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sanjisluvbot · 1 year

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ISEKAI YANDERE STRAWHATS X BLACK FEM READER PT 11

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“ Y/N-ya we always talk about your situation, but we never talk about your world”

“ My world?” You emphasized.

“ Yeah, tell me about it. Honestly I’ve been curious since it must be so different than here”

“ Well, in my world the year is 2023 and there are no pirates who sail the seas to find treasure. Uh, there are these things called cars and we use them as transportation through cities and what not.”

You told Law all you could, about the advancement of technology, art, video games, medicine, comic books that he would like, and his eyes never left yours once. The sky was now a light blue and the sun shined through the trees giving you a soft morning glow.

Law was admiring you as you spoke. You smiled as you told him all the little things about your world and your life back home. You were a beautiful person through and through. He liked that your world was so different and had things he’d never even imagined before.

“ Y/N do you think I could visit your world as well?” The sudden question from you made your eyes grow wide.

Imagine Law in your world?

“ That was something else I’ve been meaning to tell you about the Strawhats… they’ve figured out how to get to my world. That’s honestly why I’m here right now”

“ Really?”

“ Yes, remember I told you that when I first got here, I had only been here for two and a half weeks before I figured out how to get home. I had written all my theories and strategies on a sheet of paper Nami gave me and put it under the book shelf in her office.”

“ Why did you hide it there?”

“ Well I couldn’t hide it in the girls room, they would’ve easily found it there. But obviously I didn’t hide it well enough because Robin was the one to find it.”

“ Smart woman”

“ Too smart sometimes…”

The camp was now in view and to both of your surprise the crew was up already building things and reading maps. When they noticed the two of you, you were given a very warm welcome ( especially from Bepo ). You both were given breakfast and you were all happily sitting together at the table.

This feels so different than being with the Strawhats. After my first week with them everything went to shit. Even though I haven’t known the heart pirates long even their vibe is different.

“ I have an announcement” Law declared. Everyone’s eyes trained to him, you were happily sipping on orange juice before it sprayed onto the now orange tainted fur in front of you.

Law decided to tell the crew you were together. It was like you were an actual character in the show the way you reacted. You coughed before looking into Law’s eyes and he was smiling devilishly.

Bastard, he enjoyed that too much !

His announcement rose multiple questions, It seemed to be a silently agreement that you wouldn’t mention that it was a relationship formed out of convenience and you both answered all of them before the door to the camp was struck open. The entire crew of the Strawhats was standing there in all their glory. The silence was deafening until a cunning woman spoke up.

“ I see you took my advice- quickly at that. Congratulations Law.” Nami smirked.

The crew filed into the kitchen and Luffy was first to walk up to you. “ Y/N, we need to save Sanji why are you messing around with another Captain”. He snapped. “ We haven’t even discussed the plan Luffy.” You replied.

He huffed through his nose before grabbing your arm and dragging you out your seat. You pushed him off and stumbled backwards to be caught by Law. The tension rose, both crews were now on defense and Zoro was first to take out his sword.

“ Traffy.. I think it’s best you let our crew mate go with our captain.”

“ I don’t exactly see why all of you are behaving this way towards a crew mate.”

“ Y/N let’s go now, we can meet up with Trafalgar later” Robin warned.

This fear had somehow became familiar to you now, they all had that same look in their eyes. If you don’t come now something will happen. You looked at Law searching his eyes for an answer before he grabbed you waist spinning you to face him. He then took your face in his hand softly and kissed you.

Gasps were heard throughout the room and he pulled away. You were starting at him wide eyed and held a subtle smirk as he looked towards the Captain and Vice Captain.

“ Is it wrong for me to spend time with my girlfriend?”

That seemed to be Luffy’s breaking point. He stretched his arms and roughly dragged you out of Law’s hands and firmly commanded his crew to follow behind him. You were struggling against his grip, he was wrapped around you so tight you could hardly breathe.

Law tried to reach for him but Zoro was too quick, he almost cut Law’s hand off but it’s too bad Law is up to par with Zoro in terms of strength.

“ Strawhat.”

Luffy stopped in his tracks not turning around.

“ Is this how you want to break off our alliance? Is that a smart idea?”

“ I never said I was breaking our alliance, I just don’t like people stealing my crew mate” he grumbled.

After that the Strawhats left leaving the Heart Pirates and their captain to ponder their next steps. They could all see the fear and worry on Law’s face even if it was just a small twitch in his eye.

You continuously struggled in Luffy’s grip as you walked through the forest and when he finally let you go you pushed him away from you.

“ What are you doing Luffy ! You just ruined your alliance with Law”

“ Are you really worried about the alliance or are you worried about not seeing your little boyfriend?” Zoro Interrupted.

You gave him an incredulous look before rolling your eyes and continuing to walk the same way as before back to the Minks. Upon arrival Carrot jumped into Luffy’s arms while Wanda looked worried. She could see that the crew was stressed and she didn’t know what to do, she was hoping the cheerfulness of Carrot would lighten up the mood when the bell was rung again.

It was as if a lightbulb was lit in your head, this was when Jack came back for revenge. The island shook and everyone was stumbling around, Zoro snatched you and ran towards one of the huts.

“ Y/N do not leave until one of us comes to get you !” He hurriedly spoke.

“ What am I a baby?”

“ It’s not even that it’s-”

“ Yeah sure whatever”

He let out a deep sigh before placing his hand on his sword and looking at you. “ Y/N why do you make everything into a fight?”

“ Me? I’m really the issue to all of you? Wow it can really never fail huh”

“ Nobody is saying you’re an issue, but why do we have to fight all the time when we all Lov-”

“ It’s as if all of you forget how I’ve gotten here in the fuckin first place ! And love? You think THIS is Love !”

Zoro’s eye twitched, the air between the two of you was thick and although the ground rumbled and screaming was heard nothing had mattered in that moment. All Zoro could see was fury and pain behind your eyes. They were glossed over and your hand was balled into a fist.

It hurt him to see you like that, he loved you more than you could imagine and he was doing everything to prove that to you. But you ended up with Law… His eyes were hardened again and he stepped closer to you.

“ Of course you think like this Y/N… That silly captain has been scrambling your brain hasn’t he?”

“ How is this conversation about Law?” You laughed.

“ How is it that you are with Law when you told everyone that you were just friends?”

“ Listen I don’t have time for this right now and neither do you, just get out and go help the minks” you turned away from him and say on the bed waiting for the door to slam shut.

Instead Zoro stormed over to you and turned you to face him. You were in utter disbelief, he looked like a mad man. His face was flushed down to his neck and he had a death grip on your shoulders.

“ Zoro…”

Slowly but surely he closed the small gap between you, your hand was on his chest but you didn’t have any strength to push him back. Suddenly, he kissed you hard and fast and you bumped foreheads in the process. His hands moved from your shoulders to your face and although they were rough with calluses this was the first time he had been so tender and soft with you.

He was holding you so delicately, to him you were a faberge egg. Your hand stayed out on his chest till he pulled away and that’s when things started to speed up to pace.

Oh my god I just cheated on Law.

The panic was clear on your face and Zoro reached out to comfort you. You slapped his hand away and a subtle frown made it’s way to the usual indifferent face of the swordsman.

“ Zoro I don’t know what you’re trying to do but, I’m dating Law.”

“ But who is your protector? Who looks out for you? Who is your drinking buddy? Shall I go on Y/N?”

“ My protector? The one who looks out for me? Zoro when I got on the Sunny after two years you put me in a choke hold until my eyes rolled into the back of my skull. When I came to you looking for someone who can help me, YOU said you didn’t have an answer to satisfy me !” You barked at him standing up from the bed.

“ Listen I can apologize for what I didn’t a million times, I’ll do whatever you ask me Y/N but when I told you I had nothing to satisfy you it was the truth. I can’t go against my captain for you— for anyone, you fuckin know this.”

You were both yelling at this point. The rumbling and roaring of Zunesha was absolutely nothing compared to you and Zoro right now. You were in his face and his cheeks were red, you pushed him into corners and he would pull you closer. At some point words stopped being spoken, it was now hands and rough kisses.

The net was made and the ships were now being brought back into Zunesha, Making the net worse Robin out so she was sitting on a stump when Ussop handed her a drink.

“ Thank you”

“ No problem”

Robin being the intelligent woman she is she was quick to notice the hesitancy of the boy in front of her. It was like the words wanted to jump from his lips but they were sealed shut.

“ Sit with me, Nami went with Wanda to get snacks she e should be here soon” She said patting the other side of the stump.

He sat gingerly and looked off into the distance, the silence was peaceful and he was finally able to muster up some confidence after a few minutes.

“ Robin I’ve been meaning to ask you about something’s you know like, Sanji, Law, and Y/N of course”

“ Ask away”

“ Well for starters, I can’t believe they are actually together they told literally everyone they were just friends.”

Robin giggled at his shock, “ People become great liars when they need to hide things. You of all people should know that well”

“ That’s true but, don’t you think this is a scheme as well?”

“ Yes. I wholeheartedly do think the two of them together is not just a completely innocent innocent relationship. However, we can’t just say that to her we already lost her trust completely”

Ussop hummed in agreement and Y/N flashed through his mind. She was the only crew member who he could truly relate to, not to mention how kindhearted you were when you first met. You played with him and his best friends, helped him with his inventions, and took care of his garden with him.

I’m his eyes you resembled Kaya, you were both so gentle with him and you indulged him even when others didn’t. You were also pleasing on the eyes, whenever you would go shopping with Nami you’d both bring back full bags of clothes with a multitude of accessories. When you wore anything you stuck out like a wild flower growing in a field of daisies.

“ Robin, Ussop !” Someone called out.

That broke him out of his trance, he turned to see Nami, Wanda, and Momonosuke holding drinks and food making his mouth water. When all of them settled down Nami brought up Sanji.

“ What are we going to do? Why would Big Mom even want him?”

“ I’m sure it’s nothing to truly worry about Nami” Wanda intervened rubbing her back trying to soothe her.

Law had been watching and listening to them speak from the Mini transportation snail he planted on Ussop earlier. When they were going through chaos it was easy to place one inconspicuously, he knew it would be a good idea considering the conversation they’re having right now.

Law was leaning on a tree, Bepo was blocking the view of him so he can’t hold the transportation snail to his ear. While doing this he noticed that you and Zoro were coming from the direction of the huts. You found his eyes and gave him and awkward smile and a wave before your eyes trained back to the ground.

He raised an eyebrow but chose to ignore it for now, you would address your issues with Zoro to him later. Right now he needed to form a believable plan to you to Wano and not stuck on Whole Cake Island.

You were lost in thought, what had you really just done. Would Zoro keep quiet about it? Or will he try and ruin your relationship on purpose?

“ Zoro… this can never happen again”

He picked his shirt up from the floor and gathered his fallen swords not saying a word to you. You sighed as a migraine was now forming. “ Zoro are you just gonna ignore me now?” You nagged.

“ Y/N why do you play with peoples hearts?” His voice trembled as he stood up.

Your face contoured in absolute bewilderment. “ Play with people’s hearts?? You know, I know I was wrong for kissing you back but you were the one to start this in the first place !” When he said nothing in return you let out a joyless chuckle as you continued.

“ Zoro, I have never played with your emotions, in fact I made it clear I was uncomfortable with you and upset when you first told me you couldn’t help me when I thought I could really trust you.”

You angrily walked up to him turned him around to face you, Zoro doesn’t get to turn his back to you, he doesn’t get to blame his emotions and actions on you. “ You’re acting like a fool, I’ve always held you in such high regard even before we met. You have never acted this way in front of everyone so why are you doing this with me? You don’t know me as well as you or the rest of the Strawhats thinks. That’s exactly what makes my entire situation even crazier, none of you actually know me to have such an infatuation-”

“ You just don’t Fuckin get it”

“ What the fuck is there to get? Quickly”

“ I- We-” he scrambled for words before you took him by the cheeks and pulled him to your face.

“ This isn’t about the crew, this is about you don’t say WE”

“ Y/N let me go” you pinched him harder making him hiss. He’s not getting out of this, he needs to be honest with you.

“ You keep blaming me and making me out to be this irrational stupid woman, you can’t even be honest with yourself and your fuckin emotions. But you want to kiss on me and touch me when the only one who can do that is Law!”

“ Okay well Law doesn’t Love you like I do” he boomed.

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A/N: Hellow everyone, what do you think about the chapter? What will happen to Law and Y/N’s blossoming relationship now that she is basically messing with Zoro while they’re arguing? Look forward to the next chapter I’m gonna make it extra long for you 🫶🏽 hope you enjoyed <3

#x black fem reader #one piece x black!reader #one piece #x black reader #yandere strawhats #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece sanji #one piece imagine #zoro x black reader #zoro smut #zoro angst #one piece angst

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clumsiestgiantess · 11 months

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A g/t scenario I think about late at night:

Character A thought it would be cool to complete a miniatures set as a fun side project to help de-stress. Once they finish building it, they proudly display it on a shelf, but as the first few days of its completion go by, character A realizes that the pieces aren’t where they’d set them up before. Day after day they check on the miniature cabin they’d made, only to find signs that it’s been lived in. Chairs are pushed back from tables like someone sat in them, books are taken off the shelf and strewn across a coffee table, bedsheets are rumpled as if someone sat in them, there’s even little crumbs left on the kitchen counter.

One day character A decides enough is enough and comes home early to catch whoever is messing with their miniature. They find character B, perfectly scaled to the tiny cabin, lying comfortably on the couch. Character B, scared and confused by character A‘s sudden appearance, darts away out the tiny back door. Character A tries to catch character B, but they’re gone. They wonder if what they saw was even real. The next day they try tricking the tiny thing by coming in at yet another different time. It works and this time they block off the back door, trapping character B. They don’t intend to harm them, they just want to know who and what they are.

(more under cut because this is a longer one)

From here, the story can go one of two routes (I pick different ones to imagine depending on my mood)

Route 1:

Character B is a borrower. They lost their home in the walls due to an infestation of termites (it could be whatever reason really. They might just move into the cabin because it’s a lot better than their old house.) Either way, character B loves life in the miniature cabin. There’s working electricity, perfect furniture they don’t need to make for themselves, and a high vantage point with easy access to the snacks the human leaves out on their desk. Everything seems to be working in their favor until the human comes home earlier than expected, just as character B was settling down on the couch after a good borrowing run.

Seeing the human staring down at them, they quickly rush away out the back door and down the rope cord they use to get off of the shelf. Character B hides in the walls the whole day, scared of getting captured by the human. As soon as the human leaves the following morning, character B rushes back into the cabin and begins cleaning up any signs they were there, packing away any of the tools and other items they have that don’t belong in the miniature.

Before they can finish, the human returns. Character B realizes how stupid they were to come back for their things and rushes to the back door again, but this time the human stops them. They panic and look around wildly for another exit as the human, character A, watches them in shock. Before character A can react, character B leaps off the shelf after running through an open wall. They hope they can land on the next shelf down, but they hit the edge instead. Character B clings to the wood for a moment before falling all the way to the ground. The fall should’ve killed them, but character A catches them instead.

Maybe after some reassurance from character A, B realizes that A wasn't trying to hurt them and character A lets B live in the little cabin. Maybe character B pulls out a borrower weapon on A and manages to escape to another living space, underneath the sink. (Character A will undoubtedly find them again later)

Route 2:

Character B is a human. They were left an old cabin in the woods by some late relative and decided to live in it for a while like a short vacation before selling it. They were laying on the couch after a long day of seeking out realtors when suddenly a few of the walls around them fizzle out and disappear. Character B is left staring up at a literal giant. They escape through the back door (the front door disappeared with the walls) and find that everything outside is normal. After a few hours of debating what to do, character B steps tentatively back inside. Everything is normal now.

Character B assumes what they saw was a weird hallucination caused by stress and tries to ignore it, continuing to live in the cabin. The next day, at some obscene mid-morning hour, the walls disappear as they’re cleaning the cabin. Again a giant looms over them and they rush to the back door to escape like they had before, but the giant blocks it with their hand. Character B scrambles away from the hand and dashes under a table, curled up and shaking in fear.

Meanwhile the giant, character A, stares at character B confused. “Who are you? How are you so small? Why are you living in my cabin?” Character B stares up at them from beneath the table. Did they just say this is their cabin? First meeting stuff ensues as both characters confusedly try to figure out what happened. Character A realizes that B is a person like them, and the cabin has a real life counterpart somewhere in the woods in a neighboring country. Character B realizes (similarly to A) that the giant is actually just a person, and they somehow have a scale model of the cabin they’re staying in which makes them able to access the real one.

Maybe character B decides to keep the cabin and learns more about character A, and the two can become unlikely friends. Maybe character B doesn’t want anything to do with this and abandons the cabin, leaving the next homeowner to deal with the strange giant person.

If anyone wants to use these for a story, I’ll be happy to read it! I doubt I’ll do anything more with these ideas other than daydream about them, anyways.

#im partial to version 2 but every once and a while I mix it up #g/t #giant tiny

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thesilvercup · 1 year

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Oh! Lover Boy!

A Jake Seresin x Reader

Reader finds out she’s pregnant and tries to come up with the perfect way to surprise her husband. But not all things go to plan.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: none? If there are let me know!

Feel free to like, reblog, comment, not read, not like, or whatever your heart desires. Enjoy and happy reading! Find my master list here!

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Do you ever feel like no one has your back except for a few people? Yep, that’s exactly how I feel. Working as a painter while my husband is a naval aviator people always seems to paint me as the “trophy” wife or the dumb but pretty wife. Why won’t people see me for me? Even when I let them in their snide remarks push me further away from feeling worthy of any meaningful love or relationship. And trying to complain to people I get hit with “I wish that was my problem.” I feel so lost in life. That is until I see my husband.

Jake has always been there for me. He has picked me up when days got bad and he’s loved me for me. Not for my body or my looks like so many claim. That’s one of the reasons why I can trust him with my whole mind, body, and soul. However, I have a secret. A secret that won’t be a secret soon but a secret that makes the wait so much better. I, Samantha Seresin, am pregnant with Jake Seresin’s baby. The one catch is that he doesn’t know yet.

Jake’s had an extremely busy past few weeks at work. Which is awful for Jake and puts him under a lot of stress but ideal conditions for this secret. The long hours he has been working gives my gift more time to be perfected. I am painting a tiny little square canvas of us holding hands with me turned to the side to show a bump. Since this piece is so detailed yet really small I need the most amount of time I can get to finish it. Luckily for me, the painting is almost finished. As I paint my mind tends to wander so no wonder I just found out as I gazed upon the clock that I only have about an hour until Jake gets home. I put my painting products away and hide my canvas in a random draw in my studio.

