at the sound of her wet pussy. She threw her head back as he started to finger fuck her. One finger wasn’t enough so he added another. “Look at you, my pretty girl. All fucked out from just my fingers.” His words made her moan and she bucked her hips. His fingers were at a brutal pace now.

He slipped his hand that was rubbing her clit all the way up to her mouth. Her lips closed around his gloved fingers and sucked all her juices off it while moaning. “That’s a pretty girl.” He says and her hips start fucking his fingers. He was bold enough to add another finger in her causing her to nearly scream. He chuckled and removed his fingers from her mouth before going down to rub her clit again.

His glove was wet with her salvia and she whined at the feeling. It wasn’t too long before her pussy was fluttering on his fingers, “Are you close?” He asked and she nodded. She couldn’t form words besides his name. Her breathing turned to panting and she felt herself right on the edge when Wade stopped. He pulled his hands out of her leggings and she glared at him.

“We are making this car rock baby girl.” He tells her and pulls down his pants. She manages to remove her leggings and gets back on his lap. “Are you removing the mask?” She asked him and he shakes his head, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you in this suit.” He states and pulls her down so that his dick is right at her hole. “Oh fuck I can feel you dripping on me.” She smirks and slowly takes him in. He sucks in a breath and she gasps as he stretches her out.

“You look so beautiful taking my cock.” He says and she fully sits in his lap. His hands go to her hips and he slowly drags her on his cock. “Mmmm Wade.” She moans as he moves her on him. The pace was brutally slow so she started bouncing on him, actually making the car move. “Fuck yeah baby. Ride my cock.” He says and she moans. One of his hands moves up her shirt to one of her nipples.

She gasps at the feeling of him playing with it and throws her head back, “Shit. Wade, that’s gonna make me cum.” She warned and her pussy started fluttering around his dick. “Fuck sweetheart. You doing that’s gonna make me explode.” He breathed out. “Doggy style?” She asked and got off him. They quickly got in the position.

He slides himself back inside of her and she moans. He doesn’t waste time and starts fucking her again. His hands on her hips and hers gripping the car seat. The car was hot and the window’s became foggy. She placed one of her hands on the window as he never stopped ramming into her.

“Wade, I'm close again.” She warned and her breathing got heavier again. “Trust me baby. I can feel it.” He groaned and slapped her ass. She cried his name at that and he chuckled, “Cum for me baby.” He said and her eyes rolled back. A silent scream left her mouth as she felt herself cream his dick. “I’m cumming, fuck.” Wade whined as his hips stilled and his cum mixed with hers. “Mmmm fuck.” She said as he pulled out. She turned around and collapsed on the seat with him. She turns to look at him and smiles, “You’re right. The Honda Odyssey does fuck hard.” 

[ghostboneswrites2]

“The fuck’s so funny, little girl?”

“My Boyfriend’s Gonna Kill You.”

Summary: A group of men takes you captive while out checking traps, assuming you’re an easy target.

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Warnings: profanity, violence, TWD things

Both traps you had checked so far were empty, but you still had at least six more to check. Daryl was supposed to leave a few minutes after you and catch up later, so you knew he’d be popping up any minute now.

Rather than waiting around for him to show up, you just kept on to the next trap, and the next. After some time you heard footsteps, but they were too regular to be a walker, so you just assumed it was Daryl and shrugged it off. He typically made sure to step heavily so not to sneak up on you.

….

Everything was hazy for a while. Incoherent voices that sounded too far away, blurs of shadows and lights all around you.

It took a while for the dog to clear in your mind but you eventually realized you were bound to a chair, and there was some kind of cloth over your eyes. The longer you concentrated on waking yo, the clearer the circumstances became. You only remembered hearing footsteps, nothing after. So, those footsteps had to be responsible for tying you up, right?

“Hello?” You called out. Some shuffling took place around you before the cloth was torn from your eyes. Around you stood three men, all probably in their late twenties. You could tell you were in some kind of camper or RV.

“Hello.” One of them smirked.

“Where the fuck am I?” You demanded.

“You’re with us now.” Another one snickered as he glanced around to his buddies, searching their faces for approval. Great, you thought. A group of douches.

“Where. The. Fuck. Am. I?” You asked again, this time slower, as if speaking to a child.

“How about you shut up and let us do the talking, yeah?” The third one snapped. The other two seemed to straighten up at the sound of his voice. He must have been the leader.

“How about you let me go and I forget this ever happened?” You countered.

The presumable leader pulled a knife to your throat in the blink of an eye. You pressed your body against the back of the chair, gulping against the blade as he glared down at you.

“I could always cut your tongue out if you can’t learn to shut up.” He threatened. With a tightly clenched jaw, your confidence faltered. You didn’t really see another option but to obey them, at least until you figured a way out. “What do you say, huh? Can we play nice?”

You sighed and nodded once in compliance. He let the blade drop back down to his side. You say forward again, exhaling with relief.

“Good.” He smirked at you. Your stomach churned in disgust. “Now,” he began, turning to his two goons. “You made sure nobody followed her?”

“We watched her for a while. Nobody was with her.” They explained.

That was when the lightbulb went off over your head. Followed. That’s right, Daryl would have been following your tracks. And when he didn’t find you, he’d surely find the signs of your kidnapping. Somehow, this made you laugh. Suddenly all your fears had melted away. It reminded you of a time at the Greene farm, when Daryl almost beat a lone wanderer to death for trying to corner you. If cornering you was enough to trigger that, then surely the men who kidnapped you were in for a sorry fate.

“The fuck’s so funny, little girl?” The leader asked, pointing his knife at you.

This only made you laugh harder, as their clueless faces contorted with uneasiness as the girl they just kidnapped somehow found humor in the situation. They glanced between each other and back at you.

“I said what’s so funny!” He repeated, this time poorly masking his nerves for anger.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You said breathlessly, shaking your head as you tried to calm those remaining giggles. “It’s just that… My boyfriend’s gonna kill you.”

The boys were taken aback as they registered your words.

“Boyfriend?” The leader turned to the other two with scorching eyes.

“We didn’t see anyone.” They insisted. He looked back at you. You shrugged.

“He left after I did. He was following my tracks.” You said proudly. “Which means, he’ll see your tracks sneaking up on me, and dragging me away.”

They grew more anxious by the second. Just as they started to form a plan to watch out for your boyfriend, the door to the small camper flew in. The three kidnappers all scrambled for a moment as a looming figure stood in the doorway, casting a menacing shadow over the room thanks to the afternoon sun pouring in behind him.

Your heart fluttered a little. The situation was tense and dangerous, of course, but you couldn’t deny the feelings that crept in on you when Daryl’s broad figure appeared with a heavenly glow.

The leader was the first of them to try and rush Daryl, an attack which Daryl easily defended himself from. As the guy swung his knife frantically, Daryl managed to pretend to stab forward with one hand, while successfully stabbing the man in the torso with the other hand.

You were growing antsy in your bindings, bouncing your body to help work through the restlessness. Daryl took the man to the ground and landed a few more stabs in all over their leader’s body. You glanced over toward the two goons — who were onlooking in horror — and smirked a little as you mouthed; “Told ya.”

When Daryl had finally finished with the first one, he stood back up to his feet and turned his attentions toward the other two, attempting to cower behind each other. Daryl was a large man, and somehow he always seemed even broader when he was worked up. If you had been those men in that moment, you probably would have shit your pants.

Daryl’s eyes were dark and expressive as he eyed them, taking slow steps toward them with a knife in each hand.

“Please, no. We didn’t — we just do what he tells us, man — we—“

They began to plead for their life, one dropping to his knees and outright groveling once Daryl came face-to-face with them.

In one swift motion, he stabbed outward with both blades. The one on his right directly pieced the groveling man’s temple, ending his life immediately. The left knife plunged into the side of the other guy’s torso, as he was standing.

Daryl looked into his eyes for a moment. They were wide and full of fear and pain. For a split second, Daryl felt a twinge of sympathy. It was gone the moment he remembered what he had done, though. A rage washed over him. The idea that some men found you in a forest and thought you were free game. He clenched his jaw and shoved the knife in deeper. The man squeaked in agony, unable to even scream.

You didn’t even expect the brutality of his next move. In a sawing motion, Daryl sliced open the man’s abdomen. Intestines immediately began to flop out, squelching as the poor brute tried to catch them and stuff them back in.

Blood poured out of his mouth as he fell down on his knees. He dropped his head, staring down at his handfuls of organs that slipped out of him, before he fell face first on the ground with a thud.

It was silent as you and Daryl both took in the scene of destruction around you. Then, he hurried over to untie you. You massaged your wrists where the rope had rubbed you raw.

As you were leaving the camper, he finally spoke; “Boyfriend, huh?”

“Oh, you heard that?” You blushed. You two hadn’t really had a conversation about exclusivity or titles, but you regularly spent time together and showed physical affection on occasion.

“Uh-huh.” He smirked. With a bright blush on your cheeks you shook your head and looked down as you walked beside him. He didn’t have any words of comfort or affirmation, but he did lace his fingers in yours and hold you close all the way home.

[robinsno1lesbian]

reader goes to a party, drinks, dance, gets horny and then think that is a good idea to go to nancy’s house, she could’ve gone to robin’s but she knows that she would get too worried about how she got there and it’s not that nancy doesn’t worry about her, in fact she does, she’d probably get mad with her for not taking care of herself but it turn her on when nance gets like that, a little mean and rough with her words and touch and reader says “it’s so hot when you act like a mom, can i call you mommy?🥺” please im such a simp for nancy

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .

-n.w. x reader

summary: you find your way to nancy’s place after a late night at a party. smut ensues. (2.4k)

warnings: SMUT!! r gets wasted at a party, so: alcohol/drug use, mommy kink, finger sucking, r is a menace, oral sex (r receiving), hair pulling, dirty talk, pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl…), friends to lovers, didn’t beta read (as always).

a/n: i’m getting through so many requests right now!! i have no idea where the motivation is coming from but i’m gonna make use of it while it lasts!! send me your horny thoughts folks! <3

you stumble through the wheeler’s backyard, a little uncoordinated, as quiet giggles fall from your lips.

you try to avoid the flowers nancy’s mother has planted, but with your vision blurry and the alcohol still running through your system, it’s a lot harder than expected. you laugh stupidly when your bare leg get caught in the thorns of the roses and try to rip it free before you reach the spot right underneath what you think is nancy’s bedroom window.

more drunken laughter slips from your lips when you imagine the face mr. wheeler would make if you accidentally climbed into his room instead, waking him and his wife from their sleep at the crack of dawn.

you manage the climb more or less solid, blissfully unaware of the height.

“nance” you call out, whisper-yelling her name against the closed window. “wakey wakey”

you knock your fingers against the glass as well, probably harder than necessary. it does the trick: someone flicks the light on and, mere seconds later, the brunette is pulling open her window to glare down at you.

“what are you doing?” nancy hisses, her palms against the windowsill.

“let me in?” you mouth, trying to quiet down. “my leg hurts”

“your-“ she leans forward a little and you lift your leg up for her to see the red lines the thorns have left on your shin. you do lose your balance like this, slowly sliding backwards. luckily nancy is quick to grab your wrists and pull you back against the wall.

“come in” she says, defeated at your drunken state. “and be quiet”

your attempt to climb through her window turns out poorly as you get stuck halfway: your upper body is dangling into the room whilst your legs are still outside, kicking.

“nance” you chuckle. “nance, i’m stuck!”

the girl groans but returns to help you all the way in, sending you stumbling onto the carpet with a more or less loud thud.

her room smells like vanilla and the sweet scent of the floral perfume she wears.

you’re laughing by the time your body collides with the hard ground and watch her from where you’re laying, tilting your head from left to right to inspect her features from this angle.

“you look funny” you conclude.

“you’re drunk” nancy says, her arms crossed over her chest. she’s in a pretty, pink set of pyjamas, lacy and slightly see through in the most perfect places. you can see the outline of her hardened nipples and it makes your mouth water at the mere thought of- no, you remind yourself, this is not the time to thirst over nancy wheeler.

“what are you even doing here at-“ she glances at the clock on her bedside table. “04:00 am?!”

“alright so-“ you throw yourself onto your belly. “i was at this party right? and i got a liiittle drunk”

you try to get to your feet but don’t manage without the other girl’s help, body stumbling and shifting from left to right.

“anyway, your house was closer than robin’s and she always gets so worried” you lower your voice near the end of the sentence, as though robin is around to hear. “didn’t want her to worry about me and- and my shin! my shin!”

you dramatically point out, pointing downwards to the small cuts on your legs.

nancy sighs, already looking through her stuff.

“you could’ve gotten hurt” she scolds, finding her first aid kit underneath her bed. “you did get hurt. what were you thinking?”

“your mom’s roses did that” you whine weakly.

nancy tsks and gets back to you, her brown curls moving as she shakes her head.

“you shouldn’t have went to that party all by yourself!” she points out. “next time, you’re gonna go with a friend, you hear me?”

she grabs your leg and sets your foot down on the floor so it’s bent and she can inspect the cuts.

her brows furrow and she reaches for the a small bottle.

“is that gonna hurt?”

“a little” she says, then softer: “you’ll live”

you take a deep breath in when she taps the alcohol onto your skin. it does burn and you instinctively reach for her hand. to your own surprise, nancy doesn’t pull away. she just squeezes your hand in hers as the other makes sure to disinfect the small wounds.

you hum, watching the other girl work. always taking such good care of you, that nancy wheeler.

“somebody has to” nancy points out. it’s then that you realize you actually said that out loud.

“you have to take better care of yourself y/n” she goes on. her brows are still drawn together. “you could’ve gotten hurt! or worse-“

“mhm” you hum. hardly even listening to any of the words she’s saying. “you know” you slur and lean forward a little bit. “it’s so hot when you act like that. like a mom”

nancy raises her brows in surprise, her fingers sliding away from yours as her hand goes slack.

“you’re such a mommy nance” you go on, your mind foggy as you admit to those things you’ve been imagining. “can i call you mommy?”

a muscle in her sharp jaw twitches.

“y/n” she hisses. “you’re drunk”

“you’re hot!” you say in return, crawling a little closer to her.

“that’s not-“ nancy shakes her head, more energetically this time. perhaps it’s your drunk brain that’s playing tricks on you but her eyes do seem to darken a little bit.

“please?” you try again, batting your lashes at her pleadingly. “pretty please nance. you’re so pretty and so hot when you look after me and-“

nancy presses a finger against your lips to keep you from talking.

“y/n” she warningly murmurs.

it’s not enough. and the finger pressing against your lips seems too tempting for you not to open them and flick your tongue against it.

nancy doesn’t pull back. just turns her head to face you, a look of surprise flashing over her features.

you hold her gaze and part your lips further, until you’ve got the tip of her finger resting between your lipstick smeared lips.

“please” you whisper once more, suddenly (at the new sensation and taste of nancy wheeler’s finger in your mouth) thinking clearer than you have all night.

nancy, who’s staring right back at you, pushes forward at the same time as you suck, so her index sinks into your mouth. you hum when you feel the soft pressure of it pressing down on your tongue.

her lashes flutter and she inhales sharply as she watches the scene unfold.

eventually, she snaps out of her frozen state. her free hand curls up in your hair slowly, until you’re yanked back suddenly. you gasp when you find nancy glaring down at you, holding you by the back of your head.

“is that right?” she whispers, a second finger toying along your bottom lip.

all you can do is whine and open your mouth further so she can push it into you.

your drool is dripping from the side of your mouth when nancy lets you suck on her manicured fingers.

“mhm” she breathes when you let out a strangled moan. “that’s right sweetheart, gag on mommy’s fingers”

her words send a jolt of arousal straight to your center. you hollow out your cheeks around her and nancy hums, pleased.

“so pretty” she coos, spurred on by all the pretty moans and gasps. nancy’s fingers comb through your hair as her fingers pump into your throat. you want her to feel, you absentmindedly think, how good you suck her.

perhaps she’ll let you suck on her breasts next, hidden by nothing but the thin lace she’s wearing. or her strap, with you between her strong legs, bobbing your head along her length. you can feel your cunt throb between your legs at the mere thought.

“nancy” you choke out, voice thick with want. it’s all you do: you want. you want to please her, want to sink to your knees for her and eat her out. you want to let her have her way with you until the only thing you know is her name.

but nancy pulls back, a string of saliva connecting her fingers to your mouth.

“come on baby” she whispers. “you know better than that”

“mommy” you finally gasp because you do know better. especially for her. always for her.

“good girl” nancy praises, her fingers running through your hair appreciatively.

“want mommy to take care of you baby? want me to fuck you properly?”

“yeah” you nod in agreement. “yeah please”

“bed” nancy commands. “now”

the two of you scramble to your feet, nancy hot on your heels. you practically throw yourself onto the pink, fluffy sheets. the mattress beneath you bounces under your weight but the other girl is quick to lie down on top of you and press you into it.

her soft lips press against yours, hungry and hot. it’s the first time kissing her. different from how you’d imagined it, exactly how you’d fantasized.

her tongue licks into your mouth, coaxing a moan from the back of your throat.

“mhm that’s it” she smiles against your lips. “let me hear you baby. be loud for me”

and then she’s kissing down your torso, dragging her nose through the fabric of the shirt. your skin is burning, wanting to feel her lips against it without the additional layer of clothing in the way, but nancy is frantic. she’s kissing her way down like she’s got no time to waste at all.

before you know it, she’s between your legs, pushing your thighs up to your chest to have you nice and open for her.

nancy quickly fumbles with your skirt, works it out of the way and stuffs it into its hemline.

“can i eat you out?” nancy husks, her breath ghosting over your clothed cunt. she’s got her eyes on you, admiring the wet slick patch on the fabric.

“mhm” you whine. “please”

“please what?” nancy asks, her nails digging into the skin of your inner thighs.

you lean your head back against the pillows, humiliation and arousal running hot through your veins.

“please, mommy”

nancy runs her nose over your center, kissing your opening through your underwear.

“that’s it” she praises, fingers reaching for the hemline of your panties.

you bite your lip and lift your hips so the other girl can peel them off and throw them over her shoulder.

“there you go” nancy coos, admiring the sweet slick of your pussy. “such a pretty girl. such a pretty pussy too hm?”

you’re blushing furiously then, as you watch her take in the sight of it.

she grabs the flesh of your ass and pulls you right against her mouth.

the moan you let out at the first contact of her tongue is loud and ragged. you arch your back and nancy reaches for your waist to hold you in place.

her mouth wraps around your clit, sucking harshly, and you’re gone.

her pink, plump lips vibrate around you when nancy hums her approval.

you don’t know if she has ever done anything like this before. she certainly hasn’t gone down on you yet, but she seems to study your body with every precise flick of her tongue and learns with every reaction she coaxes from you.

and you’re responsive, twitching and trembling on the mattress every time she moves.

you can feel yourself gushing more slick each time nancy flicks her tongue side to side, rolling it over your clit perfectly.

“that- that’s good nance” you gasp. “right there!”

“yeah?” nancy breathes, her chin covered in your arousal.

you whine, managing a weak nod on her pillow. your cheeks are rosy, no longer from the alcohol but from the sheer heat of the moment.

