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psithurista · 5 months

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approach shift - epilogue

pairing: Peter Parker x f!reader (TASM/Andrew Garfield version) length: 2.3k rating: explicit 18+ warnings: PIV (protected), sneaky little non-descriptive pegging reference, disGUSting fluff

Peter Parker is a weirdo. A hot, distracting, irritating weirdo. And you can’t afford distractions right now. So there’s only one thing to do.

a/n: I'll keep it quick: I'm so sorry this took so long, but I just wasn't quite ready to finish it off haha. It's been two years almost to the day since I started writing this (and they've been fucking crazy years) so it feels very strange saying goodbye to these adorable losers. I once again can't even start to express how happy it's made me seeing your reactions to this fic, and I'm endlessly grateful to everyone who took the time to leave a comment or reach out to say hi. I hope you like this last sweet little snippet! x

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SIX MONTHS LATER

“We need to get up,” you say, making no move to do so.

He turns his face from where it’s smushed into the pillow to speak, his eyes still closed. “You first.”

You groan.

You have no idea what time it is, and your phone is out of reach, but the light through the curtains is blinding like near-noon and Bear’s supposed to be here at 10 to pick you up, so you’re almost definitely cutting it fine.

“Peter.” Your legs are tangled with his, his thigh between yours. He huffs morning breath sleepily into your face in response, reaching a hand out to pat your cheek.

“Shh.” He shifts, pressing his thigh harder between your legs, skin sticky on skin. You know he’s doing it on purpose; he knows exactly where he’s pressing you. You make a quiet, satisfied noise, then pull away regretfully.

“Bear’s gonna be here soon and you need to be dressed. She’ll freak if she has to see your ass again.”

“Mmm. Yeah. I’m up.”

You sit up, and the slow weight of his arm slides off your waist. The bedroom door is open to the living room where you can see the debris left over from your at-home date the night before: the bowl still on the couch with a handful of unpopped kernels still rattling in the bottom, the fairy lights web-stuck across the ceiling still glowing gently and the blown-out candles stuck in pastel wax puddles to the coffee table you’d rescued from the curb a few weeks after moving in together. It’d been unbearably funny watching Peter’s elaborate performance of pretending to struggle under the weight of it on the way back home.

He drags himself out of bed, and you hear the coffee machine gurgling while you start pulling out clothes.

It’s hot and stuffy; the air’s stopped working again sometime in the night, so you screech the window open and prop the broom handle under the frame to keep it there. It’s a precarious solution—more than once, the window’s fallen shut while you’ve been at work, forcing Peter to awkwardly perform a frantic outfit change behind the dumpster in the alley so he doesn’t run the risk of running into one of your neighbours in the elevator. But the rent’s affordable for a pair of research scientists with a dash of supplementary freelance photography cash on the side, and the occasional bags of free food from a grateful shop owner after a thwarted hold-up.

“Should we call about the air?” you wonder out loud through the open door.   “Don’t worry about it, it’ll be quicker if I just get up on the roof and fix it again myself,” Peter says, his voice stretching out into a yawn halfway through. He appears in the bathroom doorway, still naked, two mugs in his hands.

You gasp in appreciation as he passes one to you. “God, I love you,” you murmur, taking a sip.

He grins dazedly at you in the mirror, his cheeks flushed. “Is that all it takes, huh? A crappy cup of coffee?”

You turn and slide the mug onto the counter so you can wrap your arms around his waist. “No. You’re cute, too. That helps.”

He kisses you, his thumb and index finger framing your chin. “M’not cute,” he says against your lips, leaning his too-warm body along yours. “M’intimidating as hell. Ask anybody.”

You’d only gotten as far as underwear before he’d interrupted you dressing, and it already feels like there’s far too much in the way between you. “You’re gonna make me late,” you say, reaching down to dig your fingers into the taut swell of his ass. “Gotta get ready.”

“Okay, so keep getting ready,” he says, mouthing at your neck. “You’re the one groping me.”

He’s right; now you’ve started, you can’t seem to stop. You press your hands to the small of his back, drawing him closer. You can feel his cock beginning to harden where his body is pressed against yours, and his tongue comes out to touch at your pulse. He makes a tiny noise in his throat as you slip one hand down between your bodies to wrap loosely around his rapidly-growing erection.

You stroke him once, gently, and he huffs. “I don’t see how this is helping,” he says.

You hum your response, your resolve melting away as he strokes the back of his knuckles down your spine, making you shiver. “Maybe…” you say.

He ducks his head to kiss first one breast, then the other, your nipples standing hard and sensitive. “Maybe?” he prompts. His fingers brush your hip, coming around to rest just below your navel.

“Maybe, if we’re quick…” you say, biting your lip, pushing your hips upward to try to encourage his hand lower.

 “Babe, I can be so quick,” he says, half-groan, half-laughter. He thumbs your labia, spreading you open just a little, so he can touch your clit. “Too quick, even, if you want. Some would say it’s a talent.”

You grin at him, letting go of his cock. “Bed. Now.”

He swings you up into his arms so fast your head spins, practically flinging you onto the bed.

You sprawl out in front of him, your arms thrown back as he peels your underwear off. “Holy shit,” he says, running his hands down your sides, staring at the expanse of your body. His jaw is slack with longing, and the sight of his adoration never fails to make fresh heat flood your face, even after seeing him staring at you like this so many times.

He kneels down over you, sucking two fingers into his mouth as he does. You hitch your knees up to give him a better angle, and he gently presses a firm thigh between your legs. “How do you wanna…?”

“Condom,” you tell him, running your fingers through his hair, making his eyes roll closed with pleasure. “No mess.”

He holds your lower lip gently between his teeth, and slowly pushes his two slick fingers inside you. You shift your hips up, and he withdraws them both again, using the slip of your arousal to work against your clit. He kneels up a little, so he can palm your breast with his other hand as he bends down to lick the inside of your thighs.

“Oh,” you breathe. His fingers stop circling to push back inside you, just as his tongue works a hot, messy kiss over your clit. You grab handfuls of his hair to try to keep up with the pace he’s setting, but the feeling of your fingers against his scalp only makes him work faster, a weak groan vibrating down through his tongue.

He bends his head lower, so he can lick around where your wetness has started to gather on his knuckles as he keeps pumping leisurely, in and out. It’s so wet you can both hear it, and he works faster, angling his fingers higher, until you’re writhing.

“Peter…come on, please,” you beg, yanking hard at his hair.

It works to break his concentration, and he scrambles up, leaning down sideways so he can dig around in the bottom drawer of the nightstand. It’s filled with an assorted mix of toys and, stashed further back, Peter’s wrist canisters. The logic had been that anybody who broke into your apartment would be too freaked out by the toys to keep looking in the drawer, but it also meant Peter had to dig through a dizzying array of plugs and lube every time he went out.

You turn your head to the side and see the wistful way he glances at your strap-on, and you click your tongue. “We’re in a hurry, remember? Later.”

“Mmm. I’ll hold you to that,” he says, kissing you again as he rolls the condom smoothly over his cock.

He leans back, propping a pillow under your hips to give himself more leverage. As he sinks inside you, you hold your breath, letting it out slowly.

He groans above you, easing just a millimeter out and then back in, like he can’t help himself. It feels devastatingly good; he’s thick and beautifully hard right against where you need him, and thanks to his mouth, you’re wet enough that you’re ready for him to start moving immediately.

You hook your ankles together behind his back to pull him in deeper, and he sinks home, fully seated balls-deep inside. You clench your muscles, just to feel as much of him as you can, and he grinds his hips against yours.

You can feel the tension in his limbs as he draws back and starts to move. You’ll never, ever get sick of how he feels inside you, you think, your mouth open. He’s fucking you so good; his strokes long and firm and perfect.

He cups your ass with his hand to lift your hips even further, shifting the angle once again, and your breath stutters sharply in your throat as the head of his cock catches your g-spot.

“That’s it, right?” he murmurs, his voice wrecked. “Right there? That’s it, babe, c’mon, show me, I wanna see…”

You can’t even respond, your fingers gripping his biceps like his body is your only lifeline. It’s so good, and you’re getting so close, you just need…

“Fuck,” you gasp, high-pitched and panicked as you come, hard and blinding.

He doesn’t slow down. If anything, he fucks you harder, chasing down his own release as you clench and melt around him. It only takes a few more moments before his cock jerks inside you and he curses, collapsing the hot weight of his body on yours.

You pant together, sweaty and spent. His cheek is crushed to yours, and he turns his face just enough to kiss any part of you he can reach—the top of your shoulder, your forehead, the tip of your ear.

When you manage to drag your eyes open, you find his huge doe-brown eyes already looking at you. “Good?” he whispers, kissing your shoulder again.

You smile at him, feeling drunk and dizzy. “So good,” you tell him.

You’re still wrapped up in each other like idiots when he jolts hard as though startled. You’re confused for about half a second, before the buzzer from downstairs goes off.

“Oh, shit,” you hiss, scrambling out of bed.

“You get ready,” Peter says, somehow already dragging on a pair of sweatpants. The speed and dexterity with which he’s able to dress never ceases to amaze you. “I’ll stall.”

You’re stepping out of the fastest shower of your life when you hear the squeaky door to your apartment opening.

“Hey, Bear,” Peter’s voice says.

“Hey, Parker. Your shirt’s inside-out,” she says.

You lean the naked top half of your body around the bathroom door to wave at her. “Hey, sorry, I just got out of the shower. I need like, three minutes to get dressed.”

She clicks her tongue, but doesn’t look overly annoyed as she flops onto the couch. “It’s hot as shit in here,” she says cheerfully, swinging her feet up onto your coffee table.

You can hear her and Peter chatting as you hurriedly get ready; he asks her about Krista, she asks him about his aunt. Unsurprisingly, Bear and May had hit it off in a huge way at your birthday after May had excitedly demanded to know everything about the play Bear was auditioning for.

You give yourself a quick once-over to make sure you look presentable before you duck out into the living room. Peter and Bear have moved onto once again arguing about music; Peter’s on Blur’s side, Bear’s on Oasis’.

You give them both a sideways look. “I’m not getting involved in this,” you say, checking to make sure your keys are in your bag. “But I’m just saying, in a real fight, Liam Gallagher would kick Damon Albarn’s ass any day of the week.” Peter grins at you from behind the counter, where he’s attempting to clean the disaster left in the kitchen from dinner last night.

“Oh, my God,” Bear says, looking you up and down. “Why do you look so worked up? Were you guys just fucking? Like right now?”   Peter can’t turn away fast enough to conceal his snort, and you make a face at her. “It’s called caffeine. Come on, we’ll be late.”

Peter waves at her. “Say hi to Krista.”

“You should come with us, next time you get a night off work,” Bear says, helping herself to a stick of gum from the packet on the bench.

“Bye,” you say, leaning in to wrap your arms around Peter’s waist. “Be careful,” you add quietly, leaning up to kiss him.

He grins. “Always am.” He kisses you back, slow and gentle, before letting you go.

Bear shakes her head. “You guys are so gross. Later, Parker.”

Peter trails you to the door so he can close it behind you. Bear’s a few feet ahead of you, and you don’t mean to linger, but you can’t help but look back one last time as you go.

Peter’s leaning in the door, a dish rag over his shoulder. His hair’s chaotic from where you’d run your fingers through it, and his cheeks are still a little pink with warmth.

As you watch, his eyes crease at the corners. “Love you,” he mouths, too quiet for Bear to hear. He still has the cutlery in his hands he’d been drying before you walked out; two knives, two forks.

You can feel your face splitting into a smile you’re sure must be even goofier than his. You hold his gaze, and as Bear drags you away, you’re missing him already.

#peter parker x f!reader #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x f!reader #tasm!peter parker imagine #peter parker imagine #peter parker smut #tasm!peter parker smut #tasm fanfiction #tasm smut #peter parker x you

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justabooknerdposts · 8 months

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just an idea but awkwardly timed IMs lol, those fics always make me laugh and you are very good at capturing humor

*NOTE: I’m still closed to prompts for now, probably until at least the end of the year, as life is quite busy at the moment. But I’m trying to catch up on some backlogged requests that have been sitting there for a few months since before I closed. So, I’ll have a few up over the next couple of weeks—my goal is to have them all posted before Chalice of the Gods comes along and expands canon again, ha. Again, not accepting any new prompt requests at this time—I’ll see how my schedule looks in January and revisit the idea then 😊 In the meantime, enjoy the four or five coming up.

Oh, also, chapters 2 through 4 of my AHS senior year Percy and Annabeth story have also been posted. This story is written under my TraitorousHearts8 pseud, so it’s a little more YA than middle-grade, but it’s available to read on Fanfiction and AO3 if you’re interested! The last two chapters should be up over the next week or two.

Alright, back to the prompt response!*

Okay, I kind of loved this one and it was fun to do some semi-awkward IMs. Hope you enjoy!

PERCY: The Greek gods have terrible timing. For example, one once interrupted me in the shower. Long story. I’m not discussing it right now. Demigods do a little better. But sometimes, they have bad timing, too. For example, during my freshman year of high school, I was in the bathroom at my mom’s apartment, going…well, doing what you do in the bathroom, when, suddenly, the air in front of me shimmered. Charles Beckendorf’s face appeared a moment later. “Hey, Percy, got a question for—” he said before his eyes widened.

I yelped and swiped through the I-M.

Once I was out of the bathroom and standing near the kitchen sink, using its water to make a misty rainbow, I messaged him back.

“Uh, hey, dude,” Beckendorf said sheepishly. “My bad.”

“It’s okay,” I said, even though I still kind of wanted to curl up and die from embarrassment. “You didn’t know. But, uh, let’s not mention it again. Ever.”

He nodded gravely. “Anyway, the reason I was calling…” and he launched into a Titan War-related question about an explosive device he was working on that could be added to the tour bus of monsters we’d received reports on.

Later, I learned that he’d rigged this device in the bus’s toilet. I tried not to take that too personally. And I definitely did not ask him what had inspired the idea.

ANNABETH: Usually, I have way better luck than Percy. Which isn’t actually saying much because he has absolutely terrible luck. Which probably explains why this happened. It was during the fall of my freshman year of high school, during the Titan War. I was at my dad’s in San Francisco, and Percy and I hadn’t caught up for a few weeks. Things had been weird between us ever since our quest in the Labyrinth that summer. But we were trying. Unfortunately, Percy chose to reach out via Iris-message…while I was in the shower.

I was washing my hair when suddenly, from behind me, I heard, “Hey, Annabeth—aagh!” I turned, hands already up over my chest, to see Percy, bright strawberry red, covering his eyes and swiping through an I-M.

I called him back ten minutes later from my bedroom, fully dressed, though my hair was still wet and tangled.

As soon as his face appeared, Percy sputtered, “Annabeth, I am so sorry—”

I held up a hand. “We will never speak of this again.”

“Agreed.”

***

A couple years later, on the Argo II, Hazel was talking about I-Ms.

“They’re great,” she said. “But it seems a little risky. I mean, we surprised Reyna in the baths.”

The corner of Percy’s mouth quirked up. “Yeah, this one time, I called Annabeth and—”

“I thought we were never speaking of it?”

“Oh yeah. So, anyway, is that a flock of harpies closing in again? I’d better go check.”

After he ran off, Hazel raised her eyebrows at me. I sighed. “He called me once while I was in the shower.”

“Oh.” She fanned herself, an old-fashioned gesture that somehow seemed natural on her. “See? Risky.”

I nodded. “For sure. Oh crap, those actually are harpies. We’d better go help him.”

And that was the end of that conversation.

#pjo #fanfic #fanfiction #ff #writing #stories #request #percy jackson #pjo fanfiction

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luizazemi · 1 year

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I closed my eyes and I saw everything 6/???

This is totally not a date and there is no mention of offering beads to each other and no holding hands either.

This is just your Avatar : The Way of Water fic, featuring mangrove roots and sandbanks, because seascapes and hand holding are good for the soul in these cold times.

[Title after this song]

At one point the music stopped, the chorus continued on its own, and when the singing finally ceased, both musician and reciter applauded the crowd as much as the crowd applauded them.

Of course, Neteyam applauded as well, and he would have applauded longer, but it seemed it was only formality. All around him, the Mektayina were getting up, going back to their evening matters, and soon he was nearly the last to clap his hands.