Swiftly but carefully, I go about the house to pick up out of place objects and straighten crooked blankets. After that is done I head into our pantry. I bend down and push the start button located on the top of the roomba so I can focus my attention on dinner. Before I do any cooking in the kitchen I head out of pantry and into our living room. I turn on our record player and put on my favorite record of all time, A Night At The Opera by Queen. As the needle touches the vinyl and the music starts playing my body moves on autopilot. I walk through the doorway and into our kitchen where our defrosted chicken lay in the sink. I glance at my phone. Thirty minutes until he leaves work. Dinner will definitely be a time crunch because we live on base.

I rub different spices into the chicken breasts along with butter to crispen its skin. Along with buttered and salted asparagus i plop them in the oven to bake for 25 minutes. I then get started on the pasta I want to make. Although I follow social media I don’t worship celebrities. However, Jake and I both love Gigi Hadid’s vodka pasta. I hear the music stop so after I finish plopping the pasta noodles in boiling water I flip the record to side B. That’s when I hear my phone chime from the kitchen. Without looking at it yet I know that the text is Jake on his way home. Once I get into the kitchen I confirm that it is and rush to finish this pasta. He’s suspiciously 15 minutes early. I brush it off and continue cooking. 5 minutes later and the pasta is done as well as the asparagus with the chicken still cooking away in the oven, I hear the sound of keys dangling and my beautiful but tired husband walk through the doors. “Hey, Honey,” I call from my spot in the kitchen currently trying to take out our cute sea foam green glass dishes from the highest shelf. It’s evident that Jake can hear the slightest tense in my voice and he’s by my side in an instant, reaching up to grab the dishes but also reaching down with his opposite hand to grab my ass and give me a kiss at the same time.

“Hiya, baby. Missed you today,” he says as he sets down the plates on the counter and hugs me. I let my body relax into his and retort, “I bet I miss you more, baby.” He shakes his head and adjusts his hug to be tighter than before. “At work today, I couldn’t stop talking about you. Even more so than I normally do that everyone joked my call sign should be changed.”

“To what, Jakey?” I ask. I look up at him and his cheeks are tinted pink. “To Lover Boy,” he says sheepishly. I love the name! I start to giggle. “Well lover boy, I think it’s a perfect fit,” I say as I lean up to kiss him. Jake kisses back with extreme vigor but right as things started to get heated the oven dinged.

“Oh our dinner!” I exclaim as I go and get the hot hands from the island. Jake gets there quicker than I do. And manages to get the chicken out of the oven before I can even protest. I smile and kiss Jake as I turn off the oven and start packing our plates with food. As we start eating my mind keeps wondering from our conversation. Jake has to say my name a few times for me to snap out of my thoughts. I truly can’t help it. I keep thinking about the painting two rooms over. I want to give it to Jake so bad right now but I’m not sure if it’s the right timing. But will it ever be the right timing? Probably not. Maybe is should wait for him to shower? I assume he’s already showered before getting home. If not it might ruin the mood. How will he take it? We’ve been married for 2 years and I’m only 24 and he’s 30 so we are still quite young. Oh well maybe if I just rush and do — “Sam,” Jake states, “baby are you okay? You’ve been spacey all dinner?” Oh shit. “Yeah Jake I’m okay. It’s just this big project that I’m rushing to finish.” The concern from Jake’s eyes leave and for once I feel like I could actually lie and get away with it from my husband. Sadly, that’s not the case.

As fast as the concern left his face confusion trickled in. “I thought you weren’t completing anymore projects this month?” My face dropped and my jaw would’ve hit the table if it was connected any looser to my jaw. Trying to keep my composure I try a white lie. “Well actually it’s more of a personal venture than a business one.” The holds over Jake but it doesn’t seem like it’s enough. However, he doesn’t push me any further that evening. A few hours later we’re climbing into bed. With all these longer shifts, Jake hasn’t really had the energy or been in the mood to fuck. That’s okay though, I’ve been so incredibly exhausted having our tiny little love inside of me he barely notices how fast I fall asleep now. I pull the blankets up closer to my neck and snuggle in to Jake. His grip on me tightens and we drift off to sleep. With similar topics on our minds yet neither of us had a clue.

On typical weekday mornings, Jake would wake up first, have breakfast, and be dressed ready to go to work before I had even gotten out of bed. Yet today I woke up 30 minutes before Jake’s alarm. From the most awful and tight feeling in my stomach and my throat. I was going to puke! As the clock turned to 4:00 am I was up and in the bathroom spewing out the contents of dinner from the night before. Hearing Jake groan and step out of bed I hurry to come up with a good enough excuse. Should I say food poisoning? No because he’s completely fine and I was the one that cooked. Hmmm how about the flu? That could work I’ll go with that.

As I lean over the toilet to let out more of my stomach contents Jake crouches down behind me and gently rubs my back. “It’s okay baby, let it out. Shhhh, Sammy it’s okay,” he whispers. After a few minutes I feel a bit better and go to clean the toilet and brush my teeth. Jake stops me from cleaning the toilet saying that he wants to help. I oblige, not really having the energy or the urge to fight him on this. Once we get back in bed it’s around 4:20, ten minutes before he has to wake up.

“I’m sorry for waking you up, baby,” I croak out as he holds me in his arms. “Shhh my love it’s okay, I just want you to feel better,” he replies. “I actually feel so much better now,” I state as I hold onto him, the one person in the world that wouldn’t care that I just cost him 30 more minutes of uninterrupted sleep. “I’m so glad, baby,” he gently states. After a while of him hugging and rubbing my sides he works up the courage to say, “I actually liked that you got sick. It made me think of you being pregnant and how it would be like with me comforting you.”

“Hmmm,” I say, “that’s actually quite funny.” Jake furrows his eyebrows. “Why is that funny?” I croon my neck to look up at him. With a smile I say, “give me a second and you’ll see.” I toss the covers off of us and make my way down the steps. I turn into my studio and fish out the painting. Although it’s unfinished it’s close to being done. I also dig around another drawer to retrieve the pregnancy tests I had peed on yesterday, so that I didn’t give him old musty ones. I quickly glide up the stairs to give him his gift. It’s perfect! Impromptu yet cute. Before I enter our bedroom I call out, “Jake close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you too.” “Yes ma’am,” Jake calls back. I peak around the corner to make sure his eyes are closed and once I’m 99% sure I come into the room. “Ok baby give me your hands.” “Yes, baby,” Jake replies. I place the canvas in his hands first, while keeping the pregnancy tests behind my back. “Ok , Jakey you can open your eyes now.”

Once Jake does his eyes widen and he glances up at me. The biggest smile I’ve ever seen from him is plastered on his face. “You want to have a baby, too,” Jake questions. I burst out into a fit of giggles. “Jakey, no. I don’t want to have a baby, too. We’re having a baby.” I show him the pregnancy tests that were hidden from behind my back. I start to tear up, however Jake starts bawling his eyes out. He launches into me telling me how happy he his. “Baby I love you so much,” he manages to get out, “this is the best thing to ever happen to me.” I nod my head in agreeance. My eyes happen to catch the clock as it reads 4:45. “Jake!” I say concerned, “you need to leave for work soon.” Without leaving my side he whips out his phone and agrees that he needs to get out of bed.

“But I really don’t want to leave you,” Jake whines. “I know baby but we’ll be here waiting for you to get back.” Jake’s smile appears and he kisses me all over the face and then shimmies down to kiss my still flat stomach. “I love the both of you so much,” Jake says. “We love you too,” I beam at him. Jake quickly gets dressed and grabs a small bite to eat before heading out of the door. I follow him to it and call out, “Lover Boy! Maybe get off work early for a special surprise?” Jake’s head snaps towards me so fast and he frantically nods. “Will do, I’ll even break orders to get here.” We exchange love you’s as he pulls out of the driveway. Oh how I love my Lover Boy.

#hangman fanfiction #jake seresin x reader #top gun au #top gun hangman #top gun maverick #hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin

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declinlalune · 9 months

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Plants Vs Feelings || Andy & Jonas

TIMING: in july, after zane dropped the plant by bread cemetery. LOCATION: bread cemetery. PARTIES: @thesilentmedium & @declinlalune SUMMARY: andy shows jonas the plant zane dropped off for him. CONTENT WARNINGS: none!

Andy had wanted to ask Jonas about Zane and exactly what had happened there, but didn’t want to cross any boundaries. But how else was she supposed to tell him that she had a gift waiting for him? Sure, Zane could have taken it home and brought it back another time, but he didn’t. It sat on the counter waiting for Jonas’s arrival the next morning. She was stacking the flour delivery into a corner of the back kitchen when she heard Jonas enter through the front door of the bakery. She looked around the doorway and raised a hand in greeting, wiping some of the flour that’d gotten onto her hands off on the apron.

She approached Jonas with a smile, motioning towards the plant on the counter. She should be as straightforward as possible, she realized. No use in pretending she didn’t know who’d brought it to begin with. “Zane brought it for you yesterday, but you’d already gone home. I told him I’d make sure that it got to you.” She picked it up and held it out for him to take with a small knowing smile.

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Jonas was not a functional human being today, he decided, as he clutched the coffee in his hand like a lifeline. He hadn’t meant to stay up all night but had made the mistake of putting on a show before bed. Normally Jonas didn’t have a problem falling asleep to movies or tv, but something about Pride & Prejudice ended up keeping his interest and before he knew it the sun was coming up. Maybe it was because Jonas had been feeling a little lonely lately that the romance show was able to keep him hooked.

Jonas and Zane had never really gotten to talk about what happened that evening under the tree. The day they were meant to, ended up with Zane having to cancel due to emergencies in the ER. In fact the ER had been keeping Zane rather locked up and while the two had managed a text here or there it had left Jonas wondering where exactly the other man wanted to take things. Jonas was worried he may have come off a bit strong and scared the other man off. He knew Zane didn’t have as much experience in these matters as he did and he really didn’t want to make Zane feel pressured into a relationship he might not have been ready for.

A bit of relief came about at the sight of his lovely work partner and the plant she was offering forward. Jonas’ couldn’t help the smile that graced his face as he set his coffee aside to carefully take the plant from Andy’s hands. “It is very cute!” He held the pink plant up, adoring the little thing. “I appreciate you holding onto this for me. It is a lovely gift, I will have to make sure I text Zane later to let him know.” Jonas’ couldn’t hide the look of affection he gave the plant as he thought of the man who gifted it. He nestled it safely on a shelf behind the counter. It would sit there till the end of his shift he decided. “We will have to think of a name for it.”

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Andy watched Jonas carefully as he took the plant. His eyes lit up like when he talked about his mom, but there was no sadness this go around. “Yeah, you don’t need to thank me.” She picked up the sack of flour she’d been moving to the front room off of the counter and set it to the side so that it’d be available for when they next needed it. She turned around to watch as Jonas put the plant onto the shelf. It looked good there, but it probably deserved a better home.

“Hm?” At Jonas’s comment, Andy nodded, thinking for a moment. “Maybe something to do with pink?” Admittedly, her skillset did not include knowing anything about plants. She knew other things, sure, but plants were sort of out of her range of information. She leaned against the counter and watched it, waiting for it as if it’d move on its own accord. In this town, it probably would. “Or give it a human name, that’d be funny, too.” She’d met a dog named Francis the other day and hadn’t stopped thinking about it.

—

“I do, you did something kind. I will make you some extra pastries to take home today for your sister and you to share.” Jonas already had a lot on his plate with custom orders but he was nothing if not a master of planning his day. He was sure he could squeeze in some cream puffs for the siblings to enjoy, maybe even some sugar cookies. He was already planning how to decorate each pastry, the cream puffs would be made to look like rabbits and the sugar cookies would be dusted in rainbow sprinkles on top of a white frosting. Of course he would have to make sure to package them before Andy got a peek at what he was preparing for them.

“Something pink and human related.” He mumbled to himself, finger tapping his chin as he thought. “Not um human exactly but there is the fairy from Sleeping Beauty who wanted Aurora’s dress to be pink. I cannot remember her name though.” He started to fiddle with his phone before pausing and waving it off, “I will look it up later. I uh should help you get the shop ready.” Jonas wasn’t as strong as Andy so having her around really was a blessing but he was still strong enough to move a bag of flour or two should Andy need him to. “How was your night? I am sorry I did not ask before I was excited over the plant.”

—-

Andy waved away Jonas’s offer. “I can also make them myself, you know.” Though, Jonas seemed to know the best ratios. Even if she followed the recipes his mom left behind, whatever she made never tasted the same as his. She wondered if it was the attachment he had to Bread Cemetery. She was appreciative of his offer, regardless of not wanting him to waste his time on it. “But if you insist.” She grinned at him and wiped away some of the flour dust from her apron.

As Jonas debated on a name for the plant, Andy nodded. She’d never seen Sleeping Beauty, but she was sure that the name would fit, if it was something about being a fairy and being pink. She couldn’t be entirely sure, but she trusted his judgment. “No, it’s okay, I can do it. I think the plant’s name is more important here, don’t you think?” She wasn’t sure if it was actually, but still. She liked seeing Jonas happy like this. “Hm? My night was…” She thought about the canned cheese and Kaden’s face. “Good, as any other, I guess.” Andy smiled at Jonas before grabbing a few piping bags, setting them up at Jonas’s station. “Lil’s not getting locked out anymore, right? You know I had to push her through a window a few weeks ago.”

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Jonas grinned, “Of course you can and you do it very well but there is always something special about letting someone else bake them for you.” He supposed it was the kindness of the gesture that made the pastries always taste better when they came from a friend. When you loved someone it seemed to tint many of the things they did in a more favorable light. Not that Jonas could excuse everything a loved one did out of affection for them. He did not think he could forgive anyone who killed another person out of anger or some sick twisted sense of delight.

Jonas could take a hint that Andy wanted to know the name sooner rather than later, “Very well give me just a moment.” He smiled and once again began to fiddle with his phone, mouthing some of the words as he read the wiki page on sleeping beauty. “Her name was Flora, that does seem very fitting. We should um make it official.“ He looked around for a marker on the front desk, making a small noise of triumph when the sharpie finally revealed itself. With a delicate hand he wrote out the name FLORA on the lip of the pot. ”There now she knows.“

His joy was paused for a moment at the mention of Lil being stuck outside, ”Oh um I did not know she was having trouble getting back in. I will make sure she remembers her keys from now on. Though it is curious as to why Blue did not wake me up when she heard you pushing my... well my sister through a window.“ Perhaps Blue had been lazy that night and simply did not want to bother getting out of bed in order to offer aide. Or she figured the two making noise were doing well enough on their own. Jonas could feel the form in his shadow shift at the mention of her name before settling back in to rest. Blue wasn’t a lazy dog by any means but she was a fierce snuggler.

—

“Yeah, I guess you’re right about that.” Growing up, it’d been clear that she was meant to take care of herself, and by taking care of herself, that meant taking care of Alex, too. She didn’t mind it, and she loved her sister, but it was a little different having somebody else who wasn’t connected to her by blood offering to take things off her plate, or even cook for her. Jonas was no exception to that, even if she wasn’t sure how to simply accept his kind gesture. Andy looked over her shoulder as Jonas finally gave the name of the plant.

Flora was a pretty name, one she hadn’t heard in most contexts. “That is nice.” Andy watched as Jonas wrote the plant’s name on the pot with a sharpie. “We could probably decorate it with stickers, too. I think I saw plant sweaters, maybe we can change it out with the season?” It was a cute idea, even she had to admit, and she was sure that if Zane walked in to see the plant he gave Jonas being given such attention, he’d be elated.

Andy shrugged, a laugh escaping her as she pushed some of the items towards the front of the working station. “I think that she didn’t want to bother you, and maybe Blue was tired, too.” It had been a little weird that the dog hadn’t woken up, but who was Andy to question a dog’s life? “Maybe she figured that Lil had help, who knows.” She turned around and began to prep the assorted boxes, building them out so that they could easily transfer the baked goods once orders were placed. “I didn’t mind it, though. It was all kind of funny, actually.”

—

“Well I would like to think I am.” Jonas perhaps took on helping people a little too often. He couldn't help it, his father had ingrained in his head from an early age just how useless he was to this family. So if he could take on little burdens from other people it made him feel less like he was just here for no reason. It could keep him focused on the present rather than the past that kept him in such a negative spiral. Plus Andy always deserved a treat, she was such a hard worker and such a good friend, one of these days he was going to convince her to bring over everyone for dinner. When it was just him and Blue there waiting for Lil it was rather lonely.

”Stickers and pot sweaters? That would be very cute. I am planning to keep her at home but I can bring her in for holidays and we can decorate her pot.“ Jonas would feel more comfortable having such a precious gift in an area far from angry customers or potential ghostly bagels. He began to wonder about the bagel Blue had so rudely shoved in Regan's pocket before Andy spoke up again.

”Well as long as you did not hurt yourselves getting her in, still I will make sure she remembers her keys.“ Jonas was already putting the reminder into his phone to get a little key hook to place by the door. It would surely help to have the same place to put them every time she came home. Blue finally hearing her name enough decided to pull herself form Jonas' shadow, the man seemed completely unphased by this as the big dog walked over and nuzzled Andy's hand before walking around to lay on her blanket pile in front of the counter. ”I will have to have you over for dinner sometime to show my appreciation.”

—-

“Oh, I guess that makes more sense.” Andy wasn’t sure why Jonas would keep the plant at the store, and it made more sense for him to take the object of his affection home. Or rather, the token of affection from his object of affection…? She had no clue how it worked. She’d never had feelings past physical attraction in most situations, and she wasn’t exactly looking to change that, either.

There were some curiosities about Zane and Jonas that she had, though. But she had already decided that she would let Jonas tell her what he wanted to tell her rather than ask questions that might be better kept private until one of them were ready to explain what they meant to each other.

Andy shook her head. “Nah, she even took off her heelies, so we were good there.” The memory brought a fond smile to her face, knowing well enough that the three of them could rely on each other, even if she was a little quieter about it than the other two. Blue’s cold nose met her hand and Andy looked down, grinning as she gave the dog a quick scratch behind the ears. Seemingly satisfied, she went to her corner, plopping down on the blankets Jonas had set out for her. “Hm? You don’t need to do that, but dinner does sound great.” She wasn’t sure what appreciation Jonas had meant– her helping Lil, collecting the plant from Zane, or helping him at the store. Whatever it was, she was sure to tuck away that she’d bring him a pie of some kind to show her appreciation.

“But then again, even if I say you don’t need to do something, you’ll probably do it anyway. You and Lil are both stubborn like that.” She was, too, but she didn’t like to take up people’s time. Not that that’s what the twins were doing, but still.

—

“That is good, having heelies dig into you can be very uncomfortable.” Lil normally left Jonas out of anything she thought would get the young man in trouble but sometimes a ghost locked all but one window to a house and a boost was needed to get inside. It only took one forgetful moment to find out just how painful those little wheels could be on one's back. Of course Lil hadn't done it on purpose. They both had been rather tired that day and neither thought to check before Jonas let her use him as a stepping stool to reach the window that was a tad bit higher than she could manage on her own.True to his nature Jonas didn't complain at the time but he did make sure to check whether or not her wheels were in any other time he was needed in that position.