“that’s my good girl” she hums, licking her lips. “now lay back and let me take care of you”

and with that, her mouth is back on you and she’s licking broad strokes through your cunt, actually fucking it into you this time.

she eats you out like this for a while, minutes spent drowning between your thighs and in your wetness. nancy wheeler, sweet, kind nancy, eats you out like her life depends on it, like a woman starved: fucks her tongue deep between your folds, wraps her lips around your clit, and licks every drop of your slick up happily.

“taste so good” she praises. “so so good for mommy, hm sweetheart?”

at this point, you’re no longer able to string together a verbal response. instead, you grab her by the hair and guide her where you want -need- her mouth.

“nancy” you cry. “nancy, nancy, nancy”

breathy, high pitched moans continue to go fall from your lips as you feel your orgasm building up in your core. you roll your hips against her lips, a weak attempt to match the pace of nancy’s tongue.

“so- so close” you manage.

“it’s okay baby” nancy assures you. “it’s okay, cum for me”

“fuck, nancy, mommy, i-“

you’re cut off by both; the orgasm that crashes over you and nancy, who puts her mouth on you again. she swallows all the slick that drips from you, dwells in the way your body goes rigid for her mouth.

nancy is relentless, fucks you through the height of your pleasure with her skilled tongue.

she doesn’t stop, not until you weakly pull her back by the brown curls, signalizing her that it’s becoming too much.

she’s covered in you: your cum glistening on her chin in the dim light of her room.

“holy shit” you pant.

“you did so good” nancy whispers, crawling up your body. “so pretty when you cum”

once she’s lingering above you, you wrap your arms around her and pull her in, tasting yourself on her tongue.

“thank you” you mumble against her mouth before turning your head away into the softness of her pillow. it’s warm there, comfortable, and the pillow case smells like her. it coaxes you into a comforting post-orgasmic blissful state.

“sleepy?” nancy asks bemused.

“yeah” you tell her, adjusting your position.

“it’s okay” she kisses your temple. “whatever you need. we’ll talk in the morning”

[flowerxbunnie]

can you write ab my matty pooh? like he’s streaming, you come in and everything’s chill at first but then you start getting frisky so he has to turn camera off and mute mic. then y’all do it and have some freaky sex, but afterwards you find out he fucked up and didn’t mute it, and everyone heard you freaks pls 🧎🏻‍♀️

Quiet

Matt x Fem Reader

Warnings: SMUTTY smut smut smut

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR.

@lustfulslxt I changed it up a little bit from the request I don’t think you’ll mind 🤭🫶🏻

“FUCK DUDE. I knew he was gonna peek around the corner this game is BULLSHIT.”

I hear Matt’s hands slam into his desk for the millionth time tonight, the walls and my headphones muffling his noise, but not nearly enough. I swear he’s always the loudest when I’m trying to focus on something.

“Shut the fuck up Matt, I’m trying to enjoy my movie!” I yell, banging my fist on the wall that separates our rooms.

“Sorry Y/n!” He yells back, then speaks normally, “my roommate told me I’m being too loud boys. NO not my brothers dumbass, why would I call them roommates? ….I don’t know I think they’re at some meeting?….Yeah they’ll be on later I’m sure.”

I hear his one sided conversation, the other voices confined into his headset. I hit play on my movie and shove some more kettle corn into my mouth.

“NO! FUCK THIS GUY HE HAS TO HAVE HACKS ON THERES ACTUALLY NO WAY.”

I hit pause and stand up, too frustrated to try and talk to him through a wall again. I throw my bowl onto my bed, not even caring about the spill of crumbs, and yank my door open to head to his room next door. I don’t even knock as I barge in, stomping my way over to him as he pulls the headset off of one ear.

“Matthew Bernard. What do you not understand about quiet time after 6?”

I can hear the voices on the other side of his headset now, not sure how he isn’t deaf at this point with how loud he has it.

“Mommy come to quiet you down Matty?” “Oooh someone’s in trouble..” they laugh and go on teasing him.

“Hang on boys.” He presses a button on the microphone and it goes red as he tosses his headset onto the desk.

“Y/n that is so fucking embarrassing. You don’t have to barge in like I’m some little kid and yell at me like that.” Matt says, rolling his chair back to scoot further away from the desk.

“We have literally talked about this so many times Matthew. After 6 is the only time it’s quiet in this house. I’m literally just trying to watch Titanic and I can’t hear shit over your fucking toddler tantrums.”

“Titanic? Like we haven’t all seen that together 50 times? I’m pretty sure I could watch that on mute and still know exactly what’s going on,” he argues, throwing his hands up.

“That’s not the fucking point, dude. I literally can’t even hear my own thoughts with how loud you’re being. You could also wake up old people in the neighborhood or… something, I don’t even know. Just please keep it the fuck down.”

“Keep it the fuck down, huh?” he questions sarcastically, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs out, interlocking his hands behind his head. “These walls are pretty thin, sweetheart, and I’m pretty sure I’ve heard you partaking in some not so quiet activities after 6 before.”

My face immediately flushes and I can feel how red I am. I blink a couple times at him before I start to get angry again.

“What the fuck are you talking about Matthew? You’re actually disgusting.”

“I didn’t think it was too disgusting. I just think it’s funny that you’re all over my ass about keeping it down when I can hear you touching yourself nearly every other night.”

As if I couldn’t turn more red, my ears start to throb from the blood flow spreading across my body. I can’t even think of anything to say, so I don’t.

“What’s wrong, Y/n? Cat got your tongue?”

“Fuck you dude, that’s actually so wrong to bring up.” I shake my head at him.

“What baby? I thought we were just airing out our concerns about quiet time.” He bites his tongue and I see it press against the inside of his cheek. “You know, it really disturbs my peace when I have to hear you in there, rolling around on your bed and making those pretty little noises. Probably making such a mess of yourself huh?”

Fuck, why am I getting turned on by him? He’s being such an asshole. But even so, I can’t help but notice the creeping warmth between my thighs.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, Matthew, but can you please just talk at a normal volume with your friends so I can enjoy my movie?” I say, starting to turn around and walk out.

His hand reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me back to face him with a dead look in his eyes.

“Sit on my desk.”

“What the fuck kind of question is that? I’m not-” I get half of my argument out before I’m cut off by his hands grabbing my hips and lifting me off the ground, sitting me down onto his desk, knocking over multiple things in the process.

“It wasn’t a question.” he responds, scooting his chair closer to me and parting my thighs to sit between them.

I’m looking down at him, one of my best friends, his eyes completely different and darker than I’ve ever seen them before.

“What are you doing Matt?” I whisper, feeling his warm hands slide up my thighs and stop at the hem of my silk shorts, his fingers toying with them.

“You seem so serious about me keeping the noise down. I just wanna see how good you can be at it.”

My breath hitches as one of his hands resume its movement and starts to crawl up my shorts agonizingly slow. The other hand comes up to the back of my head, lacing into my hair and pulling me down face to face with him.

His lips ghost at my ear and I can hear his deep breathing. “You just have to let me know if you want to try.”

He pulls me back to make eye contact and I nod, watching as the devilish grin spreads across his face.

“You’re already so good at this baby.”

He brings his face close to mine, my lips aching to feel his but he never closes the distance. I open my mouth to complain, but remember not to because I want to win this more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

He rubs the soft skin of his bottom lip against my top lip with as little pressure as possible and I feel my heat throbbing in anticipation of his next move. His hands trail farther up my shorts as his breath fans over my face, our lips still hovering apart. He explores for my underwear and his hands abruptly stop as he feels just skin.

“No panties? Such a little slut, Y/n.” he says before connecting our lips in a slow, heated kiss. We kiss with such passion and need, like if we stopped the Earth would stop turning. Our tongues dance together as his hands make their way back down my thighs before coming up and brushing against the waistband of my shorts.

“You want me to take them off, don’t you?”

I nod, scooting my hips closer to him to make it easier.

“Tell me how bad you want it, baby. You want me to take them off and touch you here?” He slides his hand down and rubs impossibly slow over my burning core through my shorts, trying to tempt me to break and talk.

I let out the quietest whimper possible, wanting so badly to be able to tell him all the filthy things I need from him.

“Hmm? Nothing to say?” He tilts his head and continues rubbing me, before sarcastically adding, “oh yeah, it’s quiet time isn’t it?”

He chuckles at himself and hooks his fingers into my waistband before pulling them down and off of me, parting my thighs again to return to his spot.

“Look at that, all wet for me. I’ve barely even touched you, baby.” He says in a fake sympathetic tone.

Before I can process what’s happening, his head dips down and he begins lapping at my pussy, his tongue giving the perfect amount of warmth and pressure to draw a moan out of me.

“Oh sweet girl, we have to keep it down. Don’t you remember?” He starts licking again as soon as he finishes his question, and I can’t help but to bring my hands into his hair and pull, needing some kind of release since I can’t make noise.

My hips involuntarily buck towards him to get him as close to me as I can- so close I can feel his nose brush against my clit. He swirls his tongue in delicious circles and at some point I swear I can feel him use his tongue to trace the letters of his name into my pussy.

My stomach is tightening and my head is thrown back, and I don’t know if I can keep up this quiet game for much longer. It’s becoming almost impossible because his fingers are now trailing their way up to my bikini line, teasing my skin in the best way. His fingers slowly find a place to rest against my entrance and his eyes flicker up to meet mine. His pupils are dilated and his eyelids are half closed, the look of need on his face.

“Want me to make you cum, baby?” he asks in a raspy and low voice.

I test the waters with confidence and answer, “P-please Matt.”

His hand draws back and I feel a sting as he slaps my pussy, the mix of pleasure and pain almost too good.

“I thought we talked about staying quiet, Y/n? You’re not being a very good girl for me right now.” He almost hisses, his eyes darkening.

“I was going to let you cum all over my fingers,” he starts, standing up from his spot and I want to whine at the loss of contact so bad. “But I think I’ll just fuck you and see if you can prove yourself.”

He grabs my waist and pulls me off the desk onto my feet, pushing his chair back to make enough room to spin me around and bend me over the desk. His hand comes down to slap my ass hard enough to make me jump and suck in a breath.

“You think you can keep that pretty little mouth shut this time?” He leans down as he whispers into my ear.

I nod furiously and throw my head down onto the desk with a thud, my frustration growing as my pussy is dripping at this point. I feel his fingers running up and down my folds before they are pulled away, and shortly after I hear his pants hitting the floor. I turn my head around and I’m met with him pumping his cock using my juices as lubrication. I almost drool at the sight, biting my lip and staring into his eyes.

“Arch up a little for me baby.”

I do as I’m told, laying my head back down and standing on my tiptoes with my chest pressed against the desk. I feel one of his hands come to rest on my ass, spreading me open for him before his head makes the slightest contact with my entrance.

I’m biting my lip so hard to keep the noises in that I can taste an iron like taste- I’m honestly pathetic, drawing my own blood to keep quiet for him. He pushes into me and I feel myself stretching around his dick, causing my hips to twitch and jerk at the pain.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I just know your pussy will be so perfect for me. I’m gonna make it fit.” He says in a sickly sweet voice before spitting onto the spot where our bodies have become one.

He pushes deeper into me, his warm saliva allowing him to bottom out and his hips to sit flush against my ass.

“Holy fuck, so tight baby. So so perfect for me, just like I knew it would be.” he moans as he begins pumping himself in and out of me.

All I can do is sit there and take it, trying my hardest to contain myself. All I want to do is scream his name and tell him how fucking good this feels.

Both of his hands rest on my hips, his rings digging into my skin as he holds me in place. I can hear him cursing and moaning as he speeds up his pace and his pressure.

“Why aren’t you saying anything, sweetheart? Oh, right…” he mocks before pushing as deep as he could into me and holding it for a second, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spot.

I whimper in reaction and brace in anticipation of his large hand to smack my ass, but it doesn’t happen.

I turn around to see his lust filled eyes staring back at me.

“Fuck this stupid game, I need to hear more of those pretty little noises.” He says before picking his pace back up, slamming in and out of me hard enough to knock his headset and microphone off the desk.

“FUCK Matt, please please don’t stop, pleeeease,” I draw out, gripping the back edge of the desk so hard my knuckles turn white. I whimper and whine freely, no longer scared of the repercussions of the dumb game we had started.

“Fuck, you make me wanna do horrible nasty things, Y/n. I just want to ruin you for everyone else. Need that pussy to belong to me.” he pants out, his grip on my hips deepening and his thrusts becoming sloppy as his legs begin to shake.

My stomach tightens after his possessive thoughts spill from his lips.

“I’m all yours, Matt. F-fuck, all yours baby.” I moan out before beginning to throw my hips back halfway to meet his tired thrusts.

“I know you’ve wanted this as long as I have, tell me how bad you needed me, baby.” he leans down to whisper into my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

“I t-touch myself thinking of you, Matt. I’ve needed you for so long,” I admit.

His dick throbs inside of me, threatening his release at any second. I feel my pussy clench around him as my own high approaches, earning a deep growl from him before he grits his teeth and says, “Let me cum in you, please I need to, Y/n.”

“Fuck Matt please,” I moan out as I feel myself topple over the edge, waves of pleasure taking over as I grind my hips back into him. Soon after, I feel his warm release pumping deep into me and my name rolling off his tongue as if he’s in a trance. His thrusts die down and we both sigh as we come out the other side of our orgasms together.

He collapses down onto me before pushing himself back up to keep his weight from crushing me into the desk. His lips leave soft kisses across my shoulder blades as we both try to catch our breath, sweat glistening on our bodies. He pulls himself out of me slowly before lifting me off the desk, a much more tender side of him coming back to the surface.

We share a few soft kisses and caress each other, both taking in what just happened.

Our heads snap to the side as we hear muffled talking, worried Nick and Chris came home. Matt hurries to the window in a panic, peeking out the blinds before turning back to me.

“I don’t know what the fuck we both just heard, but I’m pretty sure they’re still gone.” He exhales deeply before reaching down to pick up the items that had fallen off his desk in our careless moments.

I gasp as he throws the headset violently to the ground and scurries away, a look of panic written across his face.

“Y/n the fucking mic is on..” he says as the blood drains from his face.

“What the fuck.. how? I watched you mute it!” I slap my hands to my face, the most embarrassing pit forming in my stomach.

“I guess when it fell off the desk? I have no fucking clue,” he whispers.

I sigh and walk over to the headset and press it against my ear, hearing tons of remarks and laughter from Matt’s friends on the other side.

“I really didn’t think he’d ever get to hit! Props to him though, he’s been in love with her forever I swear.”

“Fuck Matt please don’t stop please!!” Another voice mocks in their best girly voice.

“You gotta take care of this one, Matty. I’m gonna shower and finish my movie,” I say, handing him the headset and placing one more kiss on his lips before smiling and grabbing my shorts to head out the door. I turn around giggling and say one more thing that I have to get out.

“Remember to keep it down this time, please.”

[greg-montgomery]

any other world - prologue

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader - soulmate au

series masterlist

to those who voted no on my poll: i see you and i get you 🙏🏻 i’ll try not to be frustrating and make you wait too long

also i want to thank @criminalskies and @hotchs-bitch for listening to me talk about this idea, it motivated me 🫶🏻

- 18 -

“Stop!”

“Not unless you tell me.”

“Never.”

Sticking to your word seemed impossible at that moment though, as Aaron’s hands attacked your sides, causing you to giggle in a way that made it hard to breathe.

“Okay, I give up,” you cried out. “I give up, stop.”

“Okay,” he said, and the motion of his hands turned quickly into a comforting, soothing one.

“Promise you won’t make fun?”

Aaron lowered himself on top of you and left a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. “On my life,” he said, and placed his palm over his chest.

“Alright…” You took a deep breath and continued. “Leila if it’s a girl. Jack if it’s a boy.”

Aaron had promised he wouldn’t make fun, so it sure made you feel curious as to why he had turned red from laughing.

“You liar!” You slapped his arm softly.

“No,” he rushed to defend himself, his voice muffled with laughter. “No, it’s just…Jack is the most generic name. How did you come up with that?”

“I just think it’s cute. Jack,” you said the name with a smile. “Short and cute.”

“Jack…” he repeated after you, testing it on his tongue. “Maybe you’re onto something.”

“See? I told you.”

“Jack and Leila.”

“We’re having both?” you questioned with a grin.

“Obviously.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to your body. Aaron melted on top of you in the same way he always did, as if you were his home.

You stared up at him dreamily, running your fingers through his hair; dark and full, you wished your future kids would get that part of him. His dimples, his smile, his cheeks... every part of him was perfect.

“You’re staring, tulip.”

“What? Am I not allowed to admire the future father of my kids?”

Aaron’s grin grew wider, but he didn’t let you look at it for too long, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving tiny kisses on the sensitive skin.

“I’m gonna wake up every morning before anyone else to make us all a nice breakfast.”

“Now I know that’s a lie,” he said, his lips behind your ear. “You’re always still asleep when I return from my morning runs.”

“Okay, fine. You’ll make breakfast, I’ll make dinner.”

“Deal.”

--

- 11 -

 “Stay still!”

“I am still!”

“You’re not and it’s gonna turn out all wrong. It has to be perfect.”

Aaron pouted, but followed your instructions anyway. You both wanted it to look as real as possible. Then people would think you were real soulmates already. Even if you were only eleven.

A.H. on your skin. [Y/I] on his.

Your classmates later made fun of you for them and said they looked fake. But neither of you cared. You just had to stay patient, and the marks on your wrists would turn real when it was finally time.

--

- 16 -

Tulip was an easy flower to draw as a kid. Especially when you had to draw one every day for the boy you had a crush on.

Now, as a teenager you cringed at the memory of all the drawings you used to leave on Aaron’s desk during third grade. But Aaron had never made fun of you for it. Instead he had shown you his collection of your tulip drawings. He had kept them all in a shoe box.

Just like you had kept his. And on top of the stack there was of course the most important one. The one with the “Will you be my girlfriend?” question and the ‘yes or no’ boxes underneath it.

You were both artistic as kids when it came to expressing your love for each other and it was both sweet and embarrassing.

You and Aaron had grown up together, your houses right next to each other. The memory of your first day of school with a little backpack in one hand and Aaron’s hand in your other was engraved in your brain.

Aaron was your best friend. The one who stood up for you every time a kid decided to be funny on your expense. The one who helped you with your homework when science got too hard to understand. The one you played hide and seek with and had physical fights with over board games.

But he was also the boy you had a crush on. The one that filled your stomach with butterflies every time he smiled at you. The one whose name you filled your notebook pages with along with pink glittery hearts. The one who stole your first kiss and the one you daydreamed about every night as you fell asleep.

He was your soulmate. And he thought so too.

“Is Aaron staying for dinner?” your mom yelled from downstairs, as you and Aaron studied on your bedroom floor.

“He is,” you yelled back, without even asking him. He kept running his thumb over his knuckles, which was a sign that he was stressed. There was no need for him to tell you what had happened when he had rung your doorbell earlier that day. All the screaming from the house next to yours had reached your own ears perfectly clear.

If you could, you’d hold him in your arms forever, protecting him from the world. He’d never have to go home again.

“We have tomato soup and grilled cheese, your favorite,” you whispered and he smiled at you.  

--

- 21 -

A pair of chapped lips pressed against your forehead, as your naked body was resting against Aaron’s.

“I’ve told you to put this on before bed. It’ll change your life,” you said, shifting to reach a small lip balm jar you had left on his nightstand.