“I guess you did like the tale.”

Aonung was up. He grinned at the boy still on the sand. Neteyam felt the warmth on his face coming back, but he didn’t feel like looking away again, so he held out his hand to the Mektayina:

“Well, it was impressive. The story, the scene, the music… All of it, to be fair.”

He paused for a moment. His eyes wandered through the sandbank – but no reciter nor musician were left near the pool, and the instruments had been taken away. He went back to Aonung’s inquisitive gaze.

“I… Hadn’t really seen anything like this before.”

Aonung’s smirk widened.

“Better than tsurak mounting?”

“Definitely better.”

Aonung took his hand, and raised him up on his feet. He was muscular, thought Neteyam, and he could see the likeness with the tough warriors challenging the sea on their canoes.

“When are you going to actually mount a tsurak anyway?” Neteyam asked.

“Oh there’s plenty of time for this. The iknimaya has many other steps before I get the tsurak part.”

Neteyam rose an eyebrow.

“Including collecting beads.”

The Omaticaya scoffed.

“Just joking, Aonung mused. But we do receive three beads if we pass our iknimaya.”

Neteyam said nothing. Aonung didn’t add anything else. They had just made it to the mangrove roots, and Aonung still held Neteyam’s hand, in consideration to the Omaticaya’s agility on wet sand. And though they both remained silent, their steps became slower as they approached the parting of the evening. From time to time, Aonung would glance at Neteyam, who’d proudly pout. He would have the last word.

“That’s when you tell me where I’m supposed to find these,” the Omaticaya finally said, opening his free hand, that had cautiously held the bead all the evening long.

Aonung’s eyes glistened.

“Hmm, let’s see… How much do I win if you beg me to tell you…”

“Oh come on, I already owe you two! I can’t just guess where to retrieve them!”

“Five beads, wasn’t it?”

Neteyam froze.

“I didn’t ask you anything yet.”

“And I didn’t say yes either.”

They stood, face to face, hand in hand still, for some reason that probably neither of them had thought through.

“Oh, of course you attended the show as well!”

Probably the reason was not so serious, though, because as soon as Tuk appeared from nowhere, the boys let go of each other.

“Yeah, even Tuk attended it without falling asleep, which is kind of impressive to be honest.”

And of course Tuk wasn’t alone. The whole Sully family stood beside her, on another root nearby, leading to the marui. Tuk turned to her big sister:

“I’ll admit it, sometimes the bead lady used complicated words. But most of the time she said pretty things!”

“And she was pretty too,” Kiri added.

“Yeah, she was alright”, Lo’ak agreed, and once again Neteyam wondered why his brother always chose to speak when he could just keep his mouth shut.

Yet Neteyam chose to ignore his youngest, and turned to his father instead. As usual in peaceful times, Jake watched over them with unbeatable patience.

“How did you know there would be singing tonight?” Neteyam asked.

“Tsireya told us!” Kiri intervened.

“Tsireya told me,'' Lo’ak sighed, but Aonung’s glare discouraged him to add more.

Jake gave his second son a knowing look, but answered his eldest:

“We met with your siblings and their friend on our way here. She asked us if we were interested in some… cultural recreation, and I must say we were.”

He turned to Neytiri for approval, and after a moment of awkward confrontation, she nodded. Jake quickly added:

“I guess you had your own guide, son.”

He greeted Aonung with a polite nod, and the boy replied the same way.

“These recitals happen from time to time,” Aonung explained as they were heading back to their marui. “The night before, the musician performs a solo dance – that’s how we know.”

“And are all these stories so grand?” Jake asked.

Aonung stopped – his family’s marui was not in the same direction as the Sullys’ – and mused at the question.

“If they weren’t grand, what would be the point of telling them?”

Neteyam glanced at Aonung in shock and amusement, stricken by the nerves he had to speak to Toruk Makto so casually. The boy felt his mother and brother shared his thoughts, less the amusement. Hopefully Aonung was focused on Jake’s answer, and he missed Neytiri ready to hiss at him.

As for Jake, he simply tilted his head. The boy wasn’t wrong, and he could have seen that one coming.

With that, Aonung seemed content, and he took leave of the Omaticayas.

“Have a good evening, Sullys.”

Tuk waved at him happily because this time she had found him nice. Kiri had already forgotten him, and began to explain to her father how she had no idea, for all her submarine strolls, where the reciter had found so many – and so shiny – beads. Neytiri went on to the marui without turning back, and luckily, she didn’t see the dirty look Lo’ak darted at Aonung. As he had felt it, the Metkayina turned one last time to the family. Neteyam was ready to step in between the two boys, but he was surprised to see Aonung ignoring his brother.

Instead, he waved at Neteyam, and signed “two” with his hands.

#the mangrove roots are back #i missed them #mangrove trees are way better company for a date than your entire family showing up #a metkayina proverb probably #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar fic #aonung #neteyam #aonunete #netenung #things are getting much more convenient now that this ship has an actual name #sully family #lo'ak #kiri #tuk #neytiri #jake sully #leship

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harlot-inc · 2 years

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Ill Intent

A/N ; My first big fic in a while! Not entirely thought-out, just a neat and self-indulgent idea I had. Soft for these two cultists :’) Komodo and Dragon belong to @.gatobob!

Takes place before the events of TPOF, includes ocs as side characters. Warnings for abduction, drugging, gore + violence, forced nudity (partial - top).

Word count ; 2,493

Imagine being roommates with not one but both Komodo and Dragon - or Mike and Jace, rather. They’re a little weird but you’re more concerned with getting someone who can pay their portion of the rent and these two seem reliable enough, right? You could only hope that your initial impressions of them would hold up. Soon enough you’re all moved in and that’s when the real introductions start.

The pair tend to keep to themselves a lot, not really exiting their rooms unless they were leaving for the day or to grab something from the fridge. The first couple weeks might be a little tense but at least they clean up their messes and don’t cause too much of a ruckus in the flat. Though, you have to admit some of their behaviors are a little odd…

It would probably be Mike to warm up to you first, being the more extroverted of the two he’d be a tad more keen on bettering his, and subsequently Jace’s, standing with you. Even if they were a little cold at first, you may find that it’s almost nice to have them around. It makes things feel less lonely.

After that point they both start to venture out from their respective rooms a little more often. Movie nights might become a semi-common occurrence with the most popular genre being horror. Whether it’s those cheesy slasher flicks or something a bit more gruesome, it’s something you all seem to enjoy. Even if the other two sometimes get a little too into the gory scenes.

Imagine, though, if you end up stumbling upon something a bit more dark - maybe the odd website pops up in the pc’s search history, or maybe you find a strange scrap of paper that definitely wasn’t yours. While it is a little disconcerting you probably don’t pay much mind to it - maybe it was just another little niche they were following?

Oh how wrong you were.

It’s difficult to notice, though sooner or later there’s a shift in the pair. Their attitudes toward you doesn’t really change, sure, though it’s closer to the end of autumn that they start to get a little more cozy with you. It isn’t until Jace has a rag pressed right up against your nose and mouth do you realize their true intentions. Your last memories before passing out were both of them standing over your crumpled body talking about some sort of sacrifice…

Imagine waking up miles away from that apartment that you rented out with them, instead being woken by the stifling heat of the desert you’d been abducted to. Instead of any real clothes you were dressed in a tank top and the underwear you’d been wearing when they knocked you out. How long has it been? Hours? Days? Was anyone even looking for you?

Looking across the small group of masked men (save for one - ‘Scorpion’, he’d demanded to be called.), you found that you recognized two of the people standing in the circle. Even with the masks there was no denying that the pair in the lizard-looking masks were Jace and Mike. The tattoo on the blond’s shoulder was a dead giveaway, not to mention you were fairly certain that you’d seen a piercing glint as the more lithe one adjusted his mask.

You aren’t alone here, though. To your right are a few other people, all dressed similarly to you. The majority of the group appeared to be wary and frightened, save for the blonde, freckled woman near the end of the line, though you found yourself aligning more with her anger and vitriol than the uneasiness that plagued the rest of the soon-to-be victims. After another minute or so, the group just a few feet away turned to look at you all. Animals, you couldn’t help but think, stomach twisting into knots when you met the eyes of both Komodo and Dragon. Even with the intense sunlight shadowing their faces you swear that they had a ravenous glint in their eyes.

“Alright!” Scorpion addressed you all with a toothy grin, the sadistic look on his face foreshadowing what exactly would be in store for you all. “Who’s ready to get things rolling?”

—-

Imagine having survived throughout the rest of the day - you’d been out there for hours, the exposed skin on your face and arms tender to the touch and burning. You were overheated and severely dehydrated, having had a close call with those who were hunting you down. You thought that the open desert would’ve been safe considering you’d be able to see anything coming for you, but that advantage didn’t matter much when someone was chasing you down with an ATV. Still, though, you managed to slip through his grasp.

The sky was cast in a violet hue as the sun began to set, though the absence of the scorching ball did nothing to lessen the heat yet. With a shaky sigh you headed down into the ravine, staggering forward as you tripped over a rock but not completely face-planting. You may have been exhausted but you weren’t completely gone yet. Despite how jagged the rock face was you leaned against it, catching your breath while you waited for things to cool off.

In the silence you heard a soft trickling sound. At first you’d thought that you were just hearing things, though in the dim lighting you did manage to spot a trickle of water. It didn’t take you much longer to make a beeline for the small stream of water, cupping what you could in your hands before gulping it all down. Running water was supposed to be safe, right? Even if you couldn’t be picky out here at least you could rest a little easier knowing that this drink probably wouldn’t be too harmful…

That was until you began to lose feeling in your legs. While you did try to brace yourself against the rocks yet again, it wasn’t too much longer until your arms gave way as well. With a thud and a cloud of sand and dust you landed on the desert floor, teeth clicking uncomfortably when your jaw met the ground. Your head was spinning - what happened? You couldn’t move no matter how hard you tried.

Panic really began to set in when the sun had completely disappeared below the horizon, leaving you quite literally in the dark about anything that may be going on around you. No shadows to go off of, hardly any visibility to speak of. Even if you’d landed on your back it probably wouldn’t have been much better. You could only hope that no one found you

The sound of falling pebbles caught your attention, one of which bounced off your back before landing somewhere in the sand beside you. A little gasp could be heard from above, hurried footsteps soon following. Who was that? Another captive? Or…

Your question was answered quickly when the now two pairs of footsteps came up behind you. How many of you were left? The first to go had the scrawny, red-eyed boy who’d been chosen for ‘first blood’. You were also fairly certain that you’d heard a distant yelling after you’d managed to escape that maniac on the four-wheeler, even if you didn’t particularly want to think about it. Though, if that poor soul had managed to survive or escape as well, just how likely was it that the other two found each other and banded together?

Those chances were painfully low, unluckily for you.

“Well, look what we have here!” A familiar voice rang out from behind you, the footsteps coming closer and closer. A boot nudged your side and all you could do was gently rock with the movement and take it. One shadow came to hover over you and then another, the dark sockets of their masks just staring down at you. If you were able to see, though, you’d witness just how the corners of their eyes would curl upwards - grinning, they were. Feeding off of your misfortune and the subsequent despair over the situation.

One of them knelt down beside you, seeming to look you over for a moment before an arm was hooked around your middle. It was Jace, you quickly realized once he hauled you over his shoulder. You tried to scream, really, but all that came out was a shrill wheeze. Whatever was in that water must’ve done more than prevent you from moving. You couldn’t struggle, couldn’t kick, couldn’t scream. All you could do was allow yourself to be carried, vision blurred by the tears falling from your eyes.

Imagine being deposited on the stone and dirt slab, vulnerable before the two men that intended to kill you, to use you for whatever sick purpose they had in mind. There were hushed mumbling between the two as they prepared - the flick of a lighter as they lit the candles, the gleam of a gnarly-looking knife not unlike those ritual daggers you’d see depicted in movies or games.

A hiss of irritation came from one of the two at your side, most likely Komodo considering his rigid posture as he looked around for something.

“Can’t see a fuckin’ thing in-!” His angry rant had stopped in an instant when the knife - probably what he’d been looking for in the first place - was held out right in front of him. “Oh. Thanks, Dragon.” A little hum of acknowledgement had left the blond as he took a small step back, allowing his dark-haired companion to take the reins. Komodo hovered above you, dagger in-hand and a bone-chilling glint in his eye.

“Now… Let’s see if you can scream for me.”

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It hurt. Each drag of the knife blinding, shooting hot white pain through you. Even if the drug had begun to wear off a bit you were still effectively paralyzed, only being able to let out hoarse screams and sputtering wheezes. Despite the lack of feeling in your limbs you could feel every single slice and jab that was inflicted on you. At first such wounds were inflicted through your tank top, blood soaked fabric quickly sticking to your skin, though the cover didn’t last long when your captors decided that it was in the way of their ministrations. With the top ripped down the middle you were left completely exposed to their hungry eyes and the unforgiving sharpness of the blade. Unbound but completely helpless.

“You’re moving too fast.” Jace spoke up, voice gruff and sounding a little distant in your hazy state. He, too, came to loom over you. A warm hand trailed along your side - at first it was just the gentle brushing of fingertips, something that drew a little whine from you when it got too close to one of the many wounds that adorned your body. The tiny, pathetic noise that left you seemed to catch both of their attention. Another slice to your wounded body drew another choked noise from you

Then the chanting started - both of them speaking in a strange tongue, though you couldn’t really bring yourself to care when you suffered yet another gash. This one was deeper, though. It seemed that they’d stopped toying around with you and somehow that was even more terrifying. Throughout this morbid ritual you couldn’t help but sob, teeth grit as your eyes stung. You didn’t know how to feel - should you be angry? To think that you trusted these people only to have them take advantage of it.

A surprisingly gentle hand cupped your cheek, pulling you from that spiral and back into the moment. “Oh, sweet thing…” Komodo sighed, wiping away another tear that threatened to fall. “Your suffering will be over soon. You’ll be with Him soon…”

‘Him’? Who was he talking about?

Just as quickly as that little comfort had been given to you it was taken away, his bloodied hand leaving a smear on your cheek as his hand was retracted. The chanting started up again, more clear this time. Your eyes widened in terror when the knife raised, preparing to come down right into you, though the sound of a cloth moving drew the attention of the two men standing over you. Standing there was the freckled woman, expression quickly contorting into one of absolute horror at the scene unfolding before her. It was long enough for the pair to get the jump on her. Even if she tried to sprint back out and into the open desert her ‘freedom’ was only short-lived. The woman let out a scream when the knife was driven into her back, both her and Mike falling to the ground below. Despite how wiry he was he managed to keep the upper hand on her. The knife still in his grasp was poised to kill, though Jace decided to stop him.

“Komodo.. How about we use her for the ritual instead?” The suggestion made him take pause, ignoring the woman’s cursing and struggling as he mulled it over. With a little chuckle, almost as if he’d just been told a joke, he looked up at the blond. “You know, that isn’t a half-bad idea!”

Imagine being forced to watch as that woman takes your place, instead being carefully deposited on the cave floor by Jace. You were given a sip of water from a canteen, something that was a little confusing until you felt your stomach sink like it had the first time. You couldn’t even look away as they tore into her, the odd chanting coming into play again as they sacrificed her to whatever sick deity they worshiped. It felt like it had gone on for hours, only stopping a little while after the light had vanished from the woman’s eyes. Once the ritual had been completed they didn’t even bother to clean up the body, instead turning their collective attention to you.

You weren’t dead but you’d lost enough blood for your surroundings to really begin to dim. You don’t know exactly when it happened, but your wounds were cleaned and bandaged up. Throughout the rest of your stay, you were given sips of the tampered water and kept docile. More often than not at least one of them would be with you, petting your head and making sure that your condition didn’t worsen.

It wasn’t until a couple days later that you were taken out of that cave, cradled carefully in Jace’s arms as he tried not to jostle any of your injuries. Some strange looks were given from the other two, though they weren’t really stopped. You had survived this hellish vacation, but at what cost? It was a question that plagued your mind as you were taken back to where they were keeping their vehicles, headed back to the apartment.

Imagine returning to the home you opened up to the very people who almost killed you, but did you truly own it anymore?

