#so ofc I spend the entire time stuffing about

[horrendousmustard]

School doodles part 2

The random child with Kaneki in some of the pictures will be a recurring character here - she works as either a self-insert or just a stock character. Sometimes it’s a bit of a mix for when I don’t want to draw him alone but either don’t feel confident recalling other characters’ designs or don’t want him with other people

[noxturnalpascal]

Devotion 🖤 II. Predator or Prey? (Ch 6)

CultLeader!Joel x OFC!Reader

Series Summary: When is it enough? When is it too much? When does Devotion become Obsession?

Visit the Series Masterlist for series warnings, cult info, timeline info, and HCs on ages. Reader has a nickname and some minor physical descriptions - is an OFC from Reader POV.

*This series is 18+ MDNI. I will not be listing individual chapter warnings as I don't want to spoil the plot of each chapter. Please see the series masterlist for entire series warnings to decide if this is for you.*

⚠️PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO THE SERIES WARNINGS, ESPECIALLY: possessiveness, manipulation, Joel gets mean, Joel gets verbally and physically abusive.⚠️

LAYOUT OF JOEL'S HOUSE

PREVIOUS

II. Predator or Prey?

CH 6 (5.8k)

It’s two weeks into the New Year and you’ve been spending every day plotting and planning how to keep away from Joel. It’s not easy, especially since you don’t even have a bedroom door to keep his wandering eyes from staring at you while you get ready in the mornings, as he stands in the hallway in overbearing silence. Your task was made even tougher when Tess said he wouldn’t allow you to leave the house anymore for your daily chores. 

You’re stuck inside this dusty old prison all day, awaiting his return. The day might go as usual and he’ll threaten to force feed you at meal time. Maybe it will be another glorious day of him digging bruises into your arms or throwing you against walls. What if he really changed things up and grunted all sorts of fucked up things in your ear while you brushed your teeth? Oh wait, he already does that.

As snarky as you try to be about it – lamenting your life as you drape yourself over the couch, passing the hours in silence and slowly going mad – the whole situation really stresses you out. You weigh your feelings of safety and security in this community with the vicious and unpredictable behavior you’ve been enduring in this house. Is it still worth it to stay here? Are you better off in The Valley or would you be better off out there, alone in the wilderness? You’re on edge all the time, never sure what’s going to set him off. You spend so much time thinking about him, every moment you’re awake really, just so you can try to avoid him as much as possible. 

He used to be on your mind all the time, thinking about his body on yours, the warmth of his skin under your hands. You’d fantasize about a future with him and what that might be like, letting him protect you and take care of you. Now you think about if you’re always going to be this hurt by his duplicity, feel this raw about his deception. Deep down, in a place you don’t like to acknowledge, you still wonder if there’s any future for the two of you. You push that thought away to compose a plan for how to stay out of his way when he gets home for the day.

And yet, every night at dinner you sit right next to him, unable to escape, watching out of your peripheral vision as he stares you down with a hateful look in his eyes. There was a time when you thought that the scariest thing he could do was touch you without your permission. But now he touches you every day – with open palms and closed fists, clutching fingers and rough grips. You never even considered these kinds of touches as an option from the man who used to be so gentle and tender with you. That man is gone. 

This day, however, looks like it might turn out alright when Sasha and Tess return shortly before sunset from a scavenging trip they made to a family lodge situated on a rocky outcropping a few hours hike west of The Valley. They pile their haul on the dining room table, emptying out packs and bags they came back with stuffed full, and a stack of books catches your eye.

“Who are these for?”

“Anyone,” Sasha answers while sorting the clothes by size into neatly folded piles. “There were a bunch in a makeshift library up there but most of the collection was damaged by water and mildew. There were only a few we could salvage.”

You stand still, staring at the books, not wanting to pilfer something that Tess and Sasha worked hard to collect for the entire Valley. Tess sees you hesitating and pushes the stack towards you.

“Go ahead, look through ‘em and read any you want,” she shrugs. “When you’re done we can put ‘em back in the community library.”

You lift the first book up, going through the stack slowly, not recognizing any titles. The first two are young adult books, their covers adorned with pennants for their high school team and smiling teens talking on the phone. The third is the 1994 National Electric Code Handbook and the fourth is a non-fiction book on the Native American tribes that once inhabited New England. But the fifth one makes you stop in your tracks. 

The fifth book is your favorite book.

You turn it over in your hands, its dust jacket long since removed. The faded red hardcover is soft with wear, but the simple tree in gold foil on the front is still gleaming. The Secret Garden. Your eyes begin to sting as you recall the places your imagination used to take you to when you read this story, wishing as a child that you had a secret garden of your own to find, hide away in, and restore to glory. You kind of wish you had one now.

“You read that one?” Sasha calls over her growing piles.

“Yeah,” you whisper, your voice breaking, “It’s my favorite book.” You look up and meet her face, tears in your eyes. But she’s not looking at you. She’s looking past you, face solemn. Your smile disappears as you slowly turn around, already knowing what you’re going to see. You don’t look at his face. You don’t meet his eyes. You take trembling breaths as your eyes fall on the center of his chest, less than a foot distance between you. Joel.

Favorite book you’d said. Just like that. Offered it up like the most casual thing in the world. But would you tell him when he asked? Of course not. He gave you so much. He gave you food and shelter. He told you about himself – shit, he even told you about Sarah. But you wouldn’t tell him about a stupid fucking book, wouldn’t give him your fucking name, even after all this time. Wouldn’t give him what he needed. 

You. He needed you. 

You withholding little bitch. 

He grabs the book out of your hands, turning it to read the title on the spine. 

“Look at me,” he demands.

You don’t.

He doesn’t ask again. He lifts the book to your eye line, grabbing a chunk of pages in his right hand and yanking them out of the spine. He holds his hand up and releases the pages, letting them flutter to the ground, single sheets and some clusters still bound together covering your socked feet. The tears collecting at your waterline spill over and you let out a quiet whimper. He shoves the carcass of the book back into your hands and walks out of the room, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Tess follows him, pushing open the closing door of his office behind him. 

“Why’d you do that to her?” she asks, stepping into the darkening room, the short winter day having just seen the sun set.

“Don’t give her any more books,” he snaps, ignoring her question.

“You made her cry–”

“Oh boo-fuckin’-hoo, she’s always cryin’.” Her eyes are adjusting to the dark and she sees him moving across the room.

“Joel–”

“No more books,” he shouts, turning to stomp back to where she stands. “She has a fuckin’ book and it’s out there sittin’ on the mantle,” he points at the wall, momentarily acknowledging the book he pretends he hasn’t seen remain untouched since Christmas, everytime he walks through the goddamn room.

Tess holds her hands up in defeat and backs out of the room, leaving him alone to pace and grumble to himself. She decides to make a plan that night, determined to find a way to snap Joel out of it and keep you safe in the meantime.

–

Alone again, Joel feels himself thickening in his pants and he wants to scream, wants to put his fist through the wall. He wants to shake you and slap you and squeeze you and make you look at him like you did before. You won’t look at him at all. Why won’t you fucking look at him? 

There’s no moon in the night sky so even with multiple windows in this room it remains quite dark. He rounds his desk, bumping his hip into the corner as he throws himself into his chair. He pulls open a bottom desk drawer and withdraws an item he’s kept hidden under a pile of maps: a pair of your underwear. He remembers the night he took them, the week before everything went to shit. Before you looked at him like everyone else. Before you broke yourself open for him. Before his true self was revealed to you. 

Before you hated him.

He shucks his jeans open and reaches into his pants, his dick already hard. He spits into his hand and begins stroking up and down, bringing your underwear to his face and taking deep inhales, setting a fast pace. As he takes whiffs, he opens his mouth, letting the heady scent of you permeate all his senses, rolling his eyes back into his head. He thinks about that night he pulled these down your legs, how you looked on all fours bared open for him and the way you rolled your hips, moaning his name. He thinks about what you tasted like when you came on his face.

He hisses, squeezing hard at the base of his shaft, suddenly aware that he’s about to come much too quickly. He slams the underwear down on the desk, cursing that he lets you affect him like this. He’s barely touched himself these past weeks, getting too angry every time he thinks about you and how badly he wants you, how you won’t give him what he wants. He’s neglected the aching hardness he awakes with each morning and ignored the other women knocking on his bedroom door at night, knowing it isn’t you on the other side. You won’t give him what he needs.

He wraps his hand around his shaft and resumes stroking, slowly this time, staring at the underwear he’d stuck in his back pocket after you begged him to take them off and keened when his mouth touched you. His eyes have adjusted to the dim room and he thinks he can see a stain on the gusset, reaching forward to brush his thumb along the fabric. His calloused finger scrapes across the dried remnants of your arousal and he groans loudly, squeezing his cock firmly again, willing himself not to come yet.

He watches his hand continue slow movements on his length, rolling his fingers along the underside of his head, over the tip, gathering the precum there to swirl and spread on his downward strokes. Why the fuck does he let you do this to him? Why does he let you get in his fucking head? He can’t control himself, he’s losing his goddamn mind. He should go back out there and grab you by the hair, drag you in here, and remind you how lucky you are to be here.

He looks over at the couch he used to sit with you on. He should throw you over that couch, pull your pants down past your ass and fuck you from behind. He’d grab the books he’d read to you off the shelf and smack your ass with them, listen to you cry out and whimper, hear your growing wetness as his cock pounds your perfect, willing pussy. He’d make you grovel for his forgiveness, make you beg him to let you come. He’d make you thank him for your Christmas gift. He’d make you fucking look at him.

That’s what he’d do. 

He’d grab your face and make you look him in his eyes while you came, feeling the spasming walls of your cunt around him. He’d keep fucking into you, listening to you wail through your orgasm, watching your eyes roll back and your face go slack. He’d make you watch his cock disappearing inside you, covered with your creamy arousal as he hits that perfect spot deep inside you. The place he earned. The place you refuse to give him. He grabs the underwear off the desk and wraps them around his length, increasing his pace again. 

The only sounds in the room are his panting breaths and the thumps of his fist hitting his pelvis with force as he pumps himself over and over. His head is thrown back when he feels the familiar tension in his balls and he brings his chin to his chest to watch his release darken the fabric covering his cockhead. He pulls your underwear off him with one hand and continues to jerk himself with the other, pressing himself down, aiming it so the white ropes pumping out of him cover the stolen garment. His breath hitches in his throat with short, desperate gasps as he squeezes the last of his climax into the cloth.

He clenches his hand around the underwear, letting his spend press between his fingers and run down his fist, dripping onto his denim-covered knees. What a fucking waste. Your denial, your refusal, your goddamn obstinance. Look where it gets him – coming into his hand like a pitiful virgin, as if he can’t get a woman of his own to fuck him. How dare you treat him like this, withhold yourself from him, have him resorting to these degrading acts. 

You seem to forget how good you have it in the safety of his dominion, protected under his watchful eye. Maybe you forgot how ugly the world is out there, how cruel people can be. How many people in this world would kill to be in your place? How many women here in The Valley wish they were you, fortunate enough to be the object of his desire? You’re so fucking ungrateful. You need a lesson in how to behave, how to be more appreciative of him. You need to learn some loyalty.

–

The following Thursday you’re facing the front door, bundling up your coat for the walk to the meeting and waiting for Joel to come out of his office to walk with you since you’re not allowed to leave the house without him. You hear the door open but don’t look back until you hear an unexpected noise in the form of a female voice. Kerri is walking with him through the living room. They were in his office together. 

It’s fine, you don’t care. You’re not jealous. You have no claim over him. He’s not yours. You don’t want him. He does whatever he wants and you can’t control it. So let him have it his way, you don’t care.

You catch him staring at you out of the corner of your eye but you don’t dare turn your head. You won’t give him the satisfaction. Behind you, you think you hear Kerri getting her coat and shoes on as well. Tess is wiping down the dinner table and sees the group of you gathered at the door.

“Kerri, where are you goin’, hon?”

“She’s coming to the meeting with me,” Joel answers for her. He said me, not us. Like you weren’t even there. You let a scowl take over your face. He’s being such an asshole. Tess doesn’t question him, probably for the best. You hear him huff out a laugh.

You look his way and see the smug grin on his face as he opens the front door and motions for you to go out of it. You don’t let it bother you. It’s fine that he’s bringing Kerri to this meeting even though Thursdays are supposed to be your meeting nights. It’s fine that they walk hand-in-hand behind you on the walk to and from the meeting. It’s also fine that he ordered her to sit in your usual seat next to him at the meeting and for you to sit on the other side of the room instead.

He doesn’t try to put his hands on you, he doesn’t chase you up the stairs. It’s fine. It’s what you wanted. You’re glad for it. So then why do you feel like your insides are on fire and you’re fighting the urge to spill them all over the ground? Back at the house Joel and Kerri head towards his office so you go to the kitchen to get some water and get away from them.

Moments later they’re coming into the kitchen and you hate the way your stomach rolls at the sight of them. Out of the corner of your eye you see her reach into the cupboard for a glass and you watch him push her against the counter, pressing himself into her ass. You just know he’s digging his erection into her. He used to do that to you. You used to like it.

A shiver goes through your body and you almost drop your glass, but as you recover you see in your peripheral vision that he’s watching you. Is he doing this to get a reaction from you? Is he waiting for you to cry again? You won’t give him the satisfaction.

“Goodnight, Kerri,” you say as you turn quickly and head out of the kitchen.

He grabs you before you can even make it through the dining room.

“Not gonna say goodnight to me?” He digs his fingers into the tender underside of your upper arm. 

You hiss quietly in pain.

“You should know better than to be so rude,” he spits, bringing his face within inches of your own. “Seems like I need to teach you some fuckin’ manners.” 

He lifts his other hand and swats your ass, laughing when you yelp in surprise.

“Well, I’m gonna go to bed,” Kerri says in the doorway.

She might as well be invisible for how Joel completely ignores her while he swats at you a few more times, mumbling how you’re such an ungrateful little cunt in your ear. You try to wriggle away and push him back but his grip only tightens. You’re reminded of a blood pressure cuff, the pressure and pain with which his hand cinches around you. 

Has he been playing this charade with Kerri all night just to get a rise out of you? Was he always like this? You thought he was a good man; compassionate, hospitable, affectionate,  genuine. Did he only show you enough of himself to lure you, to make you trust him? Was he lying the whole time about his true intentions? Were you really that gullible? God… he’s so fucking manipulative. 

You don’t know what you’re thinking but the throbbing in your arm has your free hand scrabbling to get away and before you can measure the consequences of your actions, your open hand slaps across his face. Joel relaxess his grip on your arm immediately, the shock evident on his face, but before you can wrench yourself completely free of his hold, he throws you across the top of the table.

You come crashing down over the other edge, your limbs flailing and knocking over a chair on the way down. Before you can steady yourself enough to stand up on your own, he’s come around the table and put his hands on you again, lifting and shoving you against the front wall. Each hand grips your arm above the elbow, bracing your shoulder blades hard against the wall. His face comes to your neck and you feel him inhaling, feel his moist breath huffing against you, feel his stubble scraping you, feel his tongue dragging along you.

“Why the fuck are you making such a big deal of this bullshit, baby?” he coos. “The world ended. None of that old nonsense matters anymore.” He moves one hand up to your jaw, gripping your face hard.

“It matters to me,” you squeak through gritted teeth.

“All that matters to you is me, you understand?” He holds you so firmly that you can’t open your mouth to speak or even shake your head in response. “This is all that matters.” He begins to place gentle kisses along your pulse point, in opposition to the crushing embrace he’s got you in.

Eventually he loosens his grip on your jaw and, without hesitation, you take your free arm and place it over his sternum, shoving him backwards as hard as you can. Shock is quickly replaced by anger on his face. You hold your hands out in front of you, distracting him enough to stop his advancing aggression. You gather courage from somewhere deep inside you, lashing out for his callous disregard of you all night followed by this gaslighting manipulation.

“I’m so tired of you spouting your bullshit dogma just to try and get me to fuck you,” you seethe.

He raises his hand like he’s going to slap you but when you hold your head up, somehow managing not to flinch, he doesn’t follow through. Instead he lowers his hand to shove a single finger in your face.

“You think I want to fuck you?,” he bellows, “I don’t want to fuck you. I don’t want to want you. I don’t want to think about you every fucking second of every fucking day.” He reaches forward and grabs the flesh at your hips. You side-step out of his clutch and take a few steps towards the stairs before he grabs you by the wrist and holds it tight. “Do you see how fucking weak you make me?”

You walk backwards, trying to put distance between you but his wrap around your wrist is firm.

“You’re hurting me, Joel,” you mutter. He doesn’t let go.

“Look at me,” he orders. “Fucking look at me, goddamnit.”

You don’t.

Something inside him snaps. He yanks you closer with the hand around your wrist and pulls your body against his so that his chest is to your back, snaking his arms around you and cinching them tight. He scrapes his stubble hard along your neck and buries his nose in your hair, taking several deep inhales and groaning in between breaths. 

His lower arm bands across your hips, digging into your soft flesh there while his other arm loosens and moves its way up your front. He grabs one of your breasts tight in his hand and presses his erection against your backside. You’re constricted tight, arms trapped as well, and unable to move away from him. You manage a breathy exhale of his name, meant to serve as a plea, but it can barely be heard.

“You can’t get away from me,” he growls in your ear. “You can never get away from me.”

He goes back to holding you with both arms, wrapped so tight that he knows it’s probably hurting you. You’re clearly struggling to breathe and even your feeble wriggling feels futile. Then he looks down and notices your struggling movements have shifted your sweater to expose the top of your shoulder. He recalls the mark he once sucked into your skin there, and the way it stayed on you for weeks. You need another reminder of who you belong to.

He moves his mouth to that same spot, baring his teeth, and bites into your flesh. Hard. 

He barely hears your screaming over the pounding of his pulse in his ears, his own ragged and panting breaths, his drawn out, animalistic moan. Suddenly there’s tugging on his arms and he looks up to see Tess’ wide eyes staring at him, mouth moving. She must be saying something but he can’t make it out. Someone is yanking at his shirtsleeve on his other side and when he turns his head, teeth bared in a snarl, he sees Kerri recoil in horror. 