Opening the little box, you dipped your ring finger in it and got some product, ready to apply it on Aaron’s lips.

Using your arm on his chest to steady yourself, you put it gently across his lips.

“My soulmate mark is about to appear in less than ten minutes and you’re worried about my chapped lips,” he joked.

“Exactly! It’s a big moment for us, and your lips need to be ready.”

“Ready for what?” he smirked.

“Shut up,” you said, and dropped your head back on his chest.

His fingers tracing patterns on your bare back made you yawn and he was quick to prevent you from falling asleep.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me.”

“I won’t,” you promised.

“Eight minutes,” he breathed.

“Eight minutes and our forever begins.”

@magical-spit

[flametrashiraarchive]

Hi! Me again lol. If we're limited to how much we can ask you don't have to answer. I was wondering if you could do Giyuu x Y/N who was also a hashira but after the final battle. They're finally able to be together and months later find out they're expecting. It can be SFW or NSFW. If you're not comfortable with this I totally understand.

-☀️

Yes! Happy endings ftw. 

I thought it would be cute to have this be part of the bathhouse pieces just for the sake of a throwaway joke, but this reader is specifically AFAB so please ignore it if that's not for you. It's the Bathing with Giyuu Multiverse.

I’m really sorry it doesn’t really include the pregnancy part (I alluded to it but they’re really difficult for me to write about sometimes) but I hope the love between Giyuu and you makes up for it. 

This piece does contain slight spoilers for the end of the Demon Slayer manga so be warned! (spoilers from here on out!) 

Also, I refuse to accept that the thing with the mark and how much time he has left is canon. It’s too sad so it doesn’t happen. You and Giyuu are gonna grow old together. 

I hope you like it!!

AFTERMATH

Giyuu Tomioka x F!reader. NSFW.

Memories of your fallen comrades haunt you long after the rubble is cleared away. Nightmares of what befell those you care about wake you when you finally do manage to drift off. The scent of battle lingers on your skin for weeks. Smoke, blood, and death. No matter how many times you've tried to wash it off it clings to you. 

Which is why you find yourself traipsing to the onsen in the darkness, your katana still grasped firmly in your hand, because you still can't quite believe that it's over. The battle is won, and the world is safe. 

You can relax in the onsen completely safe and completely alone– 

"You're kidding me?!"

Giyuu stares at you, half submerged in the steaming water, his expression one of wide-eyed surprise. But once he sees it's you, his face softens again. "Ah… is it time for our annual awkward bath together?"

You laugh for the first time in days. Giyuu has always been a little less guarded around you, but since the fight ended, he has been far more open. He's funny. Peace looks good on him.

"Do you mind if I get in?" You ask, "It's not like we haven't seen everything already."

He shakes his head. "I don't mind. We've been through hell and back together, this is nothing."

"Yeah…"

"Should I turn around?" he asks.

Oh Giyuu. Even after everything you’ve been through together; the battles, the quiet moments, the nights you spent together early on where you promised it was just once to get it out of your systems, and the times later when you both agreed you could die at any moment so why the hell not. Even after all that, he’s still a perfect and slightly awkward gentleman. 

Your breath shivers as you slip off your yukata in answer and those deep blue eyes of his drink you in. 

He stands, gazing up at you with his lips slightly parted. It'll take some time to get used to the sight of him without his right arm, and no doubt it'll take him even longer than that. But he's alive. You both made it. You survived. 

He wades toward you and offers you his hand, helping you step down into the water. His eyes never leave you. Yours never leave him. And you both just stand there, the water only up to your hip, laid bare before each other in this newly peaceful world.

You no longer smell smoke, blood, or death. Giyuu’s scent is soft, clean rain, washing over you and carrying the horrors away.

His smile is so soft and serene your heart aches.

A muscle in his cheek flexes before he speaks. "I didn't lose you," he says, as though the fact is only just sinking in, as if he'd mourned you even before the battle had even begun and is only just allowing himself to believe you’re really there, that you really survived. 

It’s a feeling you know well. 

A slow smile lifts his lips, his eyes meeting yours, his sapphire gaze filled with unending tenderness. You reach up to caress his cheek and melt as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch. 

"We made it, Giyuu."

"We did," he says, his voice so quiet and calm. "I should have told you this before the battle, but I was afraid to because I thought telling you would mean you wouldn't make it. Like I’d put a curse on you or something. And if you don't feel the same–"

"I love you."

His eyes widen a little, but soften a heartbeat later. He chuckles. "Yeah… yeah, you took the words out of my mouth." 

"I've wanted to tell you that for the longest time."

"Me too.' He dips his chin, pressing his forehead to yours as a quiet laugh of relief emerges from him. With your heart fluttering, you close your eyes and just enjoy the sensation, and the quiet intimacy of being loved by Giyuu.

His lips hover so close to yours, gentle breaths fanning over your skin. Your heart aches with need for him as you tilt your face toward him to bring your lips closer.

He closes the gap, his kiss as light as gossamer, sending your heart into a frenzy. The kiss is so gentle it's almost painful, the fluttering in your chest more than you can bear. It shivers through every fiber of your body, more potent than any breathing technique as every cell in your body seems to sigh his name. 

Giyuu. You're alive. We made it, and we can finally let ourselves love.

Little by little, the kiss deepens until Giyuu's tongue is caressing yours. His lips are soft and oh-so gentle, stirring up the butterflies in your belly. You open your eyes, seeking reassurance that this isn’t all just some dream. The intimate sight of him causes your heart to leap; his eyes are closed, his pretty dark lashes resting on his pink-dusted cheeks, so peaceful in that moment you can’t believe this is the same world which demanded so much sacrifice. 

He skates his hand down to the curve of your lower back, gently pulling you closer until your bodies are flush with each other. The rise and fall of his chest staggers against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him, bathed in moonlight and the rising steam of the onsen. And though the battle only took place in one tiny pocket of the world, it feels as though you are clinging to each other among the wreckage, even here surrounded by serenity.

As much as you crave each other, you take your time and love one another slowly, washing each other with all the tenderness the world couldn’t spare you until now. You sit with your back to him as he washes your hair, his fingers deftly moving over your scalp, making goosebumps pebble along your thighs. He bows his head and weaves a cloak of kisses across your back and shoulders, making sure not to leave a single inch of you feeling unloved.

And then, when you’ve both washed away what you needed to, he takes your hand and leads you back to his home; a big, empty house waiting to be filled with the family and the love he never even allowed himself to believe he could have. The comforting scent of him lingers in the house and you feel as though you never want to leave. He doesn’t want you to go either. 

Moonlight shines through the windows, casting silver light over the pair of you as you lie together in Giyuu’s bed, lost once more in tender kisses. The relief and love, the guilt of survival, the way your mind can’t quite slip fully out of fight mode… It’s overwhelming. He notices the moment your tears start to fall. 

“Love… it’s okay,” he whispers, stroking them away with his thumb and you know he understands completely.

“We’re allowed to be happy, aren’t we?”

He smiles softly, and nods. “Yeah… we are.”

His breath is hot against your skin as he trails kisses over your jaw, down your throat, and to your chest. When his lips reach the top of your breast he pauses, lays down his head and closes his eyes, listening to your heart’s rhythm and your breathing with a quiet sigh. You know this will go on for a while; that no matter how often you reassure each other that this is real, that you both made it, that it’s okay for you to love each other, some part of you both will always question.

Because since when has the world ever been this kind?

“Can I love you forever?” he asks softly. “Is that okay?”

Your fingers thread through his soft black hair as he kisses down your stomach. “Please, Giyuu… please do.”

He brings you simple solace with the wet heat of his mouth. He settles between your thighs, eyes closed, lapping at your tender flesh with his fingers interlaced with yours. Soft and slow and so loving your heart can barely take it. He tastes every inch of you, drawing comfort from your sighs and the way you gasp his name. A groan emerges from him as you bear down on his tongue, grinding yourself against his gentle mouth. And only then does he quicken his pace, giving you what you need to drive you over the edge and plunging into ecstasy.

You can’t help but laugh a little as he raises his head to gaze at you. Giyuu always has the haziest, prettiest expression when he’s drunk on your pussy, and the war hasn’t changed that one bit. His cheeks are flushed pink, his lips glossy with your slick arousal. 

He gets back onto the bed, lying face-to-face beside you and guides your thigh over his waist, angling his hips so he can enter you. He sets a languid rhythm, kissing you the entire time, his cock only entering you halfway so he can make it last as long as possible. He fought through hell to be here with you and he’s going to make sure he cherishes every second.

“You’re… so wet…” he gasps against your lips.

You try to bite back a grin and fail. “Yeah. That’s what happens when you fuck the water hashira.”

Giyuu’s composure breaks and he laughs–really laughs–resting his forehead against your chest. “I love you.”

Gods, what a world this is; that you get to love him, that you have the luxury of time to stop and laugh together in the middle of sex. Giyuu has such an adorably boyish laugh too; one which crinkles his nose and shakes his shoulders. It’s a sound you want to hear a billion times more over the course of your life and a sight you will never tire of.

“I love you too, Giyuu. I always will.”

He’s still chuckling until he rolls you onto your back and presses himself deeper, wiping the smiles from both your faces as pleasure drowns out your amusement. The delicious stretch pulls a groan from you, and when he starts to roll his hips you can’t help but cry out. The control he has over his body is breathtaking, and the loss of his arm doesn’t hinder him at all as he has you wrap your legs around his waist and fucks you hard and deep, filling the room with the lewd symphony of slapping flesh and your wanton cries.

Every time before, he has pulled out of you, both of you unwilling to bring a child into the world when each tomorrow was so precarious. But now he presses deeper, his eyes alight with new possibility, and love like he never allowed himself to believe in. He groans as he fills you, resting his head between your breasts and listening to the thundering rhythm of your heart as you wrap your arms around him and hold him through his orgasm. 

And then you lie together in the aftermath; just you and Giyuu at the end and the beginning of it all.

[rizzyu]

Hot Spring HC

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Fluff, slightly suggestive

Warning: Nudity (I KNOW WHAT U ARE.), really slight mentions of the saxophone dance

A/N: bc I love hot spring prompts :)

Vox Akuma

Are you really gonna believe that this man is not gonna flirt with you the moment you step into the onsen with him?

You had stepped into the onsen and Vox already have his arms around your waist.

“Darling you look so hot.” “Vox, I just got in, have some patience.”

After a few minutes of calming down Vox, you would help untangle and wash his onyx coloured hair

Bro loves leaving kisses all around your shoulders and neck and he would be such a tease

“Getting flustered already? I barely even did anything”

And also whether it’s when you were both back in your hotel room, or when you were still in the hot spring, you would eventually be doing the saxophone dance :)

I shall not elaborate on that :)

Mysta Rias

There’s this really funny thing I thought of:

What if when Mysta went in the onsen, he was so unused to that heat that he just started screaming and jumping around

*mentally laughs*

Anyways just like Vox he would be so lovestruck when you joined him in the onsen

But unlike Vox he wouldn’t be straight up announcing his admiration for you

“Fucking hell, why are you so hot?” He’d mutter

His face, ears and neck would be all warm and flushed. And he was hoping you would think that was because of the hot spring (it wasn’t)

Oh but you knew what was going on and you would bully him for it lol

“Heheh your cheeks seems kinda red” >:)

“WH-WHAT? IT’S THE HOT SPRING”

“uh hUhhhhh ok..”

Luca Kaneshiro

I know what you are.

You’re gonna be shamelessly stare at his booba don’t even try to object

But he was feeling happy that you came to the hot spring with him, so he let you lay on them just this once :)

Though he still denied that they aren’t big.

“I’m glad you let me lay on theeeem… they’re so big and squishy.” “What?? Th-they aren’t big!”

Oh man but like picture this: tracing his tattoos

You would be sending shivers down his spine when he felt your feathery light touch on his tattoos

As well as leaving little kisses along his tattoos

You would have gotten him floating on cloud nine

But you’d also be just cuddling and chilling in the onsen till your fingers get all wrinkly

Ike Eveland

Ike’s glasses would get covered by the steam, no doubt. Maybe because that also happens to me all the time

And you would laugh at him saying he looks like one of those smart anime characters with glasses. Maybe because my friends also do that to me all the time

Anyways, soaking in the hot spring with Ike would be so cute tho

CUDDLES :D

Cuddling with Ike is always so cute tho

You would be giving him little kissies here and there

And then you both felt so comfy in the presence of each other that you eventually fell asleep together

Ike would wake up later for him to realise it was past midnight

He’d carry you back to your hotel room and help you get ready for bed :)

Shu Yamino

HE’S A SHY BOI

He was too embarrassed to look at you man what a cutie patootie

“Shu yknow you don’t have to turn your head away the whole time right? You can look, I won’t mind.”

Shu slowly turned to face you. His eyes still avoiding you as his cheeks were in a pretty shade of pink.

Ok but I think you would be such a tease because of how shy he is in the hot spring

Yknow like being more touchy and making him stiffen every time he was under your touch.

You were making his heart go literally insane but he was too cute for you to stop

I mean… it wasn’t like he didn’t like it…

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Strawberries and Cream

Paring: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 6.2k

Notes: LEAVE ME ALONE ITS CALLED MOVIE MAGIC

P.S I honestly couldn't have continued this story without you two @chihard20 @idkimjusthere100 thank you for helping me with this

Episode 10: How Can I Breathe Without You

Buck slams the full food container into the trash as he comes into the studio. He runs his hands through his hair, tugging at the ends

And then he screams. 

He throws a full-on tantrum, screaming his head off and stomping his feet, knocking over the trash can and dropping to the floor, sobbing into his hands.

Eddie hasn’t eaten 

Eddie hasn’t showered 

Eddie hasn’t shaved 

Eddie hasn’t moved 

He’s doing the shittiest job at being “world’s best friend” You’d kill him if he didn’t take care of Eddie, he knows you would. You’d kill Eddie for not taking care of Eddie. 

And he tries to tell Buck, with a little smile on his face that he’s okay, that he’s “perfectly fine buddy” but he’s just not 

God stupid Eddie. He never just accepts help. 

Tommy gets on his knees and starts cleaning up the trash, he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t look at him. He just quietly starts cleaning up. 

“Were you gonna tell me you were here or was I just supposed to find out when you came to clean up my mess and scared the shit out of me”

“I’m not cleaning that one up” 

Buck lets his head fall back, laughing as tears stream down the sides of his face and Tommy smiles, shaking his head. Buck gets up from the floor and runs his hands through his hair again 

“That can wait I’ll- I’ll clean it later” 

“Hey don’t worry I got it” 

“Please. Just- wash your hands. Please, I want to go lay down” Buck's voice wavers a bit and Tommy looks back at him, pushing slowly off the floor 

“Alright, I’ll be up in a minute” 

Buck knows you’d be screaming, if you caught them that is, Tommy's arms wrapped tightly around him as he sniffles into his chest. Of course, this moment wouldn’t really be happening if you were awake. 

Tommy had stayed at Bucks place every day since you’d been in the hospital. Buck didn’t really want to be alone… and sure he lives alone but, but you’re just always there now and Maddie had been hanging out a bit more lately too and everyone was so happy and- 

“You’re thinking too much,” Tommy says softly, kissing Buck’s forehead “Which is rare for you” he jokes, and Buck smiles a little while rolling his eyes

“I miss her. I went so long not seeing her… I regret not staying in touch better. We talked but… it wasn’t often you know. I should have taken care of her. I love her, Tommy… she’s my little sister” 

“She’s not dead Evan. The Doctor said she’d be waking up any day now”

“He said that a week ago” Buck scoffs and Tommy pulls back to look at him 

“She’s not dead. And she’s not going to die.” 

His voice is so firm and so final that Buck can’t help but let it feed that tiny little flame of hope that had been long dwindling. He can feel his chest warm up again, heartbeat spreading through his body as Tommy strokes his hair, placing another lingering kiss on his forehead… or he’s just blushing 

“Do you want to come with me to see her today?” Buck asks, toying with Tommy’s shirt 

“I’d love to, you can read to her again. I think she likes when you do that”

“She did when we were kids, I’d make all the funny voices for her” He laughs a little, sniffling as tears start to fall “Maybe I’ll go buy like a fuckin Geronimo Stilton book. We loved those” 

“Why wait? Let’s go buy her a whole damn set” Tommy pulls away from Buck, getting out of bed and holding his hand out 

“We’ll get her the books, get some food for Eddie that I will be force-feeding him and you can read to her” 

Buck takes his hand and pulls him from the bed, pulling him close to his chest and hugging him tightly 

“It’s gonna be okay Evan. No matter what happens, I’ll be here for you okay?” 

“Okay”

Tommy drives him to Half Price because Buck knows you’d prefer he got a bargain on them if he was gonna spend that much money (Tommy spends the money, but he refuses to let Buck pay). He buys all your old favorites and even a few of the newer ones he thinks look cute. He comes away with 23 Geronimo Stilton books, the entire Divergent series, and the first book of Ice Planet Barbarians. Tommy stares at it as he holds the pile and Buck shrugs 

“It’ll make her laugh” 

Maddie’s taken a leave of absence. 

Chimney made her, coming to her two weeks after what happened and practically begging her. 

“You’re running yourself ragged, between work and then the hospital after? I’m worried about the baby, I’m worried about you”

“I’ll be okay Chim, honestly” She smiles at him but he knows her, and loves her. 

“No, you won’t be. We can’t do this Maddie you need to slow down, you need to take a break. Please Y/N will be crushed if anything happens to the baby because of her” 

“Because of her?? Are you seriously blaming her??” She raises her voice, and he knows she just needs someone to be mad at, she doesn’t mean it.

“You know what I mean Maddie. You need to take a break!” 

“What I’m just supposed to give up on my cousin?? My little sister??” 

“No, of course not. But she’d be heartbroken if anyth-“

“Nothing is going to happen to my baby. I’m perfectly capable of handling this!” 

“Your baby?” He blinks, and she stops, putting her hands down on the counter in front of her, not saying a thing. He nods his head slowly, looking away from her 

“I need to get to work” 

“Howie-“

He walks past her, giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek, and leaves 

She comes and sees you every day, Eddie is there, stretched out on the lounge they have there for patients and visitors. He’s looking rough, like really rough. She tries to make him go home, to rest up, take a shower get something to eat 

But he just kisses her cheek and says he’s fine there. He cleans himself up in the bathroom when he needs to he’s fine

She hates seeing what he’s doing to himself but isn’t she doing the same practically? She sits by your bedside, telling you about her day, making Eddie cover his ears when she talks about problems with Chim. 

She’s not been eating much lately, she’s sleeping a lot more… the baby is due so soon. What if you’re not there for it? How can they celebrate the birth of the baby when you’re missing? 

“She’s gonna be there,” Eddie says one day after he wakes up from a nap. He listens to Maddie for a little bit, expressing her growing frustrations and sadness, especially with herself

“She’d never miss this, she’ll be there Mads. Chimney is right, you need a break”

“I yelled at him… I- I shouldn’t have. I know he’s right, you’re both right.”She runs her hands through her hair, letting her tears fall 

“I just need her to wake up”

She comes home that night and makes him dinner, okay she didn’t exactly make it but he loves In n out and he hadn’t had it in a while, but she set it out on the table with a little candle!! 

He comes in, pretty late. Tossing his bag on the floor and slipping his shoes off. 