#the price of flesh #tpof #tpof komodo #tpof dragon

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alias-sam · 5 months

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Pierced by a Golden Soul

Chapter 17. Alfred Hitchcock Can Bite Me

Platonic Jojo's x Reader

Summary: Fate is a bizarre concept with countless more bizarre implications. In life sometimes such extraordinary events happen that the only reasoning left must be fate. The tragedies that constantly befall the Joestar bloodline for example may be the unluckiest series of cards drawn in human history, or perhaps the work of a greater power. There is no way to tell for sure. Had Dio Brando or Jonathan Joestar moved slightly on a divergent path the world itself would be left very different. The fate or luck of the noble Joestar bloodline has led to destruction of evil likes of the Pillar Men and DIO. This story is of a similar caliber to that of the other Joestars (as I am sure you are familiar with them). This is a story of lost souls, compassion, hope, and above all fate.

Word Count: 1,494

(Crosspost from Wattpad, full fic is already posted there.)

"What do you mean there wasn't a car?" You asked, but Jaya was preoccupied dragging you across the street before the crosswalk could run out of time. "I saw it with my own eyes!"

"I'm telling you there was definitely no car." Jaya replied sternly, firmly holding her ground on the argument. When you two reached the other side of the street she placed her hand on your forehead. "I doubt you're sick, but maybe you should take it easy for a little bit? You look really shaken up. Did you hit your head when you fell?"

"I definitely didn't--!" You were cut off by Jaya's phone ringing.

"Huh?" Jaya fished through her pocket, taking out a compact flip phone. "That's odd..." She mumbled, looking at the incoming call. "He never calls me during work hours." Jaya hit the accept button. You couldn't make out what was said over the line. Whatever it was seemed to rattle your friend. A panicked expression flashed across Jaya's face, you were half expecting her to puke right then and there. "Oh my god..." She whispered, covering her mouth. Before you could ask what the problem was, Jaya flicked the phone closed. "Sorry!" She spoke quickly. "I need to go! No time to explain!"

"Wait- What?" You yelled after her as she suddenly bolted down the street. She didn't stop. "Okay then." You watched your friend run off. Whatever news she just got definitely didn't seem good. Hopefully everything was going to be alright? As you walked home you slowly found you couldn't shake the adrenaline rush from Jaya being in the street. Even as you neared home you found your pulse was more elevated that usual. Along with that, you once again couldn't help the feeling of being watched. Every so often you would glance over your shoulder, but there was never anyone there. Tired, you entered the bakery without even announcing your presence.

"Good afternoon!" Senora Jones was busy fiddling with the cash register. "How can I- Oh my!" When your mother looked up, she gaped at your appearance. "What on earth happened to you?"

"Smoothie. A smoothie happened to me." You answered flatly.

"Head upstairs and clean up." Senora Jones didn't even try to hold back her laugh. "I'll grab you a change of clothes."

"Thanks." You sighed, already heading to the nearest shower.

"Try not to drip on anything." Your mother playfully teased as you ascended the stairs.

"Will do." You called back, starting to laugh at the situation yourself.

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An undignified sound of disgust made its way past your lips as you peeled off your wet, sticky clothes. You listened to the shower's hiss as the water slowly warmed up.

Footsteps made their way down the hall and stopped in front of the bathroom. You assumed it was Senora Jones getting you a change of clothes. As soon as the shower was ready, you rushed in, wanting to rid yourself of Blueberry Blast forever. You sighed in satisfaction as the warm stream of water washed away the sticky sensation. For several minutes you simply stood there, relishing in the feeling of finally being freed from such discomfort.

You suddenly winced as an acute throbbing pain reverberated from your wrist up to your forearm. Just as suddenly as it appeared, the pain subsided. Warm water ran down your arm as you examined the area. A strange dark spot stained the skin of your inner wrist. At a glance it could have been a bruise. You had tripped a LOT as of late, you probably just hit it on something a little too hard. After looking over your wrist, your gaze trailed down to the rest of your arm. It was littered with scars. While the way they looked didn't bother you that much, being reminded of the various painful experiences from the past few days was taxing. With that in mind, your thoughts wondered to the stories behind the scars. Sometimes you could still feel the stinging pain of Metal Health's blade on your skin.

Past the sound of running water and the echoes of your own thoughts, there was a faint squeak from the bathroom door opening.

"Mom?" You asked while mindlessly returning to scrubbing smoothie juice from your hands. "I thought you'd just leave my clothes in the hallway or something. You don't need to come-" The next word caught in your throat as the silhouette of a man appeared in the shower curtain."...inside...." You muttered, watching as the person walked closer.

In a state of disbelief, you simply froze as the figure approached. In just a moment you saw the outline of a knife and screamed. Despite your initial fear, you were fully prepared to fight. With one fluid motion you pulled back the shower curtain. "What are you doing in-!" Your eyes widened as you let go of the curtain. "Here." You whispered.

Nobody. There was nobody in the bathroom with you. A chill ran up your spine in spite of the warm water rushing down your back.

Without thinking, you quickly stepped out of the shower, leaving the water running in the process. Nothing looked to be out of place, everything was in order, the door was even closed. This was an incredibly small bathroom, so there was absolutely no space for someone to hide without you noticing. But you knew you hadn't imagined it, there had been someone here in the bathroom with you!

"Y/n!?" Your mother yelled from the other side of the bathroom door, followed by a few knocks. "Are you okay?! I heard you scream from downstairs. What's going on in there?"

"I'm fine mom!" You called back. "There was-" Your thoughts raced as you stepped back in the shower. "A- uh.. spider!" You hastily explained. "A spider crawled up my leg while I was showering."

"Please...." The sound of your mother sighing loudly came from the other side of the door.

"Ti voglio bene." She tried to hide it but there was an obvious tiredness in her voice. "My heart please stop scaring me like this. I'm not so sure I can take another startle." A pang of guilt shot through your chest as you turned off the water.

"Right, sorry mom." You apologized, listening as Senora Jones' footsteps retreated down the hallway. You stepped out of the shower and glanced around the empty bathroom. That was weird, really weird.

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After getting into some clean clothes, you put the sticky ones in for a laundry cycle. Meanwhile your mother was back down in the bakery finishing her workday. As you walked down the hallway to your room you took a quick look at every window, making sure it was either locked, or inaccessible from the outside. It was odd given there was no way for someone to get in besides the front door or the fire escape, but both options were locked shut while you were showering earlier. Plus, the floorboards in your home weren't exactly the best, each and every one squeaked unless you stepped on them in a very specific order that you had perfected to a science since you were a kid.

You took a deep breath when you reached your room, deciding to just drop the subject for a while. When the door to your room squeaked open you were greeted by an strange sight...

There was... a raven... sitting in your open windowsill. You stared at the creature, and it stared back, not moving. For a moment you thought it was a statue, but suddenly, the bird let out a loud gurgling squawk sound and flew from the window in your direction.

You jumped back from the doorway, slamming the door behind you. In a state of shock, you just listened from the other side as the bird cawed and flapped its wings.

You heard the front door open and close, briefly catching a glimpse of Senora Jones as she passed by.

"Hey, mom?" You called down the hallway.

"Yes darling?" Your mother poked her head past the corner to look at you.

"When you grabbed those clothes for me earlier...." You glanced at your bedroom door as you heard the raven scratching at it. "Did you...open my window by any chance?"

"Of course not." Senora Jones looked at you oddly. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing!" The sound of another squawk and the beating of wings reverberated from your room. "Don't worry about it."

"Okay... whatever you say darling." Your mother shrugged before returning to what she was doing. You were surprised she didn't hear the racket coming from your room. As she left, your gaze returned to your bedroom door. Suddenly, there was no sound coming from the other side. Carefully, you twisted the doorknob and nudged the door, letting it slowly swing open. There was no bird in sight. But that was the least of your worries. You stared at the open window; a light breeze was billowing the curtains. Even as you stepped into the empty room a single thought persisted in your mind.

You locked the window last night.

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lovesatoru · 2 years

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let’s have a baby!

pairing: kento nanami x fem!reader

content: fluff, smut 18+, breeding, domesticity, praise, oral sex (fem receiving), begging.

word count: 5.3k+

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI!! you will be blocked!!

a/n: ahh!! this is the longest fic i’ve ever written and i’m really proud of it. definitely needs improvement, but i’m just glad to have finally been happy enough with this to share it with you all!!

Nanami lets himself into your shared home almost silently, not wanting to ruin his surprise appearance. After weeks of working relentlessly after-hours, he’d finally made it back home to you at a normal time, keeping you in the dark about it. He had sent you a quick text earlier, saying he wouldn’t be home ‘til late again as he usually would when working overtime. Though you never complained or expressed your aggravation to him, he just knew how much you were missing him lately. It was the subtle way your smile would drop for only a second after he’d kiss you goodbye in the mornings before heading out, or how you would sometimes ask him when his next day off would be.

Lately, Nanami’s been coming home to the sight of you curled up so sweetly on the couch with the blanket the two of you often shared while lounging around. you obviously had tried to stay up, tried to fight off the sleep to be able to greet him, but your attempts never succeeded. His heart hurts a little when he thinks of you sitting around aimlessly waiting just for him to come home night after night. That alone was the main reason he absolutely fucking hates working overtime. The lack of time spent with his loving wife had started to take a toll on him as well as he’d been catching himself slipping at work while thinking of what you could possibly be up to at that very moment and how he just couldn’t wait for his schedule to calm down so he could get back to you at a decent hour for once. And now that day has finally come.

As soon as he walks through the door, he picks up on the amazing smell of something cooking. His stomach growls a little, suddenly reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since this morning, as he worked through lunch just to get back extra early. He can’t help but smile to himself as he silently walks towards the kitchen, you are always finding ways to spoil him and he couldn’t be more thankful to have you in his life. He’s never had someone care for him the way that you do, no one who’s delighted at his simple presence like you. But, he also has realized that before you, he never had caught his heart skipping a beat at the sight of a single person. He had never thought that he was capable of not only being loved but of loving itself. He never imagined a life full of sweet kisses and nights curled up on the couch, giggling about the shitty movie playing on the screen. but he never wants to go back to being alone, back to a life without you.

Nanami lets himself just spy on you for a few seconds. You were at the stove, humming softly to yourself as you stirred whatever was in the pot. Finally deciding to make his presence known, he makes his way over to you, no longer caring about making any noise, and wraps his strong, muscular arms around your waist as he hugs you from behind. A warm laugh leaves his lips as his sudden appearance startled you, causing you to gasp.

“Kento? You’re home so early!” you turn to face your smirking husband, prepared to ask him a million questions about his early arrival, but he doesn’t even let you get the opportunity to ask them as he places his lips on yours.

You close your eyes, immediately kissing him back. You practically throw your arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss. His hands wrap even tighter around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, as he just craves to have you near. His lips on yours are a familiar feeling, but you still manage to melt into him each and every time he kisses you. You find yourself a little disappointed as he suddenly pulls away.

“Got off work early today, just wanted to surprise you,” Nanami smiles, bringing a hand up from your waist to brush a piece of your hair behind your ear.

There was nothing but love and adoration in the man’s eyes as he looked at you. For only a brief moment, you see the face of the blonde teenage boy you had secretly admired all those years ago during your first year at Jujutsu Tech. He’s had your heart since then and it’s his to keep forever.

“And what a lovely surprise,” you press a soft kiss to his cheek, “I’ve missed you a lot lately.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he presses his forehead against yours in a loving gesture, “So much.”

As if on cue, your mind suddenly reminds you of the food that is likely about to burn on the stove behind you, “Shit!” you curse, frantically turning around to tend to the dinner you had prepared, which earned yet another chuckle from Nanami.

“Go change or something while I take care of this,” you wave him off as you focus on trying not to ruin dinner, “You’re distracting me.”

He quickly presses another gentle kiss to your cheek, letting out a playful “mhmm,” before he starts pressing kisses along your jaw, much softer than before. His lips travel down your neck as you lean more to the side, allowing him better access to your neck. Such a teasing touch that makes you feel as if standing is a chore as your knees grow weak. You let out a soft moan as he sucks gently on your skin. Every part of your body felt as if it were aflame; you were on fire just for him. Your head lays on his shoulder, forgetting the task at hand yet again as your eyes are closed, basking in Nanami’s overwhelming presence before it is quickly stripped away. Your eyes immediately flutter open at the lack of his warmth, confused as to where it went.

“Alright, I’ll shower real quick,” he winks, knowing how flustered he’s left you. He loved how within a mere few seconds he can make you completely unable to focus on anything but him.

You huff in annoyance as you desperately try to just simply get your shit together to finish up dinner. Despite forgetting about the food more than once thanks to a certain someone, nothing had actually ended up being burnt to a crisp as you had thought. You let out a sigh of relief, calming yourself down. By the time you’re finally starting to make both your and his plates, Nanami returns to the kitchen. Despite being with him for several years at this point, you were practically gawking at him as he walked into the room. He looked more appetizing than the food before you. The way his normally neat combed blonde hair is still a little wet and disheveled and it was undeniably hot in every single way. He had traded in his typical work attire, a dress shirt, and tie, for a plain white shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

You’re practically the only one who’s ever seen him in such a relaxed state, as he usually strives to be put together all of the time. It’s such a silly thing to be amused by, but the fact that you’re the only one who gets to see him like this makes your heart flutter every time you think about it. While he always looks handsome, you think that you prefer him like this. Maybe it’s the way you imagine that all his worries strip away with the finely tailored suits or perhaps it’s the fact that you have come to the conclusion that as soon as the suit comes off he’s all yours. He no longer belongs to his excruciating job, his worries, his stress; simply to you.

You pull yourself out of your daze in order to walk over to the dining table where Nanami had already taken a seat and sit your guys’ plates down. Up until this moment, both of you had yet to realize how truly hungry you were. Nanami, who usually takes his time to truly savor his meal, has nearly scarfed down half his plate in a matter of what seemed like a few seconds, and you could say the same about yourself. Despite the ravenous nature of you two, you both still managed to have your typical dinner discussion. You asked about his day at work, which he told you that consisted of the usual and that he lucked out today because he simply didn’t have to deal with any of Gojo’s nonsense. You tell him of your day and he listens intently as you proceed to tell him about your day of running errands.

“So I went to the store to get everything for dinner and I saw this sweet little girl who couldn’t have been older than like five. She looked so sad, Nanami. It was clear she was lost,” you frown as you recall the way her eyes were slightly puffy and red as she anxiously scanned the aisle looking for someone who wasn’t there, “I just had to help her, my heart just hurt looking at her sweet, little face. Luckily we found her mom, but god, she was so cute. I held her little hand in mine and walked with her until we found her mom.”

You continue to ramble on about just how cute the child was, but it falls on deaf ears as Nanami has found himself unable to focus on your words any longer. His mind was all over the place as he pictured you walking with the kid, little hand in your much larger one as you walked around the store. He finds it so easy to picture it, yet he realizes he's envisioning you with a child that has his eyes and your hair color, a perfect combination of both of you. His heart begins to race as he realizes that he craves a family with you, that he needs a baby.

You’re still talking, unknowingly to yourself, while his mind races about what it would be like to hold a baby created not only by him but the two of you together; a perfect combination of you both. How he craves to know what it feels like to have a tiny hand holding onto his much larger fingers and he feels like he could melt into a puddle onto the floor beneath him as he thinks of you with a baby cradled securely in your arms as you hum a soft lullaby, soothing the child with ease. Sure, he had thought about having babies with you one day, it had been discussed. Hell, even Gojo has asked him more than once if there will ever be “little Nanamins” running around one day. But for the very first time, Nanami can picture it so vividly in his mind; he finally wants to have a baby with you right now. It’s no longer a thought he saves for the future; no longer a simple wish for a later time.

His attention is brought back to you sitting before him gently waving your hand in front of his face, “Kento,” you chuckle as you shake your head at the blonde, “Are you even listening to me right now?”

“(Y/N),” you perk up at hearing your name roll off his tongue while he smiles softly. his dark brown eyes stare into yours as he pushes his chair back, patting his thigh, “C’mere.”