Tess punches at his arms, claws at his neck, and tugs on his hair, finally managing to get him to loosen his arms enough to free you. She yanks you away from him and as she pulls you up the stairs you see him watching you from the bottom, eyes black, hair a mess, your blood dripping down the corners of his mouth. Tess drags you down the hall into her room, locking the door behind her. She puts a chair under the doorknob and tends to your wound with a first aid kit stashed under her bed. 

She lets you sleep in her room that night. Joel doesn’t come for you.

–

The next evening you’re standing in the shadows behind the old ice skating rink, which is used as makeshift stables during The Valley’s Friday evening events. It’s off the main road, set back in the woods a bit, but you have a pretty good view of the town square from here. You can see people coming and going, see Joel shaking hands with them all, nodding while they talk to him but looking over their heads, probably searching for you. 

“You’re gonna catch a cold.” You nearly jump out of your skin at Tess’ words. You didn’t even hear her coming. “I told you to wait inside.”

“It smells like horseshit in there. Besides, I’ve got this,” you say pointing to the knit scarf around your neck. 

She just nods, knowing you have a scarf because she’s the one who put it on you. She helped you get cleaned and dressed for tonight since you spent all day in her room hiding from Joel. She looks you over once you’re all dressed and then you both look at the bandage she has taped at your shoulder, peeking out from under your shirt collar. She grabs the scarf out of her drawer and circled it around you several times, tucking the ends into your coat.

“Do you know Beth?” Tess asks abruptly.

“Beth?”

“Yeah, Beth,” she continues. “Short brown hair, she lives with Hank Mansfield’s family, down at the dairy farm.”

“Oh, Beth. Yeah, she comes with Hank to the Thursday night meetings,” you nod.

“Exactly. She used to be a seamstress,” Tess adds. “Did you know that?”

“No, I don’t think we’ve talked much.” You know you haven’t talked much because you spent most of the Thursday meetings staring at Joel’s lips and waiting for them to be planted on yours. 

“She makes all her own clothes. She’s been helping the Mansfield’s too. I think she could help here in town if she lived closer.”

“Yeah I bet,” you reply.

“I was thinkin’, maybe you and her could trade rooms,” Tess answers your unspoken question.

“Trade rooms?”

“Yeah… she could have your room and you could go help out at the farm.”

“The fa–” you begin to question when her meaning hits you like a fist to the gut. You turn to look at her, a pinching pain behind your eyes, panic obvious on your face. “You want me to leave?”

“No, of course I don’t want that,” Tess immediately replies in a soothing voice. “I just think Beth could really help out here in town, but she’d need a room. And I thought maybe you might be willing to give yours up.”

“Give it up? I don’t understand.”

“I mean, you don’t have to live in that house if you don’t want to,” she nods towards the big house you share on the other side of the square. “It’s your choice. You can live anywhere you want.”

That doesn’t seem true. You don’t live at Joel’s house because you chose it. You live there because he invited you. He asked you. He chose you. You didn’t feel like you could say no and you’re pretty sure he wouldn’t let you choose somewhere else, especially not now.

“I don’t think he’d–,”

“No, it’s not his choice,” she interrupts you and repeats, “It’s your choice.”

“It is?”

“Of course,” she says without hesitation. “You could give Beth your room so she’d be able to help us here in town and you’d get a room at the Mansfield’s. You’d be able to help milk the cows. I hear a couple of them are pregnant, so there’d be babies this spring – get yourself a little change of scenery….”

Tess doesn’t want to seem like she’s overselling it but she really hopes the promise of baby animals tips this in her favor. She hopes that she’s getting the message across without having to say the actual words. I need to take you away from him, PJ. He’s going to keep hurting you, PJ. I’m trying to save you, PJ. She wants you to think that this was your idea, but mostly she needs you to agree to this. Right now.

“It’s far away though, isn’t it?” you say, staring in the direction of the town square now, where Joel is no doubt shirking his duties and obsessively searching for you. 

“It’s far enough,” she replies, letting the implication remain unspoken.

“I– I think he’d be mad,” you whisper.

“It’s not up to him. It’s up to you,” she nods, a soft smile on her face when you meet her eyes again. Please, she pleads silently. “What do you want, PJ? Do you want to help me out? Give Beth your room?”

A long moment of silence passes, breaking eye contact and looking down at your feet shuffling them several times before looking back at Tess, a hint of sadness in your eyes, a touch of defeat.

“I– I could do that, yeah.”

“Great! That’s great,” Tess exhales, unable to mask her relief. She quickly reels back her emotions and expresses simple and stoic gratitude, as if it’s a run-of-the-mill thing that’s just been agreed to – no big deal. “Thank you PJ, that’s really nice of you.”

–

Joel stands next to Sasha, her cold hand clutched in his warm one, looking around the square. He’s waiting for everyone else to meet them in front of the bakery so they can all walk home together. He sees Tess coming down the sidewalk, walking towards him with someone who isn’t you. You must be with Rosie and Kerri.

“Joel, you remember Beth, right?” Tess asks him when she comes to a halt at his side, “Lives with the Mansfield’s out at the dairy farm?”

“Of course,” he nods his head, barely looking in their direction. “Hank’s daughter. Hi, Beth.”

“She’s not Hank’s daughter,” Tess corrects. Joel finally looks at them, giving Tess most of his attention and Beth a quick glance. “Beth has just been livin’ at the farm since she came into town with Olivier and his wife, from the Montreal Safe Zone?”

“Oh, sure,” Joel says, as if this isn’t brand new information, “That’s what I meant.” And his attention is diverted once again, scanning the park across the street, looking at the departing crowds from the night of fun festivities.

“She’s a seamstress, did you know that?”

Joel doesn’t even bother responding this time. Why would he know that Beth was a fuckin’ seamstress? Why would he have ever talked about that with Beth? He doesn’t think he’s ever talked to Beth about anything at all. Why would he fuckin’ care? He vaguely hears Tess saying something about staying with us a while and he hums in acknowledgement. Why is Tess bothering him with all this stupid fuckin’ information? He’s obviously busy looking for you. 

His head on a swivel he sees Rosie and Kerri approaching from the other side of town. Wait, where are you? You were supposed to be with…

With Tess. You were with Tess. He turns to look Tess square in the eyes now. She has his full attention.

“Where is she?” he fumes.

“Like I was saying, Beth is a seamstress and she needed a room–”

“Who?” Joel sputters, not comprehending the words coming out of her mouth.

“Beth,” Tess repeats, motioning to the woman standing silently beside her. Beth waves awkwardly.

Joel whips himself around and takes off towards the house, dragging Sasha alongside him, not even fully realizing her hand is still clutched tight in his. He bursts in the door and lets go of Sasha, taking the stairs two at a time and entering the small, darkened room at the top of the stairs with no door. The sheets and blanket are fresh and crisp, the bed is neatly made. Five hangars swing empty from the curtain rod at the window, a half moon shining behind some scattered clouds and casting dim light through the sheer curtains. 

He touches the empty bedside table. It used to be covered with books, leaves, and rocks you found interesting in shape or color. Things you collected when you walked together. Things you collected when you walked alone, after you stopped looking at him. Things that proved you were still here. That you were still his. Now they’re gone. You’re gone. Tess took you away. 

He comes down the stairs slowly, Sasha standing just inside the dining room rubbing her wrist, the other women coming in the door. Tess stands at the bottom of the stairs with that girl whos’ not you at her side – Beth.

“What the fuck did you do?” Joel seethes. He reaches the last step and looks across the living room, his eye catching on the spine of the book he gave on Christmas, sitting on the fireplace mantle. It’s still here. You’re not.

“Beth needed–” Tess is cut off by a palm striking across her face.

She can’t say she wasn’t expecting a bad reaction from him, but she would have braced herself better if she knew it was coming right then. The slap sends her tipping sideways and she thinks she might even fall down except that Joel grabs the front of her shirt with both hands, keeping her from landing on the ground. He barks for everyone to go to bed and Tess watches Beth’s horrified face as Sasha takes her hand and pulls her up the stairs.

Tess knows he’s not done. She knows he’s going to keep going, keep hitting her, keep blaming her. She’s going to look like she got kicked by a horse tomorrow but it was worth it. He’s not hitting you. She can take it. She’s taken it before, from men with quick tempers. Joel will get his venom out tonight and tomorrow he’ll be remorseful and apologetic. Soon enough he’ll detox from you and eventually he’ll emerge from the haze, able to see clearly again. He’ll get his head on straight and be able to deal with things rationally. 

At least that’s what she hopes. Everything depends on her being right. If he keeps going down the path he’s on now, she thinks this whole place – and everyone in it – is doomed.

🖤

NEXT

Thank you to my amazing editor, @papipascalispunk, for helping me with this series, and for both fully understanding and appreciating my direction with these two. 🫂You work so hard (for free) and I appreciate everything you do.

TAGLIST (lmk if you wanna be added or removed) @strang3lov3 @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @covetyou @iamasaddie @sr-lrn @clawdee @theywhowriteandknowthings @beefrobeefcal @merz-8 @speckledemerald @alltheseperfectimperfections @survivingandenduring @afraidtofear @millennial-teenybopper @missladym1981 @xdaddysprincessxx @lumoverheaven @ghoulettesinspace @brittmb115 @wintersquirrel @obscurexsorrows @littlevenicebitch69 @lulawantmula @pedroswife69 @joeldjarin @heimtathurss @untamedheart81 @pixielou5 @feel1n-h1gh @elegantduckturtle @koshkaj-blog

[fandxmslxt69]

Loki (TV) - Speak Now(TV): Enchanted

Loki Laufeyson x f!asgardian!reader

Warnings: some swearing, few thoughts of insecurity, but that';s it. Bad writing lmao. horrible plot too. lazy makeouts too.

Synopsis: You escape to the royal gardens after a shitty start to the ball, but running into an enchanting stranger turns your night for the better. Based on Enchanted by Taylor Swift. Part of a series In The Works.

A/N: Wow this is so bad lmaooo I'll fix it another time but I'm posting it now so I can get into the schedule and be done with!! This is my little very rushed entry for @sarahscribbles Birthday Celebration I LOVE YOU SARAH and you deserve SO MUCH BETTER than this lmao i had so much more planned for this but sadly it all failed with having no wifi this entire vaca, so this is the best I can do. I do promise a part two some time though.

Tags: (I';m tagging everyone who asked to be tagged for this part AND part 2 so I have everyone in one place <3) @divine-knight-hand @the-fox-den @nyxlaufeyson @under00s616 @mischief2sarawr and ofc @sarahscribbles

Word count: 3.5k

There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place

The night, in conclusion, was an utter failure. You had been truly excited as the weeks neared to tonight’s ball. You had hoped for an evening full of dancing and laughs, twirling around in the arms of a handsome guy and enjoying light conversation, maybe even some good food.

So far, the food was the only thing that held out. 

You watched from your corner as pairs danced across the floor as music and easy chatter filled the room. Women in dresses of all colours of the rainbow, and men in nicely fitted suits and uniforms. Everyone wore masks, elegant and with elaborate designs that complemented each person’s attire. “This is a waste.” You grumbled to yourself as you tugged at your mask to adjust it in place.

“Perhaps,” One of your friend’s slid into the vacant seat beside you, face flushed from dancing. “You should go ask someone for a dance,” “What?” You snorted. “That’s an ugly look. It’ll seem like I’m desperate,”

“But you are,” She pointed out. 

You rolled your eyes, picking at the plate of fruit delicacies in front of you. “It’s alright. I don’t feel like dancing anyway,” She raised an eyebrow, “Were you not talking about how excited you were to spend all night dancing just this morning?” You threw her a look, getting up without bothering to finish your plate. “I think I’ll go for a walk in the gardens,” You said as you quickly fled out of the room.

Being out of the stuffed ballroom should have made you feel better, but you couldn’t help but feel as if you were still caged. 

Tonight was meant to be fun. It was meant to be an opportunity. For..for socialising, and meeting people, and making friends and, funnily you thought, perhaps meet someone for the night. 

Instead, you walked further through the gardens, trying to ignore all the giggles you heard from lovesick couples as you passed them. When you got further enough from the palace, you slipped off your mask, huffing as you carefully sat down in the wide fields, surrounded by blooming flowers and trees basking in the moonlight. 

You took a deep breath, trying to ease the sense of disappointment that grew like an ugly beast in your chest. Caught up in your feelings, you hadn’t realised someone snuck up on you until you heard a soft crunch from behind you. Your head whipped around immediately, assuming a danger perhaps, until your eyes fell on the man. 

Good gods. 

The man smiled briefly, his mask dangling from his fingers as he seemed to look you over. His hair rested in dark curls on his shoulders, and with the way the moon peeked lightly through the trees and shone on him, he looked heavenly, with a perfect jawline and flawless skin, cheekbones that looked sharp to cut, and eyes that shone with curiosity and mischief.  He fit nicely into his suit, with a lean frame that filled the clothing perfectly. 

He was, as mortals said, a work of art. A being artists and sculptures would surely sell their homes and families to try and capture his beauty. 

I need to calm down.

But he’s gorgeous. There was no hiding it, and you were absolutely sure you stared too long because he raised an eyebrow and the corner of his lips twitched upwards.

Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

“Sorry,” You muttered quickly, turning your head back to stare holes at the vast openings of the field. This had to be a joke, but a little part of your brain couldn’t help but get excited. 

Handsome young man, a moonlit gorgeous garden, at a ball. 

Could it get any more romantic? 

But that was stupid- the man probably found you a little pathetic, out here all alone rather than enjoying the ball. And you firmly reminded yourself that there would be no making out and naked activities in the royal gardens. And maybe your friend sent him, and if you were too eager you’d seem truly desperate and it would be oh so humiliating and you’d never be able to show your face again in public and-

“I see you’ve found my secret place,” His voice interrupted your spiral of thoughts. 

“Sorry,” You said quickly again. “I wasn’t aware that people could own areas of the royal garden,” You covered your hand with your mouth in horror, refusing to look at the man behind you.

What the fuck was that? 

It was quiet and then you heard him chuckle, as if amused by such a rude remark. He made his way to another part of the garden and took a seat. “You’re right, forgive me, it is open to everyone during the balls,”

You didn’t answer him, or even acknowledge him. Your cheeks were blazing red with horror. From the corner of your eye, you could see him sitting under a tree a little away from you, head ducked low as he…

Is that a book? Is he reading? At a ball? 

You looked behind you to the sound of the light music and chatter coming from the palace, then back at the man by the tree. “Why aren’t you inside?” 

“Why aren’t you inside?” He replied, not even looking up from his book. 

“I asked first,”

He looked up slightly then, raising a perfect eyebrow. So? He challenged silently. 

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him to watch the leaves dance lazily in the evening breeze. You folded and unfolded your hands in your lap. “I got bored of dancing,” Right. 

He didn’t answer right away, a few beats passed as soft music and gentle wind filled the space. Then, he said slowly, as if entertained by all this, “Liar,” 

Your head whirled back to stare at him. “Excuse me?” “Liar,” He said, shrugging like it’s no big deal.

“You’re calling me a liar?” “Is there anyone else here to call a liar?” You could see the small twitch of his lips, and how a little smirk forms as he watches you.

Shit. You had to fight down your own little smile. Perhaps he’s an ass, and maybe a little suspicious- but he’s got a lot more banter and brain in him than everyone else back in the ballroom. 

“And why are you calling me a liar?” 

“Because,” He closed his book dramatically, leaning forward and you could feel trouble radiating off of him. “No one comes to a royal ball to ‘get bored of dancing’,”

“You don’t know that,” “I absolutely do. It’s the biggest event of the year, people come specifically prepared to dance until they can’t feel their feet,” “Fine,” You huffed. “It was getting stuffy, and I was tired of all the war talk and gossip, so I came out here for fresh air,” 

Again, that stupid smirk. “You’re lying,” He said in an overly annoying sing-song voice. “I’m not!” You glared at him. “You are horribly rude,”

“Yet you find it amusing,” “I absolutely don’t,” Childishly, you stuck your tongue out at him, and he laughed, throwing his head back lightly and filling the space between you with such a warm, delightful sound. 

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

You really couldn’t stop the smile that broke across your face. “Alright then, if you suddenly know everything, why do you think I’m out here?” You asked after his laughter died down. 

“Hm…” He tapped a finger to his chin. “No one wanted to dance with you,” You gasped loudly. “Are you calling me undesirable?” “No m’lady,” He had that awfully cute smile again. “You said that, I just said I think no one wants to dance with you,”

You shook your head. “You are unbelievable! You know what, you’re terrible company,” He shrugged. “Then go back inside, perhaps get a chance to dance with the prince,” He said it easily, like he could care less if you stayed or left, but you had the strange feeling that he was challenging you to stay. 

You hummed, pretending to think it over. “You know what, I don’t want to go inside,” “But I thought I was terrible company?” “You are,” You smiled innocently. “But I like the gardens,” He’s too funny to pass up on. 

“Or perhaps you like me,” He had that shit-eating grin, and something in your chest started tingling, secretly hoping you could get more of his smiles. “Besides, you’ll pass up the chance to catch the crown prince’s attention just to sit in some garden?” “Blond isn’t really my type,” Stop talking stop talking stop talking. 

He frowned, staring at you weirdly, clearly taken aback but such a dumb statement. 

“Blond…isn’t your type,” He repeated, and you simply nodded. “So…you’d give up the chance at marrying the next ruler of this realm…because he’s blond,” “Exactly,” Like it made perfect sense. “What can I say? It’s less competition for the other women. I’m being kind,” 

“You’re insane,”

“You asked!”

“Yes but come on, it’s the crown prince,” He raised an eyebrow. “Would you rather marry the farmer’s son? The baker boy, perhaps?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, stupid. There’s other royalty around, obviously. But it’s not like anyone has a chance,” “Other royalty?” He got up then, gracefully making his way over with his book and mask in hand. He sat down beside you. “Do indulge me, what other royalty is there?” Holy. Shit. 

It took you a second to properly process his question. Maybe you lacked romance in your life, maybe you were too isolated, or maybe you were just really desperate for some decent conversation tonight, but you felt like you were losing your everloving mind.

He was breathtaking. You thought from afar he was beautiful, but now this close? You felt the air die in your throat as you properly looked over his face, your eyes catching on every detail. 

His sharp angles.

The exact green of his eyes- emerald, pretty much identical to the jewel. 