“Hey,” She says softly and he looks up, smiling slowly and walking over 

“Hey” He kisses her head and pulls out his chair, sitting next to her 

“What’s this huh?” He smirks and she takes his hand, kissing it softly 

“Our baby had a craving” 

He looks at her, cupping his hands around hers and she smiles, putting her forehead against their hands 

“I do love Y/N Maddie. But you, and the baby? Are my priorities”

“I know” 

“I could have said it nicer”

“No, no don’t do that” She sniffles a little and looks up at him “I knew what you meant I just- I lost my temper. You were right. Today was my last day, I started my maternity leave early…” 

“Thank you, Maddie,” He says sincerely, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms tightly around her. 

“It’s gonna work out, you’ll see” 

Hen finally stops blaming herself, after Karen threatens to leave her and go stay in a hotel for a few days. She knows it’s extreme. But that’s all Hen talks about, she keeps going over that night over and over again like if she does it enough she can just change something. 

The worst part is when she starts to blame Karen a bit too. Why didn’t we spend more time with her that night? Why didn’t we pay attention to her? 

“It was a night out!” Karen yells, they’d been doing that a lot lately “We were all having fun!”

“We shouldn’t have just kept to ourselves! She would have been safe if we just stopped making out and paid attention to that creep!”

“We specifically told them we would kinda be keeping to ourselves! She encouraged it!” 

“It was a mistake!” Hen yells back, and Karen stares at her for a second before storming to the closet and grabbing her overnight bag 

“What are you doing?”

“What the fuck does it look like I’m doing? I can’t live like this, it’s been three weeks Hen. She’s in a coma because of an allergic reaction not because we decided to have one damn night together” 

“I shouldn’t have said that,” Hen says quietly 

“No, you shouldn’t have. It doesn’t even make sense. We can’t control other people’s actions, only our own. You helped her until the paramedics came, wasn’t that enough?” 

“It doesn’t feel like it” 

“She would have bled out on the damn table if you hadn’t” She stops packing for a second her hand trembling 

“I had to watch that girl bleed out as Tommy carried her to a diner. She didn’t even know what was going on.” 

All this time Hen was so wrapped up in her feelings and things she could have changed, but she didn’t see how it had affected Karen… she forgot, Karen doesn’t see these things daily like she does… 

Hen comes around the bed, holding her tightly in her arms as she breaks down, starting to breathe heavily, her hands shaking her, her body trembling 

“I-I thought- I thought she was gonna die in there. On a diner table,” she sobs and Hen shushes her softly, rubbing her back 

“I had it handled, baby you know that. She lived. She’s okay….she…she lived”

And that’s when Hen finally gets out of he own head, her own sorrow, and learns that other people were affected too and that she had done everything she could. She just couldn’t see it past her own pain. Her wife was just as traumatized… maybe even more so and she’d neglected her needs, her anxieties about everything. She’d even yelled at her like it could fix things… 

“I’m so sorry,” Hen says, crying into her hair and Karen holds her just as tightly 

“So am I” 

Bobby comes for the first time today. 

He’d been staying away, keeping everyone together. But they’ve all said the same thing, they’re all worried about the same thing 

Eddie. 

He walks in with flowers, to go with the ridiculous amount Buck keeps bringing because he knows how much you love flowers and he says it’s totally scientific that you’ll wake up when you’re surrounded by the things you love 

Eddie slept in your bed every night after he said that. 

“Hey” Bobby smiles as he sets them down on the little table in front of you, Eddie looks up at him blinking slowly as he wakes up from a nap 

“Oh hey, haven’t seen you in a while” 

“Five weeks?”

“Five weeks,” Eddie says softly, as he gets up and stretches 

“Come on, I’m taking you home” He reaches his hand out and Eddie looks at it, before shrugging

“No it’s okay, I’m fine. I’ve… I’ve been telling everyone I’m-“

“Don’t start that with me, you’ve got two choices. I carry you out kicking and screaming or you come with me willingly, you shower, you eat something, and I bring you right back”

“Bobby-“

“I’ve got one damn kid in a hospital bed, you think I wanna see another? She’s going to be pissed when she sees you, Eddie. Do you really want to do that to her? She’s going to be wracked with guilt” 

Athena comes in the room now, she’s got fresh clothes and a bag full of Eddie doesn’t know what

“Alright get out, I’m gonna change her. Go back to the house and clean up” 

Eddie stares at them, blinking slowly like he can’t process what’s going on, and lord knows he probably can’t he hasn’t eaten a proper meal in how long? Bobby reaches out for him, holding his arm 

“Let us take care of you son. Please” 

Eddie looks at you,.. he can’t leave you. He just can’t, he’s refused to for anyone else so why does it feel so different when they tell him to leave. 

“Yes you can” Athena whispers, coming over to him and putting her arm around him 

“She won’t ever be alone, I’m right here with her. Ain’t no one touching one of my babies. You go take care of yourself for her”

Eddie isn’t even sure when he started crying, but he can’t stop and it feels like he’s never going to stop. He sobs loudly, his body shaking as Bobby rushes over and holds him. He collapses into Bobby’s arms, sobbing his heart out. They gently fall to the floor where Bobby rubs his back, shushing him softly.

“It’s gonna be okay Eddie, she’s gonna be okay” 

He hadn’t cried, not since he was alone in the bathroom the first night he’d been told. No, he stayed strong for his family, he had to.

Buck needed him.

Maddie needed him.

Hen needed him.

Tommy needed him.

Maybe that’s why it’s so easy to break in front of Bobby and Athena. They didn’t need him right now, they were the ones keeping the others together when they weren’t at the hospital with him. He still doesn’t like it, he feels weak, like he can’t hold himself together anymore

“Let it out son, I’m here,” Bobby says soothingly “We’re here”

Eddie can’t hear the way your heartbeats start to change. You’d think he would, he’d been listening to them, watching them, for weeks. But he’s too busy finally falling apart, letting himself feel all the fears and worries he’s been keeping bottled up for weeks now. He lets himself cling to Bobby like a scared little kid who needs his father 

“What if she never wakes up?” He can barely speak through his tears “W-what if-“ 

Athena gets down now, tilting Eddie’s head up to her straight in the eyes 

“She’s going to wake up,” She says softly, with a firm “and we’re not thinking any different” look. “She’s strong Eddie, you know that, we all know that” 

He knows that he can’t bring himself to doubt it. Because if it did he would just be a shell, if he isn’t one already…

“I should have left for Saturn” he laughs bitterly to himself as his sobs finally quiet. He leans into Bobby, still trying to control himself, but Bobby does it for him, holding onto him tightly. 

“Fuck you” 

Eddie laughs again, shaking his head. “I think I’m finally losing it” he sniffles while rocking back and forth, wiping at his eyes “Shit I’m losing it. I can hear her cursing at me for wanting to leave” 

“Oh my god,” Athena says as she stands up, breathlessly rushing from the room “Doctor??” 

Eddie looks around for a moment, scrambling up from the floor. You’re staring right back at him, your eyes sparkling just for him. The doctors and nurses rush in and he’s gently moved aside. He collapses onto the lounge and Bobby sits next to him, his arm over him. 

They spend time fussing over you, giving you pain medication and something to soothe your throat, going over your vitals and asking you all kinds of questions, doing all kinds of little tests for now, and explaining things to you 

“Eddie” Your voice is so scratchy and rough and the Doctor tries to shush you, he doesn’t want you talking yet but you say his name again, again and again, no matter how much it hurts 

He walks over to your bed, his legs barely able to carry him from how hard he’s shaking. He takes your hand in his, looking at you with wide eyes 

“Crying?” You ask softly, coughing a bit and he gives you a sip of the lukewarm water 

“You…you heard me crying?” He asks, laughing incredulously “Are-“ He sounds insane “All I had to do was fucking cry?? And you’d come back to me??” 

“You said you were leaving” It’s more of a broken sentence, and you’re having a hard time talking but he kind of understands it 

“What? No, I’d never-“ 

“Saturn” Bobby says from behind him “You said you wanted to go to Saturn??”

Eddie shakes his head at you, before falling forward on you. His tears soak into the pretty pink dress Maddie had put you in a few days before, the one he recognizes you’d been wearing when you first met him. You try your best to move your hand but Bobby takes it carefully, placing it in Eddie’s messy curls. You flex your fingers a bit, mimicking petting his hair and you both stay like that for a while, eventually, you coax him into the bed with you where he’d been sleeping and he buries his face in your neck 

“I should have told you that night, on our first date? I should have told you I loved you. I should have told you I loved you in the car after the beach, I should have told you when you moved in with me. And I should have been telling you every day since I met you that I love you” 

“I know” 

Your heartbeat skyrockets on the monitor and Bobby pats Eddie’s leg 

“Hey, you better be being appropriate!” He jokes, wiping away the tears in his eyes and Athena hugs him tightly. He puts his arm around her and kisses her head

You snort through your nose and Eddie rolls his eyes 

“Well” he looks at you and your heart skips a beat, literally, which just makes him laugh and he hugs you to him tightly, as tight as you can stand it 

“Are you gonna say it back?” He says sassily and you giggle shaking your head. His mouth drops open and he turns to Bobby and Athena 

“Hey! Hey are you seeing this?! I pour my heart out to this twerp, this ungrateful little brat!” 

Your head falls back as you cackle and he smacks the side of your thigh and you yelp 

“Oh shit, I probably shouldn’t do that huh?”

“No, you shouldn’t,” The doctor says as he types on the computer in front of him

“Because you know. She’s in a hospital bed. And as you know, in a coma” 

Eddie flicks him off and makes a little face at him. They’d spent a lot of time together these last few weeks. Sometimes Dr. Din- the man who’d been assigned to your case would come in and just sit with you for a little while, he and Eddie talked a lot and said you reminded him of his kid he’d lost a long time ago. 

“It is very nice to meet you, by the way, kid” He nods to you and you smile, giving him a little wave with your fingers and Eddie rolls his eyes 

“Traitor” He huffs and you narrow your eyes 

“Big baby” 

His mouth drops open and you try and stifle your giggles 

“You have the biggest fucking audacity to be saying that to me. When you know, you know!!! You are the biggest crybaby in the entire world! You even cry to get your way with me!! Like when I bought you that second Hello Kitty plush so your first wouldn’t be lonely!” 

You pout at him and sniffle and he gestures “See!!”

“You are being pretty mean to her,” Dr. Din says and he throws one of the little stuffed animals Buck bought you at him 

“You stay out of this!” 

Your shoulders shake as you giggle at his antics and he groans, rubbing his hand over his face “Biggest brat I know” 

“But you love it” You bat your eyelashes at him and he smiles, nuzzling his nose against yours

“Yeah… I do love it” 

“And I love you,” You say, and Eddie stares down at you, his heart melting all over again 

“You what?” He says quietly, playfully and you know him too well by now, you can hear that tiny little hint of hesitancy, like he doesn’t believe you’re saying it to him 

“I love you… I love you, I love you, I love you” 

Buck comes barging in just like he always does, with a giant paper bag and Tommy behind him with a plastic bag.

“Eddie Diaz, get ready to eat you don’t have any damn choice, I brought backup,” He says as he walks in and sets the bag of books down 

“And Y/N get ready to kill Trap” He grabs the first book from the top of the pile and turns around. Eddie is lying in bed with you, stroking your hair softly, while you stare at Buck with a little smile on your face 

“I’d kill for anything to eat right now,” Eddie says, reaching out for Tommy’s bag and he walks over, handing it to him. 

“Y-Y/N??” Buck says softly and you smile at him 

“Bucky bear” your voice is still a bit rough and scratchy but you’ve had enough tea to drown England at this point and it’s sounding as normal as possible 

“W-when…?” He’s too stunned to move, too stunned to be “Buck” 

“A few hours ago,” Eddie says “She had to do so many tests and be brought to so many rooms she asked me not to call you until she could spend time with you without having to leave.” 

“Does Maddie know?” 

“She’s on her way, Y/N wanted to surprise you both when you texted you were coming. This is good” he nods at Tommy, who’s leaning quietly against the back wall 

“I’ll show you guys where I got it from when she’s better… maybe a double date?” 

You perk up immediately, trying to sit up and Eddie gets out of bed, setting his food down on the table so he can help you adjust 

“No- no we’re not discussing that right now” Buck can finally walk again and he practically runs across the room now, diving onto the bed and squishing the life out of you 

“Buck!” Eddie groans and you just laugh as he lays on you, not caring at all about all the weight he’s putting on you 

“Nope nope nope I’m staying right here for the rest of my life I’m never moving. I’m gonna protect you from everything” 

“Doesn’t she have stitches?” Tommy asks and Buck looks down 

“Okay I’m moving a little bit” 

He shifts over so he’s more on your other side and against the bed now and you take a breath, being able to actually freaking breathe again 

“If you ever leave me again I’m going with you,” Buck says quietly as he hugs you. His head rests on your shoulder and you lean into him, your tear drops falling into his hair 

“I missed you” you whisper and he laughs, hiding his face in your shoulder as he sniffles 

“I missed you too Miss Stinkypants”

As soon as Maddie arrives and the three of you squish into the hospital bed, a mass text is sent out of a picture of you three, your arms around both of them saying that you’re awake and doing really well considering everything. 

You get well wishes and promises of visits from the Bennett’s and that one probie Eddie can’t remember the name of sends a picture of him and a few of the guys from the station all giving you thumbs up and big smiles 

Eddie has eaten absolutely everything given to him and you glare at him every time he accepts food and he just smiles back at you. You force him to go home, to clean up and rest, and he doesn’t go until Buck sets up your iPad and you FaceTime him. He’s not taking his eyes off you. Tommy offers to bring him home and back and he accepts 

“Why does everyone but me drive my Jeep now” Buck pouts as Tommy kisses his head when they leave and you shake Maddie’s arm aggressively

“Later!” Buck yells at you in embarrassment 

“You feeling better?” Tommy asks as he and Eddie are driving together, he’s muted but he’s watching you giggle through Buck reading to you and Maddie

“Yeah… kinda.. thanks for the food” 

“It was no problem”

“Thanks for everything actually…”Eddie says quietly, staring at the sweet smile on your face as Maddie puts her head on your shoulder 

“You took care of Buck when I couldn’t… I- I feel bad about that”

“Eddie, the love of your life was in a coma in the hospital…I don’t think anyone expected anything from you” Tommy looks over at him for a minute 

“But… Buck needed me, and I just… I feel like I let him down, how am I gonna make it up to him?” 

“Eddie” Tommy scoffs “Buck felt like he was letting you down. He couldn’t take care of you! Neither of you could do anything but worry about Y/N and pretend like you were fine for the other and it would have done you both some good had you just learned to accept help and had Buck learned he didn’t have to process his feelings alone” 

“He could never let me down!” 

Tommy stares at him for a minute, before looking back at the road and Eddie lets his head fall against the headrest

“And…and I could never let him down”

“Dumbasses”

“Hey!!” 

The Bennett’s are at Eddie’s house when they get there, they’d been taking care of the house and your little plants the entire time for you. Eliza and William hug Eddie so tightly that he can barely breathe. She has tears in her eyes as she spanks his butt, scolding him for not taking proper care of himself and he huffs, rubbing his butt as he walks away to go shower 

The Bennetts love Tommy and say he’s just what Buck needed, and that makes him blush as they fawn over him. He helps them tidy up around the kitchen, making Eliza sit down as he places a cup of tea in front of her. They talk for a little while, waiting for Eddie to get all cleaned up and he tells them about you and how you’re doing and everything the doctors said that he can remember 

“How are you doing?” Eliza asks, stirring her tea and Tommy smiles a little, looking down as he sighs and rubs the back of his neck 

“I don’t know. If I’m being honest. I was taking care of Buck for so long… making sure he would live… I wasn’t exactly taking care of myself as much as I should have” He chuckles quietly, looking up at the ceiling 

“Ahh I dared to be yelling at Eddie” 

A single tear slides down his cheek and he tries to wipe it away but there’s no use, they just keep coming 

“I’m so relieved, I kept telling Buck, over and over that she would wake up and- and I believed it you know? I swear I did” William puts his hand on Tommy’s arm and Eliza rubs his shoulder “But what if she didn’t? What would that have done to them?” 

“What would that have done to you?” William asks and he shakes his head 

“M-me?” 

“You care about her too,” Eliza says 

“I feel like I don’t have the right to, she barely knows me”

“Are you kidding me?” Eddie comes in, wiping his hair with a towel, it’s a little longer than he normally wears it and it’s starting to curl a bit. He can already see you going crazy over it 

“She adores you, Tommy! You have to know that. You had every right to be hurting along with us and you still do. If she heard you say that she’d kill you”

“Apparently she’s gonna be doing a lot of killing” William sips his coffee and Eliza nods 

“And I’ll be right there with her. It’s okay to have feelings boys, and to express those feelings to your family. It’s okay to be scared and to need support. That’s what we’re all here for because we love each other” 

“Oh did I mention Eddie told her he loved her” Tommy says to get the heat off himself and Eddie’s mouth drops open while William chokes on his tea

“You what?!” Eliza shouts 

It’s a couple weeks before you’re allowed to go home but once you do you’ve never been more relieved. Eddie carries you over the threshold, letting you stop to say hi to all your little plants before bringing you in 

“Oh boy did I miss you guys,” You say, petting the little succulents gently 

“Mrs. Bennett did so wonderful with them” You sigh and Eddie nods 

“Yeah they’re totally gonna hate you now”

You whack his chest and he smirks, leaning in to give you a little peck on the cheek. You pull him back, kissing him desperately and he grins wickedly 

“I seem to remember somebody telling me a little secret…” He whispers, his voice simmering with desire 

“Dr. Din said no sex” You scold him 

“It’s not sex if you don’t put it in…” He chuckles as he opens the door then kicks it closed behind him. 

“Surprise!!” 

You shriek and cling to Eddie as his head falls back laughing. Everyone is there, with a little welcome home banner and a messy-looking cake you know Buck poured his heart and soul into 

“Eddie Diaz!” You yell at him and he laughs harder, handing you off to Tommy before he drops you. Tommy sets you down on the ground, your legs are still a bit weak so he helps you walk over to the couch as Buck sets the cake on the coffee table in front of you 

“Hey pretty girl” he smiles and you ruffle his hair, bringing him in to kiss his head 

“Hi, Buck. Did you make this for me??” You ask as you clasp your hands together and he nods excitedly 

“Sure did!! Tommy and I made it!” 

It’s so pretty really, it’s got pink frosting with a messy white border and welcome home written in the center, which is honestly the most impressive part 

“He had six sugar highs practicing the writing” Tommy chuckles as he sits across from you, Eddie plops down on the couch next to you as you hug Buck tightly to your chest

“Thank you” you reach out for Tommy and he gets up again, hugging you too “And thank you too,” you tell him 

The party is wonderful, there are even a few presents for you and you’ve never felt more loved or safer. Eddie stays by your side, even pulling you into his lap to snuggle you and you bat at his hands to let you go so you can reach for more presents. The only time he lets you go is to go into the kitchen to get plates and Athena takes that time to follow him 

“You have to give her room to breathe, Eddie,” She says as she grabs the pack of bluey napkins 

“What do you mean?” He turns to her and she smiles lovingly at him, patting his arm 

“You need to give her space before she feels forced to take it… I know how happy you are to have her back, how happy she is to be back. But remember, it wasn’t as long as it was for her, for you… do you get what I’m saying?” 