You practically run from your spot across the table from him, trading in your chair for a seat upon his lap. A smile on your lips as you straddle his waist, throwing your arms around his neck. You feel a large hand press against the small of your back, pulling you close as possible. Your chest pressed against his, his touch alone making you feel dizzy. Nanami’s other hand comes up to lovingly cup your cheek. You unconsciously lean into his touch as his thumb begins to stroke your face, his eyes so filled with a look that was undoubtedly full of love as he gazes upon your features. The moment feels so intimate; so many things being said all at once by everything but words. His gentle touch says “You're my everything,” his hand pulling you closer whispers “I need you,” and the way he looks at you as if you were the most magnificent being he’s ever seen absolutely screams “I love you.”

“So, wanna tell me what you were thinking about now?“ one of your hands wanders into his blonde locks as the other moves to his shoulder. He visibly relaxes as you play with his hair.

He blinks a few times, debating how exactly he wants to go about the subject of starting a family. Is it really the time to be discussing this? How would you respond?

“I was thinking about…us,” his voice is soft as he speaks. He swallows as he tries to even think of the right way to put it into words.

“Yeah? What about us?” you giggle as you raise an eyebrow, “That’s a little vague there.” You take note of his unusual demeanor, but you simply chalk it up to stress from the past couple of weeks. Nanami might be great at keeping his emotions to himself, but you’ve learned to read him like your favorite book.

His heart is racing in his chest as he finally blurts out “I want a baby, (Y/N). What do you think about that?” Okay, so that wasn’t how he planned on going about it. But now that he’s put it out there he can’t stop the words flying out of his mouth. He’s unable to think straight at this point as he rambles on and on. “I can start working less hours, you know. I’m sorry to just spring that on you out there, we don’t-” He then was silenced by your lips pressing sweetly against his. In a matter of a few seconds, he closes his eyes, kissing you back just as gently. You love the way your hands roam your back with the softest of touches until you pull away.

“Let’s do it. Let’s have a baby,” His eyes search for any sign of doubt in your answer, but alas he fails to find such. This is real; you want to have a baby just as badly as he does. To think that you were likely struck by the same sweet, domestic dream of starting a family that he had just now seems unbelievably perfect. He smiles so sweetly at your response that you think your heart could burst at the sight. His hand cradles your face with utmost care as he presses his lips on yours gently. The two of you have shared countless sweet kisses, but the absolute love and passion in the way your lips are moving together cannot even be compared to those of the past. Pure excitement rushes through the both of you at the thought of a little bundle of joy in your lives.

You pull away, taking in the look of what you only can describe as joy upon your husband's face. His eyes search yours for any hint of worry or doubt in yours, but he is unable to find such, only seeing the way your eyes are lit up. “Yeah? You really want this?” he asks, wanting to make sure this entire moment was not a mere figment of his imagination.

You nod your head, reassuring him that this was real. “I want this. Want this more than anything with you,” you say with a smile as your hands fiddle with the bottom of his t-shirt.

“I love you so much,” he still can’t comprehend the fact that he had the privilege of not only calling you his wife but of getting to start a family with you.

“And I love you too. So Kento...” You say with your voice lowering an octave. With a roll of your hips against his crotch, you lean down to whisper right in his ear. “You gonna put a baby in me or what?”

You wish you could take a picture of the way he’s looking at you right now. Your words lit a fire in him, driving him absolutely wild. “Fuck yeah I am,” he says, and just by the tone of his voice, you knew that he was dead serious.

His lips crash onto yours, much different than any time before this one. His typical smooth, seemingly calculated actions are long gone as he has not a single thought in his head other than giving you exactly what you want, a baby. Nanami’s hands wander down to your ass, pulling your hips harshly against his own as he’s desperate to feel you against him. The rough and rapid movement of your mouths contrasts the sweet and delicate moment you two had shared merely moments before. His grip on you was firm, making you feel as if every single inch of your body was lit aflame by his mere touch. You let out a pitiful sounding whine when he pulls away.

“Fuck yeah I am,” he says, voice raspy as he speaks, “Gonna fill you up so good, gonna make you a mommy.” His lips find their way back to yours, moving in perfect time. He swallows each and every one of the pretty little moans you let out as you grind against his bulge.

There’s just something about the thought of you, belly all round with his baby, that has brought some primal urge in him to fuck you until your sweet, sweet pussy is filled to the brim with his load. It’s brought out a possessive side of him that neither you nor him have ever seen. Maybe it’s the fact that you, his darling wife, wants his baby. you’re all his. His pants tighten at the thought of everyone seeing you pregnant, knowing you’re all his and that he’s all yours.

Soft, wet kisses are littered all over the tender skin of your neck after his hand pushes away any hair blocking his way. The way Nanami has every inch of your body committed to memory is evident as his tongue lightly traces over that one spot that drives you wild. A moan escapes you as he continues to ravish your neck, You can’t take this anymore, you need him inside you right now.

It takes everything in your being to bring your hands to tug his hair to bring his face out from the crook of your neck to meet your gaze. “Kento. Bedroom. Now.”

You can’t find even a hint of hesitation to follow your order as he stands from the chair. His arms lift you up whilst holding your ass to support you, and yours are thrown around his neck. The walk from the kitchen to the bedroom resulted in you losing your shirt as it was messily thrown somewhere in between heated kisses. He gropes your ass for what seems to be the thousandth time tonight, tongues moving together in what you’d describe as the most perfect way as he does so. The two of you finally make it to the bed and he lays you down. Your wandering hands travel down to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it to silently beg him to strip it off. As always, he complies.

No matter how many times he’s fucked you senseless, you still feel your face heat up as his eyes look you up and down. He climbs on top of you, nestling himself between your legs. He props his strong arms propping him up on his elbows so that he isn’t pressing his full weight on you as he kisses you much softer than he had previously before.

“Wanna give you a baby so bad, (Y/N).” your body shudders at the words, the effect Nanami has over you is utterly intoxicating. He shifts his weight into just one of his arms to remove your bra. He can’t help but moan at the sight of your gorgeous tits on display for him. His mind wanders to how they’ll soon be filled with milk as his mouth latches on your sensitive nipple, sucking gently before pulling away, returning to your other breast to do the exact same. His cock aches in his pants, begging to be inside you at that simple thought. He lets out a groan as he continues his actions and you feel the slick pooling in between your thighs in response. Anything he says and anything he does has you unable to think, mind clouded by Nanami.

A string of saliva connects his mouth to your chest when he finally pulls away, a hazy stare on his face as he looks up at you. He uses the back of his hand to wipe away the wetness on his face and you think you’ve never seen a sight as lovely as this. After countless nights spent tangled up in the sheets with your lover, you think you’ve never seen him exactly like this. something in him had snapped tonight, and you can’t bring yourself to say that you didn’t enjoy it.

There was something downright pitiful in the way you say “Kiss me. Please,” before cupping his beautiful face in your hands, pulling his face back up to yours. His face is now right in front of you, your nose brushing. His swollen lips are just right there, almost taunting you with their proximity.

“God, you’re killing me,” he sighs breathily before he leans in, finally giving you what you wanted. However, the moment was short-lived as his lips left yours to press soft, wet kisses along your jaw. You mewl underneath and he thinks he could cum in his pants from the noises you make alone. You shiver as his kisses keep trailing down from your jaw to your neck then to your chest and finally he's kissing the right above where you crave him most. Sweet brown eyes keep eye contact with you as he pulls down your shorts in one motion. If you were in your right mind maybe you would be embarrassed at the way your panties were soaked through with your slick. But you’re not even able to think about that right now as he kisses your cunt through the fabric, sighing afterward.

Everything inside of him is screaming to lick you clean right there, but he finds restraint. He wants you to beg for it, tease you until you just can’t take it anymore. Nanami thinks he could never, ever get enough of the way you get so whiny for him when you’re needy.

You squirm waiting for him to just do something. “Be a good girl and stay still for me, yeah?” he says with a quick kiss to your clothed cunt. You instantly nod and spread your legs as much as possible for him. He turns his head to the side to nibble at the skin on your thigh. His tongue wetting it with the utmost care and affection, and you can barely stop yourself from just taking a handful of his hair and pushing his face to where you needed him most. What a fucking tease.

“Come on, I need to know how bad you want it. You’re being awfully quiet.”

You throw your head back, frustrated at his teasing. He brings his thumb up against your clit, rubbing it so softly through your panties before trying again. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want.” You’re turned to absolute mush as you melt, moaning at the slight relief his hand was providing you, but it’s not enough.

“Kento, baby, please. Want it so bad. Want your mouth on me. Your mouth, want it.” You don’t have it in you to speak in full sentences as you keep babbling nonsense upon nonsense. The noise that you let out as he speeds up his movements was something he could only describe as downright sinful.

“You’re just too fucking pretty like this. Don’t know if I wanna make you come yet, I like this a little too much,” he says sweetly, but you huff before spitting out anything and everything to try and convince him to just fuck you with his mouth already. It was almost pure agony waiting for him to finally cave into your needs.

“Please, Ken. Please.” Tears well up in your eyes as you look down at him, lip quivering a little. He can’t bring himself to continue this little game he’s got going on when you look at him like that. Who was he to deny you of such?

“I just can’t say no to you. Especially when you’re asking me so nicely,” He says with a wicked smile, and he's finally stripping off your underwear, turning you into a puddle as he tugs the material down your legs. Your legs tremble, eagerly awaiting what's to come next. He admires the sight of your chest rising and falling as you pant. Your clench around absolutely nothing as you're left just waiting for him to just do something. “So needy for me, darling. Look at you, so wet.” His poor baby just needs his cock, but he thinks his tongue will do just fine for the moment. As you’re about to start babbling pleas yet again, he’s diving straight in between your thighs. Your hand immediately goes to grasp and pull at his hair as you moan so pretty for him.

His warm tongue drags along your throbbing bud, just how he knows you like it. Now, this is the Nanami you know, unlike him just minutes ago, his actions are entirely calculated after years of learning your body even better than you know it. He just lives to fuck you not only well, but what he would describe as properly. He knows exactly what to do to make you come undone by just the movement of his tongue. Everything just feels so good, so amazing when he has you like this. You let out a cry of his name, as he continues. Your hips move with a mind of their own, your promise of staying still is long forgotten at this point. He takes notice of this, strong arms pinning your lower half down with ease. The soft sheets are bunched up in your hands as you struggle to ground yourself, He’s practically making out with your heat, all sloppily and it’s clear he’s enjoying himself as he is relentless.

He moans into your cunt, vibrations sending just that much closer to the edge. You’re so close, so close to cumming all over his face, exactly like he wants you to.

“M’so close Ken, gonna cum,” You whine and it just spurs him on more so than before. He’s devouring absolutely everything you can give him, letting out a moan as he brings you to your high.

You throw your head back with a lewd moan, backing arching off of the mattress as it finally hits you. It’s almost violent the way you throw your head back into the pillow, the pleasure was overwhelming. Nanami is all that occupies your thoughts as your orgasm takes over. Nanami’s savoring your sweet juices, unable to get enough of the way you taste on his tongue. You’re shameless in the way you moan out for him. He keeps going and going until you're finally pushing him away, unable to handle the overstimulation.

When he looks at you, he believes that there has never been a sight as beautiful as this one. You with sweat glistening on your forehead, hair all sprawled upon the pillow, still trembling from your orgasm. It’s what he personally would define as totally fucked out. He doesn’t even bother to wipe your cum off his chin before his lips land on yours. You’re kissing him back, lazily moving your tongue against his before he leaves you breathless as he sits up from you.

His cock aches painfully in his boxer briefs as he finally is pulling away to remove them and his sweats, the final few layers that are keeping you separated. Your mouth salivates at the sight of him, that gorgeous cock of his has you rubbing your thighs together at the thought of it being inside you. Precome just leaking from the red tip as it twitches just for you.

“I am just absolutely gonna fuck a baby into you. So perfect for me. You just can’t wait for that little cunt of yours to be filled to the brim,” he crawls back on top of you, running his tip through your folds as he gives it a few pumps. You let a high-pitched whine out, just wanting him to put it in and give you exactly what you want.

“Gimme your babies, wanna be such a good mommy for you. Just fill me up, please,” you whine, wanting him to just stuff his dick inside already. You can’t wait any longer now, the thought of him impregnating you was just too much.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll take care of it. There’s no way I won’t get you pregnant, gonna breed you until there’s doubt in my mind that you are,” Nanami reassures you, kissing your forehead with such affection as he lines himself up with your entrance.

God he’s missed being inside you. He swears it's like you were made just for him and him alone, perfectly molded to squeeze his dick just perfectly with your walls. He lets you adjust to his length before finally pushing all the way in, hips beginning to thrust into yours over and over again.

You’re chanting his name, saying it just to say it as you can’t find it in you to form any form of a coherent sentence. You spread your legs even wider for your husband, gasping as his pace fastens. His face is buried in your neck, nipping at the skin as he continues to fuck into you.

“Shit, (Y/N). I love you so much,” He groans out as he goes to look at your fucked out expression. Your eyes hazily stare into his as clench around him. It feels as if you’re trying to milk his dick dry with the way you squeeze him so nicely. It just drives him crazy to think about it, hell, you in general right now have him in a trance. No other goal in his mind but to breed his sweet, little wife. Every noise you make sounds like music to his ears as he brings a hand down to rub smooth, gentle circles on your clit.

You feel your body growing tense as your second orgasm of the night draws closer, and you know Nanami is too with the way his thrusts have begun to grow sloppy and desperate. It’s got you seeing stars with each and every time he slides in and out of your hole.

You hear choked moans leave Nanami as he's going faster chasing his high desperately. His hands grab your legs firmly, wrapping them around his waist letting him fuck you even deeper than before. The new angle causes something in you to snap right then and there, and the rapid clenching of your walls around his dick sends Nanami’s orgasm rushing through his body. Warm cum fills you up deep inside of you, pumping you absolutely full just as you had craved so much earlier.

After a few brief moments that consisted of the two of you attempting to calm down and recover, he brings a hand up to gently stroke your cheek with the utmost adoration and care.

“You’re really going to be such a great mom, sweetheart . I love you,” He kisses your nose, then both of your cheeks and smiles softly at you, “So much.”

#nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x reader smut #nanami x reader smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento smut #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami x reader smut #kento nanami smut #jjk x reader smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jjk x reader #em writes #i hope this was good! still getting comfy with writing smut!#[‼️]—hword hours

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sapphireplums · 2 years

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

description || eros mind controls the reader to fall in love with him and druig is more than pissed.

warnings || mild angst, eros being a dick, fluff?

pairing || druig x eternal!reader

word count || 1,083

a/n || this can be read as a part two for 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭., but can also be read alone. i actually really love this fic hehe. feedback is very much appreciated! third part will be coming very soon hehe.

WHEN EROS APPEARED at the Domo a few days ago, his eyes never left you, his presence always somehow being near you. Druig did not like this one bit, so when he noticed Eros' lustful eyes, your boyfriend never left your side.

Whenever Eros attempted to catch a glimpse of you, Druig wouldn't hesitate to stare him down. Sometimes when he feels like it, Druig would smash his lips on yours to tease Eros, just for the hell of it. You weren't complaining though, you would take any time of your day to kiss him and be by his side, but lately, Druig's possessiveness seemed to get out of hand.

So that was when you decided to talk to him. You pulled Druig into your room in the Domo, a smirk appearing on Druig's face, thinking intimate situations were about to happen, but when he saw your arms crossed, he started to question what was happening.

"What's wrong, love?"

"You seriously need to stop being a helicopter parent, Dru. I know you don't trust Eros, but you need to cut him some slack. I love having you by my side, but not when it's literally twenty-four-seven." Druig sat up from the bed walking in front of you, his cerulean eyes meeting yours.

"I'm not comfortable leaving you alone yet. Eros is up to something and I'm even more protective now knowing I can't read his mind." Eros was a strong celestial who was even able to deflect Druig's attempt to read his mind. This was one of the reasons why Druig was even more protective of you.

"Please, Druig, just leave me be for a bit and I'll prove to you that Eros is not harmful at all." Druig thought about it for a while, his head spinning deciding whether or not he should listen to you or his conscience.

And he decided to listen to you.

"Alright, fine. Only an hour and then I'm going to go check in on you." you smiled brightly, relieved at the fact that Druig put his trust in you. He gave you one passionate kiss on the lips before walking away, his footsteps receding.

The Domo was relatively quiet once Druig left your side. Seeing your favorite place in the Domo, the library, you continued to walk towards it with the small sounds of the heel of your boots clicking on the hard floor.