And the way he looked when the light shine of the moon hit his face? And the wind gently combed through his hair? He looked heavenly. 

Godly, even.

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you

You were definitely staring (again) and he turned to look at you, those pretty lips forming another stupid smirk. “Yes?” You looked away. “Nothing. What was the question?”

He chuckled. “What other royalty is there?” “Oh, yes,” You frowned. “Are you new around here?” “No, why?” “There’s two princes. Prince Thor, and prince Loki,” “Ah right,” He pursed his lips. “But only one is looking for a bride,” “Yes well, all princes must eventually find a partner, no?” He shrugged. “I suppose so. So, if you won’t go for the blond, you’ll go for his brother? Woo him with your snarky comments and strange conversation habits?”

You smacked his arm lightly. “You really do not know how to talk to a lady. And no one ever said I’m “going for” anyone’s brother. I don’t want to marry a prince,” “That is the biggest lie I have ever heard,” He pointed at you accusingly. “Everyone wants to marry royalty,” 

“Nope,” You shook your head. “Not me,” But you could tell from the way his eyes shone with mischief and the smile on his lips that he could so easily read through you. 

“So you don’t have epic fantasy daydreams about marrying a handsome prince and gaining status, riches and power and living in the palace? Absolutely none about becoming royalty of Asgard? Nothing?” 

“Weeellll,” You smiled wide. “Perhaps,” “Was he blond, your prince?” “I just told you, I’m not into blonds,” He nodded, like this was absolutely serious and he was understanding it better. “Right, so you had dreams about prince Loki then,” “What?!” Your eyes widened. “I didn’t say that!” “You hinted at it,” He pointed out.

“You- I did not! You are so arrogant, thinking you know everything!” You glared at him, face flushed from his accusation. I don’t even know why I’m even having this conversation with a strange man I met less than 10 minutes ago,” You plucked a flower from nearby and started plucking off the petals one by one, watching them slowly fall onto your skirt. “You think you’re so smart and you make horrible accusations-” “Why are you getting so defensive?” He sounded amused by this.

“I’m not!” You definitely were. “You’re just getting on my nerve,” You turned to glare at him again, but he had a funny look on his face, he didn’t even look upset, or confused, or insulted. He was simply…..looking at you. “I think you need to work on your manners,” “And I think you’re beautiful,” He said suddenly as he leaned in, the words a soft whisper, a secret shared between two strangers hidden away from the world.

You felt your face heat up, and your heart started beating faster. A swarm of butterflies erupted in your stomach, and you suddenly had the urge to fall back and kick your feet in the air while giggling. 

Oh. Oh. Oh. 

“Oh..um, oh,” You laughed nervously, looking down shyly. But you could still feel his eyes on you, his face close enough that you can see his bottom lashes brush his cheek lightly, and the small movements of his face. “Thank...you. Thank you,” You swallowed hard. “You’re…uh, really beautiful too,” You rushed the words out. You looked up a little to see his green eyes widened a fraction, a little smile tugging at his lips, and then the faintest colour red dusting his cheeks. 

“Thank you,” 

You nodded dumbly and looked away again, biting your lip to keep the laugh bubbling inside of you to stay down. 

“What’s so funny?” He whispered. 

Fuuck. You could feel yourself panic a little. He was so close. So pretty too. How could a man be so pretty? He had to be magic, right? He’s too gorgeous to be anything less than ethereal. 

“Nothing,” You paused, biting your lip harder before a smile broke across your face, and a light laugh escaped you. “Sorry, sorry nothing’s funny,” His face broke into a smile. “You know, it’s rather rude to laugh at someone and avoid eye contact. It insinuates that you’re laughing at me,” His tone was teasing.

“I’m not!” You laughed again, shaking your head. “I’m not. Laughing at you, that is,” “Then look at me,” His finger lifted your chin up, and you sucked in a breath at how close you were. A few hairs apart, his pretty eyes looking at you in a way that made your heart flutter and insides melt to goo. And that smile. 

You felt your chest squeeze with a sense of familiarity. That smile…it’s familiar, like you’ve seen it before a million times but yet, you can’t place where. 

“I…” You started, and his eyes fell to your lips. “I want to kiss you,” He declared suddenly, and you swore the earth danced faster. 

“Kiss me then,” You replied, and just as fast, his lips fell lazily to yours. 

This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go

I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

There were no good enough words that could describe how his lips felt against yours. In the back of your mind, you grabbed desperately at the languages you know, mortal and beyond, to find something to put this in words, a phrase, a string of letters, to explain the feeling of melting completely at his touch. 

His soft lips moved slowly against yours, his hand moved up to cup the side of your face and pull you closer. It wasn’t a heated or lustful kiss, nor overly passionate. More of…a gentle caress, a lazy press of plush lips against yours in a pretty garden under the moonlight. He pulled away just as fast, his eyes searched your face.

You were…breathless. It was the most simple kiss and yet, it seemed to have turned your world upside down. Your mind was empty, yet at the same time it spun a million miles an hour but with no coherent things.

Just the thought of him. His lips. His kiss. His pretty eyes and perfect face and gentle hands. Your heart stuttered. You couldn’t help but think, if you went a lifetime without another kiss like that? You might go insane. You’d rather him kill you. Death would be better, more merciful than knowing you’d never experience this again. 

There it was. 

“Ya’aburnee,” You muttered softly, and when his eyes snapped up from staring at your lips to your eyes, you realised you said that out loud.

“What?” “Nothing,” You shook your head. “Nothing,” “Not nothing,” He moved closer, your knees now touching and you felt the renewed need to kiss him. “What did you say?” “A word,” Your eyes fell to his lips. 

“Mm,” He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut and brushing his lips against yours. “What does it mean?” “Um,” You felt a hazy rush course through you, and you couldn’t form proper words. “I don’t know,” You lied quickly, chasing after his lips. 

A look flashed across his face, as if he knew you were lying, before it disappeared. He pressed his lips against yours again and you sighed happily. He kissed you deeper, his tongue slipping into your mouth and suddenly, you were both all over each other. 

He pulled you onto his lap, your dress bunching up at your thighs as you straddled him, your kisses growing sloppy as your tongues tangled together and your breathing got heavier and turned into heated pants. His hands tugged at your hair, and yours ran through his soft curls, making their way down over his shoulders and down his chest, searching and feeling the clearly built body underneath. 

You pulled away after a few minutes, eyes searching his face. His now slightly bruised, and the flush of his cheeks and the wildness of his eyes. He smiled softly and your heart did another flip. He opened his mouth to say something before snapping it shut, a frown forming on his face as his eyes wandered to stare behind you. 

You shifted around to turn. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” His hands fell to your hips. “Just…do you hear that?”

You frowned then too, straining your ears to listen. 

“No…? What are we-...oh.” You heard the soft ticking of the palace clock, and the soft slow instrumental signalling the last dance of the night. “Oh. I guess we lost track of the hour,” He hummed. “Yes, it does seem so,” He paused, as if thinking something over before smiling. “Dance with me,”

Your eyes widened. “What?” “Dance with me,” He repeated again. “You didn’t get a dance tonight, did you? Well, let’s fix it.” “But we’re all the way out here,” You stated dumbly. 

He raised a perfect eyebrow. “And?” “I-...well…I mean-...” He stared at you intensely, his emerald eyes searching your face. You sighed, shaking your head. “Okay,” You finally gave in, because with the way he looked at you there was no way you could’ve said no anyway. 

You got up off of him, dusting off your dress and patting back into place. When he got up and you caught his face in the light of the moon, your heart soared at the smudges of lipstick on his lips and on the corners, you couldn’t help but give a satisfied smile. His hair fell in messy curls now and he needed a minute to adjust his suit. 

You softly patted down your hair, trying to fix the hair do and your appearance despite the lack of mirrors. 

He took a step towards you, holding out his hand. You took it and he pulled you flush against him and you had to strain your neck full up to meet his eyes. He grinned that same wicked smile and placed a hand on your waist as he carefully began dancing through the music with you. 

It was a magical experience, to be in this gorgeous garden and have the chance to dance away under the stars with a beautiful stranger. It felt straight out of a fairy tale. 

All too soon, the music faded and you could hear the faint sounds of clapping and cheers from the party guests. You looked around, then back up at your pretty stranger with a small smile. “That was fun,” You whispered, as if scared that too loud of a noise would shatter this delicate moment. 

“Mm, very much,” He smiled back softly, his other hand dropping to rest on your hips. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours and you felt that lazy hazy cloud over you again. “We should get back,” He mumbled between kisses. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and pressing your lips to his. His smell was intoxicating, and the feel of him so close made you dizzy. “We should,” You muttered, before kissing him again. He fumbled with the fabric of your dress, but before he could even think of getting further you pulled away quickly, straining your ears to hear the far away noise of horses and loud chatter. 

Right. End of party. Oh god.

You looked back at him, a mournful ache coursing through you. “I have to get back,” He frowned. “What? Why? Stay here,” He pulled you closer but you only shook your head. “I can’t! I came with my family, they’ll be looking for me soon,” You reluctantly detached yourself from him and quickly worked to fix yourself up. He looked like he was about to argue, but he simply nodded. “Very well. I’ll…walk you back?” You grinned and nodded back. “Thank you,” You quickly grabbed your discarded purse and mask before linking your arm to his as he began to lead the way back, his mask swaying back and forth in his free hand. You snuck a few glances at him as you neared the palace, and you swore in the light of the surrounding palace area he seemed to almost…stiffen, and something slipped over his face. He looked so damn familiar, you cursed yourself for not being able to piece it together properly. You still felt dizzy from the eventful evening, and who could blame you? 

When you made it to the carriages and turned to face him, smiling a little nervously. “Bye I guess,” A small smile ghosted over his lips as he let go of your arm, his hands now resting behind his back as he stood in all his beautiful glory. You basked in his beauty for a few seconds more, before something in your mind clicked. 

There’s no fucking way. Your eyes widened, but you tried to keep your mind from spinning out of control. The way he stood now, the expression on his face- empty- but with eyes as wild as a storm, no wonder you thought he looked familiar. He held himself like royalty, he was regal and elegant and majestic in a way no other person could ever be. 

He was, in every sense, magical. 

You felt…enchanted by his presence, and you were sure you were staring. 

You swallowed hard, mentally calming yourself down from the fact that you’ll probably never experience this again. 

“Thank you for the dance, your highness,” You said as quickly and politely as possible. You caught sight of the way his eyes widened and his expression went from emotionless to absolute shock. You turned around and practically ran for your life towards your carriage, already spotting your friends waiting by. 

As you got into the carriage, greeting your friends and ignoring their very obvious questions, you felt a pang of sadness hit through you at the thought of the night ending, but then a bit of joy, because you just got to dance with the prince, and nothing would get more magical or enchanting than that. 

I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

[howtotwirlaknife22]

hii 👋 i saw that you do some hcs for ghosts and would be possible to ask a nsfw and fluffy for merrick? Dating him or how we meet

cuz this bald angry man deserve some love 😭

if not that's fine, i love yr hcs <3

Yes yes ofc!

In this house we are NOT going off of @blacktacmopsi (ily ily)’s headcannon abt Merrick being a widower bc this man deserves LOVE

Merrick dating headcannons (NSFW) :

So first of all, ya’ll met each other at a bar on a military base when he was just a young sergeant.

He had noticed you across the bar and sent a drink over to you, and you had noticed him and smiled sweetly, moving over to the stool beside him and you two really ended up hitting it off that night.

He got your number that night and from then on the two of you started seeing one another more frequently.

Merrick is a stoic man and is a hard nut to crack, but for you, his cold exterior melts.

He rides a classic Harley motorcycle, and he loves it when you go on rides with him in the evenings.

When he was a young buck, his ideal date would be something outdoorsy, like camping or going on a roadtrip through a scenic state.

Would set up some blankets and pillows in the bed of his truck as you lay down, looking up at the stars while you talk about all the possibilities of the future.

He also likes going to local dive bar shows to drink and play pool.

Him being the master at pool that he is, he teaches you how to play by standing behind you, grinding up against your ass as he corrects your form with one hand on your hip and the other wrapped around your hand on the stick, whispering dirty words into your ear, quiet enough for only you to hear.

On his wiki page he is described as “stocky”, which is exactly what he is.

He’s big and muscular, but he starts to get a bit of a dad bod as the two of you grow older. He gets a little insecure with it when it first starts happening, but you’re quick to comfort him and tell him how much you love it, he’s like a big squishy teddy bear whenever the two of you cuddle up together.

He’ll let you help shave his beard, which is a privilege only you have ever gotten. He loves how gentle you are with it, as you sit on the counter with him in between your legs as you carefully run the blade down his jaw, smiling at him once you finish up, brushing your hand on the smooth skin.

This man can grill and barbecue. HELLA good. He knows how to make steak, brisket, pulled pork, roasted chicken, burgers, hot dogs, and kebabs. Give this man any meat and he’s firing up the smoker.

Speaking of smoking, when he was younger he used to smoke, but he noticed the way you would cough and struggle whenever he lit one up around you, and he hated doing that to you so he decided you quit. It was hard, but he would never stop appreciating how you stuck through him the entire way through.

He Hated having to leave you for his deployments, but he tried to call you and write to you as much as he could and would never spend time with his team on leave before he spent time with you.

He always loved it when he received Polaroids of you in your letters. He keeps one of them in his wallet to this day, and one of you in a suggestive pose with Lacey lingerie on stuffed into his dresser drawer.

Merrick was rocking a hell of a stool bar mustache before he started growing the full beard out.

This man is hairy as hell, we’re taking chest, face, legs, ass, and especially his junk. He’s bald by choice due to work, but he often shaves it off when he’s on leave as well because he just liked the way it felt. He liked the cool breeze through his scalp.

He doesn’t mind hair on his partner, in fact he adores a bush because it reminds him of the women from the magazines he had in his 20’s.

He’s girthy. We’re talking hella girth. He’s about 6 1/3 inches in length and 2 inches wide.

The first time ya’ll ever got intimate, he made sure to work his magic on you with his fingers and tongue first so he could properly prepare you to take him.

It was hard at first, it stung, and you were sure he was splitting you in half. But eventually, the pain seemed to subside and he was gentle with you, always paying attention to your face and making sure to slow down and give you a break whenever you felt like it was too much.

As your relationship progressed however, he wasn’t as afraid to get a little rough here and there. He loves to leave hickies all over your body right before he leaves for a deployment, hoping they’ll still be there two weeks later.

He’s a big fan of having you ride him, he loves reverse cowgirl in particular so he can watch your ass bouncing up and down on his cock.

He’s an ass man, and he will absolutely grip and spread your ass while you straddle his lap as you make out.

He loves when you wear leathery lingerie. He’s also a big fan of darker, gothier makeup. Ultimately, he loves a dominatrix looking gal.

He will spoil the shit out of you, all you’d have to do is bat your eyes at him and he’d hand over his wallet willingly.

He also loves massages, especially once he starts to get older. His back in particular has him groaning into the pillow as you straddle his hips rubbing the kinks out of his shoulders and back.

He ends up popping the question to you when the two of you are in your thirties, and while the wedding was a small event with a few of his close teammates and your friends, your honeymoon was spent fucking each others brains out in the Swiss alps and cuddling by the fire.

He’ll take it to his grave, but he allowed you to take a picture of him laying naked on a bear rug by the fireplace with a pillow covering his junk. You still have the photo locked away in a box of your most prized belongings.

Anyways, hope ya’ll enjoyed! Inbox is open!

~💌

Taglist: @forsworned @milkteaarttime @blacktacmopsi @keegansshark

[mossyivy]

When Violet was around 2/3, Leon decided to take the two most important girls in the world out for Valentine’s Day.

He came home from work early, a large bouquet of pink tulips and peonies in his hand for you, making you blush and giggle at his sweet gesture like a little girl. But of course he couldn’t forget about his little violet! Leon just had to get his girl a tiny bouquet of wild violets, a purple little bow wrapped around the green stems.

To say that Violet absolutely loved them was an understatement, that girl practically tucked in her flowers every night next to her for the past week.

Leon surprised the three of you and went to the most luxurious restaurant he could find near the two of you. (I feel like he makes quite the pretty penny, but that’s just my opinion!) You and Violet were wearing matching blue dresses, a signiture pink ribbon wrapped around the waist of the dress, two tiny little pigtails on violets head with blue bows.

To say he wasn’t staring at the two of you the entire time was an understatement. His eyes would follow every move of your glossy lips, how you looked at him with so much love in your eyes as he talked, the candles giving you a pretty sparkle. And god, he couldn’t forget about his little flower, his violet. She was just the cutest thing in the world. Playing around with her stuffed bunny plushies while mommy and daddy were acting like two teenagers in love.

- Anon! 🎀

The thought of Leon calling his little girl his little flower has me weeping uncontrollably so thanks for that! And yes, Leon works for the government ofc he makes good money.

The entire dinner it's like you two are love sick puppies. With Leon, he treats you well through the entire time you've been together from first date to however long you've been married he's always been the romantic mushy type for his wife. And he's always just as loving as a father.

And it be super funny watching you two have a nice meal while Violet destroys some chicken tenders and Mac and cheese in her toddler chair. And just hearing her little voice go "ew" and "yucky" every time daddy kisses mommy or mommy leans on daddy. An pouting every time mommy gets a kiss but SHE doesn't??

Violet would make a homemade card for both her parents she in daycare. But even a 3 year olds drawing talents are limited. And the pictures on the cards she drew for each of you were simple. Just a little dog with a bow for her daddy and a bunny with a tie for mommy. But she'd also tape a little piece of candy she stashed away from the last time she went grocery shopping with daddy once she got home... Which was mostly stuck to the card once she was done with said tape. But it's the thought that counts.

I'd imagine once you two got home you'd put Violet to bed and spend some alone time together. Maybe slow dance to your wedding song in the living room and take a nice bubble bath together. Just enjoy each other's presence and time together. Give Leon his gift(s) (😉), some kind of fancy waxing kit for his motorcycle he keeps putting off buying because of how much they cost. But he deserves something he wants.

[cookiesupplier]

Every Rose Has It's Thorns - Part Ten

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc (Talia)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, panic attack.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. Not that it is any easier for the soulmate in question. Thus is the fate for Ricky and Talia. Sooner or later, however, life is bound to collide, but what will happen when it does?

author’s note: Unbeta, reader beware! Sort of a filler chapter.