Eddie sighs, leaning against the counter, and nods “Y-yeah I get it” 

She looks at him, taking the plates from him 

“I’m just saying don’t put her in your lap Eddie that’s all. Let her sit on her own” 

“I understand” 

No, he doesn’t. Okay, he does, But he doesn’t want to. 

They walk back into the party and Eddie sits down in another chair, acting like he did it to be able to cut the cake better, you look at him, and he knows you’re looking but he won’t look over 

Your eyes narrow 

“Eddie?” 

“Hm?” He passes a piece to Tommy, and then to Buck, and then Chim… 

“Kitchen. Now.” 

You struggle to get up and Buck helps you, supporting your hips. Eddie sighs and stands up, holding his arms out and you walk to him, but instead of picking you up like he loves to do he wraps his arm securely around your waist and helps you into the kitchen. 

You lean against the counter and he leans on the island 

“What’s up, babe?” He crosses his arms over his chest and you look at him, he sees your lip wobble and he stands up, putting his hands on your arms 

“Hey, hey-hey what’s wrong baby girl?” 

“Did I do something?” You ask, your voice wavering and he flinches back a little 

“What?! God no we were just sitting together what could you have done??”

“That’s what I’m wondering. A-are you just tired or something?” 

“What do you mean Y/N?”

“You didn’t put me back in your lap… you didn’t even sit by me” 

“I-I was just giving you s-space”

“Did I ask for it?” 

“N-no it’s just-“

“Eddie we were apart for five weeks… I missed out on five weeks of my life. W-we’re just saying I love you! We’re finally having our life together I-“

His hands cup your face as he kisses you, sliding down slowly to hold your neck for a second and you gasp against his lips, curling your fingers into his shirt 

“Athena suggested I give you space,” he says quickly and you look at him, pushing him away for a second 

“What do you want?” 

“I want to smother you until you can’t live without me like I can’t live without you” 

“Good, I want that too! Nice communication skills. Athena??” You call out and Eddie cringes a little 

“Put me on the counter,” you tell him and he does as you say, plopping you up there while she walks in. You want to be face to face with her for this. 

“You called?” 

“I’mmmm gonna see if Buck wants more cake” Eddie tries to run and you grab his shirt, yanking him back.

“Oh no you don’t. Look, I-“You sigh and run your hands over your head and Eddie rubs your back soothingly 

“I understand, that you’re just trying to help? And I appreciate it. You sort of? Gave Eddie good advice. But I did not ask him for space, I don’t want space right now. When I do, I will be the one to tell him, I will say hey Eddie I need some space and he’ll sit on the other side of the couch or go over to freaking Buck’s place. When we need advice we will come to you, honestly. But until then? Stay out of my relationship Mother, please.” 

Eddie keeps his head down awkwardly, biting his lip and wringing his hands. You know like when your friend gets in trouble in front of you? And you just gotta like stand there awkwardly 

“Eddie, Y/N, I apologize,” Athena says, though her voice is a bit short which is understandable “I shouldn’t be sticking my nose in where it doesn’t belong… you’re right” She’s sincere about it as she rubs Eddie’s arm and gives you a hug and goes to leave the kitchen 

“I do love you,” you tell her, with a little pout on your lips now and she rolls her eyes at you, pursing her lips in a smile 

“I love you too honey, good job at standing up for yourself” 

Eddie lets out a deep sigh as she leaves “Oh my god that was the scariest thing I’ve ever been a part of” 

“I thought she was gonna kill you for telling me” 

“So did I!!”

You come back to the party, Eddie’s carrying you and your face is buried deep in his shoulder, just like it should be. There’s always a time for space, and you’ll let him know when you need it… but right now? This is all you want. 

Your friends.

Your family.

Your Eddie.

[shawtuzi]

thinking about incubus!eren walk with me real quick besties

“i’m scared mika what if we actually summoned something,” you huffed squeezing your my melody plush to your chest. mikasa and sasha began laughing over the phone making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “s’not funny guys you know that stuff scares me—can’t believe i let you guys talk me into doing it.” in a poor attempt to help you get laid mikasa and sasha thought it would be funny to convince you to summon an incubus, and because peer pressure is a treacherous bitch you begrudgingly gave in. although they wholeheartedly believed the summons was bullshit and tried to convince you a ‘sex demon’ would never appear in your dreams you couldn’t help but fear they were wrong.

“y/n trust me nothings gonna happen, i doubt we even gave you the right instructions to actually summon one so don’t worry okay? talk later bye!” before you could get another word up the line went dead leaving you alone with your paranoid thoughts. you let out a deep sigh mumbling to yourself, “it’s gonna be okay y/n it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real.” in an attempt to calm yourself you turned on your favorite show and it actually did work! soon you were peacefully drifting off to sleep—little did you know you had an audience watching you.

“finally she’s asleep,” a gruff voice spoke from the darkest corner of your room. eren stood to his full height before slowly making his way to your bed. although the room was pitch black aside from the soft glow from your tv eren could see your sleeping form perfectly. your heart beat had slowed drastically and little snores could be heard from your plump, parted lips. eren brought his hand to your face, trailing his knuckle ever so gently down your cheek. ‘so soft,” he thought to himself, bringing his thumb to run across your plump lips. eren could hear the tiniest whimper escape your mouth and that’s when he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

in your dumb little head you thought you were simply having a mind blowing wet dream about a man whose beauty you couldn’t even comprehend—little did you know eren was controlling the entire thing. every orgasm, every position you were put in, every degrading comment the nameless man said to you incubus!eren was controlling it all. in an instant eren has flipped your comforter up, exposing you and your cute little pajama set. “how cute…” the demon whispered cupping your pussy over your cotton shorts, “and she’s already soaked, even cuter!”

eren couldn’t contain his excitement as you began to grind your pussy against his palm. eren climbed above your sleeping body, careful not to wake you as he gauged your every reaction. your pussy had gotten so wet from your dream your slick had begun to seep through your panties and eventually your shorts, coating the demons palm in your sweet essence.

suddenly your eyes snapped open and you were met with piercing emerald ones staring right back at you. you opened your mouth to scream but he covered your mouth, slightly digging his nails into your skin. eren reached over and turned on your bedside light, giving you a slightly better view of his face. the sight of him made your eyes widen—you couldn’t tell if it was in admiration or horror (maybe both). “i look a little familiar huh?” he grinned showing off his razor sharp canines, “now if i remove my hand will you promise to be a good girl and not scream?” you slowly shook your head making eren’s smile widen. eren removed his hand from your mouth but stayed hovered over you, his wings blocking everything in the room but his scarily handsome face.

“don’t act so surprised to see me you are the one that summoned me after all im just doing my job,” he brought his much larger hand to your face, squeezing your cheeks together. you were absolutely speechless. there’s no way you conjured a damn sex demon there was absolutely no way—yet here he was in all his glory looking like he was ready to devour you whole. “y-you’re not going to h-hurt me are you?” your shaky voice made eren’s semi-hard dick throb. eren buried his head in your neck inhaling the sweet smell shea butter and coconut scented body wash, “m’not hear to hurt you sweet thing,” his long tongue licked from the junction of your neck to the shell of your ear, “i’m just hear to make you feel good—make us feel good together.”

“you’re so cute and soft,” he smiled taking your trembling hand in his, pressing a soft kiss the skin of your palm. the incubus then began to litter your neck with kisses, slowly making his way to your cleavage. “so…after we have sex does that mean you’ll go away” you asked, letting out a little gasp when he yanked up your sleep shirt. “so pretty…” he mumbled to himself before taking one of your nipples into his watering mouth. “but to answer your question yes i will go away—unless i release inside you then we’d be bonded,” his words were muffled as he continued to suckle on your nipple, tweaking the other with his hand. “b-bonded? ah!” you let out a squeak as eren bit down harshly on your nipple before swirling his tongue once again around the bud.

eren let out a lewd ‘mhmm’ as his kisses began to trail lower and lower until he was between your parted thighs. his sharp nail ran down your covered folds making you jump the tiniest bit, “if we’re bonded that means i am yours but most importantly you’ll be mine. i’ll get to take care of this neglected little pussy as much as you need, wouldn’t that be just divine sweet girl?” before you could get a word out his disturbingly long tongue began to lap at your pussy over your sleep shorts, soaking the fabric even more. your hips bucked up into his face making the demon giggle.

“so what do you say? i promise i’ll take such good care of you until the end of time. i swear it,” you looked into his eyes pondering for a moment before nodding your head. you felt pathetic for just a second until it was replaced with overwhelming pleasure when eren pulled your shorts and panties to the side, licking a slow fat stripe up your soaked pussy. you were risking your safety and sanity by making a deal with such an evil spirit but with the way eren skillfully made out with your pussy you just couldn’t find it in you to care.

eren was elated to have such a cute little plaything by his side now, and it looked like you were just as happy to have him too. he may have left out the part where he’s going to consume your every thought and be the star of every single dream you have but you don’t mind right?

[its-time-to-write]

sooo excited requests are open again! Jamie gets a day off from training and you spend the whole day together cuddling and snogging and watching films

Done😎 Gonna hit you all with some angst pretty soon, so enjoy this angst-free fic while you can! Thanks for the request!

(p.s. this gif makes me giggle. idk why)

tell me where to put my love

There is absolutely nothing like a Sunday morning, because it means that Jamie has absolutely no training. Saturdays are subject to extra time with Roy, so you and Jamie only get one day a week with absolutely no football. Well, not absolutely no football. Sometimes you let him cajole you into going to the Richmond Green and kicking around one of the ten billion footballs he has in the house. 

He says you’ve gotten better since you’ve started, you say that you could take on all of Richmond and win.

He says you’re very funny.

You say so too.

Sundays are great because you get to sleep in, but you probably don’t. You’re both so used to being awake early so despite being up late, you’re both unable to sleep past 7:30, maybe 8 if you’re really tired.

You don’t get out of bed, though.

The first one to wake will lie as still as possible, looking at the rise and fall of the other’s chest. Usually it’s Jamie watching you. You’re a light sleeper, so you begin to stir at the slightest change in atmosphere. He’ll stroke your cheek and you’ll smile and stretch, refusing to open your eyes.

His hands will start to slide down to your arms and to your waist, then dip below your pajama bottoms. You’ll open your eyes at that, because he’ll soon shift so that his head is at your waist, and lift his baby blue eyes to yours in a question. 

This Sunday is no different, and you both end up staying in bed until 10. It’s not until you’re lying tangled in the sheets, sweaty and gasping for breath, that a stomach growls (yours, his, what’s the difference) and you each throw on as little clothes as possible and head to the kitchen. Jamie pulls things out for his morning smoothie and you’re toasting frozen waffles. Neither of you are saying much, except for a “hey!” from Jamie when you steal some of his strawberries. 

You take your respective breakfasts to the couch and settle under a blanket. It gets cold when you’re only wearing pants. 

“What are we gonna watch?” you ask. 

Jamie just grins and flips through your streaming services.

“No, babe,” you groan, “not again. Please, I beg of you.”

Jamie pretends he can’t hear you and lands on Keeping Up with the Kardashians. 

“Jamie,” you say as he chooses an episode, “why are you so obsessed with reality tv? It’s so unrealistic.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t fucking love it,” he replies, lightly knocking his head against yours. You roll your eyes and suppress a smile. You can’t argue with that. 

You stay on the couch for three hours until Jamie starts to get bored and starts kissing a line up your neck. You giggle and shift away.

“Babe,” he says between kisses, “you hungry?”

“That is not where I thought this was going,” you laugh. 

Jamie shrugs, lips still against your throat. “Trying to make up for making you watch fucking American reality television. And I want takeout.”

At that, you turn and capture his lips in yours. He’s not supposed to have takeout right now, not part of his eating plan. He’s trying to butter you up so you won’t talk him out of it. Lucky for him, he’s making a very convincing argument. 

An hour later, you’re in the backyard on the patio eating Chinese food. You’re both in more clothes and soaking up the rare bit of sun. Jamie has also produced chips, and you’re not sure why they go so well with Chinese, but they do. 

You’re finishing up the last box and chatting about Jamie’s upcoming match when there’s a knock on the door. You both freeze. You’re not expecting anyone, and you exchange an assessing look to see who is most presentable to answer the door. 

It turns out to be Jamie, so he pads inside and opens it to find Dani. 

“Eyy, muchacho! Nice to have a day off, no? I was feeling a little bit lonely, so I decided to drop by to see if you would like to play some FIFA. And I did not come empty handed!” Dani holds up a bag of Mexican food. 

“Can’t,” Jamie says. “Girlfriend’s here.”

Dani’s face droops a little bit and, as if on cue, you appear behind Jamie, all wrapped up in a blanket. 

“Hi Dani!” you say. “Heard your voice from the backyard. What’re you doing here?”

He shrugs. “Just lonely, I guess.“ 

He looks so hilariously forlorn that you laugh and Jamie rolls his eyes. 

“Do you want to come in?” you ask. “Ooh, is that Mexican?”

Fifteen minutes later, Dani is explaining hair masks to a fascinated Jamie, as you sip your drinks and eat the food Dani brought. Neither you nor Jamie care to tell him you had just eaten.

He stays for two hours, crushing Jamie at FIFA. After the door shuts behind him, Jamie looks at you and says, “shower?”

You and Jamie stay in for way too long, only coming out when your hands are far too pruny. The bathroom is all steamy, and Jamie’s towel is wrapped low around his hips. You end up back on the bed, laying on top of the sheets in your towels. His arm is around you, thumb rubbing up and down your arm. Your head is tucked in the crook of his neck, and you’re breathing in his clean scent slowly. He’s talking in a low voice, not about anything really, just chattering about football, his mum, and the future. You’re trying to stay awake, you really are, and there’s no reason you should be tired and yet your eyes are growing heavy. It’s not your fault that his voice is so calm and so soothing, and before you know it you’re asleep. 

You don’t see this part, but Jamie notices the change in your breathing and starts whispering about other things. How much he loves you, and why he loves you. His real hopes for the future, the ones he’s not sure you’re ready to hear, but thinks one day you will be. He’ll let you sleep as long as possible. These times are rare, and he is going to savor every moment. 

[beforeimdeceased]

…ELECTRIC LADY 💋📺🚬

pairing: 70s!ellie x reader

synopsis: she’s still as sweet as she used to be.

author’s note: this. is. so much! fun! to write! i love the vibes i love my moodboard i love it i love i love it!

part one. > part two. > part three.

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“the hell are you reading?” ellie grabs her bottle of soda pop from her cup holder and takes a sip. “sounds like somebody’s diary.”

“shut up! let me finish.” you furrow your brows, annoyed that she interrupted. “okay where was i? oh! ‘janice was caught sleeping with the mayors son, her hair had confirmed everyone’s suspicions’.” you recite the paragraph with joy.

“man i’ll be glad when we get to the hotel.”

several gas stations, tape changes, and gossip filled books later, you’d arrived at your first destination. just off the highway and a couple sharp lefts was all night inn. ellie carried your bags like a gentlewoman while you admired the establishments neon lights and angel sculptures.

“this isn’t too bad.” you say, opening the door. ellie drops the bags and pulls her lit cigarette from her lips. “always the best for you sugar.”

you roll your eyes before kicking your shoes off. “i’m gonna take a shower grump. why don’t you see if you can unbend your back after all those hours of driving.”

“oh, you’re so damn funny.” she sends you off.

the water is perfect, soothing your sweat ridden sticky skin. hands catching pools of it to throw over your face. you play in it before lathering up your soap in a towel to spread over your body. you hum softly, finding peace and solace in the moment.

when you leave the tub to find a towel, you smile seeing a heart drawn in the steam on the bathroom mirror.

⋆˚✿˖° 3 years prior

“fuck you’re gonna get me in trouble. shit, i wouldn’t even care.” ellie places a hand over your mouth. you were currently taking her harsh fingers in the back of her car. lips alternating between sloppy kisses on your neck and wrapping around the bud of your nipple. you were so close now, tears spilling from your eyes.

“cmon doll, i wanna taste.” she hums against your ear lobe. your eyes travel upward as you let out one satisfactory moan. chest heaving up and down as you catch your breath. ellie wasted no time bringing her messy fingers to her mouth. sticking them in and clearing them with one clean swipe.

“better than any meal you ever made me in that shithole diner.” she teases. you give her arm a punch and she rubs it before leaning in for a kiss.

⋆˚✿˖°

“if you can’t sleep you just wake me up okay? i’ll stay up with you, we’re in no rush. can rest here as long as we need too. bosses card.”

you’d both washed up and we’re now snuggled into the hotels queen sized bed together. her arms wrapped around your waist, fingertips grazing your ass while you snuggled into her chest.

the clock read 10:45pm.

and then the clock read 9:37am. how fast did you fall asleep?

“morning sunshine.” ellie kisses your forehead the second your eyes flutter open. she’d been waiting to do that for thirty minutes.

“i’ve been waiting to do that for thirty minutes.” she runs the bud of her thumb over your cheek. “you’re so cute.”

“i’m gonna bite you if you don’t feed me.” you smile. you wanted it to come out meaner, but her touch was weakening you. it had always been difficult to fight. that love that she so graciously gave you. the promise that it was yours and only yours. the colder nights in her arms wrapped up in her jacket, slow dancing to the jazz on the radio.

“let’s go get some waffles baby.” she grabs your sides and squeezes, earning a screeched laugh from you.

[biancasreign]

STAYING HOME (SHORT) | JEY USO

summary: jey’s the biggest baby when he’s sick

warnings: none

“Yeah girl, I’m gonna have to pass on lunch.”

“No worries sissy. I understand you wanna take care of your man! Just text me later so I can tell you the tea.” Her close friend, Nicole told her.

“I got you sis.”

After getting off the phone with Nicole she went to the fridge and instantly pull out the items to make a soup. She didn’t know what it was but Jey came down with something that made him extremely sick.

All last night he was throwing up, sweating, and sneezing like crazy. It drove her crazy not knowing what was wrong with him. All night she found herself dozing in and out of sleep, checking in him to make sure he was okay and still breathing.

When she work up this morning she spoke with a nurse to figure out what could’ve possibly been wrong with him. After listing his symptoms is was clear he had some kind of seasonal virus that was going around.

He rarely got sick but when he did he was the biggest baby in the world. He would stay in bed all day and hold Whitney right up under him.

Gathering the items for the soup she instantly started cooking so it would be done sooner than later. She made sure to add the extra spiciness the way they liked it and then started on the dumplings.

“Mmh, this is so good.” She danced to herself as she tasted the soup and then scooped some in the bowl for Jey. She then poured him a cup of lemon honey ginger tea and made her way upstairs.

When she got to their bedroom she placed the bowl and the cup down on the dresser and walked over to the bed where Jey was sprawled out. The room was freezing cold but his body was still hot due to his fever.

“Sweet face, wake up.” She called out to him a sage placed the food on the night stand and opened the blinds to let some light in.

“Baby close that.” He sucked his teeth and pulled the cover over his head to block the sunlight.

“Jey, come on.” She sat down on the bed, rubbing small circles into his back.

“Hmm?” He moved his head from under the comforter while adjusting his body to face her.