When you entered the library, you grabbed the book you were reading several hours ago and opened it up on the page you left off on. Silence filled the air for several minutes until you heard footsteps increasing towards the library.

"I thought we agreed on leaving me alone for an hour, honey," you said, not looking up from your book.

"Oh, did I earn the privilege to be called 'honey' by the beautiful Y/n?" Your eyes widened, recognizing that the voice was definitely not your boyfriend.

When you looked up, your eyes were met immedietly with Eros'. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed how close he was to you. Chuckling nervously, you closed your book so your full attention was now on the Eternal in front of you.

"Oh, Eros, sorry I thought you were Druig for a second." He flashed his charming smile, looking straight into your eyes.

"Don't worry about it, darling. It’s alright because you’re going to call me lover by the time I'm done talking," Eros said with a mischievous look plastered on his face.

Your eyes widened in fear and before you could get up from your chair and escape, Eros pinned your arms down with the armrest, so you were trapped by his embrace.

"You, Y/n, are going to fall madly in love with me, just like I fell for you." Eros' eyes flashed a light shade of magenta, and before you knew it, Eros was now the love of your life.

"I'm going to fall madly in love with you," you repeated in a monotone. Eros bit his lip lightly before leaning in, his lips meeting yours. Your mind was clouded with nothing else, just Eros.

The kiss became more heated when Eros picked you up, your legs cradling his waist as the two of you never broke the kiss. Eros put you on the conveniently placed sofa next to you and his body was hovering over you, his hands interlocking with yours.

Your hands were weaving through his maroon hair while his hands were going near your lower body. But suddenly, Eros was pulled off of your body abruptly, your eyes furrowing in confusion.

However, the yelling of another familiar voice filled your ears as you turned your head to see Druig aggressively holding Eros by his neck, pinning him onto the wall as he desperately gasped for air.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I told you to stay away from my girlfriend and you kiss her?!" To say Druig was pissed, was an understatement.

"Druig let him go!" You pleaded with him, his head turning to you with a mixture of anger and confusion laced in it.

"Why should I, he kissed you and I'm not going to let him get away with that."

"Druig, dammit, let go of my boyfriend for fuck sake." Druig let go of Eros, yes, but that was only because of the words he heard coming out of your mouth. Now, this is when Druig finally figured out something was definitely wrong.

"What did you just say?"

"I said let go of my boyfriend." You walked up to Eros and checked to see if he was okay, while Druig stood in his place, dumbfounded. it took several seconds for Druig to process what was happening, but when he remembered what Eros' powers were, anger filled him up once more.

"What did you do to my girlfriend, Eros?" Druig's voice was dangerously low as he walked towards the Eternal. A smirk was placed on Eros' face, making Druig want to kill him even more.

"What do you mean? Y/n is my girlfriend, not yours." With that, Eros grabbed your hand and walked away out of the library, leaving Druig with his emotions scattered all over the place.

Druig knew he should have never left you alone, that was his first mistake, but he was not about to make a second one, leaving you like this.

Druig was going to find a way to make you remember who your true lover was. Even if it meant getting violent.

#druig x reader #druig #druig eternals #barry keoghan #eternals #marvel #mcu #druig fic #barry keoghan fic #druig angst #druig fluff #eternals x reader #druig imagine #barry keoghan x reader

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wwinterwitch · 2 years

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hi! could i make a kate bishop x reader request where reader is dating kate but eleanor does not approve this relationship so she ask yelena to beat reader to scare her (plus if Yelena don't know that reader and kate are together) and kate then find out by yelena that her mother asked her to do it

thanks for your request!! hope you enjoy what I had in mind for this <3

TRAITOR - KATE BISHOP

summary: kate tracks down the responsible for your near-death experience, discovering things were much worse than she would've ever expected

pairing: kate bishop x gn!reader (reader barely appears on the fic tho)

word count: 1.6K

warnings: reader gets beat up (nothing graphic, just mentioned), angst, betrayal, not entirely canon

a reblog would be very much appreciated!

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Kate knew she was gonna be there. Her and Clint have sent a pretty clear message across. She's definitely going to be there, waiting for her.

Clint insisted many times Kate shouldn't do this by herself, as he has seen with his very own eyes what revenge can look like. What it can do to a person. How it changes someone. He didn't want her doing anything stupid that she can undo later. Kate, however, rejected his help as this felt like something she had to do alone. It's her issue to fix, not Clint's.

To his relief, the thought of Kate doing something reckless was very unlikely to happen. He doubts Yelena would even give Kate a chance to do something, just like he knows Yelena would probably not do anything to Kate either.

Things with Yelena were...difficult. She has tried to redeem herself just enough, but she's still a trained assassin. Even Natasha had it tough. She didn't necessarily cares to act according to what everyone thinks is good...as long as it feels good for her, it's good enough.

It's hard to change your views on the world when you've been seeing it in a certain way for all your life. And it's even harder to use your strengths to do good when you've been using them to fight all the wrong fights.

That's all Yelena has known. That, and the fact that she needed to start making some money and a name for herself in New York, motivated her to create some kind of hired-assassin business for anyone who need her services.

Again, it felt good for her so...it was good enough.

Clint and Kate tried to keep an eye out and watch what Yelena was doing. If she went too crazy with any jobs they'll interfere. It was mostly Clint the one who handled that type of situations, but Kate was sometimes there to help.

But now it's personal. It's just Kate going after Yelena.

As soon as Kate stood foot inside her old burnt down apartment, she knew Yelena would be waiting inside. The blonde was leaning against a wall near the door, checking something on her phone.

"You're late, Kate Bishop," was all she said, not even looking up from her phone.

At that very moment, Kate wanted to punch her right in the face, but knew of she even tried to Yelena would easily kick her to the ground.

Given the absolute silence, Yelena finally looked up from her phone. "What? What did I do now?"

Kate quickly shakes her head. "Don't do that. Please don't act like you don't know."

"Uh, you think I have time to play games with you?" Yelena asks, not understanding what was going on. "I literally have no idea why you wanted me to meet you here."

"You know, I'm really trying to keep myself from..."

Yelena immediately cut her off, a smile appearing on her face. "Kate Bishop! Please tell me you didn't make me come all the way here to threaten me. You do know who I am, right?"

"Yeah, you're a complete psychopath who only cares about herself! Who cares who the target is as long as the paycheck is good!"

Yelena looked even more confused at what was going on, the smile fading from her face. She swore at that moment she has never seen Kate this angry. Ever.

"We've had this conversation before," she replied. "Everyone I deal with deserve what comes to them. You're not really trying to protect bad people now, are you?"

"Bad people," Kate muttered. "You're so full of shit!"

"Wow!" Yelena says immediately after. "What is wrong with you today, Kate Bishop?"

"What's wrong is that you went after my partner! And they're not bad people!" Kate shouted at her, completely losing it at this point. "You cornered them last night and threatened to kill them if they didn't get away from me. I had to get a call from their mom telling me they were at the hospital after some random person beat them up! I knew by the description it had to be you."

"Hold on, hold on...partner?"

"Yeah, we've dated for a few months now," Kate replied. "So much for going after bad guys, huh? They've done nothing wrong! You think your cause it's so noble, fighting the crime in New York one criminal at a time...guess what, Yelena? You're no better! You just beat up an innocent person for some money," she added. "You think you outgrew the monster, but you're exactly the same."

Yelena was quiet for what felt like an eternity. She didn't know what to do at that point, realizing she screwed up bad. She blindly believed the words of the client and went after someone harmless. The once profitable business she thought she was creating for herself suddenly didn't sound as good as it once sounded.

"Kate, I...I'm really sorry."

"Yeah, sorry doesn't really fix anything," she snapped. "Not like your apology means anything to me, anyway."

She nodded. "That's fair. I do not deserve your forgiveness. I really messed up. I didn't know you were dating them," Yelena started, taking full responsibility for what she did. "If it helps in any way, I can find out who paid to beat them up."

Kate thought about it for a moment, not really wanting Yelena's help with this, but knowing this way it would be faster to find who was behind all of this. "Okay."

"I'll text you the info once I get it. And...again, I am really sorry about what I did."

Kate didn't say anything else, slamming the door shut behind her. Not like her and Yelena ever were friends, but this definitely destroyed every chance of ever having a good relationship with her.

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Kate just got back from visiting you at the hospital, relieved to see you were doing much better and all the treatment is working to heal all the wounds Yelena caused.

The sight of you laying on that hospital bed, barely able to open your left eye for all the bruising, struggling to sit up from all the pain the movement caused. Knowing you ended up there because someone wanted you away from her somehow made Kate feel like the only one to blame for all that happened.

Of course, you reassured her this wasn't her fault and that she shouldn't see her as the responsible for your condition. You reminded her all the positive things she brings to your life and how much she means to you. All Kate could do is hold your hand as she listened to you, crying, thinking to herself how much she loves you.

After visiting you, Kate got a call from Yelena. "Yes?" was the first thing she said when picking up.

"Hey, I, uh...I know I said I would text you the info of the client, but I think you need to hear this in person. Can we meet?"

"Why don't you just tell me now?"

"I mean it. You have to hear this in person."

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From the moment Kate got that call, she really didn't know what to expect. She had no idea what Yelena could've possibly found that make her want to tell Kate in person.

They decided to meet once again in Kate's old apartment, knowing that was probably the best place to talk without being disturbed or interrupted. When Kate arrived, Yelena of course was already inside waiting for her. She looked troubled, something Kate rarely ever sees coming from her.

"Sit down," Yelena said as soon as the front door of the apartment was closed.

Kate did as told, feeling somehow even more intrigued about the whole situation. She doubts Yelena is making this a big deal just to mess with her. She wouldn't go through all that trouble just because she's bored.

"So, I was able to track down who hired me for that job...I don't think you're going to like this," she started, sliding her computer over to Kate's side.

Kate started reading what was on screen. It was probably the list thing she would've expected. As she read further down the messages, there she found the proof of the money being transfered to Yelena from an encrypted account. At the very end of the page, she read the name: Eleanor Bishop.

Kate read the file one, two, three times, as if that could suddenly make what's written on it change. As if reading it for the fifth time would suddenly make her realize her mom's name wasn't really there.

She felt sick to her stomach. Her own mom paying someone to hurt you. She knows she never liked you that much, but she never thought her mom would go this far to push you away from her.

"That...it has to be a mistake."

Yelena noticed Kate struggling to hold back her tears, but she didn't comment on that detail, not really know how to begin comforting someone on a situation like this. Instead, she pretended like she didn't notice the tears Kate quickly whipped away from her face.

"I thought that too, but that's what I found," Yelena replied, leaning back on her chair. "Sorry if I'm getting all up in your business but why would your mother want me to beat your partner up?"

"She never liked them."

Yelena looked surprised to hear that. "Well that's no excuse to hire me to do that, is it?"

"Obviously not."

"Looks like you and your mother have a lot to talk about."

"Yeah...thanks for telling me this."

"I think it's the least I could've done so no need to thank me," she says. "I hope your partner gets better."

"And I hope this was enough reason for you to stop this ridiculous business you have. You could do actual good things, you know?"

Yelena shrugged. "I'm still not sure what's next. I'll take some time off and give it a thought."

Kate didn't say anything else, knowing that's probably the best answer she'll get. That, and the fact that she doesn't really have the time to stay here and try to make Yelena a better person. Not when she just found out this new information.

Right now, she had to talk to her mom about what she has done.

#kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop fic #marvel #mcu x reader #marvel mcu #hailee steinfeld #hawkeye #hawkeye series

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Things Have Changed

request: Can you plsss do a Peter x reader relationship where the reader is a family friend and Peter has always had a crush on her and idk ends up admitting it to her at night or something and things get very heated like smutty or whatever.

Did I decide to edit this a day early because I'm procrastinating my school work? Perhaps. But anyways, I hope you all like this fic!

warning: smut below the cut

I could feel the beginning of sweat start to drip down the side of my face as I squinted my eyes trying to see the others in the water. The sand was at the border of being too hot to stand on in bare feet, causing me to walk closer to the water where the cold ocean had cooled the ground. “C’mon (y/n)!” Lucy shouted over the sound of the waves crashing into the shore. “The water isn’t even that cold!”

This was a lie and we both knew it. The icy water brushed the tip of my toes as I held back a shudder. At least the water would help me cool off from the unforgiving sun. As I stood contemplating what to do, I felt a hand graze my back. I turned to see Peter walking by me, a grin on his face. “Too scared to run in, (y/n)?” he asked. That was enough to kick me into action as I started to follow him into the water.

“Of course not,” I replied, holding back the instinct to let out a gasp as the cold water wrapped itself around my stomach. Both of our parents stayed by the towels and umbrellas, leaving the ocean to their children as they drank and talked about whatever it is that adults talked about. The blue house that our families had rented stood tall and proud behind our parents, overlooking the beach and whatever sat beyond what reaches of the ocean we could see.

Peter and I came to a halt as we reached where Lucy and Edmund were. “Where’s Susan?” Ed asked as Peter dunked his head under the water.

“I believe she said she was taking a nap,” I replied as Peter’s head reappeared from the dark water. His blond hair was now pressed against his forehead and had become a few shades darker from the weight of the water.

“Watch out! Big wave!” Lucy just managed to shout out the words before my vision was painted white as the wave crashed down on us. I lost control of my body as I let the current drag me around like a rag doll until I felt myself crash into something solid. At first, I thought it was a rock before I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my chest.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” I heard Peter say as my head broke the surface. I gulped in a deep breath of air, the oxygen reaching my lungs as I wiped the salt water out of my burning eyes.

“Thanks,” I managed as the taste of salt water danced down my throat.

“I think some of the water went up my nose.” I heard Edmund say while Lucy was pushing her hair that had been plastered in front of her eyes out of her face. I turned my head to look at Peter whose arms were still around me. The sudden realization of the situation finally dawned on me and I felt my face warm at the close proximity. Suddenly his arms felt like iron chains around me and I couldn’t ignore the feeling of their weight on me. Peter seemed to have also become aware of the sensation of our bodies pressed against each other as he slowly removed his arms from me.

“Sorry,” he said softly, his face now also a light shade of pink.

“Yeah, no worries,” I said quickly. I was suddenly thankful for the large wave coming our way as I turned to face it, focusing my thoughts on not being drowned by the rushing water.

“I almost drowned!” Lucy exclaimed as we all sat around the dinner table. It had been my mom’s turn to cook dinner and so she had made us all steak. I started to cut into the meat as Lucy told Susan all about our adventures in the water. Peter and I had become a bit more quiet since the incident in the ocean. I felt myself stealing glances at him every now and then. Sometimes he had already been looking at me too.

“I’m so happy you guys decided to join us here in the states.” I heard my mom say to the Pevensies’ parents. “I feel like we haven’t seen each other since we moved to America.”

“I know, it seems the kids are having a lot of fun hanging out again,” Mrs. Pevensie replied. I turned back to the conversation but could feel the burning glances Peter occasionally threw at me throughout dinner. I was thankful when dinner was over, trying to wash the dishes as quickly as possible and avoiding being near Peter as much as the confines of the kitchen allowed. The parents had disappeared, most likely to the balcony that overlooked the water to drink some more and catch up on what they had missed in the past five years. As soon as the dishes were done, I excused myself blaming my exhaustion on the sun and went to my room.

I was surprised when I woke up to a dark room. I had expected myself to be unable to sleep and instead toss and turn until the rest of the lights went out in the house. I got up from my bed, checking my phone to see it was around three in the morning. My stomach growled as I turned on my lights. It seems that pushing the food around your plate does little to actually satisfy your hunger. I paused at my mirror before leaving. I brushed out my hair and checked to see that the pajamas I wore were acceptable to be seen by the public. I wasn’t sure if I would run into Peter, he was most likely still asleep, but I wanted to play it safe. I wasn’t sure why I was so concerned about my appearance around him. When we were younger, before my family moved to America, I could have cared less about what he thought of my appearance. But then again, we had been younger then. Five years younger to be exact. We had grown since then. His shoulders had broadened and he had become taller. My body had developed curves where it used to be straight and I had finally grown into myself. We weren’t how we were back in the UK. We were older and more mature.