“We share many traits. I am happy that is one of them.” Being stubborn in offering kindness was not a bad thing in his mind. Jonas' mother was the same way, always helping the people of Wicked's Rest where she could. Being so close to her it made sense that Jonas took parts of her personality. She was the one that hammered it into his head to always be polite.

“I am used to having large family dinners. It is strange now being in that house and only having Lil there at the table.” Going from six people to two was rather lonesome. Jonas probably felt it more than Lil who seemed more than happy for it to just be the two of them, and sure Jonas was happy with that as well but when left alone in such a big house he couldn't help but feel the absence of his family. “You are doing me a favor by coming over, if that makes my request less bothersome.“

—-

“I’m sure. She was pretty considerate about it.” With a laugh, Andy moved around to the front of the entrance and began flipping the signs over. They’d be opening soon enough and need to unlock the doors.

Twins were usually polar opposite. Or, at least, that’s what she’d seen on television. There’d been a few sets of twins at the hunting camp she and Alex attended, but she’d not really seen it then. There was a viciousness that accompanied all children then, but especially in those who shared more DNA than most siblings. It was weird, seeing them compete against one another. Lil and Jonas were nothing like that, and for that, Andy was thankful.

“If you’re sure, Jonas.” Andy turned back around towards the front entrance, peering out at the passerby. “I think we’ll be busy today. We should probably get started.” She commented as she turned back around to face her friend. She knew that he had a bit of prep that he needed to get started on, so it was probably better that she take front of house to start the morning with.

#para: plants vs feelings #para: jonas #wickedswriting #//i love jonas and donnie

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themultifandomgal · 2 years

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Shelby Clan- Heroes

"YN!" my father shouts from downstairs. I sigh opening my bedroom door and walking down to see him on the sofa

"Yes father"

"Tonight we have visitors. This house best be clean. Understand?"

"Does that means you'll stop drinking for the rest of the day" I mumble

"What was that?" I flinch as my father comes over to me hand raised

"I mean yes of course father"

"That's what I thought" I walk into the kitchen and make a start on cleaning while my father sits drinking out of his glass.

A few hours later I manage to clean the house, my father had given me instructions to stay upstairs out of sight. I sit on the bed and hear the door open then shut

"The Shelby brothers, it's good to see you all" Shelby? I went to school with a Shelby, what was his name? John was it? that was until mother died and father wouldn't let me out of the house, everyone thinks I died with mother

"Yes well let's get this over with shall we?" one of the brothers say.

I decide to pass the time I would read a book. I walk over to my shelf and pick up Pride and Prejudice, but the book drops and make a loud noise

"What was that?"

"Nothing Mr Shelby, how's the food?"

"Arthur go check upstairs. Take your gun"

"Now Thomas is that necessary?" my father says with a scared tone

"Arthur?" I hear foot steps coming up the stairs. I run into my wardrobe and hide. Through the cracks I can see the door open and a young man enter. He walks over to the book and picks it up. I try to keep my breathing even by placing my hand over my mouth. I watch as the man walks around the room, looking under the bed, he then looks at the wardrobe with his gun pointing. I gasp a little as he walks towards me, opening up the doors the man puts his gun down and frowns at me

"YN?" I stay quiet as the man frowns "It's Arthur. You went to school with John, we thought you died" Arthur holds out his hand making me flinch again "what happened?" he sighs when I don't respond. He walks over to the door and shouts for John to come upstairs. I can hear his footsteps coming up the stairs.

I move closer into the wardrobe when John walks into my bedroom

"Arthur what is... YN? YN is that you? what the fuck happened to your face" I move my face away from looking at John, again I stay quiet

"Arthur tell Tommy to not continue with the deal" I look back at Arthur who nods his head, takes another look at me and angrily leaves the room

"You gonna come out of the wardrobe?" I slowly get out

"I'm sorry, I dropped a book, father told me to stay quiet and I didn't. Please don't hurt me" I plead with tears in my eyes

"Hurt you? YN we all thought you died with your mother" I shyly shake my head

"What has he done to you?" John asks, but more to himself

"John! Tommy says bring YN down" Arthur yells

"I'm sorry, I really am Mr Shelby, I'll stay quiet"

"YN we won't hurt you" John takes a step towards me, I take a step back. He sighs rubbing his face

"Tell Tommy that may be harder than he thinks. She terrified" I hear Arthur grumble at this "YN come with us, let us take to you to see Polly. Ada is home from London" my eyes light up hearing Ada's name "you know she's had a son, Karl" I slightly smile hearing this

"Freddie's kid?" I ask. John nods his head

"Yeah they got married"

"Always knew they would. Surprised Tommy let it happen though" I laugh a little

"Well he didn't, I'll explain everything to you later. Will you please come down stairs?" I take in a deep breath and nod my head.

We make our way to the kitchen where Tommy and Arthur are, both with a cigarette in their mouths

"Christ YN what's he done to you?" Tommy's eyes widen "how dare you lay a finger on a woman, let alone your fucking daughter" Tommy points his finger to my father "John I think it's best you take her to Pol now, leave me and Arthur to deal with this.. monster" my father laughs

"Monster? take a look at yourself in the mirror. Murderer"

"John, now" Tommy calmly says

"Come on YN" John places his hand on my back, I flinch making him apologies.

The drive was full of conversation. I learned that Martha passed away and John remarried to a woman named Esme. Tommy is currently engaged to a woman called Grace and they have a son together. Polly also found her son, Michael. When we arrive at the house I know to be down Watery Lane we walk to the house that I used to frequent when I was younger. John opens the door and walks me over to the kitchen where I see Polly, Ada, a young boy and another woman whose pregnant

"YN? oh my goodness" Polly quickly walks over to me and engulfs me in a hug, reminding me of how my mother used to hug me "come on love, let's get you a drink" Polly makes me sit in her seat as she gets me a drink, whisky

"YN this is Esme and Michael. Esme this is YN, the girl I have told you about. We used to get up to all sorts" Ada giggles

"Hi" I wave at the 2 nervously. Esme smiles at me while caressing her large stomach

"Thank you" I say as Polly places a drink down

"Now are you going to tell me what happened?" John asks sitting opposite me next to Esme

"Nothing much to say" I shrug "after mum died, father moved us away, hid me. He would beat me if I didn't do what he asked. Yesterday he pushed me down the stairs because I dropped a sock on the floor" the tears start to form in my eyes

"Well your safe now love. You can stay here as long as you want. It's been rather quiet since Tommy and Arthur moved out"

"Thanks Polly"

"Drink your whisky, it'll help" John nods to the drink I had been holding in my hands. I take a sip and feel the liquid burn my throat, but warm me up and it hits my stomach. Thank goodness it's was the Shelby brothers who found me today. Anyone else and I could be dead right now.

#john shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby imagine #finn shelby imagine #micheal gray #polly grey #peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #shelby brothers

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mistiell · 2 years

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Who’s more likely to be the prankster or the one to get pranked?

A/N: I love this request so much, it was honestly so fun to write. (Also, I just sort of assumed you wanted this with Arcane characters)

To Prank or Be Pranked, That is the Question

Viktor

- Honestly, it’s hard to say which one of you would be which

- He may seem like the type to be the person being pranked, but he’s fully capable of being just as much of a lil’ shit as you are

- You probably start a prank war

- and it was by complete accident too

- You switched out his coffee for tea

- Which isn’t really a big prank, but still a prank nonetheless

- He retaliates by moving your favourite snack to different places around the apartment

- You found it underneath the bed at one point

- This continues for as long as it takes for one of you to give up and call a truce

- Which you’re both too stubborn to do

- He also moves your tea/coffee to the highest shelf he can possibly reach and teases you when you can’t reach it

- He’ll get it for you once he’s finished having his fun

- Also

- Something you should know in case you ever want to get him back

- His sides are very ticklish

- Do with that information what you will

Jayce

- You’d be the one pranking him

- You do the one where you stick an empty paper towel roll between the lid and seat of the toilet and a couple toilet paper rolls on top of the lid and say, “the toilet’s smoking”

- ^ It looks like this

- He’s actually really concerned at first

- when he comes into the bathroom, he just stands there for a second

- Then he runs a hand over his face and starts laughing hysterically

Jayce, laughing and looking mildly disappointed: Seriously? The toilet’s smoking?

You, trying desperately not to laugh: Yes! Are you not seeing what I’m seeing???

Silco

- He’d definitely be the one getting pranked

- You and Jinx team up and come up with a bunch of different ways to fuck with him

- At one point, y’all shift everything in his office a little bit to the left

- This literally goes on for months

- Once or twice a week, depending on how ballsy you two are feeling, you distract Silco for an hour or two while Jinx spends that time moving every single item just a smidge to the left

- He doesn’t notice until his desk is very noticeably off center

- Once he asks you guys about it, you feign innocence and help him move everything back to where it was

- And then a week later, you start moving everything to right side of the room instead

- She’d be the one to prank you first

- definitely the type to do the plastic wrap prank

- She’ll have it set it up hours before you get home

- And when you do, she’s in the kitchen waiting for you to call her name

You: Vi, I’m home!

Vi: In the kitchen, babe!

You: Oh, are you making di-

- It startles you so bad that you lose your balance and fall flat on your ass

- And she fucking dies laughing

You: sHUT UP, IT’S NOT FUNNY!

Vi, in tears: YOU’RE RIGHT! ITS FUCKING HILARIOUS!

- Once she’s calmed down and made sure you aren’t actually hurt, she apologizes

Jinx

- You’re the one being pranked

- Hands down

- She keeps you on your toes 24/7

- I’ve mentioned this before but she does the poppers under the toilet seat thing

- Also switches your shampoo for hair dye

- You make sure to check the label before using it now

- What’s infuriating, though, is that she’s damn near impossible to prank back

- Somehow, she always knows what you’re planning and how to avoid it

Mel

- You’d be the one pranking her

- She finds them funny, but she isn’t really the type to go out of her way to do them herself

- You hide a fake spider under her pillow and wait for her to make the bed

- You’ll be sitting in the living room, sipping on your morning tea/coffee, when all of a sudden you hear a sudden yelp from the bedroom

- You have to stop yourself from bursting out laughing

- She walks out of the bedroom with the spider looking very unamused

Mel, raising an eyebrow: You think you’re funny, do you?

You: Absolutely, I do :D

- She gets this mischievous look on her face and you’re like “Woah, hold up, wtf is about to go down??”

- She sprints at you with the spider and you literally have to scramble off the couch to escape her

- Eventually abandons the spider and just tackles you to the couch instead

- It’s not often that she lets loose like this but she’s so fun when she does

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jasontoddiefor · 3 years

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A gift for @thenegoteator :D

It took a Temple to raise a child, and Mace Windu was very much aware of this. However, it did not explain what Ahsoka Tano was doing at his door in the middle of the night. Ahsoka had deep bags under her eyes, which wasn’t too much of a surprise considering the current living arrangements of her lineage. While little Luke and Leia were relatively well-behaved newborns, they were still only a few weeks old. If their human caretakers didn’t wake up at every single little whimper, then the togruta with the superior hearing certainly would.

“Do you want to come inside?” Mace asked, not letting his confusion show. He was used to people coming to his door at the oddest hours.

“If—if I can?” Ahsoka replied as if only now becoming aware of her actions. In this, she reminded Mace of her Grandmaster and the many nights Mace had found Obi-Wan coming to his doorstep during the first months of Anakin’s stay at the Temple.

“My door is always open, Padawan,” Mace said – and watched her wince.

Ah.

So there was the problem.

“Caleb is currently sleeping in my bed as Depa is away,” Mace explained. “So please keep your voice down. I don’t want to wake him unnecessarily.”

The boy had already had a hellish enough month behind him, he needed all the rest he could get. Even though the war was officially over, enough planets refused to surrender, drawing out the battles until they had nothing but children left to sacrifice. It weighed on Mace’s shoulders, making him wonder whether he wasn’t too old to carry such burdens still.

Ahsoka nodded and followed Mace inside. He couldn’t recall whether Ahsoka had been in his room before, but from the way she eagerly looked around his quarters, taking in the sight of old instruments, books, and holos, he guessed she hadn’t. Well, at one point in their life, every Jedi had set a foot inside Mace’s quarters, so this was bound to happen sooner or later.

“Do you want a cup of tea?”

Ahsoka tore herself away from the sight and looked at him with surprise. “I—yes? That would be nice.”

“Then I will make a cup. Do you have any preferences? I believe I even have Obi-Wan’s favorite blend here.”

Mace had no idea whether he had bought it or if Obi-Wan had just left it here from himself when he came over. Knowing the other man, it was likely that the latter was the case. For a man claiming to be so very polite, Obi-Wan could be a right brat.

Mace’s kitchen was small, with only a few cabinets and one shelf, two cooking tiles, and an oven. He wasn’t much of a cook himself and preferred to eat in the cafeteria with everyone, frequently taste-tasting what the Initiates had prepared. He selected two uneven cups Depa had made for him when she’d been young from the shelf. Why she had decided to pick up pottery of all hobbies was beside him, but he supposed that she found the motion soothing. Devan did enjoy parkouring through the lower levels and Echuu was quite content playing the guitar to calm himself.

Perhaps Mace should focus less on why all three of his Padawans had decided they wouldn’t follow him into theatre so they could continue to make fun of him. Setting the water to boil, Mace searched through his cabinets until he found Obi-Wan’s favorite blend. The fruity tea was far from the blend he preferred, but Mace prided himself on being a good host. While he waited for the tea to finish steeping, Mace enjoyed the quiet of the night. For all that there were few sounds as dear to him as that of people walking, or in the case of some younglings and few selected Knights, running, down their large hallways, Mace could appreciate the quiet when the world came to rest.

With two finished cups in hand, he returned to the living room, where he found Ahsoka curled up on the sofa, no longer studying his quarters for any hidden secrets.

“Thank you,” she said when she accepted the cup from him. She held it in her hands as if to warm them, letting the steam hit her face. She breathed in once, twice, finding her rhythm again. Mace waited until she’d calmed enough to speak up.

“What brings you to my door, Padawan Tano?”

Ahsoka flinched and appeared to make herself even smaller as if attempting to vanish. When it became apparent that it didn’t work, that silence hadn’t been what she had sought him out for, she let out a sigh. “You keep calling that.”

“Calling you what?” Mace asked, his brow raised, playing oblivious.

“… Padawan.”

“Are you not? I was under the impression that you had returned to the Temple.”

“I did, but I still left,” Ahsoka replied. “I left and I was convinced that I had to leave and that it was good that I did. I still think I had to leave the Temple behind.”

“Then why are you torn?”

Ahsoka’s hold on her cup tightened and so, perhaps in wise anticipation, she set it on the table and buried her hands in her robes instead, hiding their twitching from view. Mace could trace all her mannerisms to her teachers and couldn’t imagine what it must be like to purposefully rip all those pieces from yourself when they had become so ingrained in your very being. Even Dooku, who’d fallen so far from their beliefs, had been unable to fully rid himself of Yoda’s lessons. Maybe it was for the best. Hope had become a scarce commodity during the war, yet Mace considered the possibility that in a decade, they wouldn’t be imprisoning a Sith anymore.

“But am I still a Padawan? A member of this Order?” Ahsoka asked. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she shook like the leaves on the trees in the courtyard.

“Has your Master told you anything different?”

Ahsoka paused. “…. No.”

Seeing that realization was settling within her, Mace nodded. “Then you should not doubt him. You are a Jedi, Ahsoka Tano, and you will remain one as long as you live by our tenets.”

That teased a startled laugh from her. “Compassion for all except people who cheat at push-n-pull?”

As if transported back ten years, hearing Anakin say the same, Mace snorted. “The similarities between you and your Master astonish me every time. Yes, Padawan Tano, compassion for all.”

This seemed to calm the youth as she reached for her cup again and emptied it slowly. “It’s good.”

Mace smiled into his own cup. “I’d be insulted if it wasn’t. Obi-Wan forced me to memorize all the steps for making it.”

The then young Knight had been frazzled, and Mace honestly couldn’t tell what it had been about and had forced Mace to learn how to make this tea until he’d more or less collapsed on Mace’s sofa, completely knocked out until morning when Anakin had picked him up.

“He does do that,” Ahsoka agreed. “I think this is the only thing anyone can make reliably now.”

“Sleep-deprived much?” Mace inquired.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. “Like you wouldn’t believe. I love Luke and Leia dearly, but they are demanding and need a lot of attention.”

That was honestly kinder than Mace would have described newborns at her age.

“There is a reason why we usually don’t have children this young in the Temple,” Mace said. “They are very handful. Do you get enlisted to help very often?”

Ahsoka shook her head. “No, Obi-Wan, Skyguy, and Padmé got it covered, and I’m mostly just helping out somewhere else.”

She trailed off a little. This, perhaps, was another issue, but one that could be equally easily dealt with.

“Thank you then for going where you are needed,” Mace told her.

Ahsoka blinked. “Huh?”

“You will grow into a specific role someday, Ahsoka, and that needs time. Do not feel as if you need to earn back your place in the Temple. You don’t need to earn yourself a home you have always had. For now, trust me when I say that everyone you’ve helped is glad that you were there. It is an admirable quality to have a sense of where you are needed. Do not see it as being the odd one out.”

This was the hardest lesson to teach and learn, the fact that there was a path out there for you, but that it took time to see where it would lead. Too many of their Padawans now felt utterly lost without the structure the war had provided them with.

“Oh. I guess if you say so.”

“Yes, I do say so,” Mace agreed. Then, eyeing Ahsoka’s empty cup, he added on, “do you want another?”

“No.” Ahsoka yawned. “I think I might best head back.”

“You can also sleep here if you want, and don’t mind Caleb hogging the blanket. I won’t go to bed tonight anyway.”

Ahsoka squinted at him as if attempting to discern whether he was lying. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Really—”

“Ahsoka, go to bed.”

Clearly feeling better already, she saluted and, after Mace showed her his bedroom, made herself comfortable in it. She took off her shoes and tossed her robe over a chair before climbing into the bed. Ahsoka had barely laid down when Caleb already turned around to curl around her, clinging like a little monkey. After a moment’s apprehension, she relaxed and was fast asleep. Stealing one last glance at the two Padawan, Mace returned to his living room, looking through the incoming reports.

Hectic as the aftermath of the war was, as much effort as caring for their children was, Mace wouldn’t trade it for a single thing in the world.

#star wars #mace windu #ahsoka tano #jedi #light fix it verse #fanfic

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purple-babygirl · 3 years

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you got me reading all your works from 4 AM till 6 AM today, and I have zero regrets. And I’d do it all again. I truly love all of your works, especially those that has anything to do with Bucky.