“Eat for me and you can go back to sleep. I made you some soup and tea.” She ran her hands through his small curls as he laid his head in her lap.

“I thought you were going out for lunch?” He asked.

“No, I gotta take care of my baby.”

“You don’t gotta do that. Go out with your girls.” He told her but she ignored him and picked up the humidifier so she could change the water in it.

As she did he grabbed the bowl off the dresser and instantly began eating it. If there was one thing Whitney could do it was cook her ass off. He loved all of her cooking especially when he was sick.

“How is it?”

“You know it’s good baby.” He licked his lips.

“Good, how do you feel? You look way better than yesterday.” She asked as she sat down on the bed next to him.

“Damn, I looked fucked up yesterday?” He sucked his teeth and turned to face her.

“Just a little bit.” She giggled.

“You’re not right for that. I couldn’t fucking breathe. He narrowed his eyes are her.

“Well you didn’t want to drink the tea. I bet you’ll drink it all now. It cleared your sinuses right out after I forced it down your throat.”

“That’s how you’re gonna treat me when we’re old, huh? Abusing me and shit?” He took the tea from her as she busted out laughing at how dramatic he was being.

“Hmm, maybe. You can be difficult sometimes we might have to send you to a nursing home.” She laughed once she saw the expression on his face.

“Yeah fucking right. You’ll be real upset when I find a young thang to take care of me.”

“And I’ll beat both of y’all asses. Old or not.” She pursed her lips at him. No longer thinking it was funny.

“Babe, you’re a trip.” He shook his head at her.

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[adrienneleclerc]

Prison For Life pt. 2

Paring: Walter Marshall x Hispanic/Latina Reader

Summary: more of Walter and Y/N’s relationship

A/N: there are probably many spelling mistakes

I'm no damsel in distress, no But I like assertiveness, so

Y/N and Walter have been dating for almost a year now and she was sleeping over at Walter's house. It was the middle of the night and Y/N woke to get a drink of water when she heard a noise that definitely did not come from her. She walked to Walter's side of the bed and started shaking him awake.

"Guapo, guapo, wake up." Y/N whispered as she shook him.

"Mm, baby girl, its late, we'll play later." Walter said, snuggling up to the bed and Y/N slapped his shoulder.

"No seas payaso, I heard something coming from downstairs, I’m gonna check.” Y/N said. She grabbed the hockey stick that Walter keeps in the closet but Walter got up from bed and took the hockey stick out of her hand. He rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up.

“Darling, I’ll go check downstairs. Relax, stay calm, I’ll be back.” Walter kissed her forehead and he walked downstairs to check where the noise was coming from to see his daughter raiding his fridge. “Faye? What are you doing her? I thought you were supposed to be with your mom.”

“I was. But then I went to this party and your house is closer. What is this?” Faye asks Walter, holding up a Tupperware full of food Y/N cooked.

“It’s lomo saltado.” Walter said, Faye shrugs her shoulders and starts beating up the food in the microwave “Does your mom know you’re here?” Walter asked.

“I called her before getting an Uber here, I am not that irresponsible, father. Is she upstairs?” Faye asked.

“Yes, she woke me up because of the noise she heard downstairs.” Walter said.

“Sorry, it’s hard to raid a refrigerator quietly when there is so much Tupperware, when does she find the time to cook?” Faye asked. She took out the food from the microwave and started eating it. “It’s really good, I’m glad you stopped eating those frozen dinners.”

“Just wash it when you’re done, do you need me to set up the guest bedroom?” Walter asked.

“I can set it up myself, dad. Go with your girlfriend, get some sleep, love you.” Faye said, hugging Walter.

“Love you too, don’t stay up too late.” Walter said, kissing her forehead and went upstairs. He entered his bedroom and saw Y/N in bed. “Everything is fine, it was just Faye.” Walter gets under the covers.

“Thank you for checking.” Y/N said.

“I’ll always check downstairs for strange noises, either with a hockey stick, baseball bat, or my gun.” Walter said, he wrapped his arm around Y/N.

“Do you even play hockey or baseball?” Y/N asked.

“It’s Minnesota, the police department has hockey games with the fire department.” Walter said and Y/N laughed.

“Oh, que funny, that’s hilarious. Okay, Goodnight, oso gruñón, i love you.” Y/N gave Walter a kiss.

“You did not just call me ‘grumpy bear’, baby girl.” Walter said.

“I’m sleeping, can’t hear you.” Y/N said and Walter laughed to himself and just spooned her, falling asleep peacefully.

Wrap your arm around me babe And say that you’ll keep me safe

Walter was making popcorn while Y/N was on the couch with a blanket over her, they were watching a scary movie, 16 months of dating.

"Walter, te lo juro juradito if you don't get your ass back here." Y/N started

"Mi vida, the popcorn is almost done." Walter said,

"Why the hell are we watching a horror movie?" Y/N asked.

"I distinctly remember you saying that you could handle a scary movie, I told you that we could watch one of those romcoms that you like, but you insisted. So we are watching a horror movie because of you. Besides, aren't you a big fan of Supernatural? Horror movies should be no problem." Walter said, pouring the popcorn into a big bowl.

"Supernatural is different, it stops being scary after season 5, honeslty. Most of the episodes are about monsters and demons, the scariest epsiodes are when it was humans behind the killings. Also, there was a fucking crossover with Scooby Doo, not scary, now sit, I don't like where this is going." Y/N said

Walter leaves the kitchen and sits beside Y/N, immediately wrapping his arm around her, pulling her to snugglie into him, which she does gladly. There was a jumpscare and Y/N hid inthe crook of his neck. Walter chuckled, rubbing her back attempting to soothe her. Walter the leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"It is just a movie, I'll always be here to keep you safe, no matter what." Walter kissed the top of her head and changed the movie. "You clearly need to watch 'Confessions of a Shopaholic' after that." Walter said and Y/N perked up.

"I love Hugh Dancy! He was so cute in that movie, but he will always be prince Charmont to me." Y/N said.

"Is he the reason why you like British guys?" Walter asked,

"Yes, yes he is." Y/N said.

"I need to send him thank you letter, maybe a gift, lets watch the movie." Walter said, getting comfortable again with his arm wrapped around Y/N.

I know it's bad to fantasize About robbers and bad guys But if he were there to save the day, ha Think I'd let that man marry me

Walter was cooking in Y/N’s apartment and shewas sipping wine, watching him, a year and a half into the relationship.

"Oso, are you sure you don't want help?" Y/N asked.

"I'm fine, hermosa, I really want to get this recipe right, I don't want you to have to do all the cooking." Walter said.

"Thats sweet, Oso." Y/N said, she walked over to where he was standing and kissed his cheek. She went back to where she was and like most women do, she asked a hypothetical question. "Hey Oso, what would you do of someone broke into the house?"

"What?" Walter turned away from the stove, looking at Y/N

"If we were home and someone broke into the house to try and rob us or kidnap me, or whatever, what would you do?" Y/N asked.

"Why are you asking?" Walter said.

"I dont know, curiousity, boredom, just answer the question."

"If they try to rob us, I'll put you behind me and tell you to call 911 or text Harper so he could send squad cars immediately. I'll keep you out of harm's way. If they try to kidnap you, I am putting my fight training and gun to use, because anyone who lays a finger on your head, theirs would be on the ground next." Walter said.

"That was such an amazing answer." Y/N said.

"What can I say? I am very protective." Walter said and he turned away so he could focus on the sauce.

I know I can protect myself (Ah) But when you do it for me, it's hot as hell (Ah) You got my heart, you know me too well (Ah) Think I'd even send you love letters in jail (Ah)

Y/N was at the bar drinking with her friends to celebrate Monica's promotion.

“Hey, I think I'm gonna call it a night. ” Y/N commented.

“Of course you are! If i had a man like yours, I would be dying to go home and let him do whatever he wanted to me.” Y/N's bestie. Isabela slurred, the other girls laughed.

"Yes! Girl, you gotta tell me something, how is he in bed? How BIG is he?" Monica asked.

"Okay I'm not answering that." Y/N said, walking away so she could call Walter.

"He has to be amazing and pretty big, I've seen the way she walks after she spends a night with Walter." Another friend, Tori, said. Y/N shook her head giggling before calling Walter. It took two rings for him to pick up.

"Hey baby girl, how's your night out with your friends?" Walter asked as he was making a coffee.

“Hey Oso, my night is good, my friends are a little tipsy, I'm spent though, can you pick me up?” Y/N answered, folding the laundry.

“Sure thing, baby girl, let me just coat, which bar are you at again?” Walter asked as he put on his coat and got his keys.

“You know the bar that's by the ice cream shop where we had our first date?” Y/N asked, sitting at the bar to wait for Walter, Walter smiled at the memory.

“Yeah, I know the one, I'm on my way, baby girl, love you.” Walter said before hanging up the phone, leaving the house and getting into his truck.

Y/N stayed at the bar so Walter doesn't have to look for her but it looks like it was a bad idea because an older man sat next to her.

"How you doin', doll, can I buy you a drink?" he asked her. She could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I'm fine, but I don't accept that drink, thank you though." Y/N said, trying to be polite and avoid confrontation.

"Oh come on, whats the matter? A sexy woman like you alone in a bar amd you're not accepting my drink?" the man asked.

"I am not alone and i have a boyfriend." Y/N said, again rejecting the man.

"Every woman says that." The man said and Y/N had enough so she got up from the chair and tried to walk away when the man grabbed her wrist, thats when Y/N's friends spotted her and went over to the bar. The one time Y/N doesn't bring her knife, what a nightmare.

"Let go of our friend right now." Monica said.

"Tori, go get security." Isabela said. Tori did as she asked. Walter then entered the bar and spotted that his baby girl was in a situation.

"Your friend here was being a bitch." the man said.

"She has a boyfriend, now let her go." Monica demanded.

"I don't see him." The man said and thats when Walter appeared next to the women.

"Now you do, what seems to be the problem?" Walter asked. Walter easily towered over the man.

"This cabrón is pissed that i said no to a drink and now he won't let go." Y/N addressed Walter, looking up at him..

"Let go of her sir before we have a real problem." Walter threated. The man let go of Y/N and she went with Monica and Isabela.

"Next time don't let your girl leave the house dressed like a whore, bitch was asking for some attention." That was when Walter said 'fuck being civil' and punched the guy in the face."

"Don't ever speak that way about my girl again or it will be the last thing you do." Walter said over the man on the ground.

Looks like this man wasn't going down easily and he got up, trying to punch Walter but Walter had police training and it became a full blown fight between these two men. When Tori finally got security, he called the police and Walter and the man were put in different holding cells because Walter knew if that dumbass kept running his mouth, Walter was going to spend the night in jail. Y/N came in and posted bail for Walter, an officer walked out to Y/N with Walter and his belongings.

“Since Detective Marshall explained the man had his hands on you and of course him being an officer, this is a warning.” The officer said. "Next time its a cell." He warned Walter.

“Thank you, officer. Vámonos Oso.” Y/N said, holding the door open for Walter so they could leave. Once they’re in the car, no one spoke a word.

“I’m fine, baby girl.” Walter said, breaking the silence. “I’m not hurt at all.” Y/N was still silent. “Listen, I’m sorry i scared you, I lost my temper and I wish you didn’t see that. But he doesn’t get to badmouth you in front of me and walk away with his teeth still intact.”

“Im not scared that you hit him.” Y/N said.

“Then what scared you?” Walter asked.

“It scared me how much I liked you going all protective like that.” Y/N said and Walter paused for a second.

“You’re telling me that me going all caveman on that bastard is attractive to you?” Walter questioned.

“You know I can protect myself, but you are always there to protect me, and I find that very hot. It was very primal in a way.” Y/N said. “And for some reason I like it.”

“But how far is too far?” Walter asked, genuinely curious.

“I’ll tell you this, Walter, if you end up in jail for murdering a guy because you’re defending me or protecting me, I will write you love letters.” Y/N said seriously. Walter out his hand on Y/N’s thigh, rubbing his thumb over it before grabbing her hand and kissed the back of her hand.

I'm a feminist obviously (Oh) But I wouldn't really mind him savin' me (Savin' me) And I know that I'm fine without a man (Without a man) But I think I'd like his protection And God knows that I don't need no one But pretending that I do is kind of fun (Kind of fun) Yeah, I know that I'm fine without a man But I think I'd like his protection (I'd like his protection) I'm just bein' honest, can't change what I like I'll never forget it, he told me one night (Night) "If anybody hurts you, oh I'm goin' to prison for life"

Y/N’s friends were over for hot chocolate and pan dulce and Walter was busy installing a new light in Y/N’s bedroom.

“Hey love, can you get my toolbox? I left it in the living room!” Walter called out.

“Sure thing, Oso.” Y/N said. “I’ll be right back, ladies.” Y/N got the toolbox off the living room table and went to her room where saw saw Walter on a ladder, wearing a gray t-shirt, blue jeans, and his tool belt.

“Thank you baby girl.” He got down from the ladder to kiss her. “Save me a concha please, the chocolate one.”

“Of course, Oso.” Y/N said, she got into the kitchen and her 3 friends stared at her. “What? Like you don’t have husbands doing this stuff?”

“Yeah, we have husbands, but didn’t you tell us that your dad taught you how to fix this stuff so you wouldn’t depend on a man?” Tori said.

“Well I know how to do things but I don’t want to have to, you know? Like can i take my car to the shop? Of coarse I can! Do I want to? No, Walter takes it for me and I don’t get hustled.”

“Love that for you.” Isabela said.

“Yeah, he’s the best, would do anything for me. He’s protective.” Y/N said. “But seriously, don’t eat all the conchas, Walter wants a chocolate one.”

An hour later, the friends left and Walter finished the maintenance in Y/N’s room.

“Ooh yes, a chocolate concha.” Walter said as he sat at the table to eat it.

“Thanks for installing my light.” Y/N said.

“Yeah of course, as long as your with me, apartment maintenance is my job.” Walter said, kissing her.

“Thank you. Quick question; you remember what you said to me a year ago? When you saw my scar?” Y/N asked.

“You mean where I said I would go to prison for life to protect? Of course, and I still mean it, and I’ll always mean it.” Walter did, kissing her again.

The End

Taglist: @warriormirkwood @nerdyreaderpapi

[prettyinpurplelights]

V.

This song is literally this whole series summed up give it a listen if you’d like x

It was your first full day off in a few weeks where you hadn’t a single thing to do and you were very glad there was no obligation to get out of bed before noon. Louis Vuitton had thrown you straight into the deep end, since they knew you were capable from your past experience with them during your internship. This meant countless meetings and store visits, as well as fittings and shoots. You were grateful that they immediately put you so far up the ladder in terms of responsibility, thankful for the fact you weren’t just the coffee runner, but it had been extremely tiring to say the least. You’d finally gotten the hang of it now, finding a way to balance everything so you weren’t running around like a headless chicken, and you wouldn’t have to leave your house seven days a week in order to get all your work done before the deadlines. However, the process of doing so had stretched you thin. Pairing that with the fact you and Mia had to unpack, decorate and go furniture shopping amongst other things had worn you out completely. Kylian and Elliot had been really helpful though, doing all the heavy lifting and assembling so you and Mia could focus on reducing the number of cardboard boxes crowding your apartment to zero. Sometime earlier in the week, you had crushed your last cardboard box under your feet, you and Mia throwing it into the recycling chute ceremonially as you could finally say that you were officially Parisians. It made your lie in today that much sweeter, knowing that you could stay in bed all day if you wanted to, since there was absolutely nothing waiting for you to do once you decided to get out of it.

So when your phone rang at 8am, you completely ignored it, burrowing further into the thick quilt as you brought it around your chin. It rang again a minute later and you still refused to acknowledge it, whoever it was would just have to wait until you felt like being sociable. You scooted over, nearer to your bedside table, to pick up the device and put it on do not disturb when it pinged, a text flashing at the top of the screen just before you could.

Y/N pick up the phone please!! Emergency! 😩🙏🏿

Are you dying? You typed out quickly, rolling your eyes.

No.

Is your apartment on fire?

No.

Did you lose your job?

What?? No.

Then leave me the fuck alone to sleep Kylian.

Please, I need your help. I’m gonna call again, please answer 🥺

Of course, if anyone had to be inconsiderate and spoil your perfect plan of being lazy today, it was going to be him. You picked up on the third ring, holding the phone to your ear as you moved to roll onto your back. You stared at the ceiling, trying to come up with ways of torturing Kylian for ruining your day and waking you up before noon.

“Hello, Y/N. Good morning. How are you?” You could hear the hesitancy in his voice as he spoke, nervous; you could tell because he was speaking so formally. It was kind of funny, and if you weren’t slightly pissed at him, you’d laugh because you knew he was scared about how you’d react to him waking you up. He knew you weren’t a morning person so he’d have to have a pretty good reason as to why he was calling this early. You don’t give an answer to his question, just to get under his skin a little more and also because you were halfway conscious, your brain still hadn’t fully woken up yet.

“You’re going to make me work for it huh?” He said after realising you weren’t going to say a word.

“Hmm.” You replied.

“Yeah you know what, lemme just cut to it, I’m really sorry to wake you up so early, I know it’s your off day. But I really need your help. Please.”

“And you couldn’t ask anyone else?”

“Achraf’s taken his boys to Disneyland, Elliot’s got some sort of training course today and Ethan’s a little shit who said no before I’d even asked.”

“And what makes you think I’m going to say yes to whatever you’re going to say next?”

“Because you love kids? And you love me?”

“Spit it out Ky.”

“Jirés is literally on his way right now to drop off Isayah and Lana, he asked me to watch them for the day last week and I completely forgot that it’s actually today. I need your help to entertain them, I don’t know what I’m going to do with them for a whole entire day.” He groaned; he sounded very stressed out and in that moment, you sort of felt bad for him.

“You’re so lucky your niece and nephew are two of the most adorable kids in the world.” You heard him release the breath you didn’t realise he was holding, letting out a huge sigh.

“I owe you Y/N.”

“Big fucking time.”

“I’ll be there within the hour.” You hung up, dropping the phone on the bed and you sighed loudly yourself. You dragged your body out of bed into the shower, the piping hot water helping you to wake up and feel a little less tired. You decided to wear your baby blue Juicy co-ord tracksuit, something you could move around freely in just in case Isayah and Lana were not the type of kids who liked to sit around doing nothing. You hadn’t seen them since they were born, which was quite a few years ago, so you’re not even sure they’d remember you. You were just finishing up your mug of tea when you heard a knock at the door.

“Hey!” You smiled, opening the door to see Kylian with Lana standing behind him, her arm wrapped around his thigh as she peeked shyly around his leg. Isayah stood by his side, Kylian hand resting on his shoulder.

“Come on guys,” he ushered them into your apartment, mouthing a thank you as you closed the door behind them. They had made their way to the sofa in your living room, perched on the edge, their little legs barely touching the floor. You squatted so you were eye level with them.

“You guys probably don’t remember me, my name is Y/N, I met you when you were tiny little babies.”

“She’s Elliot’s sister.” Kylian added and Isayah smiled at you, now he knew you were linked to two people he liked, you couldn’t be too bad of a person. But Lana still looked slightly scared of you, and you didn’t blame her, you were technically a complete stranger. You noticed she was carrying a small blue unicorn teddy, and an idea came to mind.

“Do you like unicorns Lana?” You asked gently and she nodded, the ghost of a smile flashing across her face.