I shook the thoughts from my mind and opened the door to my room. I walked as quietly as I could past my parents’ room and then past all of the Pevensies’ rooms before reaching the stairs that led to the living area that held the kitchen. I opened the fridge as my stomach automatically growled at the sight of all the food. The best part of being on vacation was the fact that the fridge was always filled with leftovers from dinner. I settled on some of the mac and cheese, spooning some into a bowl before putting it into the microwave. I stood patiently as the whir of the microwave filled the silence that had settled into the room.

“What are you doing up?” I jumped at the voice before turning to see Peter standing by the entrance of the kitchen.

“I was hungry,” I said while pointing my head to the microwave. He walked over to me and I was suddenly thankful I had spent the extra time on my appearance before leaving my room. He wore only a pair of grey sweatpants. I couldn’t help myself and let my eyes wander his exposed abs. He definitely did not have those five years ago.

“I missed seeing you,” he said, causing my eyes to jump from his abs to his ocean blue eyes which I could easily drown in if I weren’t careful.

“Me too,” I replied, my voice much softer than I expected it to be. I cleared my throat before speaking again. “I missed having someone I could annoy like an older brother.” Peter’s face scrunched as he shook his head.

“Please don’t call me an older brother. That’s weird.” I raised an eyebrow at this, my heart racing. All this time I had thought he saw me as another little sister. But if that wasn’t the case, what did he see me as?

“And why is that?” I questioned. Peter’s face seemed to have reddened. I wasn’t sure if it had already been red from the sun and I just hadn’t noticed or if he was blushing. Before he could answer the microwave went off causing me to jump. Peter opened the door, taking the bowl out as steam rose from the food.

He set the bowl down on the counter before turning back to me. His eyes seemed to be studying me. I subconsciously bit my bottom lip in anticipation. I watched as his eyes followed the movement. “You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you,” he finally said.

“And so have you.”

“The thoughts I have about you…” Peter started as he walked closer to me, stopping so that we were almost pressed against each other. “They are not thoughts a brother has about his sister.” He leaned down towards my ear, his hot breath brushing the bare skin behind my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. “That is why it’s weird for you to call me an older brother.” My face must have been the color of a lobster at this point, and I was no longer afflicted with hunger. Instead, lust coursed through my veins. He paused for a moment as if in thought before pressing his lips on the same skin his breath had just caressed. I let out a soft sigh allowing my hand to grasp onto his strong bicep. My other hand had crept around to his stomach, tracing the abs I had just moments before been admiring. He moved his lips, kissing down my neck as I moved my head back to give him more access.

His hands wrapped around my waist before he lifted me into the air. I let out a gasp in surprise before my ass met the cool counter. His eyes looked me up and down, filled with lust and desire. “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” he asked. His hands were by my hips as his thumb traced shapes on my thighs. I found myself blushing at his words. Many people had called me beautiful before but the way he spoke it was the same way people sing praises to the gods they worship. He stepped towards me and I opened my legs for him so that he was as close as physically possible.

He stopped for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. They seemed to be saying all the things that had been left unsaid since we had reunited. You’re different. I’m different. These emotions are different. I love you. I wrapped my legs around him, forcing him closer (something I had not thought possible). His hands moved so that they were on either side of me, resting on the counter. My own hands were on his shoulders. I moved one so that it caressed his face. My mac and cheese sat patiently on the counter next to us, expecting to be eaten soon. I had a feeling the bowl would be staying there until the morning. Peter brought his face closer to mine. He paused for a moment, his eyes moving from my lips to my eyes. I gave a slight nod. Then, he kissed me.

We kissed and suddenly I understood what the authors of the romance books I used to read were writing about. He was like a drug. With each touch I needed more. With each kiss I craved just one more moment of the taste of his lips. My hands traveled to his hair as we continued to kiss. His hands wandered my back, traveling beneath the fabric of my t-shirt. I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to stay like this for eternity. On the other hand, I wanted more. I wanted to connect us even more. I wanted him to fuck me.

I pulled back just long enough for my shirt to be discarded. Then I immediately reconnected our lips. I kissed him hungrily, as if those few seconds apart had left me famished. His hands slipped between us, holding my breasts. A small shudder went down my spine as his thumbs brushed my nipples. His hands continuously moved, as if they weren’t sure what to do with all the newly exposed skin. He squeezed my breasts before letting his hands travel down my stomach, gripping my waist harshly as we continued to kiss.

I could feel a growing wetness between my legs. The feeling of something hard being pushed against my inner thigh informed me Peter was just as turned on. He disconnected our lips, tasting my chin and then neck and then collar bone until he reached my tits. I attempted to catch my breath as his tongue flicked across my nipple. I let out a soft gasp as my back arched in pleasure. He started to suck on my tits, making sure to show great care and attention to both of them. His grip on my waist tightened and I was sure there would be a slight bruise in the morning. I couldn’t bring myself to care at the moment as that slight pain was the only thing keeping me grounded as pure pleasure pulsed throughout my body as Peter continued to kiss and suck and bite on the sensitive areas.

He stopped abruptly, standing upright and looking me directly in the eye. His erection that had been increasing in size and hardness was now protruding from his pants and pressing into the soft skin of my thigh. “When I was younger, I had always felt an attraction to you, (y/n),” he said. His voice was lower than usual and he seemed to be slightly out of breath as he spoke. “I never knew whether it was a friendly attraction or something stronger than that. But the moment I saw you for the first time in five years, I knew the feelings I felt for you...it wasn’t something most people feel. It was something so strong it took everything in me to not fall to my knees in defeat. In a happy defeat where I surrendered my heart to you.” I felt as if my heart was going to burst from my chest as I listened. “My body burns with desire for you (y/n). Please. Let me show you how you make me feel. Let me love you.”

I licked my lips, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth felt. I took a deep breath, hoping some of the fresh night air would clear my lust-clouded mind for a moment. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes a million times.” I could feel a large grin growing on my face and Peter was wearing a matching one. He grabbed my face in his hands before bringing us together for a kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen as his hands left my face and traveled down my bare top before playing with the band of my shorts. I inched towards the edge of the counter before sliding off, our lips parting for a moment as my feet hit the ground before immediately reuniting.

He roughly pulled down my shorts and panties in one motion, letting the clothes hit the ground. I followed suit, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers. We parted for a moment, the moonlight shining through the window that sat over the sink allowing enough light so that I could see the true length of him. I had only a few moments to admire him, the thickness of his cock was sure to stretch me out deliciously, before he turned me around. I bent over the counter, the cool stone pressing against my naked skin. His hands gripped my hips to hold me in place before he pushed into me.

I let out a loud moan, causing him to put a hand over my mouth. He stayed in place, leaning over so that his mouth was next to my ear. “We have to be quiet. Unless you want both our families to see what we’re doing.” I nodded in understandance as he stood up straight again. He started by moving slowly. He pulled out halfway before pushing in all the way to the base. I felt my pussy flutter around him. He continued this slow rhythm for a while, testing out the water while stretching me out to fit him completely.

Once I felt myself start to adjust he started to go faster. I could feel the edge of the counter dig into my stomach each time my body was thrusted forward. My breasts moved in rhythm with Peter, my weight being supported by my forearms which were propped on top of the counter. His fingers dug into my hips as he fucked me. The kitchen was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and our muffled moans as we did our best to stay quiet. The smell of sweat and sex hovered in the room. The moon acted as a spotlight for our indecent act. My vision was obstructed by my hair which was now a mess, strands of it sitting in front of my face.

“Peter, please,” I moaned quietly. I could feel myself getting closer, my legs now weaker than before as my arms were the only thing holding me up. Peter sensed this, using his hands that were on my hips to lift me up. I felt my mouth open, but no noise came out as my mind became overtaken with pleasure. I could hear Peter let out a groan as I felt myself collapse around him. I let my head fall forward as I attempted to recover from my orgasm. The pleasure started to become more bearable as Peter continued to fuck me. His thrusts were becoming more desperate. Just as I started to think he couldn’t be any rougher, he pulled out.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. The way he spoke brought butterflies to my stomach. He spoke much more forcefully than before, his voice laced with lust as he was too concerned with his own release to speak gently to me. I obeyed, opening my mouth for him unprompted. I started moving my head for him, wanting to make him feel just as good as he made me feel. His head fell back as his hip thrusted forward. I fought back the reflex to gag as his cock buried itself deep within my throat. His hand pushed on the back of my head, keeping me in place as I felt the beginning spurt of a warm and bitter liquid shooting down my throat. I swallowed all of it greedily, wanting to have as much of Peter as I could.

As the last drop of his cum slid down my throat, he slowly pulled away. I wiped away the small dribble of drool that had fallen down my chin. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, a smile on his face. His hand ran down the side of my head before caressing my face. I slowly got up, my legs still slightly weak. “Wow,” I said, slightly out of breath. Peter let out a soft chuckle before pulling me in for a kiss. We quietly got dressed. Peter grabbed my hand, leading me to his room. Our clothes didn’t stay on for too long as they quickly found their way to his bedroom floor. The night was filled with whispers of confessions of love, hands in hair, and lips pressed on naked skin. The next morning I would wake up, afraid that it had all been a dream before I turned to see Peter’s face on the pillow next to me. Then, a smile matching Peter’s sleepy one would form on my face.

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rafescoke · 3 years

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Hiii! I don’t know if you’re still taking requests but how about a rafe fic where he is super sweet and gentle and just soft with the reader in private but an asshole once their in public? Just angst and a lil but of fluff and rafe being rafe, if that’s not too much to ask!

Facade ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: “This whole thing you’re showing to people. . . that’s not you. Fuck you.”

Warnings: Angst, angst, and more angst. Not the ending everyone’s expecting (I think)

A/N: I’m extremely sorry if this isn’t my best work but thank you for 700+ followers wtf ily <3 finishing all requests in my inbox this week!

“Don’t leave me yet,” Rafe groans. He places his arms around her waist, snuggling close. Her scent of strawberry wafts into his nostrils, and he closes his eyes against her warmth.

“Work.” she mumbles, and tries to stand up again. But Rafe does not let go, still holding onto her skin as if on his last breath, and she lets out a chuckle at the adorable sight.

“I can pay you twice the amount you’re working for right now,” he says. He finally let go of her, and slumps into the vacant pillows that she had slept in a few hours ago.

“I know, and I won’t give you the satisfaction of doing so,” she smiles, and take the chance of freedom to walk towards the bathroom. She checks the naked boy on top of the bed from the mirror, her heart soaring.

His boy.

She kisses him on the cheeks when she’s finally done, swiping her thumb on his pink lips as he whimpers softly in his sleep. She kisses him again, this time on the lips, for good measures.

(Y/N) never really like the restaurant in the country club, because it’s full of impolite kooks and bratty tourists. But money is money, and she’ll never say no to a good sum of them.

She sighs, clearing another dirty table all while thinking of Rafe in his room. Her insides suddenly beam when his kisses slides through her memory, and she wishes the clock would turn faster.

She slides in the empty back room, pulling her phone out from her back pocket and tapping on the top name of her contact. Her fingers glide effortlessly, her mouth forming a smile.

miss you.

Three seconds later, her phone dings.

Rafe: Disgusting.

Rafe: Miss you more :)

She wants to go back to him as soon as possible.

The door behind her back open before she can stuff her phone back in, and she struggles to appear busy as the manager peek his head in.

“What are you doing here? It’s full house. You got a table.”

(Y/N) look up to him, trying to pretend like she wasn’t just skipping some time to text her boyfriend, and nods.

Okay, maybe not boyfriend. She’s not completely sure. They never really certify anything, but whatever’s going on between them is definitely something more than ‘friends’.

She sighs again, picking up a menu before heading towards the group of friends sitting at the long table by the golf course.

“Hey, welcome to—”

Oh my god.

“Hey, you’re (Y/N), right?”

(Y/N)’s attention snaps back to the blonde boy sitting next to Rafe, and she gulps before nodding slowly. “Um, yeah.”

“You work here?”

Is he stupid?

She refrains herself from rolling her eyes, “Yes.”

Rafe scans the menu, not looking at her, and she feel a tug at her heart. Why is he pretending not to know her? She’s not expecting a sudden hug or a kiss on the lips; she’s thinking of something like a goddamn smile.

“Might come down here often, then,” the boy laughs, and the others follow him. Except for Rafe. “What’s the best order here?”

“Pasta,” she mumbles. He’s still looking at the menu, clearly trying to ignore her piercing stare.

“Which one?” The blonde sighs, flipping through the menu. “You got bolognese, carbonara—”

“Aglio Olio,” she answers quickly. He can choke and starve for all she cares for ruining her day like this. Why would he need her opinion on this as if he has never tasted on every single dish on this menu?

“I’ll take that one,” he smiles, and peeks over her arms. “Did you write that down? Can I see it?”

What a fucking cunt.

“That’s it?” She asks, tilting her head to one side. She takes more orders from the other boys, but there’s only one left.

She looks up to him, and finally, he meets her eyes.

“What’s the best soup here?”

Really?

“All of them are good,” she answers, biting her tongue. She never told Rafe before about her workplace, and they had agreed on that, but she did not expect this kind of treatment once he finally found the answer.

“Is this how you treat the customers?”

What. The. Fuck.

(Y/N) bites her lips, and suppresses her groan while the other boys laugh. “We have the best mushroom soup.”

“I’ll go with the mushroom soup, please.”

(Y/N) scribbles down ‘mushfuckingroom soup for the asshole’ down, and gives out her fakest smile. “That’s it? I’ll come back shortly with your food.”

“One more thing—”

(Y/N) turns to them again, still holding onto that smile, “Yes?”

“Try to be nicer to the customers sometimes. That way, we’ll tip you bigger.”

She stalks off, not knowing that person under the same skin she caressed and kissed this morning.

. . .

Rafe bites his lips, sitting on the edge of the bed and pressing the call button for the 17th time tonight.

He sighs when the operator comes on, and throws his back against the mattress again.

Okay. Maybe he was mad at that time. She never told him where she works, and he assumed her workplace to be some kind of a hipster cafe with cats for decoration. He didn’t know she would be serving in the restaurant at the country club.

He texts her again, groaning.

Pick up the phone

Helloooooooooo

The typing notification pops up, and he waits excitedly for her reply. After a few minutes, the notification disappear. He grunts again, and goes straight to his contacts.

He presses the phone against his ear, waiting for her voice to say something; to listen to his pleas and to come back to his arms. He misses her so much, more than anything else in the world.

“Stop calling me,” she says.

He sits up straighter, feeling his blood rushing throughout his body. “Hey, how are you?”

“How’s the mushroom soup?” She mocks, and Rafe raises his brows.

He sees it clearly now.

“Are you mad about that day in the restaurant? I wasn’t even talking shit to you like Topper—”

“Really? The whole ‘bigger tips’ thing? Was that necessary?” She asks, her voice breaking.

Oh god. “It was a joke!”

“Yeah? Congra-tu-fucking-lations, Cameron, it’s a funny one,” she says, and Rafe can hear her slowly distancing voice.

He panics, “Don’t end on me. Look, I’m sorry. It’s just that you won’t tell me where you work, and it appeared as a shock to me.”

That’s the dumbest reason (Y/N) had ever heard. She feels like laughing and crying at the same time, because this is exactly the problem;

Guys like Rafe Cameron would never want to be with a girl like (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

“Suck my dick, asshole!” she yells, and slams the phone down.

Rafe pulls the phone away, his face contorting in anger, and his shoulders slump. He should’ve known better.

It’s just that. . . he’s afraid of what the others would think of him if they knew about him dating a pogue. Ward didn’t take it well when Sarah ran off with John B, and Rafe assumes he would be feeling the same way about (Y/N).

Why does life have to be so fucking complicated all the time?

Two days after, Rafe heard about a party in The Cut, but nothing from (Y/N). He know he’s fucked up big time, and he’s content to make it right with her again.

He doesn’t like stepping his foot onto The Cut, only going to the other side of the island to meet Barry for his medical issues, and sometimes to see how Sarah is doing.

But he’s driving down to the strange place again, so determined to see his girl one more time.

The party is in an abandoned warehouse, and from the outside, Rafe can see how loud and huge the party is. He sighs, thinking about the amount of time he would be wasting to find her whilst going through the throng of bodies.

But he wants to see her and touch her more than anything.