Now all I can think about is Bucky’s reaction and care to finding out that his Little got an injury—one that she been hiding from him. Omg the fluff.

Anyway, have a great day!

Pairing: Poly!SamBucky x little!f!reader

Word count: 3,381 (i know i know...)

Warnings: polyamory, ddlg dynamics, excessive, probably unnecessary, fluff no one asked for.

A/N: Nonnie, I'm honored💜. Thank you so much for sending me this, you've warmed my heart to no extent💜💜. It is everything when you tell me you like what I share with you. You're so amazing and I hope I'll always deliver and never disappoint you ily:"💜 I know you only said Bucky but I couldn't help but get Papa!Sam in there too, hope you're not mad at me?:" Please enjoy xx.

don't hide

"Oh, we forgot the toilet paper!" Sam groaned, "I'll go get it. Wait here, sugar, okay? Eyes on the bags and don't move. Papa will be right back," he said before marching back to the big store's entrance, leaving her by the car with all the grocery bags.

Papa said to wait there. Papa warned her that the ground was snowy and slippery and dangerous. Papa told her not to move, she reminded herself but she just couldn't help it. She had to grab that orange.

A bag had fallen on its side out of nowhere and an orange had fallen out and rolled away. She needed to get it before Papa came back or else he'd know she wasn't watching the bags and was zoned out instead. She'd be careful and she'd take the fruit and come back to where Papa left her and he wouldn't even know it. She'd take small steps and she'd be quick. Plus, she was a big girl; she'd never slip, right?

Wrong.

Before she could catch herself, her foot was slipping, her arms were flailing and she was on her back on the cold, hard icy ground. She squeaked, pain shooting through her spine like an electric shock. Through panic and pain, she got hold of the stray fruit, managing to get herself up and back to where she was supposed to be standing the whole time before Sam made his way back to her.

"There we go," Sam sighed, setting the bag with the toilet paper beside the others and opening the car.

She was silent, biting down on her lip to stifle the pained whimpers ready to leave her mouth.

"You ready to go, sugar?" He asked her as he stacked the last bag in the car, slamming the back shut.

"Yes, papa." She nodded, the bones supporting her neck hurting as she tried her best not to cry when she slightly bent to get in the backseat.

She didn't say anything. She couldn't. Daddy and Papa were taking her sledding in the park the next day and she couldn't even be good and obey one single thing she was told. They'd definitely cancel the whole day and make her stay home if they knew what she did. And not only that but she'd surely be punished for not listening and not being careful enough. She could take it. She could play, sled and smile through the pain. Plus, she was a big girl; she could handle a little fall, right?

Wrong.

Her back was killing her. She tried not to hiss when Papa put her seat belt on for her. She had no idea how she'd make it through the day.

"Show daddy what you got him, sugar!" Sam encouraged after leaving the bag of goods on the table for her, walking to the kitchen to drop a bunch of grocery bags

She carefully pulled a chair out and slowly climbed on top, rummaging through the bag until she found a packet of Bucky's favourite cookies. She'd pointed at them as soon as she saw them at the store and didn't stop until Papa got them down the high shelf and into the cart.

Bucky's appreciative smile lit up the room, "oh, for me?"

"Yes, daddy. Got 'em for you." She nodded timidly, playing with her sleeve.

He accepted the cookies with a giddy grin and went to store them in place in the kitchen. She giggled, proud she was the reason Daddy was smiling.

"Thank you, love." Before she could stop him, Bucky was hugging her tight, metal arm pressing on her back to pull her body to his.

The chocked whimper she let out didn't go unnoticed by the super soldier.

"You okay, doll?" Bucky raised a worried brow, flesh hand rubbing circles on her back as a sort of habit.

"Yes, daddy. I'm fine," she lied, held-in tears burning the back of her eyes. She just needed him to stop touching her spine.

"You sure?"

"Sugar, go wash your hands we just got back from outside," Sam reminded, saving her from repeating the lie to Bucky.

"Yes, papa." Her socked feet padded on the floor as she left for the bathroom.

Bucky shrugged it off for now, walking outside to help Sam with the bags. She probably wanted more candy than she was allowed and Sam refused or something of that sort.

When she was done washing her hands, she tiptoed to her bedroom and did her best to redress herself fast. Her discoloured skin looked awful in the mirror. She couldn't let her daddies see the huge bruise that was forming on her back, innocently praying it'd disappear over night so they could still go sledding the next morning.

"You changed by yourself?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing her in a comfier outfit. He knew for a fact Bucky didn't help her because he was washing strawberries in the sink behind him.

"Yes, papa," she muttered hesitantly, fearing his reaction.

"Why didn't you call me or daddy, baby? We could've helped."

"Papa and daddy are busy, didn' wanna bother you," she lied again.

"Doll, we'll never be too busy to look after our favourite girl. You can always ask for daddy and papa's help, okay?" Bucky assured her gently.

"Yes, dada."

"Good girl, here," Bucky grinned, offering her a strawberry.

"Tank you." She took it with a smile and hummed after the first bite, making Sam chuckle.

"You did a good job dressing yourself, sugar. We're proud of you." Sam let his hand cradle the small of her back so he could kiss her forehead.

She whimpered again, biting her lip hard and closing her eyes.

"Everything alright, baby?"

"Yes, papa. Strawberry tastes so good."

"Okay, baby. Go play in your room till me and daddy get lunch ready."

"Yes, papa." She pecked Sam's cheek before leaving the kitchen.

"She's lying," Bucky told his husband as soon as she got inside her playroom.

"I know."

She spent the rest of the morning suffering in silence. Her back hurt whenever it came in contact with anything. She couldn't lean forward, or backward. She couldn't even lay down for nap time, crying into her pillow as soon as her daddies left the room.

She'd try not to whine when Daddy's palm touched her upper back. She couldn't enjoy watching her favourite show on TV because she was too busy trying not to pull away when Papa hugged her to his chest while she was on his lap.

As the hours passed, she was in so much pain it was showing all over her face. Sam and Bucky were worried that she wasn't saying anything. They knew something was wrong they just didn't know what. They failed to notice her features scrunching up in pain whenever they touched her because, in their defense, they were always touching her. So they couldn't really pinpoint the problem.

"There you go, sugar." Sam handed her a plastic cup, half full of strawberry milk he'd just whipped in the blender for her.

"Thank you, papa." She smiled gratefully, stretching her neck to kiss his cheek, her face twisting in pain as a result.

"Doll, are you sure you're okay? Do you have a tummy ache? Do you feel sick?" Bucky questioned softly, all while rubbing circles on her upper back.

"No, dada. I'm okay," she continued to lie, sipping from her straw quickly so maybe Bucky would stop and let her drink in peace.

Bucky looked to Sam in defeat and the latter just shrugged at him helplessly.

"Love, me and papa are worried there's something you're not telling us." Bucky's hand caressed further down to the small of her back and she couldn't help but wince, dropping her cup.

Strawberry milk covered her chest and lap and she couldn't hold it in anymore. She started crying and apologizing, thinking there was no way out of punishment for her now. They were going to find out.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, sugar. It was an accident. It's okay." Sam tried to soothe her but her cries only grew louder as she let all the tears out.

Her body hurt so bad and it didn't help that Bucky was patting her back to calm her coughs and sobs.

"Come with me, doll. Let's get you cleaned up." She cried harder at Bucky's statement, knowing they were going to see her back now.

"No, daddy, please. Don't wanna." She shook her head, choking on her tears. She made no effort to go to his open arms like she would.

It broke Bucky's heart a tiny bit. He started to think he'd done something; that she was like that all day because of him for some reason.

"But baby, you're soaked in milk. You can't stay like that!" Sam didn't wait for her refusal, slipping his arms under her legs and carrying her body off the couch.

"No, no, papa, please." Her tears wet Sam's sweater, her thrashing hurting her muscles even more.

"Stop crying, sugar. Tell me what's wrong," Sam said, sitting down on the closed toilet lid with her on his lap.

She remained silent, her fist rubbing at her teary eye and her lips trembling.

"Is there anything you wanna tell me and daddy, baby?" Sam tried again, making brief eye contact with a worried Bucky preparing a bath.

"Wanna shower by myself," she muttered when her sobs died out, tears still leaving her red eyes.

"You know we can't let you do that, doll," Bucky sighed.

"B-But I dressed by myself," she cried more, leaning on Sam's chest.

"This is different, baby." He kissed her forehead.

"Why don't you want our help, doll? What is it?"

She was quiet again, making both men sigh.

"Alright, love, hands up," Bucky instructed but she shook her head.

"Come on now, be good. We gotta get you cleaned up, baby, or you're gonna be all sticky," Sam told her, fingers tugging at the hem of her sweater.

She gave up fighting; her back was sore and she knew her daddies were going to get her in that bath no matter what. She closed her eyes when the sweater was pulled over her head, preparing herself for Daddy's reaction.

"My goodness, doll! What happened?!" Bucky exclaimed in worry and she started sobbing again.

"What is it?"

"Look at her back, it's messed up!" Bucky gestured to the huge purple and blue bruise, whispering the last part of his sentence.

"Oh my god! How did you get this?!" Sam's eyes widened as he questioned her and she only cried more.

It broke their heart. She was in so much pain all morning and they had no idea. How could they be so inattentive?

"Hey, baby, no, it's alright. We just wanna know how you got hurt, sugar. You're not in trouble," Sam reassured, pushing her hair out of her face while Bucky ever so tenderly examined her bruises.

"I'm sorry, papa. I'm so sorry," she cried in his chest, "I- I didn' listen when you- told me to stay I- the orange fell out an- and I wanted to get it and I fell d-down an' hurt m-myself." She tried to explain between hiccups as Sam bit down in realization and regret.

"Aw, sugar," Sam sighed, feeling guilt gnaw at him for leaving her alone by the car. What was he thinking? How could he leave her all by herself like that? She was just a little baby!

"Papa's sorry, baby. Papa's so sorry he left you standing alone and went back inside." Sam apologized, kissing away the tears soaking her cheeks while she sniffled and hiccuped.

"Don't cry, doll. We're not sad with you. You didn't do anything wrong," Bucky cooed, his thumb wiping the tears down her chin and neck.

"B-But I was bad." She looked at Bucky with teary eyes.

"No, doll, you weren't bad. You were just tryna help Papa because you're a good girl." Bucky kissed her temple, holding her forehead to his cheek while he looked at Sam.

The man was zoned out, probably beating himself up somewhere in his mind.

"Let's just get you in the tub for now and then we can let the doctor take a look at your back, okay?"

"What if he gives me shots?"

"He's not gonna give you shots, doll. Only something to apply to your bruise, nothing painful or scary." Bucky promised, easing her off Sam's lap to get the rest of her clothes off.

Sam scratched his head before abruptly standing from the toilet seat, "I'll go start dinner."

Bucky sighed when his husband left the bathroom. He knew Sam was feeling guilty for their baby getting hurt and while he wanted to assure him it wasn't his fault, he had to tend to her for the time being.

"There you go, doll." Bucky carefully lowered her in the tub, letting the warm, soaped water soothe the ache in her muscles.

"Dada, can you come too?" She asked quietly, noiseless tears still leaving her eyes.

Bucky stripped himself at once, cautiously getting behind her in the tub before pressing her back to his chest. She sighed as he held her to him, Bucky's chest being much comfier than the solid ceramic of the tub.

"Is papa mad at me?" She asked Bucky, her voice trembling and breaking as she continued to cry.

"No, no, doll. Papa's not mad at you one bit, he's just worried about you," Bucky said, his hands rubbing softly on her tummy as he kissed her shoulder.

"Then why'd he leave?" Her voice was squishing Bucky's heart and he just wanted both his babies to feel better.

"He's preparing dinner for you, baby. Papa loves you; he could never be mad at you." Bucky turned her head so she could face him and wiped her tears away.

"We love you, doll. No one is mad at you. Daddy and Papa only want you to be okay. We just wanna keep you safe," Bucky told her warmly and she nodded, wrapping her arms around Bucky's neck and burrowing her face in the crook of it.

After her bath, Bucky got out first, telling her to wait while he got towels. But instead his legs took him to Sam.

"I feel like shit for not noticing too," Bucky muttered behind his spouse.

"It's not only that- what are you doing strolling around the house in just a towel after a warm bath?! Bucky, you'll catch a cold-" Sam scolded when he turned around and saw Bucky undressed.

Bucky put his mouth on Sam's in an attempt to calm his anxiety.

"I'm gonna be fine and so is she," Bucky promised against Sam's lips, cupping his cheek.

"I left her alone, Buck. She got hurt because of me."

"No, love, no. It was an accident. It could've happened anywhere any time."

"I still shouldn't have left her."

"Then we know not to do it again. Don't beat yourself up over it and distance yourself like that."

"I'm not distancing myself."

"Sam, she thinks you're sad with her. Please, love," Bucky begged, his thumb swiping over Sam's skin until the latter nodded with a sigh.

"Now go put on something."

"I thought you liked me naked," Bucky teased.

"Go." Sam lightly slapped his rear.

"I'm going." Bucky laughed, kissing Sam's lips one last time before retreating to the bathroom.

Bucky dressed her in something warm and told her to wait a minute while he got ready so he could take her to the doctor's. She peaked out of her room, hearing onions sizzling in the kitchen. She walked over to Sam as he poured tomato juice and the pot hissed.

"Papa? Are you mad?" She tugged at Sam's sleeve, red-rimmed eyes staring up at the man.

Sam sighed, turning off the stove. He took her hand in his and walked out of the kitchen with her, sitting down on the couch and motioning for her to sit on his lap.

"Why didn't you say anything, sugar?" Sam asked, putting her hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry, papa," shs teared up, "I thought you'd be mad at me and think I'm bad and not wanna take me sledding no more."

"Baby, I'd never get mad at you for getting hurt. Ever." Sam reassured her, not letting his eyes get glossy with the tears he held in.

"If you get hurt me and papa will take care of you no matter what, doll. That's the only consequence. Do you understand me, love?" Bucky added, walking out of the bedroom with a jacket in hand.

"Yes, daddy." She nodded, throwing herself in Bucky's arms, "I'm sorry. I love you."

"We love you too, doll." Bucky kissed her head, careful not to hug or squeeze her too tight.

"Papa, will you come to the doctor wimme and daddy?" She asked Sam sweetly, leaning on his chest after leaving Bucky's hold.

"Of course, sugar." Sam's thumb stroked her cheek softly.

"And we can still go sledding in the park tomorrow?"

"Oh no, baby, we can't go tomorrow."

"But you said you weren't mad." Her lip jutted out in a pout.

"I'm not mad, baby, I promise, but you're hurt."

"But the doctor is gonna fix it," she whined

"He's a doctor, sugar, not a wizard!" Sam chuckled

"Because wizards don't exist."

"They do exist, but that's not the point," Sam argued and Bucky playfully rolled his eyes behind her back.

"But papa-"

"No buts, doll. We'll go as soon as you get better and we'll stay as long as you want, yeah?"

"Yes, daddy." She complied, knowing they were right; her back was achy and stinging.

As promised the doctor gave her no needles, only a prescription of a cream for her back and a painkiller.

"Daddy, I don't wanna," she whimpered as Bucky lifted her PJs up. She was afraid of the pain she would feel once Bucky started massaging the substance onto her skin.

"I'm gonna be gentle, doll. I promise."

"It's gonna hurt," she complained more.

"Here, sugar, hold papa's hands and daddy will be done before you know it." Sam opened his palms and she immediately put her smaller hands on top.

"There you go, all set. We're ready, daddy," Sam told Bucky, squeezing her hands and smiling comfortingly at her.

She gave half a smile back, blushing as she felt Bucky ever so softly lay kisses down her hurt back.

Sam chuckled, kissing the back of her hand. She slightly hissed when Bucky touched her skin with the cold cream, his pointer and middle spreading it around on the bruises.

"Anywhere else hurts, love?"

"Right here, daddy." She pointed to the back of her neck.

Before Bucky could, Sam tilted himself forward and kissed from the ends of her hair down to where her neck met her back. She giggled, Sam's lips tickling her. The man chuckled again, pecking her cheek.

"Papa?" She held his hands in hers.

"Yes, baby?"

"I love you." She wasn't unaware of how he blamed himself for her little accident and she wanted to let him know it was alright; she was alright.

"I love you more, sugar." Sam smiled, relieved, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Starting to feel seriously left out over here," Bucky said, wiping his fingers on a tissue.

Sam rolled his eyes at his needy-for-attention husband before cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead as well, sending blood to his cheeks.

"I love you, daddy," she whispered, squeezing Bucky's right hand.

"I love you more, doll." Bucky echoed his partner, kissing her hand.

For the whole week, Papa and Daddy let her sleep on top of their chests, seeing as cuddling and spooning weren't options and they still wanted to be close. She'd alternate between the men as the nights passed.

Eventually, they did go sledding in the park when she healed, three days in a row. She loved it and she laughed so much till her cheeks hurt. She could handle a little fall after all; she could handle anything as long as Sam and Bucky were there to take care of her through it.

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starks-hero · 3 years

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Right a Wrong

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You, Sam and Bucky get to work repairing Sam’s family boat. Turns out the boat isn’t the only thing in need of fixing. But with help from you and Sam, Bucky figures some stuff out.

Word Count: 3,745

Warnings: a bit of a make-out session but not enough to be classed as smut, tfatws spoilers! 1x05

a/n: This is a direct result of watching episode 5 too many times. Spoilers below!

|| Part Two ||

Small waves lapped gently against the dock and the afternoon sun warmed your back as you worked on the old boat.

You were standing side by side with Bucky, crowbar in hand as you attempted to pry off the old metal cleats from the boats side, whilst he expertly pulled rusted pipes apart and threw them into a pile. As if on queue, one of the pipes on the opposite side of the ship burst, hissing and spurting out white clouds of steam. You marvelled at how quickly Bucky reacted, quickly crossing the deck and sealing the leak with an abrupt upward turn of the pipe with his metal arm.

"Where did you learn so much about fixing boats?" You teased, motioning to the now fixed pipe with your crowbar. Bucky dusted off his hands.

"I used to work on the docks in Brooklyn before the war." He shrugged, rolling up his sleeves to the elbow and taking a seat on a crate next to you. "I picked up a few things."

He furthered his point by leaning over and pulling at the cleat you'd been grappling with. It came away from where it was attached to the boat's side with ease in Buckys iron grip. He smirked as he tossed the scrap aside and you rolled your eyes.

"Show off."

Bucky chuckled, sitting back as Sam stepped onto the boat. He was carrying a crate in one hand and shook his head when he noticed Bucky's smirk and your dismissive smile.

"Alright, you two." He placed the crate down and pulled out two green bottles, throwing one to Bucky and handing you the other. "Beer break."

Sam took a seat across from you both and you sighed as you opened your beer, raising it up to Bucky.