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @jordynyingling0219 @faceless-mirror @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747 @witchyweeb34 @black-damask1999 @casangel1986

Please ask if you'd like to be tagged, to this story or in general.

~~

Talia was so tired, so, damn tired, she felt like she’d barely slept in days. Not since her call with Ava and started arranging this trip, to be honest... And she could only half blame the fact she’d been stressed off her feet trying to get all these last-minute arrangements made. Vinny had called her and sworn that they could help, but Talia had insisted she could do it, she’d be fine to deal with it.

The moment he started talking about taking care of her travel arrangements she’d put her foot down, no. Just no. She could just hear it in her head. Talia wouldn’t put it past Richard Olson accusing her of taking advantage of the band, of Vinny. That, because she can’t take advantage of him anymore with her fake soulmate mark, she’ll instead take advantage of her best friend's soulmate. No, she’d rather spend her own hard-earned money than let even the slightest hint of her intentionally influencing the situation. She would never want to take advantage, not like this. This wasn’t about perks or advantages, this was about Ava being happy.

So she booked her own flight, and her own hotel, packed her bags, and even packed an extra bag for Ava considering she’d originally only packed for the small time she’d been away for the tour. Sure it meant she had to pay a little bit extra for her luggage, but she made do, Talia was good at packing light herself anyway, so she’d be fine. All in all, when she had gotten on the plane she felt like she’d barely slept in days, and then couldn’t sleep the entire flight no matter how hard she tried to relax. It was safe to say, that she was nothing but a complete zombie by the time she walked off the plane and through the airport and collected her luggage.

Ava had said she’d meet her here, and she’d given her the time of her flight when they talked before she got on the plane. However, as she wheeled her bag, the extra bag for Ava, with her carry-on over her shoulder, manoeuvring them through the airport, she knew shouldn’t be less surprised to see Vinny with Ava there. They were probably joined at the hip with the way she gushed about him now, the fact that she’d chosen not to come home even. Of course, he had to be here with her, she was probably just lucky that Ricky wasn’t too, she supposed she should just be thankful that Ricky wasn’t too, who knows what could be going through their heads right now. Talia just prayed that being here, no tour confining them to a small bus, all living in their own homes, meant she could avoid Ricky like the plague.

He could have his life, and she could stick to getting to know Vinny, just like Ava wanted her to. No, Rick. Nada, at all. Please.

Still now, as she walked her way over to Ava and Vinny, her smile might be tight, but that didn’t mean it was no less bright as Ava practically threw herself at her best friend, her arms wrapped around Talia causing her to drop everything she was carrying.

“Oh, my god, woman, I can barely stand up!”

Ava just laughed, hugging the stuffing out of her right now, her arms so tightly wrapped around her, Talia returned the sentiment with a soft groan,

“I missed you, I missed you so much, T!”

Talia squeezed her arms around Ava’s waist at her hug so tightly, it was like she could breathe again, getting this hug, even if you could say she was hugging her so tight maybe she couldn’t breathe, just a little. When Ava let go, Talia took a deep, breath, catching that breath back with a smile, only to get a surprise, quite the surprise. She didn’t expect to be pulled into a second bear hug from Vinny!

“Oh my god.”

Murmuring a little, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to hug him, it was just one second she was relaxing, and the next she had an arm full of Vin, and she didn’t know what to do with that for a second then. Only he pulled back after a moment, his hug decidedly shorter than Ava’s, but grinning wide all the same,

“Hey, well, any family of Ava’s… and family gets hugs.”

Talia raised an eyebrow at that, smiling slowly before she nodded slightly, approving of the sentiment before his grin seemed to grow a bit more. As they walked to the car, and he talked about meeting his family, she glanced his way, that maybe it was how tired she was, but that surprised her a little, Ava was the one here to meet his family, but she supposed she could as well. She could only hope that there were a few fewer bone-crushing hugs there, she wasn’t sure how many more of those she could handle, she was only tiny, so let Ava field all of those thanks. She was the one who deserved all the love from Vinny and his family anyway. Talia was to be off to the side.

When they got to his car, and they were dragging their bags into the back,

“Thank you so much for bringing some more stuff for me, you have no idea how hard it is to live out of that bus for two weeks. I felt like I couldn’t even stretch without kicking one of them in the face or something, and for once I was the smallest one there.”

Talia gasped, her hand going to her chest as she settled in the back seat of the car, at the jibe, knowing full well that it was her of how short she was. Okay, so she was five foot one, two if she tiptoed it and cheated a little, which she did when it came to measuring against Ava, didn’t mean she had to rub it in!

“Funny, smartass. Good things come in small packages. Besides, no one has complained before.”

Until, and he wasn’t complaining about her being small, he would just prefer she didn’t exist at all, and stop thinking about him, Talia. She wasn’t here for him anyway, she was here for Ava. If Talia has it her way, might even be able to go her whole trip here without having to deal with him at all, it was time off for Vinny after all, she hoped anyway.

Now they were in the car,

“If you guys could just drop me off at my hotel, I am dying for some sleep, I feel like I haven’t slept in days... That would be great.”

Leaning her head back against the cushion of the rear seat and closed her eyes, just trying to relax and get a moment without completely driving off before she got to the hotel, not wanting to have to jolt away and deal with her bags, it would be murder getting back to sleep then. She completely missed the look between the pair in the front seat, Ava shifting in her seat as she cleared her throat.

“Ah, about that T, I kind of, cancelled your reservation.”

Talia admittedly at first didn’t quite catch the meaning of what Ava was saying, so tired she was drifting off, and what Ava was saying felt like a fog in her mind. Humming out a question as to what she meant,

“We were thinking you could stay in with us, at Vinny’s.”

That. Now that got her attention quick smart and she was sitting up properly quickly, her eyes snapping open with an almost grunt from a throat,

“I- what was that? I staying- what?”

She blinked herself back to fully awake from her drifting a little bit, surprised by what Ava was suggesting. As much as she herself would always try to make sure her friends would stay with her if she had one visiting, this was just, it was different. It just felt different. Vinny and Ava were soulmates. Not just soulmates, but new. It felt like after everything that had happened, she’d just be getting in their way. Hadn’t she gotten in the way enough? She was already having to deal with the ongoing prospect of dealing with Rick, but she didn’t want to,

“Listen, Talia, I meant it when I said any family of Ava’s is going to be family of mine, and family doesn’t stay at a hotel, not in my family. I can’t even tell you how many times I camped in the backyard with my cousins over the holidays whenever my cousins would come over so everyone could fit in my parent's house. The best part about living in my own house now is no more camping on the lawn.”

Grinning in the rearview mirror to her, Talia couldn’t help but smile slightly at the infectious laughter that came from the fond memory that Vinny was sharing with her. She forgot sometimes that some families still had such strong bonds, and didn’t grate on each other's nerves for whatever reasons stood between them. Maybe one day it would be Ava and Vinny with their happy family, oh wow, that was a thought.

Groaning,

“Are you sure? It's not going to be weird or anything? I mean, you two have only just gotten together and I don’t want to get in the way. I can afford a ho-”

“It’s not about what you can afford T, you are my sister, you are my best friend, you are everything to me, when my parents died you got me through so much, so please, please, stay?”

Ava had turned in her seat as Vinny stopped to wait at a red light, and Talia looked at Ava quietly. She could say no, she could just say she wasn’t comfortable and stay at another hotel, or somewhere else anyway, she was sure Ava would listen, she wouldn’t be happy about it but she would listen just the same. Swallowing a little.

“Alright, but if it gets too weird, I’m going to pack up for the hotel, I’m warning you now.”

The stern look she gave Ava she knew wasn’t very strong considering how tired she was, not to mention it was met with the way her expression just beamed like the sun at her before she turned back to face the windscreen as the car started moving again through the green light.

“Deal.”

Talia relaxed again against the back seat of the car, glad that they had that sorted, it was going to be interesting, but at least she wasn’t going to have to deal with a stranger's bed. Maybe she’d actually be able to deal with home-cooked meals here, maybe Vinny would let her make dinner to say thank you for letting her stay or something.

“Definitely get a lot of rest today, and tomorrow, I can’t wait for you to meet everyone, it's a bit of a tradition to have a big welcome home barbecue when the tour ends.”

Talia tilted her head, she hadn’t quite drifted off this time,

“Vinny’s family?”

“Not just mine, it's sort of an all-over band thing, everyone will be there, most of our immediate families, well, not everyone of course.”

Not everyone.. Because, not everyone had family that lived in Scranton Pennsylvania, but…

“Vinny,”

Talia paused, she didn’t want to ask, but she felt like she had to ask, just to at least prepare herself for what was going to come, before it hit her in the face tomorrow, and how badly it might hurt.

“He’s going to be there isn’t he?”

The drummer’s silence spoke volumes.

Talia took in a deep breath as she looked out the window with a nod,

“That’s cool, that’s fine, everything, just fine.”

She would just avoid him like the plague, it wasn’t like she had to deal with him at the barbeque, there were going to be plenty of people there, plenty of people for her to meet and involve herself with, why would she just accidentally come across Richard Olson when she didn’t need to? It wasn’t even about him, it was about her, she was tired, and she didn’t want to deal with his anger, his hatred. He wanted to be an asshole, let him, but she didn’t have to put up with it.

[hyenasheep]

Brainstorming random general Junkrat headcanons that i consider as an official canon at this point

I wrote this at 4 am cough

- mother issues, and not in the kinky way but like really bad espresso depresso mother issues. He's like a newborn duck who thinks that anything that comes near to him is his mother (also based of his voice lines i think he was an only child and probably lived only with his mom)

- he doesn't care about what he's wearing, dress, pants, skirts, like he's able to walk around in anything that isn't tight or scratchy

- he sees Roadhog as his father figure/older brother and they just kinda adopted each other without the paperwork (ALSO pls don't take this like I'm trying to shittalk on ppl who ship them, this is just my personal view on their relationship so pls don't yell at me or I'm gonna cry ;-;)

- you can't tell me that my boy doesn't have adhd and ptsd, like C'mon

- he's on aro/ace spectrum, he spend his entire life in wasteland so he's rather looking for family and friends than partner, at least not just a quick flirting etc.

- but I can also see him that something like a personal space doesn't exist for him (he's extremely hungry for any physical touch like someone hug him already holy hell) i feel like he doesn't really understand social interactions (kinnie moment) . Idk how to describe it but like imagine he would randomly walk to you and gave you flowers or smth, just trying to be friendly not realizing smn could interpret it differently

- but also he has no idea what flirting is, like u could hit on him for months and he would be for the entire time like :) 🧍‍♀️"love ya too mate" while patting your head

- he actually can draw pretty well, like the concepts he drew for his bombs etc? He has such a clean lineart holy shit

- hardcore/trash punk and kpop/classic 2000s pop, nothing else.

- literally the biggest fan boy (a little meow meow u can say), Lucio? listens to his music non-stop, Hammond? has his stuffed animals and signed peg leg, Junker Queen? gosh, if he doesn't have at least one lunch box with her, I'm throwing hands than

- the pokémon sodas edition, he would love them, cherishem them, worship them, like if he loves pachimari u can't tell me he wouldn't love strawberry yagult pink soda with Mew on the can

- he's losing his hearing so he uses hearing aids (that he made himself ofc), also him and roadhog know sign language and using it pretty oftenly, during missions, when Junkrat's having a panic attack etc.

- so like ppl say he's egoistic but i think there's a huge difference between his ego and Junker Queens ego, she's very confident and sure about her role/look/skill etc. While Junkrat is more self-ironic and tries to hide that he is actually pretty insecure about pretty much everything

- can speak fluently many languages which always throws everyone off , like he just randomly starts speaking Chinese fluently in a middle of meeting or something, and everyone arevlooking at him like 🧍‍♀️

- shitty phantom pains, he may know how to build his prosthetics from a literal garbage but has no idea when it comes to take care of himself so he just curles up into a ball and sobbs

- he and Roadhog give each other manicures at least once a month, that's the only thing he can actually take care of

- unhealthy addiction to coffee and sweets (someone should take away the coffee machine he has in the workshop) (his teeth are rotten at this point)

- his sleep is more broken than the queuing system (haha funny), usually sleeping like 3 hours per day, that's why the coffee addiction

- if u would show him any kind of love he would start stuttering while trying to come up with smth funny, blushing, sweating and sit on the ground and think about life for the next 30 mins cuz of how much he's not used to being praised

- also my man is a huge emotional wreck, he's getting new emotion every 5 seconds

- honestly i can't decide if the only thing he ever read was a recipe on frozen dumplings or if he's the biggest nerd u can imagine who's walking around with Franz Kafka or Sigmund Freud while sipping his boba tea

- he's missing an eye - I read the theory that he doesn't have an eye and that his fake eye is actually the real treasure with a code or smth, and omg, im obsessed, yes, my boy is like a cool mad max pirate, absolutely canon, at least it would connect him to some actual lore in the story, he's just wobbling around for last 6 years just give him something already;-;

- he likes comics, i just think he likes to inconspicuously steal a new issue of Batman whenever they're pulling a heist

- you know those French toasts that are basically just normal bread soaked in condensed milk? that's his ass

[brokebackmonastery]

self insert intro finally WOOHOO!!

did not have any great art of him. oh well. in any case this is luna-myr eisner (transmasc + any pronouns! you'll usually see me using he/they but anything is alright)! and while he is to a degree a self insert he's also very much like. an OC. because i like to write and that's just how i do self shipping i suppose. anyways further details below :3

(proship/comship DNI)

self insert but also what you would call a bylethsona i suppose. definitely not exactly like canon byleth as you will see. comes paired with custom route i have deemed seafoam star

was sort of half-conscious growing up until sothis awoke. capable of feeling emotion, but cannot truly express them and experiences everything through somewhat of a haze

only people he really had growing up were jeralt (who is his dad ofc) and whatever animals hung out wherever they were staying. was generally not around people his age and even when they were nobody wanted to engage with him because of his "odd" behavior. even adults were put off by him

autistic. who would i be if i did not make my SI autistic

quite merciful for a mercenary. capable of being brutal, but it is reserved for the truly deplorable; for example, often lets thieves trying to steal from well-off folk to keep themselves or their loved ones alive go in secret. does not see these acts of survival as worthy of punishment. wishes he could help them more. however, people are generally not aware of this and are more likely to have heard about the aforementioned brutality.

though they didn't have much choice in taking the monastery job, he was generally okay with it, if not confused. It was their first time in a setting surrounded by so many people his age consistently. understood why seteth did not trust him.

time powers work more in-depth than with canon byleth. can of course use divine pulse, but this also comes with an unusually acute perception of time and the occasional ability to have visions of the past and possible futures. since his body is still technically mortal, these visions often make him feel faint if not entirely pass out. These visions can be shared via touch.

genuinely does not understand what the hell is going on, particularly early game. people seem to think he does or that he's hiding something — he is not. they are just learning to express the confusion they feel.

drawn to claude right away. erm...?

more visibly nabatean than canon byleth after fusing with sothis. pointed ears and reptilian pupils come alongside the green hair. possibly has a few scales here and there on his body as well. claws (and i'm talking CLAWS not just long nails) and fangs. dragon form that he is entirely unaware of until much later. the sort of "transformation" into being more visibly nabatean was like. Painful and lasted roughly a week

teaches all three classes and has a significant connection with them all, but is the homeroom teacher of/is the closest with the golden deer (think like... the teachers rotate who they teach basically. but each have a homeroom they are tied to/spend more time with)

did not even have a chance to choose a side between edelgard and rhea. would not have killed edelgard at rhea's request regardless and approaches her about it before the imperial attack on the monastery to ask if there is any other way. rhea was upset by the idea that he did not side with her unconditionally. they did not want to kill either of them

loves rhea, but does not trust her. Very confused by her actions and only wants the truth from her. Sees her as somewhat of a motherly figure, ironically.

likes drawing, creating jewelry (usually out of bone), sewing, and carving (usually sets of dice). like sitri, loves flowers and will be delighted to see unusual ones. his favorites are any kind of lily. has an affinity for stuffed animals as well

big fan of moths especially luna moths if that was not apparent. goes to see them out in the wild yearly in the short span of time that they are active

also bonus dragon form where he's a weird horsemothlizard as well as a better demonstrarion of the fact that they have straight up Claws. that's all i've got for now. cheers

[k-evans-reads]

Playing With Fire

Chapter 12 - Part Two

Summary: After a change of heart nearly ten years into her career as a pediatric intensive care unit nurse, Ellie Maxwell has moved back home and returned to her old job at the local bakery, where the regulars are the firefighters from down the street. When sparks begin to fly between Ellie and the guarded, closed-off Chris, will anything come of it?

Pairing: Firefighter!Chris Evans X OFC Elizabeth “Ellie” Maxwell

Word Count: 3,980

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: Emotions, angst, arguments.

Previous | Main Masterlist | Playing With Fire Masterlist

5 weeks later 

A warm smile crossed Ellie’s lips as the waitress came to her tiny corner table, placing the big bowl of pasta in front of her. She thanked the waitress before settling into the small cafe on the cold Saturday afternoon. Ellie had the day off from work and she certainly needed it. With Chris getting injured, the past month certainly hadn’t been easy. Although she loved to be with him and help him recover, Chris had proven not to be the easiest patient from being irritable because of not being able to interact with Hazel the same way, to going stir crazy from being inside his house so much and not going to work. 

But thankfully, he’d been given the all-clear to return to normal activity the following week at his doctor’s appointment the previous day, texting Ellie the news as soon as he got out of the office. Ellie knew how much he’d been missing his routine, the guys, and just his normal life in general. All he’d known for the last nearly five years now was filling half of his week with Hazel and the other half with work, but going from that to being home all day everyday, while Hazel went to school and Ellie was working led to a change in his demeanor. He’d been short with everyone, but especially Ellie and Hazel, not like himself, and on edge, to the point of needing reassurances occasionally.

She had texted him this morning to ask how he was doing and if Scott was still coming over to watch some sports games with him on television, but when he didn’t respond, Ellie figured he was sleeping and went about her day, the plans to meet up at his home for dinner in the back of her mind. Ellie was enjoying some time by herself, spending the entire morning in her favorite local bookstore before going out to lunch which is where she was now. 