No one seems to notice him, Rafe Cameron, the Kook prince yet, and he’s hoping to keep it that way until he can pull (Y/N) out. Not one person back in Figure 8 could know about his presence in the party, what more the reason he’s there in the first place.

It’s easy to notice her. Black top, denim shorts, and (H/C) hair flowing from her shoulders. He stalks forward, extending his hand, but stops when he notices the boy beside her.

JJ fucking Maybank.

He balls his hands into a fist, and watches the way she laughs at a joke by JJ.

He takes his phone out, dialling her number, and stares as she grabs her phone out of her pocket. (Y/N) sighs, sliding the call button to the left, and keeps it in her shorts again.

Oh.

Meet me outside

Now.

(Y/N) pulls her phone out again, contorts her face at the texts, and finally look up. Her eyes scans the whole area, trying to find a particular brunette. . .

“What’s wrong?” JJ asks, touching her forearm.

“I’ll be right back,” she says, holding a finger up, and heads straight towards the exit.

Her shoes crunches against the gravel as she tries to look for Rafe’s jeep. She stands there alone, crossing her arms, and groans when she realises that he must’ve been tricking her.

Rafe slides his arms around her. “Hey, princess.”

She yelps, pushing him off and looking straight into his eyes. She relaxes when reality hits her, but stiffen again when reality hits her again.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” Her cold voice rings into his ears, but he misses her too much to care.

“C’mere,” he says, extending his hands. “Missed you.”

“Fuck off,” she announces and stalks away, only to be pulled by Rafe’s arms again. This time, she stays in his arms.

“Sorry,” he mumbles against the top of her head. “I’m sorry I was such a dick to you.”

She stays silent, trying to put up a wall between her and Rafe, but it’s near impossible. She misses him a bit too much too.

So she lets him pull her into his jeep, and whatever feud they have before dissipates into the air.

He kisses her on the lips once in the car, and when she pulls away, he groans.

“I’m not going to let you go with just a kiss after 2 weeks,” he says, inching closer to her. She gives him a sly smile, knowing exactly what he’s trying to tell her, and closes the gap.

He pulls away again after finding his hands under her top, and points to the back. She shakes her head, smiling.

“Come on, you missed me too much to say no.”

. . .

Maybe he should say something to his friends to stop them from harassing her.

But he’s glued to the spot, watching as Topper taunts her.

“You lied to me,” Topper pouts, “The Aglio Olio isn’t that good.”

She looks at Rafe, hoping, wanting, longing for him to say something. Anything.

He stays shut, scanning the menu.

“Sorry. Would you like to order anything else?” She sighs, spelling a big ‘fuck you’ on the top of her notepad.

“Do you come with the menu?”

She looks at Rafe again, waiting.

Say something. Please.

She smiles, “I do.”

Topper smiles and the other coos. (Y/N) watches as Rafe’s jaw tightens, and she goes back to her dirty work.

Two can play this game, Cameron.

“Give me your best food, babe,” Topper smiles, and shuts the menu. “Anyone else? Rafe? What do you want to eat?”

She waits. Say something about us, Rafe, please.

“Can we change for another server—” he says, and raises his hand up. “Hey, yo, you, yeah, you the manager?”

Logan gives (Y/N) a warning look before putting on a smile for Rafe, “Yes, sir, is there anything I can do?”

“Can you call someone else to take our order?”

This is way too far. He’s taking this way too far—

“Did our (Y/N) say something?” Logan asks, still smiling. She knows he’s seething inside, and she hates Rafe for putting her in this position.

“No. I just love for a better view.”

That feels like a hard smack across the face. Her throat starts burning, and she can feel her tears slowly appearing.

“That’s no problem, sir, I’ll get you another server—” Logan looks around, “Kate! Yes, c’mere.”

(Y/N) looks at Rafe again. His eyes meet hers, but there’s nothing behind his gaze.

Coward.

She reaches for the cold water on the table, her head’s so light she can literally faint, and splashes the brunette boy so quick that he stands up immediately.

“Asshole,” she states, and turns to Logan. “I fucking quit!”

. . .

Rafe Cameron is 100% an asshole.

She used to think of so many counterattacks to that statement, but there’s zero now.

She hates Rafe Cameron will all her heart, and wishes to never see him again.

He tried contacting her a few times over the week, to which she ignored heavily. She never thought he would stoop so low to preserve his title as the ‘Kook prince’.

To hell with that.

She would never treat him like that, and she’s just so clueless as to why he said all those mean words to her.

He kissed her on the lips, pulling her close. “My baby. So fucking perfect.”

(Y/N) grinded against him, hearing his soft whimpers, and laughed. She watched the clock ticking, and sighed.

“Forty minutes until I’m off to work.”

Rafe groaned, “Stop talking about work. Work with me.”

“As what, idiot?” She laughed, gazing at him lazily. “As a fuckbuddy?”

He sat up straighter, his face contorting in anger. “You are not my fuckbuddy, okay? Stop saying that. God, I will never do that you.”

She smiled, and leaned to kiss him against his chest. She trailed her lips up to his neck, and stopped right behind his ear. He shivered, biting his lips.

“And I’ll make you mind one day, (Y/N), I will,” he whispered.

Now that’s the biggest lie of the century. She gets it now;

The night dates in the most unknown places, like a fancy restaurant in a fucking town 2 islands away from Obx. Not wanting to hold hands or to be posted on her Instagram.

Why had she been so stupid?

“Fuck,” she groans, laying her back against the pillow.

Rafe Cameron is embarrassed to be seen with her. Something like that.

All the sweet things he would say to her in bed is nothing but a tactic to get into her pants. And she allowed him. God.

“You’re a stupid fuck, (Y/N),” she cries, and bites her lips. And she thought he would be the one—

Riiing! Riiing!

“Stop calling me!” She yells first thing when she picks up the phone, trying to stop her voice from cracking. Like always, she failed.

“Yo? You good?” JJ’s voice rang through the phone, a hint of worry in his voice. “I can call you another—”

“No! No, J, it’s fine, I thought you’re someone else,” she sighs. “What’s up?”

“Wanna come down to the beach with me tomorrow?”

“And do what?” She sighs. She doesn’t feel like swimming in the water, or watch JJ swim, or search for dolphins (JJ told her before that there’s dolphins in Obx), or anything, really.

She wants to sleep.

“Surfing,” he answers, like it’s a fact. “Come on, you got the whole summer to practice surfing. Let’s start with asking the hottest guy in Obx to coach you.”

(Y/N) slapped him in the face, giggling ferociously. He picked her up, twirling her around, and when she least expected it, he jumped into the water with her in his arms.

They resurfaced, still in a laughing fit.

“God, Rafe, you’re an asshole,” she laughed, pushing his chest.

“And the hottest guy in Obx.”

She bites her lips, thinking of the memory, and clears her throat. “Maybe not surfing, J, but I’ll come down anyways.”

“Okay to me,” he says, and (Y/N) can imagine a smile playing on his lips. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Night, J.”

She sighs, and shuts her phone off.

Whatever Rafe did to her disappears into thin air when she arrives at the beach and see JJ with two surfboards planted in the sand.

He grins at her when she comes close, “There you are. Thought you bailed on me.”

She rolls her eyes, “I don’t want to surf, J.”

“Since when?”

She groans, “Like. Right now.”

“Nah, come on.”

Maybe JJ’s right. She gives him a nudge every time he tries to hold her, but he’s patient. He waits until she’s more comfortable before helping her up on her board, and when she topples over from the small wave, he lets out the biggest laugh.

And she completely forgets about the fight with Rafe for the whole hour.

“God. You’re a dick.”

JJ smiles, stabilising her board again. “Try again. You can call me a dick once you will not fall over a small wave.”

And she tries again.

By the time the sun sets they were laying right next to each other, just admiring each other’s presence and not saying anything.

She likes it like this. No secrets.

“(Y/N)?”

She hums in response, leaning on her elbows for support.

“You deserve someone a lot more better than Rafe.”

“Don’t talk about him,” she sighs, and closes her eyes.

When (Y/N) told the pogues about Rafe the night after the incidence, they were all fuming with anger and hatred towards the brunette boy. But (Y/N) doesn’t have an ounce of hate in her for him, even after all the hurtful things he said to her.

What an idiot.

“I can’t watch you get hurt again,” JJ says. “I care about you.”

She looks him properly now, watching as the golden light illuminates his handsome face. “I know, J.”

They lay in silence again, staring at the blue landscape of nothingness.

“There’s someone out there who will treat you better.”

She looks at him again. No. No.

“Yeah?” She laughs, trying to give him the idea to stop right now and not make it any complicated for her. She loves him, more than anything in the world, but not in the way she feels for Rafe.

He’s her Laurie to Jo March. Nothing more but a best friend.

He scoots closer, feeling her warmth. “Yeah. Look around, (Y/N).”

She inches away, “J, I’m not looking for anyone. You know that.”

“Except for Rafe,” he mumbles. “Is that right?”

“He’s different.”

“Why, (Y/N)? He treats you like shit, is embarrassed to be seen with you—”

“Okay, J, fuck! I get it, okay? But I’m not looking for anyone. I’m just not. Leave me alone!” She groans, throwing her arms into the air exasperatedly. She doesn’t need another boy in her life right now.

JJ’s right. Except for Rafe.

“I’m leaving,” she says, grabbing her tote bag and stuffing all her belongings. “This is a mistake.”

“(Y/N), wait—” he tries to hold her, but she flinches away. He crosses his arms, “Let me drive you home at least.”

“I can walk.”

“It’s getting darker. Come on, don’t make this any harder for me.”

“A drive back home, and that’s it, J,” she warns, and sets for the black bike a distance away.

The ride towards her small home takes a few minutes on the bike, and all the time she’s sitting behind JJ with her arms placed on his shoulders for balance, they didn’t exchange any words. There’s an obvious awkward dome between the two of them.

“I’m sorry, J,” she sighs, stepping away from the bike and handing him the helmet. “I didn’t mean to lash out on you.”

He smiles grimly, not saying anything.

The engine roars back to life, and he looks at her again; standing with her hair slowly drying and her shirt still sticking to her body. He looks away.

“J?” She calls, placing her hands over his. He raises his brows at her, waiting.

She places a soft kiss against his lips, so subtle yet meaningful to him, and pulls away after a few seconds. She rubs his cheeks slowly, and gives him another kiss on the cheeks.

“Sorry, J,” she whispers.

JJ smiles softly, and runs his thumb over her cheeks.

Maybe in another lifetime.

“(Y/N)?”

Their heads turn towards the voice behind her figure, and (Y/N) swears her heart stops.

Rafe looks at her and back to JJ, his mind connecting the puzzle, and he nods.

“Wait, Rafe!”

JJ tugs on her wrist, his eyes begging. “Leave with me. Come on.”

She looks at JJ, and then back to Rafe, and she hopes for some kind of a way to get out of this. She groans, and pulls her hands away. “Go, J. I don’t need you.”

And that’s enough to hurt the blonde boy.

“Rafe!” She yells after the boy walking to his jeep, but he continues to walk, ignoring her.

She lurches forward and grab his shoulders, turning him to face her. She looks into his eyes, looking for any sign of love for her.

“Rafe, it’s not what you think.”

“Yeah? Were you trying to give him a CPR or something?”

She holds him in her hands again, “No, Rafe, I swear. I was just. . .”

But there’s no proper way to explain why she had kissed JJ. Was it because she feel bad? But why would she kissed him?

“Yeah,” he nods, prying his hands away.

A sudden wave of anger courses through her, because the boy who had hurt her did not just make this look like it’s her entire fault. She pushes him on the chest, and his back hit the car door.

“What the fuck?” He yells, glaring at her.

“So what? You’re making me look like the fucking bad guy now? After all the shit you said to me in the restaurant?

He laughs dryly, “Of course you would point this back at me. Hey, hey, look—” he cups her face, “At least I didn’t kiss anyone.”

She pushes him away, “It doesn’t mean anything! And you’re not my fucking boyfriend.”

He licks his lips, “Yeah. So let me go.”

She pulls him to her again, “Don’t fucking run away from me like this! You didn’t even apologise!”

“Because you won’t pick up my calls!” He yells back, throwing his arms into the air. “You want to fuck JJ fucking Maybank? Then go.”

“Maybe I do want to fuck JJ, Rafe, because at least he’s real. This whole thing you’re showing to people. . . that’s not you. Fuck you.”

“Yeah?” He taunts, staring at her left hand placed directly on his chest. “Then fuck him. You don’t need me.”

“I don’t.”

“Yeah,” he laughs, watching as her chest heave. “I can go to Kie too, you know, to make this even.”

“Yeah? Would you embarrass her in front of your friends too?”

He shrugs, “No.”

She grits her teeth, knowing that he’s just trying to get under her skin.

“I hate you.”

He turns her over, so she’s facing him, and inches closer to her ears. “You don’t.”

“I do.”

He laughs again, pressing himself against her, and Rafe blames the heat of North Carolina in mid July for the sudden tingling in his stomach.

“I hate that stupid smirk on your face right now, and I’ll do anything to wipe them off.”

He presses a soft kiss against her cheeks, feeling her brush against him, and let out a soft whimper. “Okay.”

After 2 weeks of not seeing her, all he wanted was to talk to her at her house, after all the calls that she didn’t pick up. But when he waited for her to come back from God knows where and saw him getting off JJ’s bike, he lets the cold side of him take over.

He lets her go, sighing. “I’ll just go. This is a waste of time. You’re clearly not thinking about me.”

(Y/N) bites her lips, because a part of her wants him to stay, and they can kiss each other again, but another part of her wants him to go and leave her alone.

“Go.”

He hesitates, and nods. The jeep speeds away, leaving (Y/N) alone in her front step, thinking about what she had just done.

She hurt JJ, who wanted nothing but the best of her, and she just lost Rafe. She’s as good as alone in this world, and she’s not sure what to do anymore. She wishes she never let her temper got ahold of her, but it’s too late.

She just wants to sleep it off right now.

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majestyeverlasting · 3 years

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Hi! Can you write prompts 17 & 49 with Bucky x reader, please? Any Bucky you want!

♡ Hello! Thank you so much for sending this request in! I decided to go with dad Bucky since I haven't written for him in a little bit. Which means you guys get to see Jamie (8) and Eden (7), who are in my other dad Bucky stories. This fic in particular happens to be pretty classic in the sense that it follows a relaxed morning. But of course I had to add my own special touches. It's very intimate and cute, and the Barnes family ends up making breakfast together. By the end, Bucky and the reader share a soft moment in which they realize how fortunate they are. Enjoy!

♡ Prompt 17: “Oh, so you are ticklish.”

♡ Prompt 49: “I’ve never noticed these freckles on your back.”

Mornings Like These

Saturday morning brought the sweet sound of laughter to your bedroom, genuine and carefree. It was distant at first, flowing from wherever the children were. There was hardly any light streaming into the room, which meant the sky outside was likely a dusty blue with hints of pink as the sun continued to rise. Surely others were still wrapped in the embrace of sleep.

With a soft sigh, you moved closer to Bucky and nuzzled into the warmth of his chest. A hum rose from his throat when your lips puckered to his skin in a featherlight kiss.

But it wasn't long before the most gentle series of knocks sounded from the other side of the door. Almost rhythmic. Whispers and giggles emerged shortly after. Bucky’s chest shook with a chuckle as a smile budded across your face.

“They’re such early birds,” you murmured, kissing his skin a couple more times, lazily. “Maybe they’ll go away if we don’t say anything,” you joked lightheartedly.

His voice was deeper from sleep when he drawled, “Knowing them, they’d come in regardless.” You laughed into him at those words, and more knocks arose.

“Come in!” You eventually called out.

As soon as Jamie and Eden peeked into the room, neither you nor Bucky could deny that it felt good to see their faces—despite how early it was. They wore toothy, loving smiles as they walked to the foot of the bed, still clad in their adorable pajamas. Neither crawled up to join you two, but they placed their hands on the mattress as if they were considering.

“Morning,” Bucky greeted through a stifled yawn.

“G’morning,” they said in unison.

“How’d you guys sleep?” You asked.

“Good,” Jamie chirped.

“Yeah, good,” Eden seconded. “We have an idea.” She then looked to her brother for him to continue.