His annoyance was discredited by the fond smile that broke through his expression as he begrudgingly clinked his bottle with yours. You reached over and did the same with Sam as the three of you relaxed under the heat of the Louisiana sun.

"It's starting to look good," you noted as you glanced around the boat and Sam smiled.

"Yeah, it's coming together." He took a swig of his beer. "You know, Sarah and I were talking." He started and both you and Bucky glanced up at him. "And we could use the help. Don't suppose you two would consider staying around a while? Just till we get a lead on Karli."

The offer caused a noticeable smile to pull at your lips whilst Bucky shifted beside you at Sam's words. His agitation grew and he stood.

"I've got my plane to catch tomorrow, a hotel room for the night," he said, raising his bottle to his lips to hide his doubt. He really didn't have that much of a plan beyond that.

"You're just gonna set me up like that, huh?" Sam asked and Bucky shrugged.

"Well, I don't want to make it weird for your family."

"Just stay here," Sam said and you couldn't help but nod subconsciously. The truth was you really didn't really want to leave. There was something about staying with the Wilson's and spending the day fixing up an old run-down family boat that made everything seem so normal. It gave you a sense of home, a sense of normality that you hadn't had in a long time. For a while, it even made you forget about the flag smashers, Walker, all of it. It was a much-needed break.

"The people in this town are the most welcoming in the world. They don't care if you wear small t-shirts or if you've got six toes or if your mom is your aunt-"

You laughed and Bucky barely hid a chuckle behind a huff of breath and a bright smile.

"Okay, I get it. The people are nice."

You placed your bottle aside and turned to Sam.

"You're sure Sarah doesn't mind?" you asked and Sam's smile only widened.

"She's the one that offered."

Grinning, you sat back and nodded. "Then I don't see why not."

"See?" Sam pointed to you and then Bucky. "Just stay, man."

Bucky shuffled his feet for a moment before finally answering with a begrudging, "Okay. Alright." He didn't say anything else as he turned and walked down the boat.

"He'll come around. He probably just wants his space." You said, picking up your beer. Sam nodded, taking a swig of his own drink.

"I hope you're right."

You woke up feeling more refreshed than you had in a while. Your hands and back hurt slightly from the tiring work on the boat, but it was a dull ache compared to the constant throbbing that came after a mission. Your cheeks were warm, surely as a result of the hours spent out in the sun the day before.

Both you and Bucky stayed the night. Sarah had offered you the spare room and after a solid fifteen minutes of bickering, you finally conceded to Bucky and agreed to sleep in the guest bed. He took the couch.

The sun was just beginning to rise up over the water when you and Bucky both headed back out to the boat. Sam joined you not long after. You worked until mid-afternoon, reluctantly taking short breaks. You fell into a quick rhythm as you worked around the boat. Surprisingly, the three of you seemed to make a pretty decent team off of the battlefield.

"Hey, can you pass me a 12-300?" Sam asked from under the boat's control panel. Bucky reached into the toolbox and placed the wrench in Sam's outstretched hand. A few seconds later Sam was rolling out from under the controls and glaring disapprovingly at Bucky.

"What?"

"I asked for a 12-300," Sam stated plainly. "This is a 10-250."

"No, it's not." Bucky bit back.

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not!"

"Hey, geniuses." You cut their bickering short as both men turned to look at you. You held up the grease-slick wrench that had been misplaced and tossed it to Sam. "You left it below deck when you were working on the engine."

Sam muttered a quiet 'thanks' as he got back to work. Silence settled over the three of you for a few minutes until Sam decided it was getting awkward.

"So, are you still planning on leaving tonight?" He asked from under the station and Bucky nodded, before realising Sam couldn't see him.

"Yeah," he said loud enough for Sam to hear. "I'll be out of your way soon."

You could hear Sam's sigh from beneath you as he clambered back to his feet and stood between you and the super-soldier leaning against the wall of the cabin.

"Well, there's no hurry."

Sam didn't say anything else as he cleaned the oil and grease from his hands with a cloth and stepped off the boat. Bucky sighed and let his head fall back behind him.

"Go," you ordered plainly and he looked up at you.

"What?"

"Go," you said again, nodding your head towards where Sam was walking away. "You both need to talk. Bucky, whatever you're not saying, it's getting to you. So go talk to him."

Bucky hesitated, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He glared at nothing in particular but his gaze softened when it found you and he muttered a quiet, 'fine.' You stepped aside as he made his way past you and stepped up onto the dock, heading after Sam.

"And don't be a smart ass!" You called after him. He didn't reply, but you could only hope that Sam and Bucky's conversation would be somewhat constructive.

"Nice shot!" You retrieved the football from the back of the goal as Cass, Sam's eldest nephew, celebrated his score.

Once Sam and Bucky had left the boat, you had headed back to the house, helping Sarah with any errands or chores, doing anything you could to help out. Sam and Bucky had been gone a little over an hour and you didn't know if that meant their talk was going very well or very not. You'd been sitting rather uselessly on the couch, waiting in anticipation, when Sam's nephews had invited you to play a game of football. And how could you refuse?

You tossed the ball back to the boys who eagerly pounced at it. You were stood in the small goal, allowing both boys to take as many shots as they wanted. AJ stepped forward and kicked the ball, groaning when it flew off to the left, a few meters away from where you were standing and missed the net entirely. He glanced down at the ground, disheartened.

“Hey, it's alright, AJ.” You smiled as you ran to grab the ball and passed it back to him. “Come on, try again.”

With encouragement from his brother, he took the shot and this time the ball planted itself in the top corner of the goal. Both boys cheered as they celebrated and you smiled. You dusted yourself off, your knees and hands covered in dust from the football game as you turned to head back inside the house. Both boys protested as you left but you promised them you'd be back. The more time you spent with AJ, Cass, Sam and Sarah, the more you didn't want to leave. There was something about staying with the Wilson's that made you feel content. It was homely and offered a sense of normality that the last few weeks had caused you to miss.

You entered the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water. Sarah had told you over and over again to help yourself to anything in the kitchen. You leaned against the counter, glass in hand and just basked in the feeling of not having to worry about donning a suit and risking your life at a moments notice. It was something you could get used to.

“That was adorable.”

Your head snapped up at the sound of a voice and you found Bucky joining you in the kitchen. He was smirking fondly.

“You and the boys.”

You chuckled softly and shrugged. “They're sweet kids.”

Bucky nodded, pulling a glass of his own from the shelf and filling it with water from the tap. It furthered the sense of domesticity that you were really starting to love. He took a seat at the table across from you.

“So,” you started as you placed your own glass aside. “How did it go? You and Sam.”

Bucky chuckled and you couldn't tell if it was sarcastic or genuine, but something about the grin that lingered on his lips had you banking on the latter.

‘‘Not bad,” he admitted eventually with a shrug. He hesitated for a moment before continuing. “We talked. He said if I'm going to fix anything, if I'm going to get what's left of him out of my mind.” Bucky subconsciously ran his hand across his temple. “I'm going to have to put in the work. Help the people I wronged instead of just saying sorry.”

You nodded, silently making a note to thank Sam later on. He always had a way with words, he could always get through to people. That's why he was given the shield.

“He's got a point.”

Bucky scoffed and hung his head at your words. “I should have known you'd be on his side.” There was no hostility in his words. He just sounded amused, and maybe a little tired.

“I don't think this comes down to whose side I'm on, Bucky. We both want what's best for you.” You answered honestly and Bucky glimpsed up at you. He anxiously toyed with his hands as you spoke, looking vulnerable, and slightly lost despite how hard he tried to hide it. You knew Sam had already spoken to him, but it couldn't hurt for you to say something as well.

“Look Bucky, telling yourself that you're okay and that everything that happened doesn't matter anymore because you've made 'amends' isn't going to help.”

He sighed, shuffling his feet against the tiles of the kitchen floor. “I know,” he admitted quietly.

“And I know you're probably tired of hearing this but, you're not him anymore, Bucky. You're not the winter soldier. Everything you did whilst you were him wasn't your choice. Just because you remember it doesn't mean that it was your fault. It's not your responsibility to fix it.”

Bucky sighed but didn't interrupt. He was listening. This wasn't like the therapist that he was forced to sit in front of and lie to every other week. This was someone he trusted, someone whose words he valued. Someone he honestly believed could help. He sighed but nodded to show that he was still listening.

“I think Sam’s right,” you said. “It might not be your responsibility to fix everything that went wrong but trying could help. It could give you that closure that you keep chasing after. You need to let go, Bucky. You need to forgive yourself. Maybe you just need the people who are hurting to forgive you first. Then you can learn how to do the same.”

Bucky's expression was unreadable. So many emotions flashed across his eyes you found it difficult to pinpoint just one.

“How do I start?” he asked quietly. It just seemed impossible. There were so many people he'd hurt, so many people he'd wronged. He'd left children as orphans, wives as widows and parents childless. How could he possibly start trying to fix or make all those people feel in any way better?

You smiled softly at his question. “Small. One at a time,” you said simply. “Then just keep putting one in front of the other.”

Bucky considered your words, glancing down at his hands as he thought. Before long, a small smirk pulled at his lips.

“I can't decide who'd make a better therapist. You or Sam,” he joked and you laughed, shaking your head dismissively.

“Well, Sam did council veterans so I think he takes that title.”

“I'd say it's pretty tied,” Bucky said, walking across the kitchen and standing next to you as he washed his glass, drying it off and placing it back on the shelf. The room fell into a comfortable silence.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He said after a moment, his tone sincere and his expression genuine as he looked at you. You nodded, gently placing your hand against his shoulder.

“Don't mention it. You know I'm always here if you need to talk.”

The sound of a football colliding with the wall dangerously close to the window followed by two voice's loudly shouting, 'sorry!' in unison drew a quaint laugh from you both.

“Duty calls.” You grinned, patting Bucky on the back as you passed him. “Team Wilson is missing its goalkeeper.”

Bucky chuckled, watching you go. You crossed the kitchen but his voice stopped you just as your hand reached the doors handle.

“Y/N?”

You turned back around to face him and couldn't help but notice that he seemed a little more apprehensive than he had before.

“Yeah?”

He exhaled slowly, willing himself to tell you what was on his mind.

“I was just thinking things over and you know, I’m leaving today,” he hesitated slightly before glancing up at you. “And I guess I was wondering if you’d come with me?”

Your hand slipped from where it was still holding the brass handle of the door. You tilted your head as your mind fully processed his question. The shock must have been evident in your expression as Bucky rushed to continue.

“I know you're planning on staying here and I get why.” He pulled a tattered red book from his pocket which you immediately recognized as Steve’s. He began absentmindedly turning the pages, running his fingers over the paper. “I want to try and start fixing things, making things right. But truth is I have no idea where to start. I thought that maybe you could help me with that?”

“I thought you wanted your space," you admitted after a moment.

“No.” He shook his head. “That's the last thing I want.”

You thought it over, resting your back against the door. Bucky trusted you, evidently a lot more than you thought he did. Not only was he comfortable enough telling you how he felt and admitting he didn't know what to do next. But he also wanted you with him. It was clear he was holding back, not wanting to overwhelm you by admitting just how badly he wanted you to go with him. But the way he eagerly watched you as he waited patiently for your answer was a dead give away.

You wanted to help Bucky, you wanted to be there for him. If that meant helping him right his wrongs and staying with him during that trying time, at least until Sam got a lead on Karli and the Flag Smashers, then you were more than happy to comply.

“You're sure about this?” you asked and Bucky pushed off the counter and crossed the room, stopping just in front of you.

“Absolutely.” His voice dropped down to a hushed whisper. “Come with me.” His hand gently caught your wrist, his fingers running up your arm. His face was inches from yours now, your breaths mingling. “Please?”

His lips pressed to yours before you could answer and you immediately kissed back. Your hand fell against his shoulder, the other laying gently against the nape of his neck. He groaned quietly against you, his arms finding your waist as he gently guided you backwards till your back met the wall. He pressed into you, his hands roaming up your body and you moaned as he deepened the kiss.

“Yes.” You answered when he pulled away slightly and he smiled against you, relieved. Neither of you said anything else as Bucky sighed and pulled you closer, his thigh slipping between your legs as he pinned you to the wall.

God, he'd wanted to do this for so long. Wanted to kiss you, to feel you against him. He wanted you. Your hand slipped into his hair and you pulled him closer, smirking against him. You'd wanted this just as bad. And you both only had your own stubbornness to blame for taking so damn long. It didn't matter now though. Not as he gently bit down on your lower lip and you slipped your hand under his shirt and felt up his chest. It all felt so natural, so right.

“Ten minutes.”

Both your eyes flew open at the all too familiar voice, Bucky pulling away from you so quickly he only barely avoided falling over a nearby chair.

“I left you two alone to talk for ten minutes,” Sam repeated from where he was standing on the other side of the room, his arms crossed. You tried to subtly smoothen out your clothes whilst Bucky ran his hand through his tangled hair.

“We were,” Bucky said, clearing his throat. “We were talking. We...talked.”

Sam nodded, entirely unconvinced, and smirked. He reclined against the counter, showing no sign of leaving anytime soon. A painfully awkward silence settled over the kitchen as Sam continued to shift his knowing stare from you to Bucky.

The humiliation of the entire situation seemed to get to Bucky first as he clasped his hands together after less than a minute.

“You know, what? I'm leaving in a few hours and I've got to pack so I better just go-” Bucky rambled as he shot you a subtle apologetic look before turning to Sam, who was nodding along in faux agreement to his pathetic attempt of an excuse.

Bucky quickly crossed the kitchen, Sam harshly patting him on the back as he passed him and left the room. Leaving just you and Sam alone. You turned to your friend and found that he was still grinning at you with that same mischievous look in his eyes. You felt like a deer in headlights. In an attempt to act as though Sam hadn't just walked in on you and Bucky making out, you tried making normal conversation.

“Sam, there was actually something I wanted to tell you. I know I said I was going to stay for a while but I guess there's been a change of plan. I-”

“I know.” He cut you off and his smile only widened when you looked at him in utter confusion. “You honestly think he would have asked you to go with him if I didn't tell him to get his shit together first?”

Your confusion slowly melted away and was replaced with a look of disbelief. You laughed despite yourself. You should have known Sam had something to do with it. ‘‘How long have you been playing cupid?” you asked jokingly and Sam chuckled.

“He needs you, Y/N. More than he wants to admit,” Sam said, tone now more serious than before. “Things will be fine here, I'll call you as soon as Torres finds us something to work with. But right now, he needs your help before that hole he's stuck in gets too deep for him to climb out of.”

You sighed as the weight of Sam's words set in. He was right, Bucky really did need you. That wasn't a responsibility you could afford to take lightly. Not that you planned to.

“Thanks, Sam,” you said genuinely and Sam smirked as he crossed the room and pulled you into a hug. He could tell you needed it.

“Anytime.” He pulled away and offered you a warning glare. “But I swear, if you two making out the minute I turn my back becomes a regular thing I'm going to kick both your asses.”

“Got it,” you nodded, barely stifling a laugh.

Sam's scowl melted into a smile and he motioned towards the stairs. “Go on, get your things together. You've got a plane to catch in a few hours.”

You smiled and headed upstairs after Bucky. Sam leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and a satisfied smile. Getting you two together had taken more work than he'd thought. But he knew it would be worth it, you both needed each other. Whether you were willing to admit it or not. And Sam was confident that if there was anyone that could help Bucky and offer him that sense of home and peace that he was so desperately craving, it was you.

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sweetyyhippyy · 3 years

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Versace on the Floor. Spencer Reid x Reader.

(Not my gif.)

Summary: After JJ and Will’s wedding, Spencer is in the mood. Spencer and reader to home and have a romantic night of sex.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Tw: Not for readers under 18! Teasing, heavy making out, mentions of alcohol, fingering, calling Spencer daddy, lots of praising, cream pie, language.

Word count: 3.2k

A.N.: So this is based around the song Versace on the Floor by Bruno Mars. I fee like I’m kinda bad at song based fics but I had to do this 😅 I hope you enjoy!! Italicized and indented lines are the song!

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Let's take our time tonight, girl Above us all the stars are watchin' There's no place I'd rather be in this world Your eyes are where I'm lost in Underneath the chandelier We're dancin' all alone There's no reason to hide What we're feelin' inside Right now

The team watched, hearts full and smiles on their faces as JJ and Will stood under the beautiful flower altar, exchanging their vows and wedding rings with Henry between them.

Spencer wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body and pressing a kiss to your head. You melt into his side and rest your head on his shoulder, the perfect little shelf for you. You could feel his thumb slowly going back and forth against your side making you shiver and give him a look out of the corner of your eye.

As Will and JJ kiss, everyone claps and cheers, the officiator announcing them officially as husband and wife.

There was a beautiful dinner planned, full of lots of white wine for toasting and drinking, and lots of talking, laughing and good times. The whole dinner, Spencer’s hand never left your thigh, it was completely innocent as far as where his hand was placed, but she knew that he had other intentions deep down.

There was a bit of back and forth teasing while the two of you got ready for the wedding. He knew what seed you were planting when you asked Spencer if he could see any panty lines on your dress, and when he said yes, you slid your panties off immediately, and walked out of the room, making Spencer's head spin. To get his revenge on you in the least obvious way possible, he kept his hands on your waist the entire time you tied his bowtie, giving you a squeeze here and there until you finished. You already had a thing for ties in general, and for some reason it got you going when he let you tie his tie for him.

You held your hand out to Spencer, standing up from your chair. “Come dance with me?”

Spencer smiles up at you and takes your hand, leading to the makeshift dance floor in Rossi’s backyard, the yard lit up by beautiful lantern lights up above them.

You wrap both your arms around his neck, both of you lovingly looking into each other’s eyes as you sway back and forth to the soft music playing in the back.

“You are so beautiful, you know that?” Spencer says warmly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, handsome.” You reply, gingerly kissing his lips.

The hold you two had turned into Spencer hugging you against him tightly, his head resting on your shoulder in turn. It was as if nobody else was around at the moment, in their mind it was just the two of them holding one another in complete bliss.

“You know I only want you, baby? I want you for the rest of my life.” Spencer says in your ear.

You let out a breathy laugh and rub your nails against his back. “You only want me? Forever? Are you sure? Forever is a long time, Spence.”

Spencer lifts his head up and looks into your eyes, his heart fluttering as you stare back at him. “Yes, I have never been so sure about anything.”

“Well I want you forever. If you think you can handle and keep up with me forever.”

Spencer bites his bottom lip to fight the smile threatening to surface. “The real question is whether or not you can handle me forever, pretty girl.”

“Why don’t we find out? You want to get out of here?”

Spencer nods his head and both of you go around the party saying bye to the rest of the team before walking out to their car. Before you get in the car, you feel Spencer come behind you, wrapping himself around your body, dropping his head down to kiss your bare shoulder.

“Starting off with a taste of what I’m going to get tonight?” You remark, your eyes fluttering closed as he continues to pepper your skin with his lips.