As her phone buzzed with yet another text in the family group chat, her brother making some joke about her baby nephew, interrupting Ellie’s reading for the hundredth time that afternoon, she impulsively threw her phone on silent and dropped it into her tote bag, needing the time to just relax and decompress. 

Ellie enjoyed the quiet of the rest of her meal as she read her book and sipped on her wine, eventually pulling herself from the cozy cafe once her watch told her it was now early in the evening. She grabbed her bag and headed out to drive toward the house that always brought a smile to her face. She hadn’t even stepped fully inside the home when she heard a small voice yelling out, “ELLIE BELLIE!” 

“Hazie!” Ellie called back, dropping to her knees and holding her arms out as the little girl appeared in the archway to the living room, a huge grin on the tiny face. “I need a big hug!” Ellie laughed, watching as Hazel bounded through the hallway and into her arms, squeezing Ellie tightly.

Hazel pulled back quickly though, grasping Ellie’s hand as she turned and pulled her down the hallway, happily telling her, “Ellie, Ellie, come see my new stuffed animal Uncle Scott got me!” 

“I’ll come look in just a second, I want to say hi to your daddy first,” Ellie replied, glancing around each passing room curiously, trying to find Chris. “Where is he?” 

“He’s making dinner,” Hazel shrugged once they reached the open living room, pointing to the kitchen, where Chris was standing at the stove with his back to them. 

Ellie eyed his frame curiously, able to see the tension in his body. “Making dinner already? Good thing I came now or it looks like I would have missed it!” She laughed to Hazel, watching as the little girl scampered off to her toys, then Ellie made her way into the kitchen. 

Chris finally looked over his shoulder to Ellie, a deep frown on his lips as he stirred a pot of rice. “Well I didn’t know if you were coming,” he muttered, eyes seemingly full of anxiety. 

“Oh, well I guess I should have told you I was on my way,” Ellie shrugged, keeping a smile on her face as she felt Hazel’s eyes on them. “But how are you feeling, honey?” 

Chris shrugged as he turned back around and pulled chicken out of the oven, shoulders tensed as he quietly replied, “Fine.” 

But Hazel interrupted their quiet conversation as her voice carried across the home, calling to them, “Ellie c’mon! Come see my new dinosaur!” 

Her eyes lingered on Chris’ stiff body, seeing the way he was only focusing on stirring the rice in the pot on the stove, not looking at anything but the food. She knew something had to be up but she couldn’t figure out if it was directed at her or just from his anxiousness to get back to his normal routine. She decided to leave it alone for now, following Hazel into the living room where she showed her the new stuffed animal. The pair stayed in the living room until Chris told them dinner was ready but that same awkward dynamic carried all through the meal. 

Although Hazel was busy talking Ellie’s ear off most of the meal, Chris couldn’t seem to string together more than two words, mostly pushing his food around on his plate instead. Ellie kept stealing glances at him, thinking for the first time that maybe his mood in the last month was because he wasn’t looking forward to returning to work, returning to the life that only afforded him such limited time with Hazel, leading to this version of himself that reminded Ellie of the closed-off firefighter she met back in November.  

But it wasn’t until Hazel scampered off to play in the small - and rarely used - playroom in the front of the home with Dodger that Chris finally came out of his self-imposed shell as he and Ellie cleaned up from dinner. Her phone buzzed from its spot on the kitchen counter with a text from Amanda, accompanied by a picture of Nathan in his little Valentine’s Day themed pajamas. With her heart melted, Ellie moved towards Chris’ spot at the counter, where he was putting leftovers in a container. A large grin was on Ellie’s face when she stood next to him, holding her phone out and telling him, “Chris, you have to come see this cute picture of my nephew!” 

His eyes darted to the side, landing on the phone, but his face remained in the deep-set frown it had been in for nearly an hour now. “I’m glad to know your phone is working,” he told her quietly, avoiding her eyes as he moved to the refrigerator. 

Ellie’s brows furrowed as she watched him, putting her phone down on the counter to cross her arms over her chest as she asked, “What do you mean? It wasn’t ever broken.” 

Chris shrugged as he loudly shut the fridge door, eyes landing on her as he annoyedly said, “Well I just thought that maybe you weren’t getting messages since you ignored me all day.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

Chris pointed at the same phone that was sitting face down on the black countertop, his voice nearly as furious as she’d ever heard it as he told her, “You might want to take a look at your notifications.” 

Ellie was quiet as she reached for the phone, thumbing to her notifications. Her heart dropped as she saw three calls and eight text messages, all from Chris in the last four hours. “Oh Chris, I’m so sorry,” she breathed, eyes wide as she looked up and met his furious ocean blue eyes. “I turned my phone on silent when I was at lunch and I guess I forgot to check it again.” 

But his brows quickly furrowed, confusion of his own finally flooding his expression. “At lunch? I thought you said you didn’t have plans today?” 

Ellie shrugged, feeling annoyed at having to stupidly defend her own last-minute plans to him. Her boyfriend. “I didn’t, I just went to the bookstore and then out to lunch and I sat and read one of my books,” she explained. 

“And in all that time you couldn’t find time to send one text?” 

“I’m sorry, I forgot to check my phone,” she repeated, voice frustrated as she scoffed. “What was going on? Were you okay?” 

Chris shrugged with a clenched jaw. “Yeah I just had no fuckin’ clue where you were,” he ground out.

“Is that why you’ve been acting so weird? Just because you didn’t know where I was?” Ellie asked, eyebrows raising and taking his silence for an answer as he fiddled with a dish rag. “Chris, I’m sorry I didn’t answer your calls, I really am. I didn’t mean to worry you, but it was my day off and I guess-”

“You said you weren’t doing anything!” 

“I wasn’t! I just went to lunch and the bookstore!” 

“I don’t know that I believe that,” Chris muttered, tossing the balled-up dish rag onto the counter. 

“I can’t-” Ellie went to throw her hands in the air, but suddenly straightened up as she saw Hazel wander into the room. With a serious look to Chris, she turned her attention to Hazel, asking the girl, “Did you need something, Hazel?” 

Hazel shrugged, rocking on the balls of her feet as she remembered, “The other day you said we could make cookies together,” and looked to Ellie with a hopeful expression.

Ellie sighed quietly, nodding and glancing at Chris, watching as he nodded to Ellie. With his permission - and a quick glance at the time - Ellie replied, “You’re right, I did. But once we’re done, it’s bedtime, okay?” 

Hazel eagerly agreed, promising she’d go right to bed as she went over to drag over the little stool. With anger still flowing between Chris and Ellie, she was thankful for the break to process her feelings while Chris practically stormed out of the room, calling out that he was taking Dodger for a walk. Ellie tried to push away her feelings for the moment, leaving them to churn at the back of her mind while she began pulling ingredients out of Chris’ pantry, preheating the oven and leading Hazel through the steps for the chocolate chip cookie recipe. 

Ellie didn’t even lift her eyes when Chris came back in later on, walking right by the kitchen and going to the couch while she moved cooled cookies into a container, allowing Hazel to “sneak” a cookie for herself every once in a while. But once the last batch was out of the oven, Ellie reminded Hazel of her promise to go right to bed when they were done. 

As Hazel climbed down off of her stool and made her way over to where Chris was waiting by the hallway, the little girl paused and turned around, asking, “Bellie, will you tuck me in?” 

A fond smile slipped onto Ellie’s lips as she shook her head, glancing between father and daughter, telling them, “I don’t know that you dad would like me taking his job.” 

“Daddy can’t tuck me in very good because he still can’t lift me up,” the little girl replied simply with a shrug of her shoulders as she looked at Ellie with wide, innocent eyes. 

Ellie’s eyes shot up to look at Chris, seeing the way he was dodging her gaze and scratching the back of his neck. She expected him to correct Hazel, telling her what he’d told Ellie all week - that he felt back to normal and was now allowed to go back to normal activity - but he didn’t, instead just nudging her and telling her it was time for bed. Without a word between them, Ellie just walked over, picking up Hazel and carrying her up the stairs with Chris behind her to tuck the sweet curly headed girl into bed. 

Ellie left the room quickly with a smile and kiss to Hazel’s forehead, the smile dropping as soon as she reached the hallway and gave Hazel and Chris privacy. Anger flooded Ellie as she mulled over Hazel’s words, suddenly realizing he’d been lying to her for weeks about how he felt. For so long, it was just “I feel okay, the doctors just are worried about my ankle, Elles,” without any mention of a twinge of pain beyond the first three weeks. But here he was, a day after being cleared by the doctor, and Ellie was just now finding all of this out, leading her to think that he likely lied to the doctor as well.  

As Chris wandered in with Dodger behind him, proverbial tail-between-Chris’-legs as he nervously glanced at Ellie. She was seated on the leather sectional, a basketball game on the large TV with the volume remaining at a slightly-louder-than-usual level. “Well nice to know you haven’t been telling me the truth about your ribs,” she dryly said, a deep frown on her face. 

Chris sighed, tilting his head back and trying to tell her, “I’m fine.” 

“No you’re not if you still can’t lift Hazel,” Ellie pointed out, her voice rising sharply before she deflated, emotion flooding her.  “You lied to me… repeatedly.” 

Chris scoffed with a shake of his head, “That’s the pot calling the kettle black,” from where he was leaning against the open archway to the living room, his arms coming to rest across his chest. 

Ellie’s face fell and she watched his movements carefully, cataloging every slow action and slight frown as he raised his arms. She couldn’t get his accusation out of her head, the confusion at the likening of his lies to something she’d done. “Would you like to tell me what that means?” 

He rolled his eyes, jaw clenched as he tiredly - as if it was so obvious he shouldn’t even have to explain it to her - informed her, “It means that if you were really just sitting reading a book today you would have been able to text me back.” 

She reared back, standing up. Her face was settled in a deep frown as she looked at his seemingly uncaring expression, asking him, “And where is it that you think I was, Chris?” 

He shrugged, kicking his foot out and back and eyes dropping to watch Dodger as he laid down on the floor in front of the fireplace. “I don’t know, you tell me,” he shrugged again. 

“I did tell you!” She insisted, shaking her head. Ellie felt entirely aghast at his insistence that she was lying to him, lying to the man she loved so dearly that she couldn’t imagine ever loving anyone or anything as much. 

He rolled his eyes again, his voice finally raising to match hers, but with a sideways glance over his shoulders towards the stairs. “You expect me to believe you avoided my calls because you were busy reading? Who were you with at lunch, Elizabeth?” He demanded, eyebrows shooting up as he looked at her expectantly. 

Ellie’s face and heart fell as she realized what he was so clearly implying, quietly asking him, “...Do you think I was with another guy?” 

He was quiet for several long moments, leading Ellie to believe he didn’t want to admit it - or admit what he was hinting at - either. Finally, he shrugged, swallowing nervously as he looked at his feet and whispered, “Wouldn’t be the first time someone was cheating on me while I was like this.” 

And all at once, everything clicked inside of Ellie’s brain. She thought back to months ago when Chris had told her the first time he found out about Ashlee cheating on him was because of being home earlier from work since he had gotten hurt. His irritable nature and on edge temper was a lot easier to understand now that the truth had just been laid bare. 

With a deep breath, Ellie touched his arms, gently moving them away from his chest and down to his sides before she held his hand in hers. “Chris, come sit down,” she practically instructed him, walking side-by-side with him until they reached the couch. She watched as he sat down, the fallacy of being completely healthy dropping as he carefully sat down in a way that was reminiscent of several weeks ago. “Do you really think I was cheating on you today?” 

His cheeks flushed with shame - and embarrassment - at her words as he shook his head, then shrugged, then sighed. “I don’t… I don’t know,” he admitted. 

Ellie let out a soft sigh, not wanting to shame him for his fears and anxieties at all, but also frustrated at the leaps and bounds he spiraled into creating this idea in his mind. “Honey, I understand that you’ve been through a lot with Ashlee. I know that damaged you and it’s hard to trust, but hearing you say that you think I cheated on you just breaks my heart. I can’t believe you’d think that of me,” she confessed, shaking her head and squeezing her eyes shut. 

His eyes and facial expression reflected her own nearly horrific feeling inside, Chris telling her, “I just never would have thought Ashlee would have done that either but she did.” 

With a tight press of her lips, Ellie squeezed his hand in hers, causing him to look at her in the eyes. “Chris, have I ever given you reason not to trust me?” She asked, raising a single brow at him.

“...No.” 

“Then I need you to rely on that. Rely on who I’ve shown you that I am,” she encouraged, a hand moving to rest on his thigh over his sweatpants. “Our relationship isn’t ever going to work if you can’t trust me or judge me based on your past experiences. You can’t do what you did today.” 

“I know,” he breathed, shaking his head as it hung in shame before he looked back up at her eyes. “I’m sorry Ellie. I love you and I do trust you and I’m sorry I got so crazy.” 

“I love you too,” she smiled, the hand on his thigh moving to run through his thick brown hair, eyes moving over his apprehensive face. “But I think that maybe you should go see a therapist to work through some of these issues.” 

He nodded as he took in her words, a deep breath raking through him as he agreed, “I think you’re right.” 

A smirk spread across Ellie’s face and she knocked her shoulder into Chris’, asking, “Sorry, what was that? Can you say that again?” 

“I said you were right,” he repeated with another grin and shook his head. “I’ll find someone this week.” 

Ellie nodded, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. “And next time you’re feeling some of this, I want you to talk to me,” she whispered. “That’s the only way we’re going to get through some of this stuff because I certainly can’t do this every time I get wrapped up reading a book.” 

“I know I shouldn’t have let myself spiral,” he said, tone critical. “I just got in my own head about what happened before, and then not being able to have sex because of my ribs made me worried you’d maybe be looking elsewhere like Ashlee did. But that wasn’t fair and I am sorry.” 

She nodded as she mulled over his words, mentally beating herself up for not recognizing the cues sooner but also recognizing the sheer absurdity of the situation, and how inappropriate Chris had been. “It’s okay Chris, but that’s another thing you have to be more honest about is your pain,” she pointed out to him cautiously.  “I think you need another week off of work if your ribs are still hurting.” 

Chris nodded as his head tilted back against the cushion. Ellie knew it was the right path, the only path forward with healing for him. He couldn’t be so reckless, so insistent on getting back to real life without having the proper time to prepare for it. “I’ll call in tomorrow,” he agreed. 

Ellie watched as he let out a long sigh and settled comfortably onto the couch - finally, now that their fight was done - with a glance to her before his eyes found the NBA game on the television. Now that they weren’t fighting to not be overheard by the little girl sleeping upstairs, Ellie turned the game volume back down to an appropriate level. Several long minutes went by, spent in shared silence before Ellie murmured, “Although if you keep being this grouchy, maybe I will send you back to work early. Maybe then I’ll get my Chris back. I miss that guy.” 

Chris huffed out a laugh, shaking his head as he admitted, “Work isn’t why I’m grouchy… more like not being able to have you.” 

Ellie laughed as well, knowing it was true. She’d been cautious around him with his injuries - to the point of some frustration on Chris’ end at their lack of shared alone time given they’d just begun to hit their stride when he got injured. Ellie turned her body, leaning her elbow on the back of the couch and facing Chris, she asked, “Oh so I’ve made a monster then, haven’t I?” 

“Looks like it.” 

Ellie laughed at Chris’ response before she told him she’d be right back and asked if he needed some Advil, to which Chris quickly nodded, explaining Hazel had been a bit too enthusiastic earlier when he’d picked her up from Ashlee’s and he was still feeling the effects all these hours later. 

She returned from the kitchen with water, the medicine, and her book, sitting on the couch next to Chris with her feet tucked underneath her. One hand held her book on her lap as she opened it to the page she’d left off on earlier and one hand was quickly grasped by Chris. His eyes stayed on the television as he absent-mindedly played with her fingers. 

The shift in their moods did not go unnoticed by Ellie, but she didn’t see it as unwelcome. She also couldn’t help but think back on their growth in the past three months, in how much they’d grown individually and together. While much of their time together had revolved around big conversations and discussions about their pasts and emotions, it led them to here, and here was a place where they’d pushed through each wall and boundary that they’d still held and were on the other side. And while tonight was not their ideal hangout, both of them likely preferring to be alone to be able to do some other activities, Ellie wouldn’t rather be doing anything else with anyone else. 

This was where she was happiest, with the man she so desperately loved humming next to her as his eyes tracked the basketball, his hand playing with her own, and with his snoring dog in front of the fireplace while his young daughter slept soundly in her bed upstairs. It was far from perfect, but it was something Ellie had begun to crave with every fiber of her being when she wasn’t here. It felt like home. 

A/N: We can't wait to hear your thoughts! We will miss posting over our break but will hopefully make some headway in catching up on our writing!

[rebeccccccaaa]

Ѕтдсч’ѕ Мом

_________________________

ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏғғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary: fucking stacy’s mom dude; what else is there to say?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: milf!nat good god, age gap [not established but over 21 cuz drinks lol and pretty big but consensual ofc], major mommy kink lol, unnecessarily using the phrase ‘stacy’s mom’ too much, i might end doing another part even though it’s a long one

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: stacy’s mom has got it going on ;)

__________________________

“Did you hear me?” Stacy asked you.

“Huh?” you snapped your head back to her completely unsure of what she said.

You two were hanging around the pool soaking in the sun. It was summer and your college classes didn’t start for another six weeks. You’ve been spending your summer with Stacy and her mom at her beach/fucking big ass mansion in California.

Stacy’s mom worked as an architect or something back home in New York with Stark Industries so to say they were rich would be a huge understatement. She was practically a billionaire like the owner himself. Also the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever laid your eyes on. You’ve had a crush on her since the day you met her back home in New York.

“I asked if you wanted to order pizza? We can get something else but I’m not cooking without my mom,” she giggled.

The day that Stacy’s mom went back to New York for a business trip you guys attempted to make pancakes. Fucking pancakes. And almost burned down the house. Everyday since, you guys have been buying and ordering delivery on everything; she had the money so.

“Oh sure that’s cool. Maybe we can go pick up some beer too?” you suggested.

“I like the way you think, Y/l/n,” Stacy said, pulling out her phone.

You laid back down letting the sun warm your skin before you turned your head back to Stacy.

“When is your mom coming back?”