“Me too! What’s your unicorn’s name?”

“Lola.” She spoke softly.

“That’s a lovely name. I have a unicorn too, his name is Twilight. Do you and Lola want to meet him?”

She nodded again, more eagerly this time and your heart swelled a little, glad she was warming up to you more now.

“I’ll go and get him.”

“Isayah, stay with your sister, I’ll be back.” You heard Kylian say before his steps grew louder as he entered the room with you.

“You still have Twilight?” He asked as he flopped back first onto your bed, grabbing the teddy from behind his head and throwing it to you.

You caught the toy, fond memories of your childhood coming back to you as you ran your hand over the soft black fur.

“He’s my best friend, I can never get rid of him.”

“Y/N he’s like a billion years old, you’ve had him since I’ve known you.” He laughed, shuffling further up the mattress so he was lying down completely now.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” You stretched your free arm towards him, shoving his leg. “And get your nasty shoes off my bed.”

He angled himself so his feet dangled off the bed instead, his arms bent at a right angle as he used his elbows to support his weight while he sat up slightly.

“Half his rhinestones are missing, his horn is more grey than it is white, you don’t think it’s time to get rid of him?”

You gasped dramatically, your hands coming to cover Twilight’s ears as you frowned at Kylian playfully.

“Don’t listen to him Twilight. Ky is just jealous because you’re my number one guy.”

“I’m not jealous of a stuffed unicorn, be fucking serious.” He rolled his eyes. “Twilight can’t do half the things I can do.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

You honestly hadn’t meant for the question to sound suggestive, at all but from the way Kylian was looking at you, chin slightly raised, his eyes almost as if they were closed so you could only see the dark of his pupils, and a smirk on his lips so small you were probably imagining it, you wondered if perhaps it had come out more suggestive than you had intended. You’d been spending a lot of time together recently since you’d moved to Paris, and in good fashion, as your heart liked to toy with you from time to time, your feelings for him had arisen again causing a problem for you. It had been so much easier when you were at opposite ends of the country, and barely talked and you had your own boyfriend to distract you and keep your mind off of Kylian and his stupid pouty lips and his mischievous eyes and ridiculously large thighs, his boyish smile with those goddamn dimples and goofy nature and the way he seemed to know what you were thinking before you did. To be honest, most of the time you spent with him, Mia and Elliot were there also, a buffer you were very grateful for, but even in those moments, there were times when it felt like it was just the two of you alone. Times when you’d feel the burn of Kylian’s gaze on the back of your neck, or his hand lingering a little too long when they accidentally brushed along your waist, his hugs a bit tighter than you’d remembered them to be in the 16 or so years you’ve known him. You didn’t want to think anything of it, for all you knew, he and Renée were still dating. They hadn’t been spotted for a while in public but that didn’t mean they weren’t still together, just low-key. Since he may have suggested they had gotten back together after your graduation, you hadn’t asked him anything further about it, she wasn’t a topic the both of you frequented, ever. You tended to steer clear of any relationship talk since he had Elliot for that and you, Mia. And frankly, you personally didn’t want to hear anything about it either. You were probably imagining the tension and misconstruing Kylian’s intentions, hence why you tried to avoid spending any time alone with him for too long, fearing one of these days, your heart will win over your head and you’ll do something the both of you would regret.

Again.

“Have you guys eaten?” You asked, desperate to change the conversation and hoping he didn’t notice.

“Nah,” He shrugged, standing up and walking over to you. “I was going to take them to McDonald’s for breakfast.”

“Kylian, you can’t take them to McDonald’s at 9 in the morning.”

“Why not?”

He rounded the bed, almost directly in front of you and you bolted for the door instead, mumbling something about showing Twilight to Lana. The room had gotten stuffier the closer he got to you, the walls were beginning to close in and you felt you had to escape, quickly. You’re starting to regret the day already, not knowing how much longer you can survive spending time alone with him. Entering the living room, you held out the toy in front of you, Lana eyes growing wide as she smiled.

“Twilight, meet Lana and Lola.” You handed the toy to the little girl and she seemed so pleased, you were glad you could make her that little bit more comfortable around you.

“Jirés said she’s been grumpy all week because she’s missing Melissa. Even seeing me this morning couldn’t get her to smile like that.” Kylian suddenly appeared next to you, his warm breath brushing your ear as he whispered. You jumped, squealing as you punched his arm mid-sentence, moving back from him.

“You know I hate being creeped up on.” You tried your best to ignore the heat rising up towards your cheeks, willing them to go back down. Maybe they could burn the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach instead.

“Sorry. Just can’t believe she’s happier seeing that toy more than she was seeing me.”

“Twilight 2, Kyky 0.” You smirked.

“Shut the fu-“ He stopped himself looking down at Lana and Isayah who were conversing amongst themselves, not paying him any attention at all. “Just shut up.”

“Hmmm, I was going to say we make pancakes for breakfast but since you want to be so rude, you can get none.”

You crouched down in front of the two young children again, grabbing their attention.

“What do you think guys, should we make some pancakes and give none to Kylian?” They laughed and nodded excitedly.

“Lana? Isayah? You’re going to leave me out like that?” Kylian clutched his chest, feigning hurt and he stumbled backwards, making his niece and nephew laugh even harder.

“Maybe you can have one.” Lana said.

“Just one?” Kylian wiggled his fingers in front of them, slowly sneaking up on them like the grinch. They knew what was coming, and jumped up on the sofa, cowering away from him in one of the corners. “Maybe if I tickle you, it’ll change your mind.” He added, before leaping on them. The sound of their sweet childish laughters filled the room as Kylian tickled them mercilessly.

“Uncle Kyky, wait!! Please.” They tried but he carried on, and you watched on fondly. He was a good uncle to them, he would talk to you about his niece and nephew often, you felt like you knew them personally too. You knew he was very protective over them, and loved them a lot, and it was nice to see how much they adored and trusted him also.

Kylian would make a great dad, you were thinking, an alternate perfect life playing out in your head where the both of you were completely honest with each other, and from that honesty, the birth of a relationship, one that progressed naturally and ended up with you and him and your kids, a dog, white picket fence, the works. You were totally lost in your thoughts that you didn’t realise the noise had stopped and the three of them were now looking at you.

“Uhh…what’s going on?” You asked, blinking away your silly pipe dreams, your wishful thoughts disappearing in an invisible cloud of wistful smoke.

“Well Lana mentioned not giving me any pancakes was actually your idea,” Kylian started, rising from the sofa. “So, I think we have to tickle you too.”

“Oh…” You backed up, towards the door, as Kylian and his niece and nephew neared you. “Guys…oh come on. Lana?? I thought we were friends!”

She giggled, shrugging her shoulders.

“Get her!” Isayah shouted before all three of them charged at you, giving you barely any time to escape to the kitchen. There must be something in the Mbappé family because they were all so fast, catching up to you in no time, Isayah and Lana tickling your sides while Kylian held your arms together so you couldn’t fight them off.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You half pleaded, although it didn’t sound very genuine because you couldn’t control your laughter.

“What do you think guys, should we stop?” Kylian looked down at them after a few minutes of their tickling assault, and they nodded.

“My arms are tired now anyways.” Isayah said.

“And I wanna play with Lola and Twilight, come Isayah.” Lana took his hand and dragged him out of the kitchen, leaving you and Kylian alone. He watched them turn the corner into your lounge before spinning his head around again to look you straight in the eye. There was a shift in the atmosphere, the playful vibe disappearing entirely, a more serious one replacing it as his eyes stayed fixed on yours. Holding eye contact is something that always made you nervous, you could only maintain it for a few seconds before you had to look away, and with someone like Kylian, the butterflies that fluttered into existence when his eyes bore into yours made it so much harder. Your eyes fell from his, and only then did you notice his hands were still wrapped around your wrists.

“Ky.”

“Hmm?” You could still feel his eyes on you and you wished you could free your hands to cover your face, it felt so hot, you wondered if he could feel the heat radiating from your cheeks, since his face was hardly a few centimetres from yours, his body practically leaning against yours.

“My hands.” He had them trapped either side of you in his tight grip and there was no way you were getting free unless he loosened them.

“Why do you run away whenever we’re alone together?” Your head snapped up, your eyes meeting again as your brain processed his question.

Shit, he noticed?

“You didn’t think I’d notice?” He asked, reading your thoughts as though you’d pasted them on your forehead in big bright neon letters. You needed him to get out of your head. Out of your heart, your thoughts, your very being.

“W…what?” It all felt too close and intimate, there was barely an inch of space between the two of you, so your words came out in small hushed tones, although you felt like you needed to shout, because there was no way he could possibly hear you over the thunderous beating of your heart.

“You bolted earlier, in your bedroom.” His hands were still around yours, his palm burning against the skin of your wrists, almost as though he was branding you. Funny that, because according to the imprint he’d made on your heart you’d been unable to rid yourself off for the last decade, you'd basically been branded his since you were 11.

“Ky, let go of me, please.”

He wasn’t actually hurting you, but this whole thing was making you uncomfortable, you didn’t want to admit anything to him, you wanted an out, a change of subject, fast.

“Answer my question Y/N.”

“We have to make breakfast-“

“You’re deflecting.”

“Kylian we had dinner a few weeks ago alone, I didn’t go anywhere.”

“You’ve been shying away from me since then.” He kept pressing, it didn’t seem like he was going to let you go anytime soon. You prayed for a distraction of some sort, something, someone to get you out of this.

“If I was avoiding you, I would’ve hung up on you this morning. We wouldn’t be here together right now.”

“Y/N if I wasn’t holding onto you right now, you’d have been out of that door.”

He was absolutely right, and you were surprised he’d noticed your behaviour around him recently, you thought you’d been quite subtle with it.

“Uncle Kyky?”

You had opened your mouth to feed him another obvious lie, when Isayah walked into the kitchen, and you closed your eyes, silently thanking the gods for answering your prayer. Kylian turned to face him, and you managed to free yourself from his grasp while he was distracted by Isayah, grateful to the little boy for his perfect timing.

“When are we gonna make the pancakes, we’re hungry.” He pouted.

“Go and get Lana, we’ll do it now.”

“Yes!” Isayah leapt up with his fist in the air before running out of the kitchen again, yelling Lana’s name.

You busied yourself with getting out a mixing bowl and a frying pan for the pancakes purposely; they were at the other end of the kitchen, far from Kylian so you could pretend you couldn’t feel his gaze practically burning holes in the back of your zip-up hoodie. You were surprised you didn’t spontaneously burst into flames. It was silent apart from the clatter of your pots and pans as you pulled out the frying pan and got to work preparing breakfast. You didn’t look at Kylian once as you told him where to find specific ingredients, ignored the fluttering in your stomach when his hand lingered on top of yours when he passed you the milk from the fridge. You focused on Isayah and Lana, helping them to mix everything and flip the pancakes, Kylian watching on affectionately, you completely unaware as you thought he was staying away for a completely different reason. He eventually joined in, and the atmosphere had gone back to the playful one as the four of you decorated your pancakes with fruit and syrup and tons of whipped cream. Surprisingly, the kids had managed to not mess themselves up too much, and had now ran back to the living room again to carry on playing, leaving you and Kylian to clear up alone, again.

“What did you have in mind to do with them today?” You asked, quick to start a conversation, focus the topic on the day instead, leaving no room for Kylian to bring up anything else.

“I’m not too sure, I was thinking the zoo?”

“Oh my gosh!” You leapt up, thinking of something to do and getting a little too excited about it, startling Kylian.

“Jesus Y/N, I almost dropped the mixing bowl.”

“Sorry! But I just got an idea, you remember that farm yemma used to take us to? The one where you get to ride on the horses!”

“And Elliot fell in that pile of horse shit!” He remembered, laughing as the memory replayed in his mind.

“That was hilarious, he was so mad we refused to walk with him the rest of the tour.” You laughed together for a while at the thought of 7 year old Elliot covered in manure. He was so angry that day because you and Kylian kept cracking jokes.

“What do you think? Isayah and Lana would love that right?” You asked once the both of you had calmed down. He cocked his head towards the door and smiled.

“Why don’t you go and find out?”

—————-

“This is so cool! Uncle Kyky I’m a cowboy!” Isayah shouted, grinning as he rode the horse around the large pen, his long fluffy curls blowing about his face as he waved his hands in the air. Kylian looked at him through the camera, taking a video to later send to Jirés (and keep for himself also).

“Yeehaw!” Kylian yelled, causing Isayah to break out into fits of giggles before he shouted it back. You had just returned from feeding and petting the chicks with Lana’s hand in yours. After hours touring the entire farm, Isayah had wanted to try the horse riding but for Lana, they were too big, and gave her quite the fright, so you offered to do something else with her which she would be more comfortable with, and you’d both had a great time with the chicks.

“He’s really enjoying that isn’t he?” You asked as you joined Kylian outside the pen, standing by his right side.

“Having the time of his life.” He smiled at you before looking down at Lana.

“Woaaah what are you wearing Lana?”

“You like it?” She took the lollipop out of her mouth to smile a toothless grin, showing off her yellow chick beanie you’d gotten her from the gift shop after she’d begged you to. You couldn’t say no to her, she was just too cute so you’d bought it for her, the both of you picking out a tractor for Isayah also.

“I love it, you look very pretty cherie.”

“We got you one too Uncle Kyky! Surprise!” Lana pulled her hand from behind her, revealing a beanie exactly like the one on her head, but in a bright shade of red instead.

“Oh! Nice!” You sniggered at Kylian’s very fake enthusiastic response under your breath, as he took the hat from his niece and pulled it over his head. You took your green one out of your pocket and wore it too.

“Y/N, these are hideous.” He whispered to you, low so Lana couldn’t hear you, his eyes still trained on Ishaya as he was nearing the end of his ride. The little girl had long let go of your hand, busy trying to climb the wooden fence of the pen so she could hang on with her two feet resting on the lower plank as she watched her brother.

“I know, but she was so excited about all of us matching.”

“So this is your fault.”

“Really? We’re doing this again?” You stepped back from him so you could look at him fully, raising your eyebrow. What you didn’t expect was for Kylian’s hand to find it way to the small of your back, pulling you towards him so his lips could hover near your ear.

“I don’t think tickling will cut it this time, I might have to find some other way to punish you.” You couldn’t help the way your knees buckled slightly at his words, he was like a hot grill, you were a mere cube of ice, put the ice anywhere near that grill and it was bound to melt, a perfectly normal and expected reaction.

“Ky come on.” You tried to reason with him, your head begging you to find the strength to fight your heart and body which wanted nothing more than to lean even more into his touch and flirt back.

“What?” He widened his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, feigning innocence while his hand had still not left the dip just above your butt, neither had he made any move to put some space between the two of you.

“You know what you’re doing, you can’t…I cant…you have a gir-“ The words that were struggling to leave your mouth were suddenly cut off by Isayah running towards the three of you, having finally finished his ride.

“Y/N! Did you see me??” You pulled yourself away from Kylian hurriedly, as though you’d been caught by your parents with his hand down the front of your jeans. You tugged the gate open so Isayah could come out of the pen; he was bouncing up and down excitedly.

“Of course little man, you were like a cowboy! Did you enjoy yourself?”

“It was so fun!”

“And look, Lana and I got you a tractor and a hat like ours so we can all match!” You smiled as Isayah pulled the green hat over his head.

“Can I go on the horse again?”

“Maybe next time, it’s getting late and we have a long drive back home eh?” Kylian said as he fell into step with you, Lana and Isayah, heading towards where you’d parked the car.

“Promise?” Isayah pouted.

“Promise.” Kylian held out his hand, and Ishaya took it, the both of them doing some sort of secret handshake before he lifted the little boy off the ground and put him on his shoulders.

“Isayah you’re riding Uncle Kyky now!” Lana laughed, and you pulled out your phone to capture the moment quickly, all of you with your matching hats and equally matching smiles. You picked Lana up, settling her on your hip so she was at a similar height to you all, allowing her to fit into the picture as you flipped into selfie mode and held your phone up and took the pictures.

“Send that to me later.”

“Hmmm mm.” You replied to Kylian, scrolling through the pictures you’d just snapped.

“Beautiful family!” You hadn’t even seen the older lady appear in front you, her hands clasped to the side of her face as she beamed at the four of you.

“Your husband no?” She pointed to Kylian before cupping her hand over her mouth to whisper to you, although it was definitely loud enough for him to hear too, likely deliberate on her part. “Very handsome.”

“Uh, thank you.” You laughed nervously, not sure how to react so you just let her believe it, hoping she’d be satisfied enough and be on her way.

“Here take, for the pretty girls.” She pulled two flowers out of the basket she was holding, placing one behind yours and Lana’s ear.

“What do you say Lana?” Kylian prompted, and the girl laid her head on your shoulder shyly, before saying thank you.

“Of course. Have a good evening.”

“Thank you, you too.” You replied before she went back on her way.

“Uncle Kyky are you and Y/N like mummy and daddy?” Isayah asked as Kylian was helping him to settle into his seat in the car.

“Hmm?”

“That lady, she said husband. People call daddy mummy’s husband sometimes too.” You had just strapped Lana into her car seat and were about to slip into the passenger seat yourself when you heard his question, your breath catching in your throat as you started to cough. Kylian’s eyes met yours in the mirror above the dashboard as you tried to control your coughing.

“Uh, no, Y/N and I are not like your parents. Now come on, let me buckle you in so we can hurry. Who wants McDonald’s on the way home?”

“ME! ME! ME!” Isayah and Lana sang in unison, his query long forgotten at the mention of a potential Happy Meal and you were grateful for the change of subject once again. As much as you’d enjoyed yourself today, especially with Kylian’s niece and nephew, you couldn’t wait for the day to finally be over, to be back home in your own bed and hopefully not think at all about the other things that transpired today. Kylian slid into the driver’s seat and you purposely avoided his eyes, choosing to look out of the window instead as he pulled out of the parking lot onto the winding country roads.

——-

“Y/N.” You felt a hand on your shoulder, rocking you gently, the voice accompanying it just as soft. “Y/N, wake up.”

“Hmmm.” You groaned as you stirred, rubbing your eyes. You didn’t even realise you’d fallen asleep, lifting your head from the car window, a dull ache in your neck due to your awkward position.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“No, it’s okay,” Kylian reassured you. “You seemed really tired, even Jirés didn’t want to wake you when he picked the kids up.”

“Oh they’re gone already?” You turned your head and sure enough, the back seats were completely empty. “I didn’t even get to say bye.” You pouted.

“They fell asleep too. There was no point in waking either of you, Jirés was already here waiting for them.”

“Here…” You finally took in your surroundings, registering the fact you weren’t even in your neighbourhood, let alone outside your apartment.

“We’re uh, we’re outside my apartment.” Kylian said, answering your silent question. “I kinda wanted to ask you something?”

You turned to face him. His eyebrows were scrunched and his nose was twitching, you could tell he was trying his best to not show he was nervous. You wondered what was on his mind.