“I can’t help it.” He says simply.

“The sooner we get home is the sooner we can play.”

Spencer pulls back from your skin and opens the car door for you, closing it once you settle in the seat.

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So baby let's just turn down the lights And close the door Oooh I love that dress But you won't need it anymore No you won't need it no more Let's just kiss 'til we're naked, baby Versace on the floor

Spencer wanted to pounce on you the second you walked through the doorway into the house you two shared, and have his way with you on the couch, the kitchen counter, even on the dining room table. But his hands instead found their way to your hips as you walked through the hallway, pulling your back against his chest, his hands clinging to your body tightly.

“I love you.” He rasps, kissing the spot below your ear.

“I love you more.”

You walk into the bedroom together, Spencer still wrapped around your waist as he kicks the door behind you shut. His fingers find the straps of your dress and pull them down your shoulder, not missing an inch of skin with his lips. Your whole body shivered as you felt the stubble on his face rub against your skin, loving how it scratched against you.

“I do love that dress, and how it looks on your body, pretty girl.” He whispers, his hands raking over your body as he feels your entire torso. “But I think it’ll look even better on the floor.”

You hum in response, reaching your arm up to find his hair and wrap your fingers around the curls. Your whole body was buzzing; from the alcohol you were drinking earlier as well as Spencer’s touch, as the soft kisses continued in the middle of the room, there was nothing that you loved more than how soft Spencer could be with you.

Spencer pulls his head back and ushers you to the bed, instructing you to lay down and wait for him.

You watched as he kicked his shoes off and walked over to the dresser on the other side of the room, pulling the lighter out and lighting the plethora of candles you had one by one. The dark room lit up dimly as Spencer strategically placed the candles on both sides of their bedside tables. You smile as Spencer walks back to the bed, crawling up to you and dropping his head down to kiss your lips again.

Both of you were rolling around the bed, making out, heavily with one another. You managed to wrap your legs around Spencer’s waist, bringing him closer to you as he started to press his crotch against you, feeling how painfully hard he already was.

“I want you so bad, pretty girl.” Spencer whispers.

“I want you too, but I really want you naked. Sit up, babe.” You say, unraveling your legs from him.

He quickly gets up, watching as you pull at his bow tie and throw it off to the side of the bed. You slowly undo his buttons, your eyes not detouring from his. Once you reach the last button, you tug the white button up shirt up out of his pants and throw it out of the way too, leaving him in just his pants.

“You are so handsome, Spencer. I can’t believe you love me.” You praise, touching his body lightly.

“I should be the one saying that I can’t believe you love me. I’m so lucky.” His eyes were soft as he looked down at you. “Tonight is going to be about you, okay? I’m going to take care of you.”

You nod your head and pull him back down to kiss you. You two could have gladly kissed all night, but it was inevitable that with all of the touching and the clothes coming off that things were going to get hot and heavy.

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Oooh take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl I unzip the back to watch it fall While I kiss your neck and shoulders

“Sit on the edge of the bed.” You instruct, rolling off the bed.

Spencer follows your directions happily, sitting right at the edge of the bed and glues his eyes on you as you hook your phone up to the speaker and start a playlist you and Spencer had come up with for sexy time. He couldn’t help but take his cock in his hand and begin to stoke it as you took your hair down out of its bun and let your hair fall down your back and scratch your scalp softly.

You finally walk over to Spencer, putting both of your hands on his thighs and pressing a light kiss to his lips. “You want me to strip for you?” You ask, making soft eyes at him.

Spencer nods his head quickly, licking his lips. His mind was mush, there was no way he could form actual, coherent words. His IQ was no longer 187, he was lucky if it was at 18 at this moment. You two had been a couple for 5 years and it still made him giddy to see you naked.

You smile at him before you turn around, swaying your hips to the beat of the music playing in the back, dropping down low into Spencer’s bare lap and teasing his throbbing cock by slowly grazing over it with your ass.

Spencer had never been more focused on anything in his life as hard as he was focused on your whole body. He watched the way you pushed your hair to one side of your shoulder and turned your head back to look at him as you danced. You were mouthing the words to the song with a sexy smile on your face. Your eyes were soft and innocent, but he could almost see the fire deep in them; the same fire that was in them every time you two got hot and heavy.

Spencer’s hands travel up your back, taking the zipper and pulling it down slowly as you grind against his lap. Once he hits the base of the zipper he slides the top down your chest and stops at your stomach. “Stand up, sweetheart.”

You stand up, your back still turned to him. Spencer helps you slide the dress off your torso and lets it fall and pool at your feet. Immediately his lips ghost against your neck, biting softly at the skin as he travels to your shoulder, his thumb stroking the other side. His hand cups one of your breasts, stroking your nipple to make it hard.

You giggle as his fingers continue to play with your nipple, your eyes fluttering closed. “That feels good.” You hum.

“You know what’ll feel even better?” Spencer whispers in your ear, pressing one more kiss to your cheek. His fingertips drag down your bare stomach, slowly trailing down to your pussy, not yet touching your clit but rubbing the skin just above it.

“Spence.” You whine, melting into his body. “More, please.”

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” He responds, sliding his fingers into your folds and massaging your clit slowly.

“Fuck.” You shakily moan, gripping his arm and digging your nails into his skin. “That feels so fucking good.”

“Do you want me to make you cum, pretty girl? You want daddy to make you cum?”

You moan at the bedroom name, nodding your head in response. “Yes. Yes, keep touching me, make me cum, daddy.” You emphasize the name, moaning it out loudly.

“You want to marry me? You love me that much to spend the rest of your life with me? Be my wife?”

You didn’t know where this was coming from, and maybe it was the endorphins swimming around in your head from all the touch, or maybe it was the wine, but the thought sounded nice. “And if I do?” You respond.

“I will propose to you right now, y/n.”

You were in pure ecstasy as Spencer’s pace picked up on your clit, the sound of how wet you were against his fingers filled the room and was beyond obscene. The knot in your stomach tightened as you felt your pussy clench harshly, you were close and Spencer showed no signs of mercy.

“Spence, I’m going to cum.” You whimper, grinding your core against him to get more friction. “I’m going to cum.” You repeat.

“Go ahead, pretty girl. Cum on my fingers.”

With a few more circles around your clit, your body explodes, loud pleasurable moans falling from your mouth as you try to stay up against Spencer. You whine his name repeatedly, incoherently spouting “I love yous” as you come down from your high.

Spencer’s circles around your clit become lighter and more lazy as he feels you relax against him. “That’s my girl.” Spencer coos, kissing your cheek. “On the bed.”

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No don't be afraid to show it off I'll be right here ready to hold you Girl you know you're perfect from Your head down to your heels

You watch as he pumps his cock a few times before throwing your legs up onto his shoulders. You take the shaft of his cock into your hand and rub it against your clit, both of you moaning in unison.

“Spence.” You breathe out, running your free hand up his arm and over his bare chest, running your fingertips down to his stomach. “Baby I love you.”

He drops his head down, kissing your bare skin, holding your hips firmly and worshipping your body. “You are so perfect, sweetheart. Every single inch of you is flawless.” Spencer coos.

“Fuck me, Spencer, please.” You beg, you couldn’t take the teasing anymore, you needed him.

Spencer finally slides into you, taking a minute to gather his thoughts as he feels how soft and wet you were for him. He lays on top of you, thrusting in a staggered pace. He puts his arm under you, holding you close to his chest as he rutt into you harshly, finding a good pace once the clouds dispersed in his brain.

Your hand finds their way to his curls, holding his head close to your neck. The way his breath felt against your skin sent shivers down your spine. And his choked back moans sounded like music to your ears. You wanted this moment to last forever, you wanted to last forever with Spencer.

Spencer sits up onto his knees, not daring to pull out of you as he settles, pushing your legs back against you, gripping your thigh tightly. “You want to be mine?” Spencer asks, his eyes focused on hours.

“I already am yours, Spencer. I’m your girl.” You sputter out.

“You know what I mean, pretty girl.”

“Spencer Reid, I know you’re not proposing to me while you are fucking me.” You tease, giving him a laugh.

Spencer smiles down at you, licking his bottom lip. “No never.” He remarks. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing it slowly.

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Can you feel it, baby? It's warmin' up Oh, seems like you're ready for more, more, more Let's just kiss 'til we're naked Versace on the floor

Your head rolls back on the pillow as you feel your walls flood around his cock. “Fuck daddy, that feels so… fucking good, please don’t stop.” You plead, taking his free hand and leading it to your throat. Even though you two were having a change of pace with slow romantic sex, you still needed a bit of roughness in the mix.

Spencer’s hand clenches around your throat softly, watching as you open your mouth slightly and gasp at the feeling.

“Harder, it’s okay.” You moan.

Spencer obliges, applying more pressure to your neck and to your clit. You were a mess underneath him, eyes rolled back in your head and loud whimpering moans filling the room along with his skin slapping against yours.

“You’re going to make me cum again.” You pant out, sinking your nails into his thigh. “I want to-fuck-cum on your cock, daddy, I want you to feel it.”

“Yeah, pretty girl, yeah cum on my cock. I love how it feels when you clench around me.”

All it takes is a few more thrusts before you fall apart under him, whimpering as Spencer still was rubbing your now sensitive clit, making you jump at the sensitivity. Spencer lets go of your throat and lightly rubs it.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, sweetheart.” Spencer grunts, feeling how well you clenched around his cock and how sexy his name sounded as you moaned it out. He could feel his own end coming close. His mind raced as he tried to fight his orgasm back, trying to last a little longer for you, but he was too far gone.

You watched as Spencer’s face softened, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth falling open as he ruts into you harder. “Cum in me, daddy please. I want it in me, fuck please.” You beg, wrapping your legs back around him.

Spencer drops his body onto yours, his head settling in between your shoulder and neck, he was just as much a mess as you were moments ago. He kisses your skin again as you feel him spill into you, letting out a throaty grunt.

Both of you lay there, drunk on each other still. You rub his back that was slightly coated in sweat, waiting for him to come back to life.

“Baby, are you alive?” You poke, combing his hair back on his head.

Spencer laughs and picks his head up resting it on your forehead. “I’m good. Are you?”

You kiss his lips and nod your head. “I’m very good. Let’s get cleaned up, we need our cuddles.”

You both head to the bathroom to clean up, Spencer still being very touchy, feely with you as you washed your face after using the bathroom. You stare back at him through the mirror with a smile on your face.

Spencer chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist. “What?”

“Ask me.”

Spencer cocks his head to the side, much like a puppy, and gives you a confused look.

“Ask you?”

You nod your head and turn around. “Ask me what you wanted to ask me while we were having sex… unless you didn’t mean it.”

“No, no, no, baby I-I meant it. I was just confused. Just, hold on. Wait here.” Spencer leaves the bathroom and walks back to the bedroom.

You don’t listen to him and follow him out to the bedroom, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear and a big shirt and slipping it on your body.

Spencer pops out of the closet with something in his hand. “I thought I told you to stay?” Cocking his eyebrow at you.

You grin and sit on the bed. “You know I’m not a very good listener.”

Spencer walks over with a smile on his face, sitting on the edge of the bed near you. “I love you with my whole heart, y/n. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life, maybe even longer. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life, sweetheart. Will you marry me?” Spencer opens the velvet box revealing a ring.

“Wait, did you have this ring the whole time?” You ask.

“I’ve had it for about a month. I’ve been trying to find the right time to do it. But then the case ran so long and I forgot the box here. I didn’t think I would be proposing to you after sex but here we are.” He laughs. “So will you?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” You whisper, kissing his lips deeply.

Spencer smiles at you, removing the ring from the box and slipping it on your ring finger. “It looks good.”

“You know, we need to celebrate the fact that we’re engaged.” You smile deviously at him.

“You can go again?” Spencer asks in disbelief.

“Get a girlfriend with a high sex drive, they said.” You say, crawling up into his lap and straddling him. “It’ll be so much fun, they said.” You tease, kissing him again.

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angeloroki · 3 years

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tiktok towel prank with shoto;bakugo;izuku & denki

— character ; aged up!shoto x gn!reader ; aged up!bakugo x gn!reader ; aged up!izuku x gn!reader ; aged up!denki x gn!reader

— request ; Could you do Shoto, Katsuki, Izuku and Denki (or any other character you have inspiration for!) react to the towel prank? Where the reader pretends to undo their towel so they would be naked in front of the camera but actually they are wearing clothes. Just thought their reactions would be amazing!

— warnings ; nudity mentionned

— a/n ; here you go sweetheart, thank you again for your request ♥

SHOTO TODOROKI

« i need to prank shoto with this », you whisper to yourself half hilarious

a video had just pop up on your foryou page where a girl was pranking her boyfriend by pretending to show herself naked in front of the camera,

you just wanted to see your boyfriend's reaction

you were mentally planning to do it tonight when you’d be together in the bathroom

finally it was time !

you were getting out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, when it was shoto's turn to enter.

except you already had clothes on, shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. something he didn't know.

he was quick, as you were now both standing in front of the mirror applying your after shower products

you put your phone down in front of you, then started the countdown

he glanced at you, amused and busy brushing his teeth

you started dancing on a doja cat music

he watched you through the mirror, enjoying your little improvised show

when you started to take off your towel

you saw his eyes widen

and just as you took off your towel, shoto threw himself on you to take you in his arms and hide you from the camera that was still rolling

« what the hell baby !? »

you burst out laughing before shifting from his grip

he looked at you with red cheeks, and the toothbrush still in his mouth

then he noticed your clothes

you continue to laugh before taking your phone

« it's a prank baby! oh my god, i can't wait to see it on video. » you say between laughs.

he grunted before putting his face back in the mirror

« you know very well that this body of god/goddess is only for your beautiful eyes » you say a malicious smile on your face.

« you're unbelievable y/n. » he said, finally smiling.

« that’s why you love me, baby », you winked.

« mmh, i’m not sure anymore... » he smirked.

« HUH ? »

you took his face in your hands to cover it with kisses

which provoked a radiant laugh from your boyfriend

you always loved his laugh

obviously his reaction made the video go viral, with just under 200k likes and 50k comments

“ IT’S THE CAT REFLEXES FOR ME LMAO “

“ SHEESH HE WAS QUICK “

KATSUKI BAKUGO

you were in the kitchen, your phone in hand, scrolling through your foryoupage

wrapped in a big towel that covered the clothes you were wearing under, you were waiting for katsuki to come back from his patrol so you could give him the prank you've been waiting to do since this morning

you had seen a video of a prank when you were at work, which made you want to do it too

« oi I'm home! »

« hi baby ! » you say from the kitchen.

he comes to join quickly before putting a kiss on your forehead, he took something to eat and sat in front of the kitchen island

you got up when your coffee was finally ready

well, you could start

you put your phone down so that your boyfriend could see the camera and then you started the countdown

then you started your show and started to dance on nicki minaj music

you saw through your screen, katsuki watching you enjoying your dance show

then your hands came to rest on the knot that held the towel around you

you were making your future move obvious

katsuki let out a hoot of surprise and stood up abruptly which spilled the food he was eating on the floor

then you felt big arms moving you so that you were no longer in front of the camera

« OI Y/N ! NOT IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA »

he wasn't angry but his cheeks were all red which triggered a huge laugh from your side

then he quickly understood that it was a prank

he let go of you slowly, before growling

« did you really jump through the table for this? » you say with a howl of laughter.

he returned to his place after picking up everything, looking grumpy.

« yes and i would do it again without hesitation. »

you blew him a kiss before saying "aww".

« this app will drive you crazy. with me by the way. »

the tiktok blow up in a few hours with almost a quarter of a million views, and thousands of comments.

“YOU WERE HERE AND YOU JUST DISAPPEARED”

" the mess he made to come and cover you lmaoo"

IZUKU MIDORIYA

your boyfriend was sitting comfortably in the chair, typing up some important files for work.

he had been totally engrossed in his work for some time now.

he needed a distraction

so the prank you had on tiktok could only do good

while he was silently typing on his laptop

you stood in front of him, in a towel, and secretly dressed underneath, putting your phone on the shelf

without waiting you started to dance on some rihanna music

your hands went dangerously up to the knot that held the whole towel over you

deku was giving you little amused looks, totally in love with you, he had almost given up his work

then your hands landed on the towel that you tore off with a sharp blow

a horrified expression was painted on his beautiful face

« y/n the camera is still on, your followers are gonna see you naked ! »

he took you in his arms, and in an awkward way dragged you with him on the sofa, him above you

you could see that his eyebrows were frowned

« i'm not letting you go until the camera is still on ! »

you bit your lip to keep from laughing at him

his face was a mess like no other,

red cheeks, wide eyes, and especially his lips that were rolled up

her expression meant confusion and shame in itself

you finally burst out laughing and then you got out of the way so you could show him the clothes you were hiding under the towel

he blew softly and let out an embarrassed laugh.

« baby calm down it's a prank ! »

you had to hold on to his arm to not fall on the floor hilarious

he gave you a flick on the face, a smile on his lips.

« you are not the best comedian for nothing. » he said ironically.

you kiss him on the cheek.

« i know right !»

the tiktok went viral on twitter and tiktok leaving you with countless notifications

“ HE LOOKED GENUINELY SCARED POOR BOY “

“ THE LOOK OF TERROR LMAO “

DENKI KAMINARI

you and your boyfriend denki were lying quietly on your bed,

he was reading while you were hanging out on tiktok

it was the perfect moment to make this prank that was viral on tiktok

you were ready, dressed under your towel you put your phone on the furniture in front of you

making sure your boyfriend could see the screen

he followed you with his eyes, a mischievous look on his face

« oh, a surprise dance for me i see. »

you giggle before starting the countdown

you knew in advance that his reaction was going to be way too funny

you started to dance on a music of megan thee stallion

denki was used to do the dances you did to post on tiktok

and he loved watching you have fun

you finally put your hands on your towel that you took off with a sudden move

you saw denki's shocked reaction on your screen

« y/n ??? »

and suddenly you saw your phone burn out

« HUH ? » you reacted with a gasp

denki had just thrown electricity with his quirk to turn off your phone

you turned around half pissed off and half laughing

then he understood two things :

that it was a prank

and that he had burned your phone

"oh sorry, i was just supposed to turn it off »

you finally burst out laughing

« you're really unbelievable.»

he comes to take you in his arms

« and what about you? with all your pranks you make me lose my mind ! »

he smiles gently at you, but it’s before you gave him a peck on the cheek

« for the moment it's you who owes me a new phone babe. »

he sighed loudly

« oh hell nah, you're the only responsible for this incident. i’m not going to pay for anything ! »

« in your dreams »

with a little luck your phone wasn't completely dead, and you were able to post the video.

which went viral with 1 million likes

"THE BEST ONE BY FAR LMAOOO”

“ ELECTRIC BOYFRIEND ”

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wandsandwheezes · 3 years

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Jealousy | G.W

Warnings // 2.6k // 18+ SMUT, jealousy, sex, gagging, exhibitionism, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, overstimulation, use of pet names, bratty behaviour, dom/sub vibes, aftercare.