“Um, I’m not sure but probably sometime this weekend, she shouldn’t have been gone that long. Why? You miss her? Like her more than me?” Stacy jokes, making you flush and get defensive.

“What? No, I was just asking,” you told her.

“Hey, relax I’m just messing with ya,” she laughed.

You breathed out heavily and tried to distract your thoughts but you weren’t doing a good job as you instantly started thinking about Stacy’s mom. Goddammit. You two went inside and heard a knock on the big glass front door and Stacy ran to get the door. The pizza is probably here.

You went ahead to the guest room you occupied and instantly took a cold shower. You were sweaty and overheated from sunbathing not from the insensitive thoughts about Stacy’s mom bending you over the side of the pool as she pumped her fingers in and out of you whispering the filthiest things in your ear, definitely not from that.

You came out and the smell of greasy pizza overcame you. You walked into the kitchen finding the pizza sitting on the counter and you walked over to grab your slice. You stuff the slice in your mouth before turning to grab a beer from the fridge. You grabbed the beer and shut the fridge door only to be completely taken by surprise.

“Got enough for one more gal?” your eyes widen and your breath hitched making you almost choke on the pizza still stuffed in your mouth. You pulled the pizza out and chewed rapidly as her gorgeous smile widened at your flustered state.

“Miss Romanoff, you’re back,” you said, your mouth still full.

“Yup, just got back,” she nodded towards the baggage piled by the living room couch.

“Cool,” you swallowed audibly.

“Mom! You’re back,” Stacy came in; thankfully.

“Hi hon. You two holding up with delivery and junk?” she joked nodding towards the pizza on the counter and in your hand along with the beer.

“Hey, we tried to cook something but we almost burnt the house down so we just gave up,” Stacy explained, grabbing a greasy slice of pizza.

“Ugh, you girls need to learn how to cook. This stuff isn’t good for you to have all day everyday.”

“Well, if you hadn’t left us,” Stacy said sarcastically with a mocking grin.

“Trust me, I didn’t want to,” she said, looking at you.

A few hours had passed and you sat in the living room watching movies with Stacy and her mom. The movie was quite scary since those were Stacy’s favorite and during a particular quiet and suspenseful scene your stomach growled embarrassingly loud causing both of the women to snap their heads to you.

“I- I’m so sorry, I’m really hungry,” you mumbled shyly.

“Lemme order something,” Stacy said, grabbing her phone.

“No, no, no. you girls are done with the takeout. Come on; go wash your hands. We’re gonna cook something together.”

You and Stacy stood at the counter covered in flour tiredly kneading dough with your hands. Stacy’s mom grew up in Russia and she wanted to teach you guys how to make her favorite dish that her mom always made for her for lazy summer nights just like this one.

“Ugh, my hands hurt,” Stacy complained.

“That means you're doing it right,” her mom snickered.

She came up behind you closer than you’d like peering over your shoulder like a vulture. She rested her hand on either side of you cagin you in, pressing against the counter suggestively. You breathing quicken and you could feel her breath fanning over your shoulder and chills erupted all over your skin.

“You doing alright?” she asked you, of which you silently nodded afraid that your voice would betray you embarrassingly in front of her and her daughter.

“Good girl,” she whispered, squeezing your hip making you jolt.

“You good?” Stacy chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said sneaking a glance at Stacy’s mom who carried mischief in her eyes.

You continued to slowly but surely make your dinner for the night until suddenly the doorbell rang and echoed across the gigantic house.

“Expecting company, you two?” Stacy’s mom asked.

“Not that we know of?” Stacy said wiping her hand on her apron before scurrying to the front door.

“You’re doing so good, Y/n,” Stacy’s mom teased.

“Th- Thank you,” you mumbled timidly.

“Of course. Anytime, hon,” she whispered getting closer to you.

“Miss Romanoff,” you whispered, turning your head.

“Yeah?” she smiled softly, her lips impossibly close to yours.

“I- uh, you’re-”

“What are you guys doing?” Stacy asked.

“Y/n’s got something in her eye; poor thing,” she said and you instantly started blinking quickly and rubbing your eye, feigning that uncomfortable feeling.

“Oh no, do you need eye drops?” Stacy asked sincerely, guess she bought it.

“No, I think I’m ok,” you told her quickly.

That’s when you actually registered your surroundings again after being suffocated by Stacy’s mom’s perfume and lusting atmosphere. God, you want this woman to fuck you so badly.

“What’re you doing here?” Stacy’s mom asked in her usual playful manner.

“Well, I wanted to surprise Stacy by taking her to a weekend getaway in Malibu; had I known you had guests. I don’t mean to exclude you,” Jason, Satcy’s boyfriend arrived without notice.

“Oh, it’s ok. I’ve been here all summer. You should go; spend some summertime with your boyfriend for a bit,” you smiled at Stacy.

“Really? I don’t want to leave you all alone,” Stacy said.

“She won't be alone; she’ll be with me,” Stacy’s mom said smirking at you; she pressed her hand to your lower back making you stiffen.

“Think you can handle my mom for the entire weekend alone?” Stacy said laughing but you weren’t.

“Can you?” her mom teased.

“I’ll try,” you said shakily. You were not ready.

“Ok, ok. Let me go pack,” Stacy said, turning to Jason excitedly.

Jason followed in pursuit hot on her heels leaving you alone for a moment with her mom. She caged you in her arms as she did before, pressing her hips flushed against your bottom. You gasped softly feeling her cold hands riding up your back under your shirt.

“Miss Romanoff,” you choked.

“Nat; we’re close, aren’t we?” she whispered in your ear.

“What are you doing?” you felt her nails lightly scratching your back making you shudder.

“We’re gonna have the whole weekend to ourselves, hon,” she smirked devilishly.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when her hands brushed to your front, her thumbs grazing the bottom of your breasts.

“Ok, all ready; I think,” you heard Stacy and her boyfriend coming down the stairs. Nat, pushed her herself off you and walked over to her daughter and her boyfriend, swaying her hips just a little bit more than usual knowing you’d kept your eyes subtly trained on them.

“Have fun you two. We’ll see you guys Monday?”

“Monday night,” Jason said.

“Bye mom. Bye, Y/n.”

You waved them off with a small smile, your stomach doing flips anticipated what the hell this woman had in store for you. If she was even going to lay a hand on you, you had no fucking idea. You just stay still, absolutely unmoving, behind the counter.

“Alright, hon. Let’s finish this dinner,” Nat said, turning to you.

Throughout finishing cooking, Nat kept her hands to herself but that didn’t mean she stopped teasing you. Every time you did something correctly, she whispered praises to you that made you wet, arousal pooling between your thighs uncontrollably.

You sat at the counter next to her quietly eating what you made with her help. She watched you carefully to see if you’d like the food and you weren’t going to lie, the food was amazing.

“You did it all by yourself, малышка. Such a good girl you are,” she whispered making you tremble. She picked up your empty plate and carried it to the sink. You sat still in your seat before Nat came up behind, moving your hair from your shoulder and neck. She leaned down and pressed her lips lightly against your burning skin.

“Miss Romanoff,” you said suddenly standing abruptly.

“Yes, hon,” she said.

“W- we, we can’t-” you heavily stuttered.

“Ok,” she responded.

“Wh- what?”

“Ok; I’m sorry,” she stepped away from you. You don’t know why you were so surprised, you literally told her to stop.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Good night, hon,” she said walking away.

When she was out of sight you huffed deeply feeling like you could finally breathe normally again. You trotted hastily upstairs seeing as Nat was seemingly in her room. You walked up to her door cautiously, light peering from under the door; reaching for the handle but ultimately shied away thinking about the fact that she was your best friend’s mother.

“Fuck, this is wrong,” you said to yourself frustratingly.

You went to your own room closing the door as quietly as possible. You tried to occupy your mind as best as you could running a shower, brushing your teeth, even re-folding your clothes that were already tucked neatly in your drawers. You couldn't shake the feeling of the way her lips felt against your skin.

You were so desperate to be in that position again and Stacy’s out of the house; the opportunity was perfect but of course you cowarded away running off to your room lying to yourself that you didn’t desperately want to spend the night in her bed.

You looked at the time and saw that it was around ten at night deciding it was late enough to hit the sheets; not the ones you want but whatever at point honestly. That proved to be a huge struggle as you tossed and turned for hours. Everytime you close your eyes you're met with those beautiful emerald green eyes that you find yourself getting lost in everytime you see them.

“Ugh, shit,” you groaned, unable to sleep.

You stood up abruptly throwing your sheets to the floor paying no mind to the mess you made. You swung the door open and stomped to her room. You were furious that this woman, who clearly didn’t do anything, was keeping from sleeping peacefully as you had been in the previous nights.

You stood silently in front of her door breathing heavily. What were you thinking? What were you gonna do; yell at this poor woman who didn't do anything? But she did. She kissed you.

“Are you gonna stand out there like a creep or are you gonna let yourself in?” her muffled voice came from beyond the door and your eyes widened.

You hastily turned the knob to her door finding her resting beautifully in the golden dimmed light on her large white bed; the sheets so fluffy she looked like an angel resting on a cloud. She had a book in hand, it was Russian so you couldn’t understand the words. But nevermind that, you stood in front of the closed door with an angry expression on your face.

“Now what’s got your panties in a twist, hon?” she asked, a smirk playing on her naturally red lips.

“You,” you retorted.

“And what do you want me to do about those panties?” she closed her book, setting it on her night stand. God, why did she say it like that?

“I can’t sleep.”

“Why’s that?” she knows why; she’s got you wrapped around her dainty little finger.

“You kissed me,” you said quickly.

“Uh, correction. I kissed your neck,” she swung her legs over the edge of the bed to stand up.

“You- you, you put your hands on me. And- and, and you stopped.”

“Because you said to,” she walked up to you, making your stomach flip.

“I didn’t really mean it,” you whispered shyly.

“Really?” she whispered back.

“Do you want me to put my hands on you again?” she asked seductively.

You hesitated refusing to look her in those perfect green eyes because you know you fall when you do.

“Look at me and use those big girl words,” she whispered, her breath fanning across your face.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?” she teased.

You looked up at her letting out a shaky breath. You were about to pass the point of no return and looking into those hypnotizing sage eyes you wanted nothing more than to let her have her way with you.

“Please kiss me,” you whimpered.

Nat grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you flushed against her body kissing you feverishly. Your eyes fluttered closed, moving your lips with hers. Her hands ran up under your shirt ghosting your skin making your skin burst into chills. You practically trembled under her cold hands.

“Красотка,” she whispered against your lips.

“Huh?’ you mumbled dazed and confused by the sudden change of dialect; that was very hot keep in mind.

“абсолютно очаровательны,” she chuckled.

“Wha-?” you stuttered. What the fuck just happened?

She lifted her hands up your body as did you, lifting you shirt off your body. She practically growled at the sight of your breasts. She leaned down, licking along the valley of your breasts peering up at you with those big eyes you loved so much.

She kneeled to the ground pulling your pajama bottoms down your legs torturously slowly. You wiggled your knees back and forth whining at her teasing but she simply nipped and kissed your legs chuckling at your eagerness. She rubbed your legs softly standing up and rested her hands on your hips.

“You are so beautiful,” she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you,” you said timidly.

“Come here, Красотка,” you followed her to the bed and you excitedly crawled to the center. Nat stayed standing smirking at your hypnotized expression as she peeled her shirt off her body and dragged her shorts and panties down her legs. She crawled to you with a playful smile on her lips and sat directly in front of you.

You grinned climbing onto her lap kissing her softly. Her hands ran lightly up your back as her lips moved smoothly against yours. You could feel her perky nipples brushing yours pulling soft moans from you. Her hand made its way into your hair tugging the strands to pull your head back. Her lips instantly falling to the skin of your neck sucking marking you as hers. Your breathing became static and heavy and Nat chuckled at your inexperience.

“Tell me, Y/n, have you ever been with a woman before?” she whispered in your ear, her breath making you shiver.

You shook your head.

“Words, Красотка,” she gripped your chin harshly.

“No; never,” you whispered.

“Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you, little one,” she chuckled darkly.

“Oh god,” you moaned.

“You want mommy to show you a good time?” she snickered.

“Please.”

“Lay back, baby. Mommy’s gonna be right back,” she said kissing you softly. Your stomach fluttered as you patiently waited laying on her incredibly soft bed. You turned your head to watch her leave ever so elegantly; her bottom swaying teasingly as she disappeared into her closet. She walked out with a huge strap and some silk ties and your legs started to shake from excitement? Fear? Both? Yeah, both.

“Safe word?”

“Milf,” you said cheekily, making her laugh out loud.

“Funny.” she mocked, shaking her head.

“Arms up. You let me know if it gets too much ok?” she said cupping your face sweetly.

“Ok; mommy,” you grinned before she kissed you quickly.

She moved up your body straddling your waist to tie the silk ropes around your wrists and the bedframe. You could feel the warmth from her core grinded against you and you felt yourself grow hot under her and bit your lip shyly. She peered down at your flustered state and smirked, proudly seeing you already squirming haven’t even laid a finger on you. She tugged harshly on the knots making sure you had nowhere to go and your stomach flipped when you tested it and you were unable to move your arms from their newfound position.

“Are you gonna tie my legs too?” you asked.

“We’ll take it easy the first night?” First night?

She stood at the foot of the bed staring lustfully into your eyes as she put on the strap, settling comfortably around her hips. She spit in her hand before wrapping it around the standing faux cock pumping and coating it with her saliva. You couldn't help the way you instinctively squeezed the thighs shut in an attempt to relieve yourself.

“Open those pretty legs sweetie. Let mommy take a look at your gorgeous pussy,” her words made you moan softly as you complied.

“So beautiful,” she whispered, almost to herself but you could hear her delicate words.

Her hands came up your thighs and placed them over her own. She brought her fingers down to your core and circled her finger around your entrance. You’ve been aroused since the moment she first pressed her lips against your skin downstairs; to say you were wet was an understatement, you were practically dripping already. She grinned devilishly before pushing her fingers past your folds slowly.

“We're gonna have to stretch you out if this fat cock is gonna fit inside you,” she told you.

You moaned feeling how cold her fingers were, but you loved it. Her thumb came up and pressed firmly against your clit before circling languidly. Your brows furrowed at the pleasure she was stimulating and you bit your lip trying your hardest to not moan like a pornstar.

“I wanna hear you, Красотка,” she pulled your bottom lip from between your teeth.

“Ugh, mommy. That feels so good,” you breathed out.

“Just wait til mommy gets to stuff her cock in this tight little pussy,” she practically growled. Her fingers moved faster in and out of you and you felt that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach, a feeling you often got when you thought about her with your hand between your thighs, starting to build.

“Ah shit, I’m gonna come, mommy!” you whined, tugging on the ropes.

“You wanna come? Come for mommy, Красотка,” she whispered.

Your stomach tightened and your legs squeezed tightly around her waist as you gushed all over her fingers. When you slowly came down from your first orgasm, she brought her fingers to her mouth sucking them clean. Her enchanting green eye locked with yours as she did so; god that was so hot.

“So fucking sweet,” she moaned. She grabbed her faux cock and rubbed the tip along your entrance and you jolted at the feeling.

“You gotta breathe baby, breathe,” she pushed her hips forward and your body tensed up at the stretching her cock was doing to you. Her hands grabbed your waist as she slowly began thrusting her hips in and out. You back arched off the bed; becoming a moaning mess under the stunning redhead.

Nat held a blissful expression watching you write beneath her. It had been so long since she’s ravished another in her bed. And she’s kept an eye on you for a while. You were this sweet little thing that walked through the elevator doors back home in New York and Nat knew she wanted you.

She’s always known and saw the way you let your eyes linger. The way you stuttered when she asked you a question. The way you’d instantly freeze when she grazed her fingers over your waist, or pressed her hand on your lower back to get past you for whatever. Most of the time it was just an excuse to get close to you.

You made her feel young again. Reminded here what it was like to be desired by another woman. She knew you would never muster up the courage to actually make some sort of move, especially since you are always with Stacy. Tonight was a perfect opportunity and it terrified her for that moment that she had fucked up and scared you off. She really cared about you and for you; and hurting you was damn near about to kill the woman.

“You're taking mommy’s cock so well, Красотка,” she cupped your face.

You started grunting and whining practically yanking at the restraints. Grinding your hips in rhythm with her thrust desperately chasing your second release. God, the woman made you come once and now you’re completely and utterly addicted to her.

“Now, don’t get greedy, little one. Mommy’s giving all she can; do you need to be punished? I can walk away-”

“No! Please, mommy! Don’t leave me, please,’ tears brimmed your ears; you didn’t even want to think about not being her arms right now.

“Ok, then be a good girl and stop whining like a little brat. Is that what you are? Just a greedy whore desperate for mommy’s cock?” her words made you moan and squirm even more.

“No, I’m sorry mommy,” you choked out.

“Oh, Красотка,” she sighed.

She quickly pulled out, making you almost scream. You quickly let out a string of apologies but she simply grabbed your hips and flipped you over to your stomach. She brought her hand up and striked down smacking your cheek so loud it frightened you. However the sting felt so delicious and you shudder secretly wanting more. Her hand ran up your back grabbing your hair harshly to pull your head back; her body molding perfectly against you as she spoke in your ear.

“Красотка, mommy wanted to go easy on you tonight but if you want to act like a whore, you’ll get fucked like one.”

“Fuck!” you cried when she rutted her hips back into you from behind.

Her hand grabbed the globes of your ass, kneading the hot flesh from her spanks. Your upper body was being propped by your elbows until Nat hit a particular spot inside you that made you collapse. Nat smiled proudly to herself, continuing to drive her hips into you.

“Красотка, I can tell you want to come,” she said.

“Yes! Please, mommy let me come! Your cock feels so good,” you moaned muffled by the sheets your face was buried in.

“Go ahead, Красотка. Let go all over Mommy’s cock,” she granted.

“Fuck!” you back arched and your head was thrown back; your toes curled.

You practically trembled feeling Nat’s faux cock hit deeper inside you than any other partner, which wasn’t many to begin with, had ever reached before. Your eyes rolled so far back you felt like you were about to pass out. You’ve never been in such a euphoria high quite like this before and it was overwhelming. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you cried Nat’s name until everything went black for a moment.

You pried your tired eyes open realizing you were tucked closely by Nat’s side.