“Uh…so the nominees for this year’s Ballon d’or get released soon, and I was wondering if you’d um, want to come up with me and um, I don’t know, stay with me until they’re out?”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look this terrified, considering he had been nominated for the award four times before already, climbing higher and higher on the list with each passing year. But maybe there was something different about this year, you didn’t know, you weren’t really a big football fan, you didn’t follow Kylian’s career closely. Of course you supported him unconditionally, and had been to a couple of his games, but the rules and everything about the game went straight over your head, relying mainly on Elliot and Google to give you updates. Now in this moment, he was seeking your support, and you didn’t want to let him down, despite not having a good feeling about the two of you being alone together with absolutely no one to provide a distraction should you need one.

“Come on,” You opened the car door, stepping out and shutting it as you walked around the vehicle to stand in front of the glass doors leading to the lobby. “Let's go up.”

He smiled at you, a warm and genuine smile, handing his keys to the valet as you both made your way up to his apartment. The ride in the elevator was silent, it wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t wasn’t awkward. You were glad to finally make it to his apartment.

“What time are the nominees released?” You asked kicking your shoes off at the door.

“8:30.”

You pulled your phone out and checked the time, settling on his sofa. You’d only been here once since you moved to Paris, very briefly with Mia and Elliot; the four of you tended to hang out at Elliot’s place most of the time.

“Okay so five minutes.”

“You want a glass of wine?” Kylian appeared at the entrance to the lounge, a dark green bottle in his hand.

“Red? You hate red wine.”

“I know, but you like it.”

“So you just have red wine lying around? For me?”

He shrugged as if it was a completely normal thing to do, have things in your house that you’re always in, but you don’t like for someone else who has only been here once.

“I also have those frozen kimchi gyozas you like if you’re hungry.”

“You said they taste like rubber.”

“They do, I much prefer them fresh. But you seem to like them so much.”

“Do you also have-“

“Milky bars and Oreo’s in the pantry even though both things are completely disgusting. And Ben & Jerry’s Vanilla Pecan Blondie in my freezer, though I still can’t understand why you want to mix nuts and ice-cream.”

You were at a loss of words, wondering why he had kept all these things in his apartment when you had only been there once.

“Kylian…” You started, but didn’t know how to finish your sentence. You weren’t sure what words should follow, what you should say to him, how to say it to him. He scratched the back of his neck, as he set the bottle on the coffee table in front of you, coming to sit down on the other end of the couch.

“It’s not that deep Y/N, don’t make a big deal of it.” He mumbled, and you suddenly felt a bit stupid for thinking it had a deeper meaning. Friends do stuff like this for each other all the time, clearly.

“Right. Yeah.” You tried not to sound too deflated, leaning across onto the table to grab your phone instead, to remind you of why you’re really in his apartment.

“It’s 8:30. Let’s just get through this huh?”

“Okay,” He nodded, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, completely ignoring the change in your tone of voice. You googled the Ballon D’or nominees for 2022, clicking on the first article that came up, posted a few seconds ago. You read through the list of names listed in alphabetical order slowly as you scrolled, getting closer to the section labelled “M” when you saw his name, and despite how you were feeling towards him at that moment in time, you couldn’t help the excited squeal that left your lips.

“Good squeal?” He opened one eye, peering at you.

“KY YOU MADE THE LIST!” You couldn’t help yourself again, you jumped into his arms, yours wrapping around his shoulders as you could feel his smile grow wider along your neck. He held you so tight, whispering “oh my god” as if he couldn’t believe it himself.

“This is your year Ky, I’m so proud of you.” You pulled away smiling at him, as his eyes bore into yours.

You could’ve been staring at each other for 10 minutes or 10 years, you hadn’t a clue, all you knew is one minute your eyes were fixed on each other and the next, Kylian’s lips were fixed on yours. It came so fast and hard, you hadn’t expected it at all, his mouth swallowing your gasp as his hands caged your face. Your head lost the battle this time, your heart and body rejoicing as you chose to lean into him instead of push him away, causing him to lie back on the sofa so your legs were straddling him, your body flush on top of his. His hands ran down your back and around your side to find the zip of your hoodie, pulling it down so you could free yourself from it. You leaned back, pulling both the hoodie and the tank top you were wearing over your head and onto the floor. Kylian got rid of his t-shirt too, his toned chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he watched you hover above him with eyes glazed over with lust and lips slightly swollen. His hands then gripped onto your bare waist, setting your body on fire as he sat up, one of his arms wrapping around your back. Your lips were back on each others in an instant, the kiss hot and heavy as he pushed his tongue into your mouth and you gladly welcomed him, the pads of your fingers gripping onto the skin behind his head. Your hips rotated involuntarily and you felt his grunt in the back of your throat as he bit your lip.

“Fuck…Y/N.”

You pulled your lips apart with a pop, leaning your forehead against his as you continued your movements, unable to get enough of him. He pushed down on your hips, so you could feel him more through your trousers, and you couldn’t help the loud moan that left you, the added pressure turning your insides to mush.

“You’re going to kill me.” He whispered through ragged breaths, his lips dancing along your neck. “I need you.”

You don’t know what switched but you suddenly remembered where you were, and who you were with, like someone had poured a barrel of water over you. You came to your senses, and you jumped from his embrace, knocking back into coffee table and almost falling over, but Kylian managed to catch you last minute, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Jesus Y/N are you trying to split your head open on my table?” He tried to pull you back towards him but you peeled his arms away, stepping back.

“Y/N? Did I do something wrong?” He reached out for you again and you shook your head, your arms coming to cover your chest.

“Kylian you have a girlfriend.”

“I have a what?”

“God, we shouldn’t have done that. I’m gonna go.” You bent to pick up your tank top but he grabbed onto the other end, so now it was taut between the two of you as he wasn’t letting go.

“Kylian stop it.”

“Y/N stop it.” He mimicked you, but there wasn’t a smirk or anything playful about his reply. He looked very serious.

“I’m not playing games Ky, you have a fucking girlfriend what’s not clicking?”

“We broke up.”

“And you’ll get back together tomorrow. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“No we won't, I haven't spoken to her in 2 weeks.”

“That hasn’t stopped you before. You’ve been broken up like 6 times. Or maybe the media lies.”

“You keep tabs on my relationships?” He smirked this time and you wanted to reach over and pull his lips right off his face, you had no idea how he managed to find the humour in this situation when it absolutely wasn’t funny in the slightest.

“I’m not doing this again with you Kylian. Give me back my top, please.” You ignored his comment, pissed that he somehow found this funny, when you infact felt kind of sick about it. You don’t regret kissing him, but you absolutely didn’t want to feel like you were getting in the way of something or being the other woman or just another rebound.

“Renee and I are done for good Y/N.” You were still rooted to your spot, unsure of whether to believe him or not. You’d been in this position before, one where you’d let yourself be vulnerable for him but he had your heart ripped out of your chest and left it in tatters right in front of you anyway.

“I’m not going to hurt you again, I promise.” He said again when he noticed you still hadn’t moved towards him, stepping closer to you. You didn’t move back from him or walk away either, so he took it as permission to close in around you, his hands taking yours as he brought it to his lips.

“I want you. I always have.” You still refused to look at him so he released one of your hands, holding your chin between his forefinger and thumb instead as he lifted your face so you had no choice but to meet his eyes.

“I can’t even begin to explain when but it’s always been you Y/N.” His voice was lower now but it felt like he was screaming it, it was so silent in the room. Apart from his hushed voice, all you could hear were your breaths and rapidly beating heart.

His eyes seemed genuine, they were soft, and searching yours, waiting for an answer.

“Ky…” You were scared, scared to give your heart again to someone who had already possessed it for so long and brought you so much pain without even realising it. Who knows what he could do now he knows he actually has it, right there in the palm of his hand.

“I know.” He responded, reading your thoughts like you’d projected them on the jumbotron. It made you wonder, how all of these years, you’d both gotten it so wrong, especially him, knowing you as well as he did.

“But I’m here now.” His hand skimmed your face, stopping on the left side where his thumb stroked gently along the angle of your cheekbone.

“We have so much to talk about.” You whispered.

“Do you want to talk right now?” You didn’t even know when but his face had gradually gravitated towards yours, so much so that his lips brushed against yours lightly with every word he spoke. So much had happened between the two of you over the course of your friendship, so many unspoken words and half finished sentences that you really needed to fucking finish, but right now in this moment, it felt like it didn’t matter, that bridge could be crossed tomorrow, you just wanted him, to finally have him.

Yours.

You shook your head.

“Kiss me Kylian.”

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You awoke the next morning to the feeling of kisses being pressed into your neck, Kylian’s arms wrapped around your midriff tightly.

“Do you not know how to sleep past 8am?” You groaned, spinning in his arms so you were now facing him, your eyes fluttering open as he lifted his head, moving from your neck so you were both looking at each other.

“To be honest, this is probably the best sleep I’ve had in months. You should sleep over more often.”

“Maybe I’ll sleep on the couch next time.”

“It’s big enough for the both of us.”

“Who said you’d be joining me?” You teased, a small smile on your lips. He flung his leg over yours as he shifted to lie on top of you, his entire body weight resting against yours as he clung unto you.

“You’re never getting rid of me Y/N.” He said with his face buried in your neck as his arms wrapped around your shoulders.

“Get off me you big baby, I can’t breathe.” You pushed against his bare shoulders with your hands and he lifted his body so he was leaning on his palms, which were either side of your head as his eyes met yours.

“Good morning.” He mumbled, his eyes flicking down towards your lips before he looked back up at you.

“Good morning.” You whispered back, barely able to get the words out as his lips fell onto yours, brief but very sweet. You felt like you could kiss him all day. You were about to chase his lips with yours when he pulled away but you were interrupted by the loud grumble of his stomach.

“Someone’s hungry.” You laughed, Kylian rolling off you as you sat up.

“Well someone wore me out last night. Didn’t know you were so insatiable Y/N.”

You blushed, bringing the quilt up to cover your cheeks as they heated up.

“Don’t be shy, that wasn’t a complaint.” He leaned over to kiss your cheek before standing up from the bed, walking over to his wardrobe.

“I’m going to go and get us some croissants and coffee from the bakery across from the street.” He added, pulling some clothes out of the closet and putting them on. Your head was resting against the cushioned headboard as you watched him, his back flexing when he pushed his arms through his jumper. He caught you watching in the mirror in front of him with your bottom lip between your teeth and he smirked.

“Like what you see?” You made eye contact through the mirror and there was a brief moment of silence before you tore your eyes away, unable to hold his for any longer as you felt a knot in your stomach starting to tie. You picked up the pillow behind your head instead, throwing it at him, the tension in the room lifting slightly, the both of you laughing as it bounced off the back of his head.

“Shut up.” You muttered as he walked back over to you.

“I’ll be very quick. Make yourself at home.”

“I’m gonna get dressed anyways, I have to leave soon, I gotta be at work in a couple of hours.” His lips instantly turned up into a pout, hating the thought of you leaving so soon. Your eyes zeroed in on his lips, the pinkness and puffiness of them looking incredibly inviting.

“You can’t call in sick?”

You were itching desperately to kiss him again.

“Hello? Y/N?” You didn’t even realise you’d zoned out until he was clicking his fingers in your face, a smile on his lips as you blinked and shook your head.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked.

“First my back and arms, now my lips, I'm starting to think you only see me as a piece of lean, sexy, brown skinned meat just for your pleasure.”

“You want me to bring up what you said to me last night, when my leg was over your shoulder and you were bal-?”

“Alright, alright, I get it. Touché. Let’s move on huh?” He interrupted, laughing as you nodded in agreement.

“Sounds like a great idea. So you were saying?”

“I was asking if you can call in sick for work today. I don’t want you to go.”

“If I could, I would believe me, but we have an important meeting today, we all have to be there.”

“Okay so I can come over after you finish then?”

“And have Mia’s nosy ass in our business? Absolutely not. The only reason she hasn’t blown up my phone is because she’s still not back from her research project in Normandy so she doesn’t even know I didn’t sleep at home last night. I want us to talk over everything, properly, figure out whatever,” You wave your hands in the small space between the both of you. “This is, before it even goes that far. I’ll come here straight after work instead, okay?”

He nodded, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips, giving you exactly what you’d been craving.

“But you’ll stay for breakfast this morning at least?”

“Sure,” you replied, kissing him again (you really couldn’t get enough of his lips, this could be a major problem) before he left the apartment. You fell back in the bed with a sigh, thinking about the events that had transpired the previous night. If anyone had told you that morning, that in 24 hours, you’d end up in Kylian’s bed, in an entirely non platonic way, you definitely would’ve pointed them in the direction of the nearest asylum because they’d have had to have been deluded out of their minds. But apparently, you hadn’t misread Kylian behaviour recently, the way he’d touch you, keep his gaze fixed on you, speak to you; he’d wanted you just as much as you’d always wanted him. And for the first time in forever since this stupid back and forth with him, you’d felt hopeful, there was nothing standing in the way of the two of you being together right now. You smiled to yourself, his scent on the quilt overcrowding your senses, before pulling yourself out of bed and walking into the lounge where the both of you had haphazardly removed and forgotten your clothing between rough kisses and heavy petting. It was a miracle you’d even made it to his bedroom…the third time round.

You were zipping up your hoodie when the doorbell rang.

Maybe his hands are full, you thought as you made your way to open the door, wondering why Kylian didn’t just punch in his code and let himself in.

“Hey, did you forget I was supposed to come over? You didn’t answer m-“ The voice stopped when they realised it wasn’t in fact Kylian who was behind the door as they looked up from their phone. “Y/N?”

Your breath was caught in your throat, your hand frozen on the door handle as your limbs turned to stone. Outwardly, you looked at the picture of calmness and serenity, however, you were anything but. Internally, you felt like a fish out of water, your mind was racing and panic was beginning to set in but you tried your best to keep your composure, plastering a smile on your face.

“Hi! Renee! Umm, hi!”

“Hi…” Her left eyebrow rose as she squinted slightly at you, and you would bet all the money in your bank account she was questioning what the hell you were doing at her ex boyfriend’s house at 9 in the morning, looking like you’d most definitely spent the night. “What are you doing here?” Her voice was sickenly sweet, but there was a spiteful undertone.

“I…uh…”

“She was running in the area, and just came over to say hi.” Kylian suddenly appeared behind Renee, answering her question for you. You couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled out of you at his words, at how easy it was for him to lie, to brush everything aside and dismiss all that had happened last night, the promise of what was to come between the two of you completely out of the window.

“Awhh you got me a drink?” She cooed, pulling one of the paper cups out of the cardboard holder as you tried to tie the laces on your ice blue Air Jordan 1s as quickly as possible so you could get the fuck out of there.

“Babe, you know I don’t like oat, I only drink almond or hemp.” You guessed she’d picked up the cup meant for you. Or maybe it was for her and Kylian had made a mistake, this whole morning was looking like one big mistake anyways so that would make sense. You brushed past her and Kylian, muttering something about being late for work as you rushed towards the elevator. Kylian shoved the other coffee and the bag containing the pastries into Renee hand before running after you, reaching you as you stepped into the elevator, pressing the ground floor button repeatedly in the hopes it would close before he he managed to stop it, but his hand swept across the door at the last second. The metal door opened fully to him and you turned yourself away as he entered.

“Y/N-“

“Fuck Kylian, I asked you. I said more than once, you have a girlfriend and you stood there and you lied straight to my face.” You were trying so hard to keep it together, you’d cried one too many times over him, shed too many tears because of his inability to be honest with you, to be straight up and just let you know you’re not the one for him, instead of dangling you on this never ending string.

“I didn’t lie to you. I told you we broke up-“

“You said you hadn’t spoken to her in two weeks.”

“I haven’t-“

“Bullshit! Don’t stand there and lie to me again Kylian! She said you knew she was coming. Unless you’re both telekinetic, I’m sure that would require at least a text message.”

8th floor.

“I forgot, it completely slipped my mind in the moment, she was the last thing on my mind-“

“When I was in front you naked? Offering myself on a nice shiny platter.”

“Y/N-“

“What am I to you Kylian? Just the girl who’ll let you fuck when you miss her right? Twice on your couch and three times in your bed, what’s that, an orgasm for each time you’d broken up?” You’d finally reached your limit, wiping furiously at the tears that were slipping down your face, as you turned away from Kylian.

“Jesus Y/N, that’s what you think of me? Of us?”

You scoffed, looking at the numbers in the lift getting closer to zero as you descended, and there and then, you hated Kylian even more, just for living on the 16th floor because it took way too long for you to reach the ground floor.

“You’ve given me no reason to believe any different.”

“You think I just have random things for you lying around my apartment for the sake of it.”

“No big deal, remember?” You reminded him, your fingers bent in quotation marks as you repeated the words he’d said to you earlier yesterday.

2nd floor. Thank God, almost there.

“Of course it’s a big fucking deal.”

“Ground floor.” The voice announced over the speaker as the lift doors opened and you walked out quickly, hoping Kylian hadn’t seen your tear streaked face, taking a deep breath, not realising you’d held your breath practically the whole way down. He grabbed your arm, stopping your brisk walk so suddenly that you flew into him, your back hitting his chest and he held you there. You’re sure he could feel the rise and fall of your chest as you sobbed, trying to keep as silent as possible to not draw any attention to yourself. It was early, there wasn’t anyone in the lobby thankfully enough, besides the doorman and security who were too busy conversing between themselves at the other end of the lobby to notice you and Kylian.

“YOU’RE a big fucking deal to me Y/N, I care about you. Too much.” He continued, his arm around your waist, holding you close to him as you fought to free yourself from his tight grip. It was all too overwhelming, he was much too close to you, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t move, you couldn’t breathe.

“Too much?” You spun yourself in his arms, so you were now facing him and could see his eyes soften when he saw you’d definitely been crying. You pretended not to notice.

“You care too much Kylian? You couldn’t even tell your ex, if she’s even that, the real reason I was at your apartment at 9am in the morning.”

“So you wanted me to tell Renee we spent the night together?”

“Don’t you dare flip this on me.” You finally managed to pull his arms away from you, stepping back as you pushed your finger into your chest. “I never asked you to lie. You do that shit all on your own. You promised me Ky, you promised you wouldn’t hurt me this time.”

“Please just let me explain.”

“No.” You’d heard him out so many times, you’d let his sweet words reel you back in where he wanted you, let it cloud your better judgement. But today, you had to cut yourself loose.

“I gave you so many chances Kylian, so many, and you fucked each and every one up. Well now I’m done. We’re done.” Your voice broke as you finished your sentence.

“Y/N-“

“You don’t know me anymore Kylian. Forget my face, my name, my number.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes I fucking do. I’m not wasting my time on you anymore. I never want to see you again.” You flick your head towards the ceiling. “Don’t let me keep you, your girl is waiting..,babe.”

“Y/N-“

You don’t stay to hear anything more he has to say, leaving him behind and walking out into the bustling Parisian streets and letting the busy atmosphere sweep you up, anything to keep you from focusing on and thinking about the man you’d known and loved your whole entire life you’d just left behind forever.

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This ended up being just shy of 10k words I’ve never written that much before 🫣

One more part left ksnskdkdkd with how much I dislike the miscommunication trope I can’t believe I’ve written 5 diff one shots abt it (justified tho) ☝🏿 and this is the first time they haven’t made up by the end of the chapter so it’s definitely about to get much worse before it gets better, but it’ll all come to a head soon enough, and thank y’all for still sticking with me. Also here is some cute content of kylian with his niece and nephew bc it genuinely makes me so 🥺🥺. As always please leave your thoughts, honestly your comments and asks keeps me going 🫶🏿

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