A/N // Hi the first smut of the year and it encompasses everythingI want from george weasley <3

The thing that made George Weasley tick the most was people eyeing up his girl. It got him riled up beyond belief, but the ever proud man he is, he would never admit to getting jealous over it. He'd simply let the jealousy get bottled up until it burst. For the most part you ignored the male attention you got, choosing to pretend that you simply didn’t see the lingering stares while nevertheless enjoying the way your boyfriend’s grip tightened around your waist or how he’d stalk over and pull you into an electrifying kiss. His actions quickly told you exactly how he felt about other men’s eyes drinking you in, you were his to devour and his only, so to say that you didn't play into that only the slightest bit is a lie.

You didn’t mind lending a hand in the shop on the weekend, especially when it meant being able to spend more time ogling your lover and the way his muscles tensed as he picked up boxes, how his smile would flash as his inner child came out with all the demos, how easy it was to sneak a kiss in his office and most notably how lovely it was to share lingering glances across the shop as you worked on the tills. George liked having you around because every part of him wanted you close to him, that was why it twisted the knife that little bit more when he saw you lean over the counter just a small amount, giving the man you were serving a view of your perfect chest that his eyes had been locked onto.

The action alone had him clenching his fists together, the vein in his neck popping out as he felt that bubbling jealousy reaching its capacity. Part of him had forgotten that he was holding onto some of the products he had been adjusting on the shelves, counting himself lucky that he hadn’t broken the glass bottles in his hand. He was next to you as soon as you were waving the customer goodbye, mumbling under his breath as he signed you off the till, inputting his own till code to deal with an admin task. “What the fuck was that all about, doll?”

“Sue me for me wanting to make a sale, baby” You smiled, resting your head against his bicep as you waited for him to finish up with his task, dainty hand snaking around his back to hook your fingertips gently through his belt loops. He was finding himself in heaven just by being able to breathe in your perfume.

“Those goods aren’t for sale.” He laughed, a smile hiding the sheer amount of boiling jealousy that was stirring inside of him, he raised his eyebrows and made sure to get a good look of what you had on show, wanting nothing more than to rip open your shirt, so he could see the bare tits that he loved in full view of the afternoon rush.

“Funny one George” you smirked, hand dropping from being slinked around his hips, a hand that he quickly catches, pulling you so that your chest is pressed directly against his, causing a small gasp to fall from your lips at the impact, looking down at you with a sickly sweet smile before pressing a warm kiss to your cheek, a direct contrast to the callous words whispered low enough for only you to hear. “I’m fucking serious, you’re mine.”

You knew that if he had said those words in the comfort of your own home his voice would have been several octaves deeper than his usual conversation’s tone, cut thick full of seduction as he tugged your shirt off of you, but here he had to keep himself restrained, on the low. He would bend you over the counter right now if it weren’t for the shop full of people; it wasn’t unfamiliar territory to be bent over something as George had his way. Lucky for you though, today you could be as bratty as you wanted, he would have to keep himself under wraps until you were alone.

George had sulked off in his office, causing you to follow the man you were intent on annoying all around the shop like the needy girl that you were until he gave in, trapping you between his body and a shelf of potions, careful not to push to hard in fear of drawing attention to himself. You opened your mouth to protest, only to be met with his pointer finger to your lips.

"Is this what you want, to be my little whore begging for me with her eyes?" he tutted as his lips pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck just below your ear, sucking a mark that would be visible to everyone causing a tiny little desperate moan to fall from your lips.

"You like having eyes on you though don't you? In your short little skirt and a pathetic excuse for a shirt… you're just daring me to bend you over something." He mumbled against your ear as his hand was on your breast, thumb and forefinger toying with the hardened nipple through the material of your shirt and bra.

"Baby, I don't know what you're talking abou-" You bat your lashes at your boyfriend, trying your best to act coyly at the situation, ignoring the feeling that his large hands on your chest was giving you. Trying to look away, the fear of being caught in a compromising position with George all too much to bear.

“No talking back, brat.” His hand quickly moved, now on your jaw as he forced you to look at him before crashing his lips down on yours in a fevered kiss. Hs leg had slipped between yours, knee nudging your thighs apart before giving you something to grind down on. It was one of his favourite sights, watching you desperately rut against his thigh as you got yourself off for him.

“George what if someone-” You moaned breathlessly as his hands guided the slow and teasing pace you were allowed to move your hips, It felt so good you were trying not to moan the whole shop down.

“I already said no talking back.” He growled at you, feeling the cool sensation of his rings as his hand pressed against your throat, he wasn't choking you yet, only giving your windpipe a simple squeeze as a warning sign that he was on the edge of his tether.

Fred had yelled his brother's name, as he reached the top step, searching for George around the top balcony floor. The action made your boyfriend look away frustrated as he bit the inside of his cheek. Grumbling a low, 'upstairs, now' before storming away from you, leaving you breathless.

You did as he said, waiting for him excitedly for the first 15 minutes, after 40 minutes had ticked by you grew frustrated with him, after another 15 you were ready to start teasing him again, standing bent over the kitchen counter as you text him.

<< Leaving me all desperate are you, Georgie? x

<< My fingers can't even do yours justice x

<< Bet that guy from earlier would have taken care of me x

>> Don't push your luck, kitten x

Your last text to him was enough to make him leave the stupid task that Fred had left him to do, practically storming up the stairs as he fumbled with his keys to unlock the front door. You hadn't even realised that George was behind you until your phone was snatched from your hands, his strong grip holding you firmly against the counter, his fingers lacing through your hair, taking a handful to grab at.

"You are such a fucking Brat, I can't even do nice things for you without the attitude." You moaned as he gave a rough tug at your hair, his hips bucking into yours in an attempt to relive some of the tension in his own trousers but to no avail, he only grew harder at your babbling moans and begs for him.

"You're begging now but you've been such a bad girl, I don't think I should really touch you at all, I may just have to use your mouth instead." You nodded, not even sure what you were agreeing too, too blinkered by wanting to have him please you that you'd do anything. He knew your limits, you knew your safe word so you knew you were safe.

He had tried to restrain himself but before you knew it you had been thrown over his shoulder, hand giving your ass a playful slap as he walked you towards the bedroom, the sound of your giggles a pure symphony to his ears as they rang about the flat.

There was no dignity in the way he had thrown you on the bed, ripped open your shirt and hitched up your skirt over your hips. Not even caring to take off your underwear, only slipping it to the side to have his fingers buried deep inside you, at first he was slow and teasing as he stretched you out with his fingers alone hut as you began to clench around him, he picked up the pace, bringing you all the way to the very edge of your release before pulling his hand away, sucking your juices off his fingers with a chuckle.

“You think you were clever did you? Bad girls don’t get to cum, not until I say so." He hummed, tapping at your clit with his wet fingers before he leans down so that his head is between your thighs, blowing cool air over your exposed heat, causing a shiver to run up your spine.

"On your knees." His voice was thick, cut sharp and letting you know that he wasn't messing around, he waited for you to be on your knees in front of him, letting you deal with unbuckling his belt to pull him free. His hands were already holding back your hair, helping guide his length down your throat as soon as it was past your lips. The sound of you gagging as he hit the back of you made his cock twitch, a single tear running down your cheek as you hummed against him, a tear that he wiped away with his thumb, smiling down lovingly at you.

"Just one tear for me, Princess? I want your makeup ruined, I know you do too." You nodded at his words, taking him further down your throat until the tears started to spill. You loved it, the way he would use your mouth, it wouldn't take him long till he took control of fucking your throat. His hand pulled your mouth from his cock, spitting in his hand to wrap around his length, mixing your saliva together before he was thrust back into your mouth, setting a relentless pace, hearing your gags as he hit the back of your throat.

"Look at those pretty tears, baby… I'm in two minds to have you cum over and over for me just to keep those tears spilling." His thumb ran over your lip, pulling you up by your jaw so that he could kiss you, the kiss was soft, almost checking in to see you were okay and still with him.

He had you lying on the bed as he rid himself of his clothes, first the tie, which was shoved into your mouth. This was a sight he would never get over, an innocent look plastered in your eyes as he lined himself up, sinking deep inside you quickly. You fit like a glove with him, stretching out perfectly to accommodate every single inch he had to give you and it felt magnificent. He was still but his thumb circled your clit in such a perfect way that he had you coming undone in minutes, that was number one.

Number two was given to you in slow purposeful thrusts as he moaned out for you, not caring who could hear his guttural grunts. All you could do was hum back as a response, wanting to moan for him and only him. The third time he had you releasing so quickly just from his rough pace, he'd pulled his tie from your mouth to kiss you, swallowing every single moan like his life was dependent on it.

"Godric I love your tight cunt. I stretch you out so good, don't I princess? Show me, where you feel me, doll." The fourth had you shaking, he was fucking you so deeply, pulling out completely and sinking back in to the hilt. Your hand grabbed his shakily, pressing it hard against your abdomen, he could literally feel the tip of his cock hitting his hand and he chucked, hooking your legs over his shoulders.

"That's pretty deep, baby, I bet I could fuck you deeper." His words and the feeling of his whole length fucking through you had you over the moon. You weren't sure if you were begging him for more or to stop, it was pain and pleasure mixed together like the perfect shot of ecstasy. The tears were falling down your cheeks like you'd been caught in the rain, but George thought you looked stunning.

"Think you could handle another, brat? Let me lick your cunt nice and clean." Your body told you to stop but your mouth was begging for it, craving a new release by his skilled mouth. You didn't want to deprive yourself of his perfect tongue. Each lick and suck had you screaming for him, your sensitive and used cunt close to release again and this time it was heaven, your thighs quaking as it released over you. You were well and truly overstimulated.

"Good Girl, such a good baby. I'm so proud of you for taking all five, doll." He praised, pressing kisses all over your makeup-ruined cheeks while his hands rubbed gently over your sides. He made sure to get you nice and cleaned up, changing you into his warmest hoodie and some pyjama bottoms, scraping your hair up into a bun and pulling on some fluffy socks.

He changed into his own pyjama bottoms, staying shirtless before picking you up, your legs wrapped around his torso as he walked to the kitchen, laying you down on the sofa, leaving you to come down from from your state of bliss as he made light work of cooking your dinner. He truly was the perfect boyfriend.

"Georgie?" you called out to him, seeing him turn around, immediately dropping what he was cutting up to tend to you.

"Hi princess, welcome back… how're you feeling." He smiled, thumb running over your cheek as he cupped your jaw.

"I love you, George, You're amazing." You hummed, pulling him in for a delicate kiss

"I love you more, baby girl… I wasn't too rough?" He asked, forehead pressed against yours, to which you shook your head tracing light circles on his chest.

"Good girl, I hope you're hungry… I'm making your favourite." You smiled, letting him hoist you up, taking you over to sit on the counter as you watched him.

You smiled dumbfounded by his sweetness, thinking to yourself, 'I'm gonna marry this man.' because George was everything, real true husband material.

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multifandhoem · 3 years

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Home || Issei Matsukawa x Reader

A/N: This is my present for @seita in the Haikyuu HQ Secret Santa event! It’s longer than I expected, but I hope you like it!

Genre: smut

Warnings: pseudo incest, stepbrother!Issei, softDom!Issei, virgin!reader, first time, oral (male receiving), spanking (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, squirting, cum eating, slight manipulative!Issei, a creepy guy tries to hit on reader at the beginning

Word count: 4713

READ THE WARNINGS, DO NOT COMPLAIN TO ME WHY YOU READ SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE!!!

“I’m going to the store do you want to come with me?”

Issei was leaning on the doorframe to your room, watching with a smile on his face how you excitedly crawled out of your bed, eager at the thought to spend time with your nii-chan. He was home from Tokyo for a couple of weeks and it has been so long since you could really spend some time with him, but with your parents, on a weekend vacation, you had him all to yourself.

Even if he wasn’t your biological brother, something made you always want to spend time with him. He was always radiating a sense of security. You really couldn’t imagine any safer place than in his arms.

Issei chuckled at the way you excitedly stood in front of him within minutes, ready to join him on his quest to the store, so you two would have food for the next three days.

“Well, then let’s go little one.”

Your heart jumped at the endearing nickname he had given you when you were first introduced as his little sister. You really loved your nii-chan so much it hurts.

*-*-*-*-*

It was the weekend before Christmas, so the store was packed.

Issei used his height to his advantage, scanning the aisles and navigating through the least crowded ones, with you clutching the ends of his jacket to not lose him.

“Hey, little one, we need some cheese, milk, and yogurt, can you get these here? I will go grab some cornflakes real quick.” He threw a reassuring smile in your direction before he already dipped down into some aisle, leaving you in front of the refrigerated display shelf.

You were always shy and unsure in situations outside of your comfort zone, but getting some ingredients.. you could make that work, you were sure of it!

Otherwise, Issei-nii chan would be disappointed with you and that was something you really didn’t want.

And everything went great, you nearly got all of the stuff Issei-nii had told you to get when suddenly this one man started talking to you.

“I can think of a better cream you can get.” He didn’t even introduce himself, just sleazily standing way to close to you after you had turned back around, cartons of milk in your hand.

“T-that’s milk.”

You wanted to duck away from the uncomfortable situation, when he suddenly took your wrist into his hand, tugging you back towards him. “Don’t be like that, I was just making friendly conversation!” The grin on his face made shivers appear all over your arms, but maybe it was also the cold shelf you stood in front of.

You shouldn’t think so badly about people or men in general. Stereotyping was bad.

“I’m sorry, I just have to get back to shopping.”

You tried to drop the cartons of milk into the cart, but he still had an iron grip on your wrist. “You haven’t even introduced yourself, that’s not very nice of you. You see, I’m-“ The rest of his words went down in an unattractive squeak, as he was suddenly ripped away from you.

You felt tears arise in your eyes when you saw Issei-nii’s furious face appear behind him. You really messed up this time, you didn’t want Issei-nii chan to be angry at you.

“Get away from her, you scum.” His voice sounded so scary, but after his face softened immediately when he laid his eyes on you you relaxed a bit.

He took the milk out of your arms, dropping it into the cart, before squishing you firmly into his side, navigating the cart with only one arm.

For the whole duration of your shopping spree, he kept you pressed against him, not speaking a word, which made you rethink if he really wasn’t angry with you.

He also had a mean look on his face, but you still couldn’t help but feel safe, tucked under his arm, nearly buried inside of his jacket, tightly clutching his sweatshirt in your hands.

*-*-*-*-*

By the time you arrived back home, you were sure that he was angry with you.

He had gripped the steering wheel unusually tight and he still hadn’t said a word to you.

“Nii-chan…” You fiddled with your fingers, standing in the kitchen while he was aggressively placing all of your purchases in the respecting cabinets. “I’m sorry I upset you. I really didn’t want to, please don’t be angry anymore!”

Your nii-chan was never really angry at you, so for him to be so aggressive now made you very uneasy, to the point that tears started appearing in your eyes, slowly rolling down your cheeks.

“Oh, my cute little baby, I’m not angry at you, come ‘ere.”

He took a big step in your direction, engulfing you in his arms. Immediately you felt warmth blooming in your chest, something only your nii-chan was able to produce.

“I could never be angry at you, baby. I love you too much.”

Issei pressed little kisses onto the crown of your head, his fingers caressing your back gently.

He wasn’t angry at you? The relief made you cry a bit more when the refrigerator started beeping due to being open for too long. Issei silenced it with a kick to the door, still cradling you in his arms.

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He slowly guided you to the couch where he seated you on his lap, pressing you tightly against him.

“My sweet, sweet baby. I love you so much. It’s okay. You’re just so naïve, I should have known. You’re just a small little baby, I should have never left you alone.”

He raised your head by your chin, kissing your wet cheeks repeatedly with his soft lips, making you sniffle. “I love you too, nii-chan.”

His heart exploded in his chest as you said that. Yes, you loved him. He could not have wished for more. But you should love him. He was your nii-chan. He protected you, he cared for you, he kept creeps like the man today away from you.

The whimper that escaped your lips made every little doubt and regret vanish. You were just so cute. When you clumsily started to move your lips against his, reciprocating the kiss, he wondered if you have ever kissed someone before.

Something primal in him growled at the thought of being your first kiss and within that second he was determined to not only be your first kiss.

Your cheeks were flushed, and your tear flow had stopped when you finally ended the kiss, resting your forehead against his’.

“I just don’t want anyone else touching my sweet little baby.”

“I didn’t know! I thought he was being friendly, nii-chan, really,” you defended yourself, desperate to make him happy with how you acted.

“Nobody is ever ‘just friendly’. Remember that. But you’ll only let your nii-chan touch you from now on, right?”

His hands roamed over her back and he smiled contently when you nodded wildly. “Only you, please, nii-chan.”

This time you took the initiative and pressed your lips to his, willingly opening your mouth for him to slip his tongue in.

The heat in your chest was overwhelming you, spreading through your whole body. You wanted to be good for your nii-chan. Wanted to show him that you’re his good little baby.

“Nii-chan!”

A shudder traveled over Issei’s entire body at your whimper of the title and he felt his dick twitch in his pants. You were still pressing yourself tightly against him, so he moved a hand to the lower part of your back, slightly pushing your hips forward until you were nestled against his sizeable bulge, even if he wasn’t even fully hard yet.

You moaned again, continuing to slightly hump him even though he wasn’t pushing you anymore.

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Did you know what you were doing? He wasn’t sure, but for some reason the thought only made him get more aroused. “You feel good, baby?” He couldn’t hide the slightly teasing tone in his voice when you kept humping him.

The face you made was so innocent but so vulgar at the same time, he loved it. “Yes, nii-chan!” You were already a bit breathless, moaning loudly when he moved his hips in time with your thrusts to maximize the pleasure.

You were extremely happy with the smile that had been on Issei’s face as soon as you started to push your hips against his. He seemed so proud of you. You never wanted it to end.

You have never done these things with anyone in your life, but your nii-chan would help you, you hoped. And he would still be proud of you. You increased your pace, humping him even harder and faster, moaning every time his cock was angled in the right direction, pressing against your little clit.

You had to do good for your nii-chan. You pushed yourself forward, lips crashing against his messily, your teeth colliding, a bit of salvia dripping down onto your chin.

“Easy there, baby.”

You had done something wrong. You realized it the second he assisted you in pushing your hips forward again.

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“I- I want you to feel good, nii-chan,” you stammered as a defense and he chuckled.

“You want me to feel good? Then stop humping my lap and get on the floor.” It took a couple of thrusts until you could stop yourself, abandoning your pleasure to shakily climb of his lap and sit on the floor.

“No, baby.” Issei chuckled at you, stretching over the couch to get a pillow he threw on the floor in front of him. “On your knees.”