“There she is,” Nat cooed.

“I didn’t hurt, did I?” she asked softly.

“No, I feel great,” you giggled.

“You did so well, Красотка,” she kissed your forehead, cuddling you closer.

“What does that mean? The name you called me,” you asked.

“It means ‘beautiful girl’,” she whispered looking into your eyes.

Fucking hell, you were falling in love with this woman more and more with every passing second. You casted your eyes away shyly but she cupped your face and made you look at her again.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” she teased.

“I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with Stacy’s mom,” you told her.

She smiled softly before kissing you passionately, literally taking your breath away. No other words were exchanged. You simply closed your eyes and basked in what could be the only night you get to spend with someone as perfect as Natasha.

==================

ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ: (For all my work)

@mathletemadison​

@buckybarnes101​

@l-sofiamia-l

@pluto-grl

@partr1dge

@stefans-wife

ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ: (Natasha’s Fics)

@natasha-danvers

@fayhar

@mitchiesdungeon

[randomstuffigwo]

Anon: hey your writing is godly and amazing ❤️❤️❤️❤️ would you be willing to write more spamton? sfw, nsfw, or anything in between

Ofc! While I was gonna put out some rouxls kaard content it got deleted wooops

So more spamton for you simps! And thank you so much!

Spamton headcanons pt.3 electric boogaloo

THIS FUCKER HAS TAKEN OVER MY BRAIN HE IS ALL I THINK ABOUT

Desperate!!! Desperate!!! He wants your attention on him all the time!!

Uses he/him/it/it’s pronouns

Said “I love you” first

Still hangs out in his dumpster, you’ll have to go fish him out because sometimes he’s to short to get out

Gives 100% in the relationship, treats it like you two have been married for the past 5 years

Gift giver!!! He feels like he needs to give back so! Expect gifts! From rings found in those coin gatchas, to cheep stuffed animals. He really gives it his all.

He has a hard time getting the grime out of his ball-joints, you’ll have to help him,which leads to my headcanon that he loves bathing with you. Not to get suggestive over here but he likes the feeling of skin on….does he have skin??? Is it wood??? Porcelain???? Idk….but he just likes the feeling of your skin

HATES when you leave him alone in the house, what is he supposed to do without you? Wallow in self pity? Cry? Sit by the door and wait? Sleep till you return? Spoiler alert! he does all of the above

speaking of the prior headcanon, spammy boy rarely ever leaves your house, it’s not like he has any friends to hang out with…or money to spend…or places he’s allowed in.. plus! What he comes home and you’ve locked the door? You were waiting until he left to kick him out forever!

{NSFW!}

So much begging!! He needs you to touch him so bad!!

His ahem tentacle moves on its own, there is a high possibility of it wrapping around your leg or hand if he’s really desperate

Anything that smells like you gets him going, prepare to find him jacking off wearing your shirts

Peg him!! No matter your genitalia he wants you inside him, he’ll be a moaning, drooling mess.

Responds so well to praise, yes!! He’s your good boy!!

Both into degrading and Praise, he’s so dirty for wanting you all the time but he’s such a good boy for taking what you give him

{^^ my spamton headcanon post has more notes then my entire main account, y’all SCARE ME}

{Sorry for the lack of nsfw, I’ll most likely make an entire post for it, anyway thanks for the support! I’ll see you next time!}

~Axis

[ynscrazylife]

hi there! so i saw that you write about the mcu and dceu which is super cool bc i have this amazing idea of a story between me, the avengers, the guardians and the justice league (platonic ofc!) i was thinking about the three teams were preparing my birthday in a yard and while they are preparing everything, bruce banner is picking me up and him and i could get closer in a romantic way (mostly because he's my fav), and when i arrive everyone is suprising me and then we have a lot of fun 1/2

The Surprise Party | avengers, guardians, justice league fluff fic

Summary: Ignoring how they’re from different universes, the superheroes throw their friend an amazing surprise birthday party.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting & happy birthday!

Request to be on a taglist (or multiple) here! (Taglists are at the end of the fic)

MCU Masterlist #1 | MCU Masterlist #2 | DCEU Masterlist |  Main Masterlist

PSA: Do NOT copy, steal, translate, plagiarize, republish, etc any of my works on Tumblr or any other platform. Also, do NOT claim any of my works as your own. All of these works are either requests I’ve gotten that people have wanted me to write or original ideas I’ve had for works. If you happen to take inspiration from anything I’ve written and want to write something inspired by that, please a) ask me first and b) IF I say yes, credit me as inspo in your post by tagging me and link whatever work of mine that inspired you. Thanks.

header c @/gagalacrax on twitter

There was a reason why the Avengers, the Guardians of the Galaxy, and the Justice League didn’t all get together: with that many superheroes, in one space, chaos was bound to break out. That chaos could be, quite literally, anything. From Iron Man challenging the Flash to an arm wrestling contest to Aquaman attacking Groot when he thought he was an enemy. Long story short, it just wasn’t a good idea . . . Until they found out that besides saving the world, all three teams had one thing in common: Y/N Y/LN.

Y/N had, to everyone’s astonishment, been on all three teams. Born as a Metahuman, she had started out on the Justice League team. Then, on a solo mission, she accidentally entered a black hole and bam! she found herself in another universe, and quickly bonded with the Guardians of the Galaxy. Eventually, it was determined that the Guardians couldn’t help her return to her home world - or universe - so she bid them goodbye and sought out the Avengers.

Y/N was the reason they had met. The reason that they knew of each other's universes. Now, seeing as her birthday was rapidly approaching, she was the reason they were coming together once more. Each superhero had their own connection with Y/N and adored her. Batman and Captain America were like father figures while Black Widow, Mera, and Wonder Woman were her mother figures, Furthermore, Aquaman and Thor were her mentors, Starlord, Iron Man, and Superman were like her big brothers, Gamora and Scarlet Witch were like her sisters, and Falcon, Rocket, Groot, Hawkeye, and Drax were her best friends.

There was someone else who fit into Y/N’s life in an entirely different way, though. That was the Hulk, aka Bruce Banner, who Y/N had a growing crush on. Coincidentally, his role in their birthday surprise was to be the distractor. He’d take Y/N out and about, staying as far away as possible from the Avengers Tower, while the other superheroes set up.

As expected, the planning hardly went smoothly.

Tony and Barry got into another confrontation, this time over Y/N’s choice of music (which went on until Mera and Wanda butted in with the music Y/N actually enjoyed), Arthur began to get on Natasha’s last nerves, and Rocket almost started eating her cake . . . and that was only a bit of what happened in the first half of the day.

Meanwhile, Bruce kept Y/N occupied. He took her out to her favorite breakfast place and breakfast was on him and then they filled the day at a carnival park. Bruce happily accompanied her on all the rides she wanted to go on (despite almost Hulking out multiple times) and even won Y/N some stuffed animals by throwing rings. He even got her lots and lots of cotton candy and then let her ride on his back when she got a stomach ache. All in all, though, it was a fun time. So fun that Bruce almost forgot that they had a party to get to!

Which is exactly why he frantically texted the groupchat that they were on their way and had to practically drag Y/N away from wanting to go on the ferris wheel for the third time. When confronted with questions, the lie that there was an emergency mission slipped off the brunette’s tongue -- probably not the smartest lie because Y/N had declared weeks before that if there were any missions on the week of her birthday, she wasn’t going -- but it worked long enough to keep her distracted, even if she was too busy with pouting and grumbling.

As they got closer and closer, Bruce could barely contain his excitement. Not only had he had a fantastic game, he was about to spend the night partying with the woman he had a crush on and celebrating her birthday. Who knows - maybe he’d even ask her out?!

When they got there, Y/N was ready to march inside and suit up, but Bruce tugging on her arm made her stop. Ignoring her endless questions and cries of frustration, he took his time leading her through the tower and into the backyard so the superheroes would have time to hide. Bruce let Y/N go before him and the moment she opened the doors, everyone jumped out wearing party hats and yelled: “SURPRISE!”

To say she was surprised would be a total understatement. In fact, she was so surprised that she stumbled back, directly into the scientist, and with his quick reflexes he steadied her and lightly nudged her forward and out of her shocked state. She had let out the biggest gasp that any of them had ever heard, her eyes went wide, and her hands flew over her mouth.

Slowly, she walked forward, overwhelmed by the sight before her. Not only were all her teammates - her friends, even family - together, but the place looked amazing. There were streamers, a big sign saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY, balloons, even a fake throne that Tony and Bruce had constructed earlier that week!

“Oh-oh my god, you guys . . . Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She cried out, jumping up and down.

Everyone smiled. “Of course, sweetheart,” Arthur said.

“Go sit on your throne - presents are up first!” Tony added.

Y/N immediately ran and jumped onto the big throne.

“Aren’t presents supposed to be last or something?” Clint muttered to Steve as they walked over.

“Yeah, but Tony keeps boasting on how good his present is,” Steve replied.

Everyone mingled on over there and Tony presented his birthday present, which was definitely over-wrapped, first. After the squeals she emitted, the others were next. Everyone had gotten her their own birthday present, but Arthur and Mera went over the top when they joined together with their powers to make Y/N something super special.

Afterwards, they spent the rest of the time absolutely PARTYING! They had a dance contest which JARVIS was the judge of and Y/N won, but the next round Y/N co-judged with JARVIS and they determined that Rocket and Barry were tied for first place, Peter and Clint tied for second place, and Bruce got third place. Then, they moved onto playing games (Y/N and Bruce teamed up and they CRUSHED everyone else, because they already had experience working together at the carnival that day) and finally, it was time for cake. Y/N got the biggest piece and, of course, Rocket and Arthur fought over the cake (Groot smacked them).

They partied until the sun came up, where everyone either fell asleep or had someone fall asleep on them. In the morning, everyone awoke, only to see Y/N still asleep, her head resting on Bruce’s shoulder and a blanket wrapped around them both. It was the most adorable sight they had ever witnessed and Bruce carried her to bed while Natasha took her shoes off. The superheroes left her to sleep in and she came downstairs a couple hours later, a breakfast full of waffles, pancakes, anything you could imagine waiting for her.

Permanent Taglist: @natasharomanoffismywife @hehehehannahthings @paulawand @blackbat2020 @cerberus-spectre @marrymemcgrath @celestialbarnes @kathryndimitrescu @snipyloulou @big-galaxy-chaos @cc13723things

MCU Taglist: @stephanieromanoff @summerlovingbaby @ineffablebean @okkulta @procrastinatingsapphictrash @prettysbliss @caseyfish @sarahp-stan @thewidowsghost @basiclesbianbitch @mycosmicparadise @kidswhofightmonsters @xtraordinaryfangrl @peggycarter-steverogers @username23345 @ima-gi--na-tion @yori-nakajima @hi-i-1 @mmmmokdok @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @mads-weasley @tenaciousperfectionunknown @afraid-to-be-me @lilclownx @acertainredhead @natromanoffxox @lilymurphy03 @thanossexual @avengersz-biotch @kozumekoi  @mjaudrey

[losingherface]

Softer, Softest

Warnings: none, just a little imagine <3

Ellie x fem!reader

A/n: Ofc no apocalypse just normal life but with patrol ellie look and i might make this into a series of the reader and ellie’s entire relationship from this point on :))

Info: Ellie had been sort of busy and distant these last few days, when she suddenly asks the reader out on date, she reveals what’s been keeping her away.

You plopped down on the couch to sit near Ellie who had been very up close to her phone. Almost like she was texting someone. You thought plopping down on the couch would probably help make her pay attention to you -but no it didn’t.

“Ellie.” No response. You leaned over to get a quick glance at her phone before she immediately drops it making it fall on her lap faced down.

You rolled your eyes and went back over to your side of the couch. Ellie had noticed you were hurt but she only stared at you while grabbing her controller to play some games. When she didn’t even want to ask what was wrong made you so feel so terrible inside.

“I’m going to bed.” You said basically storming out of the living room. All you heard was the tv going and Ellie hushing you as she put on those gaming headphones.

When you arrived to the room you both shared, you closed the door loudly hoping she’d hear and come talk to you, but Ellie was stubborn and kind of annoying sometimes so that wasn’t going to happen.

You stare at the empty and quietness of the room before eventually aggressively taking off your shoes , throwing them to the side and wrapping yourself up like a burrito in the blanket. With no warning, tears just come out uncontrollably.

Fortunately, time passed and those tears helped you fall asleep quite fast. Ellie comes in the room, trying to not make any loud noises. She comes behind you touching your shoulder and leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Don’t touch me.” You say harshly while still being asleep, pulling away from her touch. Ellie laughs silently to herself before slipping in bed with you. Now facing you, she watches you sleep before you get the sense that she is, making you turn away from her.

•

It was morning, the room was cold and Ellie hadn’t been beside you. Another day with this mess.

It had been going on for weeks now. Ellie not being beside you when you had woken up, she’d never finish a full on conversation with you, she didn’t want to spend time with you at all. It felt like she was slipping through your fingers and you were letting her.

You walk outside the room to see Ellie in the kitchen just biting into a slice of bread. You sat on a barstool with the kitchen island being the only thing between you two. The moment felt awkward and intense.

“Good morning.” She said with her mouth full.

“Be quiet.”

“That was rude. You want some bread?”

“Why are you being like this?” you asked completely shoving everything else to the side.

She took a deep breath causing you to worry.

“Like what?”

“You’re never beside me when I wake up anymore. And the whole phone thing last night. You didn’t even care.”

Ellie continued stuffing her face with toasted bread. You reached over and got some, finally being able to breathe after some type of confrontation.

“I have a reservation.” Ellie blurted out after some time.

“What?” Now your mouth was full of the toasted bread.

“That’s what I was doing on my phone last night. I have this reservation for us at a restaurant tonight. It’s a nice one and it’s fancy and I wanted it to be a surprise.”

You started feeling bad about everything. Luckily, her hand was resting on the counter, you gripped with both of your warm hands. It was your way of saying sorry but you still had some questions making you not want to fully let that out just yet.

“Do you want to go tonight?” Ellie asked you, blushing as if you had just met her. Ellie was always the one to set up these dates- not you and she was always scared to go through with them because she didn’t want you to turn her down. They never ended up being a surprise.

“Of course we can go. Don’t worry about it.”

•

When you two arrived at the restaurant you were instantly taken away by the scenery. It was a restaurant in a tall building that allowed you to see the whole city beneath you. It was quite glamorous. Ellie was pretty cheap -always saving money over the smallest things and I guess that helped her in the end, being able to afford this beautiful restaurant.

The city lights were beautiful- especially at night. You just couldn’t put it in to words.

The kind lady guided you both to your table. It was in a secluded room with probably the best view of the city overall. The room was dimmed in a velvety red light with light classical music playing. Two servers filled our wine glasses and took our orders before leaving, closing the door behind them.

“Wow.” You said. “I- I don’t know what to say. I feel a little underdressed.”

Ellie silently laughed before bringing her hand to your arm, caressing it.

“You look stunning.” Ellie started going on, “I do have something to tell you though.”

Her words made your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach. You start feeling nervous again thinking all of this was just some anticipation to tell you she was cheating or just breaking up with you.

“No. Are you going to break up with me? Because that would be- in this place?” You look away from her almost about to cry again before you hear her laughing.

“What?” You turned to face her again.

“I didn’t even say anything yet.” Ellie started going- again. “I wanted to say that all these nights I’ve been- a little distant, and I’ve been on my phone more than I’d like if i’m being honest but-“

Ellie croaks her throat and you’re just so nervous about what she’s going to say, you can’t focus on anything, not the beautiful setting, not her body language. It was unpredictable- the whole thing and you didn’t like it.

“I hope you can forgive me for that by the way. I’ll never do that again.”

“Just say what you want to say, Ellie.” You tell her. (not in a rude way btw)

Ellie reached into her pockets and pulled out her keys and some other things.

This whole thing had you at the edge of your seat. You were so anxious and confused and now impatient. Why the hell were there so many things in her pockets?

She pulls something out of pocket and covers it with her unrolled sleeve of her satin button up.

“What is it?” Trying to get a good look at the shape of the object, she covers it with her large hand.

She now covers it with her arm bent to allow her to use her other hand. (idek if that makes sense srry)

Ellie takes a deep breath and gestures her hand out- Implying for you take it and so you did.

In front of the large window with the beautiful view. Ellie takes out the thing she’s been hiding under her sleeve. Your attention was set on the view at this point.

“Look at me.” You listened and your eyes widen.

Your attention now on the beautiful ring Ellie had gotten you.

You couldn’t comprehend any of it.

“Is this-?”

“I’m asking you to marry me.” Ellie finally said the words and thank god she did - you two would’ve been there the whole night trying to figure out what each other wants to say.

Tears -again- starting rolling down your face, like hard. You were ugly crying at this point.

“Are you serious?” You said through the tears, “you did this all for me?”

“That’s why I’ve been trying to do it secretly. And it backfired. So, would you-?”

“Yes, Ellie, oh my god. I love you so much.” You finally took the ring and Ellie put it on your finger making you smile so hard it was painful. Ellie wiped your tears before leaning in for a kiss.

“I love you too.” She said, walking you back to the table.

You grabbed her arm and starting hugging it. There was no other way to express the love you had for her.

You glanced at your empty table, making you pick your head up from her shoulder.

“Where’s our food?”

[gomgeomeogmeogmy]

Can you do a Headcannon about all the boys (better if it's together) comforting you after a fight with your parents or if you have low self-esteem?

I absolutely can! This one will be the poets comforting you after a fight with your parents!

Neil:

Oh boy, he knows what that’s like

He will be the most sympathetic person ever as soon as you tell him what happened

First thing he does: ask if you’re safe

If you say no, he goes completely series and takes every single precaution he needs to before addressing and evaluating the severity the situation

If you say yes, he takes a breath of relief but it’s right back to comfort mode

Instantly asks you what you need, what he can do to help etc

Whatever you need, he gets for you instantly

Hugs hugs hugs

If you’re okay with that! Obviously! He checks multiple times before he even thinks about hugging you

He’ll sit with you, give you lots of blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, anything to help comfort you and/or calm you down

Will listen to you scream, cry, yell, and rant about your parents for hours without a single interruption

If you tell him it’s okay to do so, he’ll talk shit about your parents with you

After you’re done ranting/crying/etc his next goal is to make you smile

He’ll turn on your favorite tv show/movie, get you you’re favorite food and drinks, and sits down to watch with you, cracking jokes with you until he hears you laugh

He makes sure you know he’s there for you no matter what the situation is, and if you ever need anything, he will get it for you or do it for you without second thought

Todd

God, parents are the worst, huh?