You scrambled around to get in the right position, embarrassment burning on your face at your stupid mistake. You were now on the same height as the obvious bulge in his pants and uncertainly, your hands moved to his thighs and then the band of his sweatpants, to pull them down.

“Tch.” You pulled your hands away as if you burned yourself. “Did I say you could do that? Don’t be so greedy. Just wanting to get right down to business, I hadn’t expected for you to be such a whore.” You flinched at the insult.

“I’m sorry, nii-chan. I thought this was what you wanted, I only wanted to obey you.” The proud smile he had had on his face earlier had disappeared and you desperately wanted it back again.

“Put your mouth to better use.” He didn’t even wait for you. His hand just snaked itself into your hair, pushing you against his clothed erection, nuzzling your face against it. “Lick it.”

You tentatively started licking it, a sharp tug at your hair reminding you to not be too soft. It felt weird, your mouth was getting dry and fuzzy, but you still tried your best in licking his erection up and down, even sucking on some parts and all in all making a mess of his sweatpants.

“Good girl.” You doubled your efforts at his praise, trying to produce as much spit as possible in your mouth to continue slabbering against his crotch. He raised his hips a bit, finally sliding his sweatpants off, letting his half-hard cock spring free.

You looked up at him uncertain, waiting for permission to continue. A small nod of him was all it took for you to vigorously start lapping at his length, cradling it in your hands while wetting it all over.

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Issei loved the sight of you on your knees in front of him, tongue playing with his cock.

He wasn’t even fully hard yet and still, your face and hands next to his dick looked extremely tiny in comparison. But you were his tiny little baby, so what else did he expect?

He used the hand he had in your hair to align your mouth with the tip of his dick, pushing it into your warm cavern.

“You look so good sucking cock, baby.” You beamed around his cock at the praise, pushing down even further and promptly choking around his massive length, sputtering to get off it right after. His brows furrowed, his hand keeping you in place.

You weren’t even halfway down, you had to do better than that. He had to teach you. “Relax your throat, if you want to be good at that. I’m not even halfway in, there has to be more that little mouth has to offer.” Tears were welling up in your eyes as you felt him in the back of your throat, the corners of your mouth burning from the stretch around his girth.

You had read somewhere that you should not use teeth under any circumstance, so you tried your best to keep them shielded with your lips, even though your whole mouth was filled.

You wanted to suck, make it tighter and more pleasurable for him, but there was no room for that. And he still didn’t stop.

When you started violently gagging, he held still for a moment, but he didn’t let you retreat. He wanted at least three-quarters of his cock buried in your mouth. Anything else would be unacceptable. He couldn’t have a little sister who could only fit half of a cock in her mouth.

And you understood. Your eyes were big and filled with tears, but you still gazed at him with adoration in them. Your nii-chan was teaching you how to suck dick properly. How to pleasure him properly. And there was nothing more that you wanted, other than your nii-chan feeling good because of you.

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After he was content with how much dick you could fit in your mouth, he pulled you off of him, letting you breathe for a couple of seconds before shoving you right back down, now bobbing you on his dick.

You tried doing something, eventually giving up, relishing in his moans while he fucked your mouth. Every surge of pleasure of his was a different pleasure for you.

Seeing your nii-chan get off with your mouth, feeling his dick becoming fully hard, because of you, it was the greatest pleasure you ever experienced.

“Good little baby. Sucking my cock so good.” The praise made your insides bloom with a comfortable warmth. You did good. Your nii-chan was happy with you.

One of your hands cupped his balls, fondling them, unsure what to do with them. But he moaned louder, so you were sure you were doing something right. You wanted to see his face, but the tears streaming out of your eyes obscuring your vision, only getting more with each time he hit the back of your throat.

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The sounds you made were heavenly. Issei wanted to record you to always hear them.

The choking and moaning around his cock was something he could never grow tired of. He wondered if you would swallow his come like a good girl.

He would make you swallow it one way or another, either directly from the source or licking it up from his fingers, his cock, or the floor.

The thought sent shivers down his spine and he thrust even harder. The image of you licking his come off the floor. He had to try that sometimes.

Probably not today, if you behaved. It was still your first time after all and he was a good nii-chan.

“Keep going, baby, just a bit longer.”

Praise made you more eager to please, practically devouring his cock, tongue moving everywhere it could while he was still restlessly thrusting into your mouth, nearing his climax.

You were just so cute, with spit and tears all over your face, humping the air while kneeling between his legs. Issei was sure you weren’t even aware you were doing that. You just loved him so much.

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His thrusts grew more and more erratic and his groans louder. You tried to blink the tears out of your eyes, but new ones were appearing over and over again.

You just wanted to watch your nii-chan lose himself in the pleasure you gave him. When you could finally make out his facial features he had a breathless smile on his face. A feeling of accomplishment bloomed in your chest, especially when he gently took up more hair in his hand, pushing it out of your face in the process. You just felt so loved.

And then he came.

You were so grateful for your nii-chan’s come, even though you had to choke a bit when he pressed you deep down onto your dick, shooting his seed deep into your throat.

He still kept you around his dick, as his breathing came down again, enjoying the slurping noises you made around his dick, desperate to not let a drop escape. Seems like he worried for nothing.

“You did great, baby.” He finally let you come up for air, chuckling at your proud smile. “Thank you, nii-chan. I really enjoyed it.” He mentioned for you to come back up onto his lap again, letting you sit on his lap again, his sweatpants still dangling around his knees.

“Leave it there. I like you messy. Especially when I’m the reason for that.” He stopped you from wiping your spit and tears from your face. You looked so good with a wet face.

“I’m never going to be messy for anyone else, nii-chan. Only you.” He groaned at your statement, feeling his dick springing back in motion again.

“That’s right, baby. Only messy for me, right?” He chuckled at her nodding, tapping your ass. “Then let’s reward you for being a good little baby. Lay over my lap.”

It was borderline funny how fast you scrambled to get into position, even though he had to help you a bit until your ass was positioned right over his crotch, his large hands roaming over your cheeks.

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The teasing touch already made you twitch thanks to the pent-up frustration you had from sucking your nii-chan off. But a warning slap to your right cheek made you remember your position immediately.

With one final movement, he pulled your leggings down until they were hanging below your ass, only exposing your round cheeks and nothing more.

“Such a pretty baby,” he hummed appreciatively, fingers dancing over your naked cheeks, sometimes even dipping between them a bit.

You whined against the pillow you were pressed against, drool already sullying the cover.

“Don’t be an impatient brat.” He spanked your ass again, making you moan. “Let nii-chan be gentle with you, you won’t like the alternative.”

You weren’t sure if you could dislike anything your nii-chan did to you. But you trusted his judgment, biting into the pillow to refrain yourself from whining.

Finally, his hand dipped down between your checks for more than a quick brush over your lower lips. He let out a surprised moan when he let the tip of his pointer finger dip between your lips.

“Oh, baby, you are embarrassingly wet. Did sucking me off turn you on that much?” He laughed a bit, swirling his finger around in your wetness, eliciting quiet sighs from you. “I like making Issei-nii feel good,” you confessed, missing his content nodding.

“Yeah, you do. You’re the perfect little sister, aren’t you? My slutty little sister.”

He dipped a finger into your hole, making you arch your back, pressing up against his finger. He immediately removed it again.

“Look at that. You suck your nii-chan off one time and suddenly you think you deserve more than I decide to give you?” You whined in apology, forcing your ass back down.

“I’m sorry, Issei-nii.” He returned his finger back to your entrance and this time you were a good girl, not moving.

There was a slight squelching noise when he started slightly thrusting his finger in and out of you, enjoying the way you obviously had to hold yourself back from impatiently moving.

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Even though Issei’s fingers were thick, one of them was not nearly enough to quench your thirst. Especially when he was neglecting everything else apart from caressing your asscheeks with his other hand.

But apparently, your silent prayers were heard, since he gently started prodding at your hole with a second finger. You immediately felt much fuller, even if it wasn’t enough yet. If he could move a bit faster, or harder, the situation would change, but at the moment you were breathing into the pillow.

“Moan for me, baby. You shouldn’t move, but you can make me hear how good I’m making you feel.” He scissored his fingers a bit, promptly eliciting a moan from you.

“Can you move faster, nii-chan, please?” He allowed you to talk, right?

Apparently not, when he pulled his fingers out from your pussy, delivering a harsh slap onto your ass, making you flinch in surprise.

“I allow you to moan and you are already requesting stuff? Bratty little slut. Well, I’m going to give you something more.” He pushed you off his lap, roughly tugging you upright, pushing your leggings off of one leg, so you were straddling him again.

He took your face into his hand, squishing your cheeks together, smearing your essence all over them in the process.

The big dick of your nii-chan was already hard again and the second you wanted to gently rut against it, he lifted you a bit, aligning his cock with your entrance. Excitement filled every one of your pores at finally being one with your nii-chan.

That was until he slowly pressed into you.

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With the way your hole fought against his dick, there was no way you weren’t a virgin. The thought of being your first made him slow down for a second to contain his excitement. And he still didn’t want to hurt you too much.

He had wanted to prep you more, but you had decided to be a little brat. He worked his cockhead into your little cunt, groaning at the feeling of your wet insides engulfing him.

“Too big, nii-chan. Too much.” You were whimpering against him, tears streaming down your face once again.

“Remember, you decided to be a little brat and not let me stretch you properly first. So now take it like the slut you were trying to be.” He spanked your ass again before taking mercy on your shaking form and moving his fingers to your neglected clit, rubbing it gently.

Suddenly your whole body tensed up, a rough shiver moving through your whole body, legs twitching, mouth opened in a silent scream.

It took a couple of seconds for Issei to realize what was going on, but the erratic clenching of your pussy was, what gave you away. He was only inside you with the head of his dick and you had come.

Your cunt kept sucking him in, making him slip in a couple of centimeters further. He really had to hold himself back. You just looked so fuckable. He couldn’t believe you just came, without him really doing anything. Not that he had anything against that. You were just so fucking perfect.

“Fuck, baby.” With a deep growl, his hips thrust up a bit, sheathing him inside of your cunt halfway. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.” A tired smile was on your face, happy at the praise, even though you weren’t really understanding what had just happened.

If he had known that you were so sensitive, he would have fucked you a long time ago.

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Issei gave you a small break to come down from your high before he started massaging your clit again, ready to elicit more of your beautiful moans from you.

And he was not disappointed.

Your mouth was dry from the continuous moaning he made you do, his skilled fingers making you relax more and more, making you forget the pain while you slid further down onto his cock.

You were already so full of your nii-chan’s cock. You couldn’t imagine anything more having space inside of you, but when you looked down you saw that there was still a bit left. And you were determined to take your nii-chan’s cock fully.

So, you kept sinking down more and more, until you were fully pressed against him, his dick completely inside of him. The proud smile on Issei-nii’s face made you forget about all of the pain as you blinked the tears out of your eyes, stretching yourself to connect your lips again.

It was only when he slowly thrust his hips up again, that you felt a bit of pain return, but not nearly as strong as before. On the contrary, the pain was kind of.. pleasurable?

You felt dirty at the thought, but your brain was emptied again when Issei-nii began to move normally, thrusting his cock in and out of your stretched cunt at a slow pace.

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He kept his eyes fixated on your face to see any signs of discomfort immediately. You were looking so hot. Your tongue was rolling out of your mouth, you were panting, and your eyes had a delirious sheen to them. You already looked so fucked out. And he hadn’t even really started.

He quickened his pace a bit, but still no signs of discomfort. Your moans got louder, and you tried meeting his thrusts with your hips. You really were perfect.

He moved you until your back was pressed onto the couch and hastily shoved a pillow under your ass. Now he could really let go.

Already the new position made you see stars. It felt like he was even deeper in you if that was even possible. He hooked your legs over his shoulder, leaning over you until your knees were pressed into your body. And then he started practically hammering into you, eliciting a loud scream of his name from you.

It took only a couple of thrusts until you were spasming around his cock again, but he couldn’t stop. He was in way too deep. He just had to ruin you now.

“Issei, Issei, nii-chan, I – I – fuck, please, please, more.” The words you were slurring had no context, you just didn’t want him to stop. You felt something good coming.

Issei wasn’t even thinking about possibly stopping. He was too enamored by your tight cunt sucking his cock in over and over again.

He felt his release approaching. But he wanted you to come one last time around his cock, so he squished his hand between your bodies, furiously rubbing at your clit, watching you lose yourself with a loud scream, your body twitching with the intensity of your orgasm, liquid spurting out of your abused cunt. It was the sight of your face and the feeling of you squirting that made him lose his composure, shooting his seed deep inside your cunt.

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You were breathless, slowly coming down from your high, while Issei-nii peppered your face with kisses. “You did so good, baby. So good. Perfect little baby. I love you so much.” The praise made your heart bloom, and you gave him a tired smile. “I love you too.”

You whined when he pulled his cock out of your abused hole, watching with fascination how his cum dribbled out of you, mixing with your fluids. He scooped the mixture up on two of his fingers, hovering them in front of your mouth, not waiting long until you had sucked them completely clean.

“Messy little girl, squirting all over me, ruining the couch.” You were too tired to pay any mind to his words, only continuing to suck his fingers every time he offered them to you.

He cleaned you up correctly after having you eat your cum, gently wiping you clean with a washcloth. He would have preferred to shower you, but you already seemed like you were going to pass out every second.

You felt his gentle hands around your abused cunt, removing the sticky feeling and sliding clean clothes onto your body before carrying you somewhere, probably his room, if you could go from the scent.

And in the back of your mind that was still conscious, you couldn’t help but be excited about everything the next few days had to offer.

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Hello! :D Your Yandere EraserMics are so good! Can I request them with a shy, short and easily flustered darling? Would they tease her and make her blush? What about her height, I feel like they might enjoy it just a tad xD Thank you so much! :3

Yandere Erasermic w/ an easily flustered darling

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Yandere Erasermic:

You're just so cute.

They can't help it, honestly.

Your height was one of the first things that attracted them towards you. You were just so small, and you looked so scared when that villian tried to attack you. And you were just so adorable when you rambled out thanks and apologies when the duo saved you.

You were so shy when they offered to take you to a nearby cafe, to calm you down. When Hizashi took your hand to pull you towards the cafe, he almost awed at how small and soft your hands were. And when Aizawa paid for your coffee, he couldn't explain the warm feeling that spread through his heart when you blushed and thanked him.

You are so naive. Too innocent and so pure for the harsh world. They knew they had to keep a close eye on you when they saw you near tears when a customer yelled at you. Aizawa would often have to hold Hizashi back from snatching you in his arms. There will be a time for that later, Shouta would remind him.

And it was just so easy for them to convince you to be a part of their lives. Well, they just took you home one day and confessed their love. There wasn't much you could do about it except cry and thrash, but come on, its pro heroes we're talking about.

Of course, it was hard at first. You were too shy to admit your feelings for them. So they were understanding when you would reject them and cried yourself to sleep. You would exhaust yourself like that, poor thing.

But with patience and unspoken threats, you were finally coming around. And they couldn't have been happier. They spoil you, treat you like royalty, drown you in affection. Its what you deserve.

Of the two, Hizashi was the more vocal and physical one. He'd compliment you every single day, and kiss you so passionately that it always left you breathless.

Although Aizawa wasn't that eager to show his love for you in public, the moment he gets in the privacy of his home, he turns into a completely different person. He'll say such things and touch you in such ways that it was comical how quick you turned beet red.

Hizashi just loves to wake you up each morning by kissing your eyes and nuzzling his nose with yours. He chuckled at how you would blush and try to hide yourself under the blankets.

Aizawa derived great pleasure from slapping your perfect little butt each morning when you're making breakfast, making you yelp and pout in faux anger, eyebrows furrowed as you try to stop your cheeks from turning pink.

They enjoyed flustering you up. Sometimes Hizashi would say something so cheesy, or maybe Aizawa would whisper something so vulgar in your ears, your eyes would grow wide and your face flushes and you slap their chest, and try to run away from them.

They loved how short you were compared to them. Perfectly small for them to trap engulf you.

You hated how quite Aizawa was. He liked to sneak up on you, just so to make you squeak when you noticed him. And when you would get mad at him, Aizawa liked to pull your soft, little pliant body to him and tickle you until you forgive him. They both cherished your smiles and giggles.

Hizashi loved cooking, but he loved cooking with you even more. And by cooking, he means heaving you up on the kitchen counter as he makes you taste whatever he's making. He claims you're his little sous chef, his little helper, but when he asks you to get something from the top shelf you can't reach, its Hizashi who liked to pull your body against his chest as he reached out for the bottle, giving you bum a hard squeeze, kissing you as a thanks.

They wont admit it, but sometimes, they would purposefully make you mad at them. You’re just so hot when you’re angry. your nostrils flared, lips in an angry pout, your eyes holding fury, an emotion completely opposite to your cute, little red face. Its infuriating when they would make fun of you in that state, Aizawa more often than not, would pull your bottom lip from your teeth, while Hizashi would treat you like some tantrum throwing child.

Sometimes you'd be having bad days. You don't really say anything but they know what you're thinking about. They know that you miss your old life, and they're not mad because they know that you can't help it. On days like that, you want to be left alone. But thats not an option, not with them. No, Hizashi will gather you in his arms and sit on the couch with you in his lap. Aizawa will scoot next to you both, placing an arm around Hizashi's shoulder as he caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. If you manage to break out of their grasps, Aizawa will use his scarf and pull you back to them. And then when you start crying, not being able to hold your tears in anymore, they'll whisper reassurances and pepper your face with kisses.

They loved to cuddle in the bed with you, their legs entangled with yours, effectively trapping you in the center, your face towards Aizawa's. And when you look into his eyes, all you find is that they're full of love and devotion and obsession. He likes to tell you how much he loves you, how lucky they are to have you in their life. And when you are at a loss for words, and your face grows warm, and tears prick the corner of your eyes because you just don't understand how can anyone be so in love? Hizashi will nuzzle into your neck as he coos in your ear about what an adorable, little angel you are, how you’re better than all the luxuries in the world. And then they'll laugh when you hide your face in Aizawa's chest, their chests flooding with warmth at your cuteness.

So precious.

They love it when they're in the bathtub and they sit you in between them. Your back to Aizawa's chest and Hizashi looking at the both of you in pure adoration from the other side of the tub. Aizawa's kissing your neck, leaving love bites here and there, while Hizashi massages the sole of your foot or presses soft kisses to your palms. They love how you avoid eye contact with them, but then peak at them from your lashes and your cheeks turn pink.

You're just so endearing.

It didn't help that all of your reactions were brutally honest. It didn't help that you unconsciously expressed all of your emotions. You can try all you want, but you cant stop the way your heart skips beat, or the way blood rushed to your cheeks when they give you simple compliments, or touch you in a not so innocent way.

It all but motivates them to squeeze some more sinful noises out of you.

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