The second he sees your upset, he can kind of tell it’s because of your parents

He knows the feeling, trust me

He quickly pulls you into a soft hug, apologizing to you for having to go through any of that

He asks what happened and listens patiently the entire time you talk

If you need to cry, he’ll hold onto you while you do so, if you need to scream, he gives you pillows to scream into

He’ll probably call your parents assholes quiet a few times

Once you’re done, he assures you that you did absolutely nothing wrong and did in no way deserve their poor treatment

He tells you stories of arguments he’s had with his parents so you know you aren’t the only one going though this

He’ll sit with you for the rest of the day/night, trying to keep your mind off of it

Or, if you need to, he’ll spend the day/night listening to you rant and talk about how awful they are to you, he doesn’t mind either way, as long as it helps you feel better

1000% lets you stay with him for as long as you need if you need to get out of your house

Charlie

The second he sees you upset he’s ready to kick someone’s ass

HE comes to YOU before you get the chance to go to him

He heard from someone that you had seemed upset and instantly went to find you to make sure you’re okay

When you explain to him that it’s your parents that upset you, he gets even more angry

His parents aren’t exactly horrible to him, but they aren’t great either, so he knows where you’re coming from at-least somewhat

He will probably ramble about how shitty parents are for a second before stopping and asking you if you wanna talk about it

He’ll sit and listen intently, making a few snide comments towards your parents here and there

Once you get it all out of your system, his main goal Is to make you laugh

He’ll make jokes about your parents, call them stupid, childish insults, tell dramatic stories of the things “he would do to them”, anything he can do to make you smile or laugh

When he sees you even slightly smirk, he considers that a win

He’ll get serious for a second, assuring you that is wasn’t your fault and that they were the assholes here before he goes back to joking around with you about the situation

Jokes always make it feel less serious and painful, he knows that from personal experience, so he hopes his jokes about it make you feel a little less heavy and upset

Hangs out with you for the rest of the day/night

Expect him to give your parents a mean, nasty look the next time he sees them

Knox

Panic

You’d expect Todd to panic the most

Nope, it’s Knox.

His parents are actually good to him, so he doesn’t know first hand what it’s like, but he tries his absolute best to be sympathetic

After a bit of fumbling over his words and trying to figure out what’s happening, he calms down (atleast looks like he does) and asks what you need from him

He’ll do whatever you ask him to before settling down with you and letting you rant and talk about it

He might accidentally tell you “they’re your parents, I’m sure they still love you” or something along the lines

Once he realizes that upset you more, he profusely apologizes and lets you continue talking

He’ll hold your arm/hand/leg and draw small circles with his fingers to try and calm you down (with consent, ofc)

Once you’re done, he just apologizes that it happened and asks if there’s anything you want to do to help cheer you up or distract you

He will do anything you say you want to do happily

The next few days he comes up and checks in on you and how everything’s going

Meeks

You don’t need to say anything to him before he realizes that you’re upset and asks what’s up

When you tell him its your parents, he gets visibly upset but stays calm and asks if your safe and/or if you need help

If you say no, he’ll just sit down and let you talk

If you say yes, he lets you stay at his house and will do whatever is necessary to keep you safe and away from them

After that, he asks if you want to talk about it

When you say yes, he gladly sits down and listens to every word patiently, maybe asking a few questions and making a few comments here and there

He lets you lean on him, gives you hugs, holds your hand, and does really anything he thinks will help you feel better while you talk

After you finish talking, he will very gladly talk shit about your parents with you

He invites you to stay the night so the two of you can play games, watch movies and eat junk food to cheer up

Lets you pick every game you play, every movie you watch and every snack you guys eat

Pitts

The second he sees your upset, he opens his arms and hugs you as tight as he can

Quickly asks what’s wrong, if you’re hurt, who upset you etc

When you say your parents upset you, he just hugs you again and asks if you wanna talk about it

He sits and sympathetically listens to you the entire time,hardly even taking his eyes off you so you know he’s listening

As soon as you finish he hugs you again and asks what you wanna do to cheer up

He will very happily suggest the two of you make dinner and/or dessert together to take your mind off of it

He says baking always helps him, so he figures it’ll help you too

He’ll let you chose what the two of you cook together

Cameron

Confused older brother energy

He’s panicked when he sees you upset, but his big brother instinct kicks in and he really really wants to help

As soon as you come up to him upset, he gets the two of you sat down somewhere safe before asking questions

First thing he asks is if your parents are at fault

When you say yes, he asks if you’re safe and okay

If you say no, he will immediately start making a place for you in his house before addressing the situation and informing the authorities if he has to

If you say yes, he just prompts you to talk about it with him

He gives genuine advice as you speak, trying to comfort you and solve the problem at the same time

When you’re done, he asks if there’s anything he can do to help you either resolve the problem or atleast make you feel better

He will do whatever you need him to without any further questions, he’s just happy to help you out

If you want him to, he’ll talk shit about your parents with you, even if he feels bad about it afterwards

[danganronpa-imagine-headcanon]

*heavy breathing* hfnenfjsjsn may i pls have byakuya, fuyuhiko, hiyoko, and miu with a reader who (sfw, ofc) involuntarily age regresses (usually around 4-8) in certain situations due to trauma? gn reader too please?

Hi anon! Of course I can do that— always happy to write for age regression! This was super adorable :D Also, I got your other message, and of course I can add Mikan! That’s perfectly fine with me. I hope you like this! Have a nice day :D

-Mod Kirumi

Also, a quick note— Age regression is ENTIRELY sfw, and is not to be confused with ageplay/ddlg, etc. It is a coping mechanism, and it’s entirely good and okay to use! Do not interact with this post if you are an NSFW account, or an ageplay account, even ‘sfw’ ageplay. You will be blocked.

Byakuya, Fuyuhiko, Hiyoko, Miu, and Mikan with an S/o who age regresses!

Byakuya Togami

•Byakuya wasn’t too sure what age regression was when you told him about it

•He didn’t want to judge sometime he had no knowledge on, though, so he did his best to be neutral on it

•He thanked you for telling him and asked you if he could do a bit more research

•And, after he had, he understood it a little more, and just let you know that if you ever needed him, he would be here for you

•And so, that was that!

•He’s a relatively good caregiver— He definitely softens up, even in the slightest, when you’re regressed, offering you a small smile and acting like a parent going along with the schemes of their kid

•He thinks you’re kind of sweet when regressed, though!

•He sees you genuinely happy and safe, and he really likes seeing you in such a mindset

•He... Doesn’t cook that often, so he typically resorts to giving you simple things— like fruit snacks or cereal

•He can make you a bottle of milk or give you juice though! So he’s got that much going for him

•You have forced him to color with you more times than either of you can count

•He won’t talk to you about it when you’re bigger, but he’s more than happy to color pictures with you when you’re regressed and even hang yours up on the wall!

•You have a strict bedtime though if you’re regressed at nighttime

•He just wants you to get a reasonable amount of sleep

•He’s so mean for wanting you to take care of yourself! Making you go to bed at a certain time and everything!

•But— really, he’s a sweet caregiver

•He doesn’t mind that you age regress, and he’s happy you’re able to have a space you can be safe in

•He just wants you to be happy

•And if he can help you be more comfortable, then he absolutely will, no questions asked

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

•Fuyuhiko didn’t know what age regression was— you had to explain it to him

•And, once he had properly understood, he only repeated it for confirmation

•“So... You regress to a younger age to cope? And it’s usually involuntary?”

•You nodded

•And after that, he shrugged

•“Cool.”

•There wasn’t much of a discussion after that until you regressed in front of him

•He wasn’t too sure what to do— but he definitely did his best to take care of you and make sure you were safe!

•And, after he watched over you the first time, he was fine with doing it the others

•He lessened the vulgarity of his language when you were regressed, though— that was something that he had to work on

•He forgets that you can’t survive off of sugar and juice, though— he forgets to give you some kind of nutrients

•He’s getting better though! He is!

•Sometimes, you two will just curl up on the couch together and watch cartoons

•It’s not a half bad way to spend your night, believe it or not!

•Fuyuhiko would learn the names of your stuffed animals for you, and actively try to learn about them

•He might make a couple mistakes, but you got to give him credit for trying!

•Fuyuhiko would also give more light-hearted pet names to you, like kiddo, or bud, or something like that

•He doesn’t have all that many for you

•So— Fuyuhiko doesn’t mind that you age regress! It’s not too much of a problem for him, and if he can help you in any way, he would be more than happy to do so

•So, just tell him if you need anything, yeah?

•He’s always going to be there!

Hiyoko Saionji

•Hiyoko already acts a little childish herself, so when she found out you age regressed, it was no big deal, really!

•She could easily look after you, and besides! It helped you cope, and she was happy about that

•Hiyoko would definitely partake in games with you when you were regressed— She’d love to dress each other up!

•She would also probably play tag or hide and seek with you— just for the pure fun of it!

•She’d share her gummy bears with you, if you wanted it, and that was truly saying something

•Hiyoko also would be happy to make you anything you needed! A bottle? She’s got it! Juice? Cool, she already had a bunch of that in her fridge? Candy? Obviously!

•She would also know all of the names of your stuffed animals by heart, and with you permission, she would play with them with you

•She finds them adorable, and she thinks you are too! She’s happy to be able to spend time with you like this!

•You two have also probably made several trips to the park together

•Overall, though, Hiyoko treats you really kindly, going along with whatever you say when regressed and agreeing with you, trying to be nice to you!

•You’re in the mindset of a child, and she loves you anyway, so why would she wanna be mean to you?

•So— Hiyoko, although she may not show it too awfully often— is grateful that you told her and trusted her enough to know this

•She loves you dearly, and hopes you know she’ll accept you for anything!

•If you ever need her help, or if you want her assistance, don’t be afraid to ask

•She’s always gonna be right here to help you!

Miu Iruma

•Miu definitely had to work on not being so vulgar around you whenever you age regressed— it definitely was not what you needed to hear

•But— overall, whenever she did learn to not speak in such a vulgarity...

•She was a pretty good caregiver! She was kind and patient towards and you when you were regressed

•She’s definitely made you some cool toys you could mess around with when regressed!

•She’s also used to trying to give her all when it comes to something— So, stuffed animals? You’ve got five now! Favorite snack or drink? She’s bought it all, no worries! Favorite show or cartoon? She’s got the DVD’s and bought you plushies of the characters!

•Really— Miu’s worried of messing up, and she just wants you to feel safe and happy, and know that she’s going to do everything in her power to make you feel safe and alright

•But— whenever she does stop focusing as much on her worries... she’s really calm, and kind with you

•She’ll hold you close and press a bottle to your lips— or softly toss your stuffies at you for you to catch

•She’s really sweet

•Miu would also be in more fun moods, occasionally!

•She’d take you to run around at the park, or go get ice cream!

•She might even take you to Build-A-Bear!

•So— Really, Miu is understanding and accepting of your regression!

•She’s happy to know that it helps you cope, and if it does that much for you, then what more can she ask for?

Mikan Tsumiki

•Mikan has studied several coping mechanisms... so she already has an ideal understanding of age regression...!

•She would certainly agree to watch over you when you were regressed— she’d love to be a part of something if it can help you out!

•Mikan is really soft and caring towards you, going along with most things you say if it’s not going to harm you or others

•She’s always happy to play games with you! Like tag, or hide and seek! She finds them really fun and sweet to do

•Mikan doesn’t mind letting you have milk or juice, or even sweeter snacks! She would just make sure you drank enough water and had a balanced nutrients given to you, that’s all...!

•Mikan would love to hear you talk about your stuffies, if you wanted!

•Their names, personalities, where you got them from, they all interest her!

•She’s happy to learn about things dear to you

•Mikan, while she doesn’t mind playing with you and being excited, on some days, the both of you just need to curl up close together and take a nap

•She would really like cuddles... they’d make her feel safe! And like she was able to protect you!

•She enjoys calmer moments she spends with you, when you mumble in a lighter and more child-like tone and she’s able to just look after you and fulfill your needs

•She likes that, she truly likes that more than anything!

•So... don’t be afraid to tell her things

•She loves you, okay? And she’ll always, always accept and love you, no matter what..!

[firetextskpop]

Omg poly OT23 ofc no sexual stuff for jisung or chenle,but like imagine poly ot23 just babying y/n oml🥺

I love the idea of this sm, I’m sorry it took so long to write it. ♥ I’m going to break it down to days of the week and how they’re typically spent with the boys. I'll make it a multipart series.

 Monday

Mondays were the days you woke up in the Dream Dorms. Often you found yourself in bed with Jaemin, his arms wrapped around you as he scrolled through a food delivery service. “Good morning” you mumbled and cuddled deeper into his side. “Good Morning love, what are you feeling for food?” He asked and rubbed your shoulder. You groaned for a bit before telling him your preference. Jaemin nodded and ordered food for the entire dorm. The both of you shared the dreams you had and discussed them until there was a knock on the door. “You guys up yet?” Renjun asked cautiously cracking open the door. Once he sees the both of you laying in bed with your eyes open, he smiles and properly greets you. The younger of the two informs the elder that food is being delivered. Junnie acknowledges him and tells you both that Chenle arrived. Quickly the two of you get out of bed and throw on a T-shirt to greet your other boyfriend. Once the two of you make it to the living room, Renjun has his arm around Chenle, and Jeno is cuddled against Jisung. "Good morning my loves! " You say rushing to sit on Chenle's lap and hold him close. He chuckles and the 3 males you haven't yet spoken to bid you a good morning. Jaemin went to cuddle with Jeno and Jisung. To your luck, Chenle brought Daegal, who also clung to you. As everyone talked and discussed their plans, the food arrived. You thanked the delivery man and sat next to your youngest boyfriend. "So yeah Y/N, We're going to go to the park then grabbing some food. Wanna come?" Jeno asked putting his hand on your knee. "Of course." You agreed, ruffling his hair. Once everyone finished eating, you and Renjun went into the kitchen to wash the dishes remaining. He washed, you dried. After all of the dishes were finished, Renjun loved giving you kisses all over and little praises to make your day just a little better. Jisung walks in and gags a bit at how you two can be like this any and everywhere. You rolled your eyes at the tall boy and go back into Jaemin's room to find some cute clothes to wear. After preparing for your 3-way date, you meet the boys in the living room again. "Since you won't give me the love out there, can I get my hugs and smooches in here?" You ask looking at Jisung. He nervously chuckled and nodded. Your arms wrap around him tightly and he kisses your forehead. He leans down a bit for you to kiss his cheek and nose and then you break the hug. Jeno pouted a bit before mumbling about not getting his affection. "Well you'll love me in public but Sungie is a bit shyer." The pout still stood on Jenos face. You went over to Jeno and kissed him, held his hand and the three of you went to the park. At the Park, Jisung rode a skateboard while eating his ice cream, and you and Jeno followed him by walking while still holding hands. After a few hours of the three of you being active, you all sat on the bench, and you cuddled against Jeno. He scrolled through the NCT/WayV group texts, which contained lots of memes, plans, and scheduling. You looked at the texts with him, then looked over at Jisung. The mentioned boy was thoroughly enjoying the scenery around him. With the people busy, the wind blowing against the trees and your skin, and quiet nature sounds, he truly felt at peace. Being here with people he loved just made it all the better. You reached out a hand to put on his and he looked at you and smiled. Before you knew it, Jeno's phone rang and it was Haechan asking when you 3 will be home. A brief discussion happened that ended on agreeing to go back at that time. On the way back, you held Jisung's hand in the car and told both of your boyfriends how much you appreciated the time together and that you loved them. They smiled and reassured you that the love was reciprocated. As soon as you got to their dorm, Mark and Haechan were sitting on the couch while bickering. It wasn't over anything serious, just a little teasing. "Hey, big head!" You mess with Haechan. He turns to you and throws a pillow at you. "Your head is way bigger than mine," Channie stated. "Whatever," You joked and

messed up his hair, now sitting between him and Mark. The boys talked to each other about upcoming scheduling to make sure everyone was prepared and aware. Mark rubbed his hand against your arm to warm you a bit. "The boys at the 127 dorms are excited to see you." He says loud enough for you only to hear. "Really?" You responded happily. Lately, 127 have had promotions which just finished. The promotions made it a bit harder for you to spend as much time as you'd like but never impossible. Mark nodded and checked his phone. "Our ride is here, you two ready?" You and Haechan nod and say your goodbyes to the Dreamies. The car ride to the 127 dorms was comforting, Mark flirted with both you and Haechan which made you blush. Once you arrived at the dorms, everyone actually still was quite busy. Jaehyun, Johnny, and Jungwoo all went to the gym, Doyoung, Taeyong, and Yuta all went to grab a bite of food and maybe even a drink, and Taeil went straight to sleep after returning home. Leaving you, Mark, and Haechan to your own. The younger of the two played on his switch as you cuddled against him in Mark's bed. Mark played his guitar while writing a new rap for his upcoming mixtape/solo release. Slowly you began falling asleep but when Haechan failed something in his game, you woke up a bit. You checked your phone to see that the boys who went to the gym had returned and began to get up. "I think I'm gonna sleep in Jae and Jungwoo's room tonight." The two youngest members nodded. "Alright, I think I'll go back to my room too. Johnny gives the best cuddles." Haechan said and looked at Mark. "Wait but you told me I did this morning." The 99 liner said a bit upset. "Did I? Well it's Johnny, he's like a big teddy bear an-" The older of the two could now see that the younger was messing with him and threw a stuffed animal at him before they began bickering again. You chuckled a bit to yourself before heading to Woo and Jae's room. When you open the door, you're surprised to find Jaehyun alone in bed. Judging by the fresh smell, headband, and him being in sweatpants only, you concluded that he just got out of the shower not too long ago. "Hey babe," He greeted you with a smile. "Hey, where's Woo?" You asked getting in bed with him. He wrapped his arm around you and put his face into your neck. "He decided to join Johnny for a bit." A hum of acknowledgment left your mouth as you got comfortable. Both of you drifted into a sleep while talking about your days.