“We were thinking that today would be a good day for all of us to make breakfast together. We haven’t done it in a while, and I think it’d be really fun.” There was a hopeful sparkle in his eyes. “So maybe that’s something we can do when everyone’s more awake.” He ran a hand through his hair. It was getting longer.

His words rang true—it had been a while. “You know what, I like that idea,” you said.

Bucky smiled. “Me too.”

That’s when they finally climbed up into the bed, uttering exclamations of excitement. They wriggled their small bodies between you and Bucky, and all you could do was allow your heart to feel full. The room seemed all the brighter with them in it, you realized. And the sweet laughter that once danced somewhere off in hallways had found its way to you.

That same energy is what later brought the kitchen to life as the four of you moved throughout it to bring breakfast into fruition.

The scent of turkey bacon lingered in the air as cooked in the oven. It mingled with the scent of the eggs you stood scrambling at the stovetop. Bucky was at the counter cutting different fruits. Jamie and Eden were in charge of toasting the waffles. As they waited for them to pop, they switched between standing at you and Bucky’s sides.

A smile came to your face when Jamie wrapped an arm around your waist and released a content sigh. “You wanna stir them around a bit?” You offered, running a hand through his hair. “They’re almost done.” It was endearing how gladly took the small spatula from you. It was as if he was proud to.

Every day, he was slipping further away from the little boy you used to coddle in your arms. He was helpful, reserved, and kind—so much of what you saw in Bucky in many regards. And Eden was blossoming into her own personality as well, always managing to shift whatever room she entered.

She happened to be over near Bucky, ushering pieces of the strawberries he was cutting into her mouth. With a fond shake of his head, he let her. However, the dramatic way she hummed in approval of the taste made him roll his eyes.

Then she wandered around to stand behind him, ever curious and in pursuit of something new. “Daddy, I’ve never noticed these freckles on your back,” she said, reaching up to poke where they were on his shoulder blade. Bucky made a sound of acknowledgment but remained focussed on cutting.

It became evident that she was trying to get a reaction out of him when she giggled and kept poking him. That’s when he shot a quick look back at her. She quickly folded her hands to make it appear as though she hadn’t been doing anything.

Nevertheless, Bucky tapped her nose. “Quit it,” he said. She continued as soon as his back faced her again. The whole exchange made you smile.

He turned around and pointed a finger at her. “Don’t make the tickle monster get you, sunshine.”

“Too bad I’m not ticklish anymore,” she claimed as confidently she could manage. It was a harmless lie tinged with amusement. As he looked down into her eyes, he was reminded of yours.

“Is that right?” Bucky swiftly scooped her up with his vibranium arm, and all it took was a couple of pinches to her sides to have her squirming and trying to push his hand away.

“Okay!” She squealed. “That tickles, that tickles!”

“Oh, so you are ticklish?” He relented and pressed a kiss to her temple as residual giggles left her. “Who would’ve thought?” She gave him a playful pout when he set her back down, but it didn’t last for long.

Because soon enough, it was time for everything and one to be gathered at the kitchen table. There was sunlight coating the room and the food smelled divine. For a moment, the chatter that once existed subsided as everyone took the first few bites. Upon glancing around, you were struck with a rush of joy. You could feel it kindling within your chest. Bucky caught your gaze from across the table and winked.

You weren’t sure how yet, but you were going to make sure that more mornings like that came to be.

“We should do this more often,” Jamie said as if reading your mind.

“We will,” Bucky promised.

You nodded. “We most definitely will.”

With that, the four of you continued eating and talking, and it seemed as though it’d go on forever. But it didn’t. Plates were cleaned, final stories were told, and last-minute jokes were uttered. And you felt full not because of the food, but because of how happy each of them made you.

When you found yourself washing dishes at the sink, the entirety of the morning was on repeat in your mind.

Bucky came up behind you and kissed your neck in a way that made you want to melt. The scratch of his beard sent shivers swirling down your spine. You could feel him smile against your skin as his arms secured around his waist. The kids’ voices carried from where they’d retreated to in the playroom. Neither of you said anything to each other, he simply held you as you moved to clean the last of the dishes.

Bucky was the first to speak, voice filled with honest consideration, “Sometimes I think I have a grasp on how fortunate I am. But then mornings like these come along and I’m convinced I don’t even know the half of it.” He let his chin rest on your shoulder.

“You and me both,” you breathed.

Thanks for reading! More fluffy Bucky stuff here.

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nach0 · 2 years

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My @encantogiftexchange fic for @pepa-brainrot!

Prompts used: Hurt/ comfort, Pepa/ Reader, (very light) Angst with a happy ending

Hope you enjoy!

SUMMARY:

You and Pepa are childhood friends. One day she makes a massive thunderstorm, and you go to investigate.

“Don’t wander near the western fields,” they warned you one afternoon. “Pepa’s been thundering since this morning.”

You didn’t listen of course, she was your friend and if something had upset her this much it must have been bad. So as soon as you could you slipped away, venturing out of town and into the fields where sure enough there was a massive storm.

A quiet sniffle drew your attention to where Pepa was sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest, head buried in them.

“Pepa?” you called gently, walking over and sitting next to her. “What’s wrong?”

“Y/N, go away. You’re going to get wet.”

You wisely did not point out that you were already soaked and covered in mud, instead leaning over and resting your head on her shoulder. You ignored the way your heart started beating wildly, focusing on comforting her instead.

“Well, it’s a good thing I love the rain then. Now come on, tell me what happened. Please, I just want to help.”

There were a few beats of silence, and you almost opened your mouth to try again, but eventually she opened up.

“Some of the others in town were making fun of my gift, they said it just did more harm than good. And I know it’s what everyone thinks, even Mama. She never says anything, but I can tell.”

She sounded so sad and resigned that your heart broke for her, and you wrapped her in a tight hug not a moment later.

“I don’t think that,” you said emphatically. “Who made fun of you? I’ll go hunt them down and make them apologise.”

Pepa let out a startled laugh and you grinned before pulling away and getting up, offering her a hand.

“I know we don’t have music, but dancing in the rain is always fun. Want to give it a go?”

And the pair of you danced rhythmlessly, spinning each other around and falling over into the mud more than once, long past when the clouds had cleared and the sun had returned. It was just the two of you lost in your own world and each other.

Eventually though, you heard your name being called.

“I’m sorry Pepa, but I have to go. We should do this again sometime, it was fun!”

And with a sudden burst of courage you darted forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek before running away, face red the entire time.

You didn’t see her reach up to touch the spot in shock, nor the rainbow that appeared in the sky over her head, too focused on replaying the afternoon again and again in your head.

True to your word, those bullies never bothered her again. They were too busy dealing with their many scrapes and bruises that they had to live with while Julieta was mysteriously out of arepas.

(You high fived her as you watched them walk around injured and running into what were definitely not carefully placed traps. They noticed you watching and you winked, smirking as they ran away. They wouldn’t be bugging Pepa ever again if they knew what was good for them.)

#Encanto #pepa madrigal #pepa x reader #I’ve never written an x reader before so yeah hope it’s good #encanto gift exchange #NOT ME FORGETTING TO TAKE THIS OUT OF DRAFTS LOL

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myherowritings · 3 years

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anywhere the wind blows

SUMMARY. After hunting a bounty near Wangshu Inn, you sensed the faint scent of qingxin blowing in the familiar wind. It seemed like it was leading you somewhere.

PAIRING. xiao x reader

WORD COUNT. 2.2k

GENRE. fluff, pre 1.3 release

A/N. my first genshin fic of my fav character xiao !! i’m definitely still getting used to writing for this world and for him but i hope this isn’t too bad 🥺 i’m so excited for xiao’s story and banner and can’t wait to learn more about him! if 1.3 comes and totally undermines the small guesses abt the lore i added into this fic then…we pretend we do not see u.u ANYWAY PLS ENJOY xx sof

“A rock shieldwall Mitachurl with a resistance to cryo,” you murmured to yourself with a satisfied smile, picking up the ominous mask and heavy horn that it dropped from the fight. “No more terrorizing Wangshu for you.”

You had just accepted a bounty handed out to you in Liyue and arranged for the proper party to come pick it up. The rewards were promptly transferred to your tab and you bade the team who came to collect the Mitachurl a swift goodbye.

It wasn’t normally on your daily agenda to hunt bounty for money—though the mora was quite appealing, you couldn’t lie—but when the beasts were too close to civilization and scared both residents and passerbyers in Liyue alike, you felt a greater need to step in. And now, after a job well done with some mora in your pockets, you realized just how tired and hungry that search made you.

Looking up, you saw the peak of the inn from a distance and followed the silk flower-covered path there. It wasn’t often you frequented Wangshu Inn, but you have visited enough to know their Jueyun Chili Chicken and Almond Tofu were pretty solid reasons to drop by again.

Your appearance was rather disheveled from your fight with the Mitachurl but you weren’t too messy-looking—certainly decent enough to interact with other humans you hoped. Smoothing down your clothes and practicing a smile, you headed over to the outdoor dining area and were greeted by a waitress who led you to an empty table as she asked for your order. The exchange was pleasant enough and you were soon left to your own devices once your food swiftly arrived.

It was dark out in Wangshu. The bounty hunt took most of your late afternoon and by now the sun had fully set. The dining area was quiet and empty with only the moon watching over you.

You hummed, taking in a mouthful of the sweet Almond Tofu. The night was nice and peaceful and quiet, just like most of your evenings.

A familiar breeze blew against your face, chilling yet warm. Captivating. There was a faint smell of qingxin, like the flowers you grew fond of during your explorations around Liyue’s stone forests.

The wind was different from what you experienced in Mondstadt. That air was light and playful. Free.

The wind you felt just now, on the other hand, seemed to convey something more wistful. Almost yearning.

And it wasn’t your first encounter with this qingxin-filled breeze either. When you helped comfort Little Luo back in Qingce Village and fended off the pesky Hilichurls on her trail, this wind blew around you and cooled the heat from your cheeks. Around Bubu Pharmacy when you spent time with Qiqi, a zombie you happened to stumble upon one day, you felt the same curious breeze.

Part of you felt like you were being watched over. But not in a bad way. It made you feel safe and protected, yet empowered enough to continue your bold expeditions and help the people of Liyue when you were needed.

The wind stuck around as you finished your meal, the aroma of Almond Tofu wafting through the air from the wandering breeze, almost as if it was seeking a taste. Once your plates were cleared and your drink emptied, you headed inside the inn and hoped they had a spare room on such a short notice and—to your surprise—for once they actually did.

On the way up the stairs, you passed by an open balcony near the top of the inn where you caught a glimpse of a lean figure with dark hair looking up at the night sky. You normally would have walked away from the balcony and left the man to his own devices, promptly going to your rented room to get some much needed rest, but the familiar scent of qingxin flowers dancing in the wind made you freeze mid-step.

Wangshu Inn wasn’t too far from mountain tops where qingxin grew… It could have been a mere coincidence.

But in Liyue, you knew that believing such things could be a coincidence would simply be fooling yourself.

The person on the balcony gave no indication that he felt your gaze, but you knew intuitively that he had already sensed your presence despite not having moved a single inch. His stance was so steady you might have thought he was a statue if not for his teal-tinged hair blowing in the wind.

Could he have been the cause of the qingxin breeze that recently started following you around?

“Hi,” you said gently to more formally announce your presence. On the off-chance he didn’t realize anyone was there, you definitely didn’t want to startle him. But judging by the unsurprised expression on his face as he slowly looked over his shoulder, you sincerely doubted he was one to startle easily. “May I stand here?”

His eyes were scrutinizing but not unkind as they looked you up and down. You took your time examining him as well— From the top of his silky-looking hair to the blue tattoos wrapping around his arms and to the mysterious horned mask hanging from his hip.

“I suppose you may,” he finally replied with a single nod, his voice neither welcoming nor rude.

You stood a few feet away from him, leaning against the wooden balustrades as you let the cool air hit your face. The night was quiet and calm, dimly lit by the moon peeking through the foggy sky. Sighing, your eyes fluttered shut in contentment as you felt the wind soothe the aches from the bounty hunt in your muscles.

You wouldn’t normally let your guard down like this in front of someone you just met, but for some reason you weren’t the least bit on edge. He didn’t seem like a stranger. And you had a feeling that maybe he wasn’t.

“Have we met before?” you found yourself wondering aloud. The mask on his hip looked familiar, though you couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, like you’ve seen it in a book you’ve read. And the air around him certainly felt familiar, though it seemed strange to describe why.

He didn’t respond.

Huffing, you tried a different approach. A more direct one. “Have you been following me?”

His brow raised but he uttered no words.

Was that approach too direct?

After a moment of silence, he said, “Were you not the one who followed me out onto the balcony? If I remember correctly, I was here first.”

“But were you not the one who drew me here with your qingxin-scented breeze?” you shot back, tone more curious than biting.

To your surprise, he said nothing to deny it. “Attentive, I see.”

“I’m not sure it’s quite that I’m attentive rather than you wanting me to know.” You hid a smile. He wouldn’t have made it so obvious otherwise, you were certain of it. For someone who held more power in his little finger than you could possibly fathom, you knew that him alerting you of his existence couldn’t be a mere accident.

“You’re right.” He shrugged. “But it’s not so much that I wanted to call you here than I didn’t mind if you happened to stumble by.”

You ran the palms of your hands over the railings, craning your neck to the side to face him. He was a puzzling creature, giving off the aura of something greater and more powerful than a human. The ominous mask dangling around his hip seemed to serve as a word of caution to indicate a menacing side he hadn’t shown you, but his calm stance and the small tilt of his head made him seem curious—almost inviting.

It was intriguing, to say the least.

“And why did you want me to, as you say, stumble by?” you said. “Not that I mind.”

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly, shaking his head and looking confused himself. “Intuition? I noticed you fighting, helping the people of Liyue. You’re doing a...good job.”

You shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck as you shied away from his praise. “So you summoned me here to thank me?”

“I don’t know,” he said again, his impassive tone sounding almost frustrated.

At the small frown playing on his lips, you couldn’t help but let a noise of laughter escape you. He gazed at you in question. This whole situation seemed strange and peculiar, straight out of a dream you’d have at random only to forget the next morning. He seemed strange and peculiar, like a figure out of a story book lost in the ruins of Liyue.

And yet you found yourself enjoying this odd encounter.

“Well, Mr. Stranger, since you seem uncertain of so many things still, are you going to continue to have your wind follow me around Liyue until you figure whatever it is out?” you questioned teasingly, not at all minding that prospect.

He glared, looking slightly embarrassed. “It’s not that I was following you. I only sensed someone in need but happened to see you rushing along the way and decided to let you handle it. The less involvement in the affairs of mortals, the better.”

So he wasn’t a mortal himself, you thought, his words confirming your previous suspicions. Still…

“Is that so?” You quirked a brow. “And what is this if not for involvement in the affairs of a mortal?”

He folded his arms and didn’t say a word.

“Let me guess— You don’t know?”

“Hmph.”

You smiled. “Well, I guess it’s okay you don’t know. It’s okay not to know sometimes, you know?”

He blinked. “You aren’t making sense.”

“And you are?” you retaliated. “I still don’t know who you are or anything about you yet. But… I know you smell like qingxin flowers and feel like a cooling breeze. And I know that I rather enjoy it.”

The mysterious entity looked out into the mountain scenery, gloved hand resting on the dark balustrade. He seemed both lost in thought and completely aware of his physical surroundings at the same time. Suddenly, he spoke up.

“Xiao.”

Your gaze met his as he nodded once. “Xiao?”

“My name. Now you know who I am.”

You laughed, startled by how blunt he was. “I guess you’re right. Nice to meet you Xiao.”

“Hm.” Xiao waited one moment before he asked, “Do you plan to keep exploring Liyue?”

At his question, you briefly considered your options for the near future. You liked Liyue and there was so much you had left to see. Was it like home to you? No— Not yet anyway, though it could be if the situation was right. But that didn’t mean you wanted to leave just yet.

Not when you may have found a reason you would want to stay.

“For the time being, yes.”

He nodded in satisfaction. “That’s good. You being there to help the people of Liyue means less involvement with mortal affairs for me.”

Though his tone was haughty, he didn’t seem like he actually minded what he considered mortal affairs. If he did, why would he be so alert when he sensed people in need?

“And, if you ever need assistance during your ventures, I’ll be there.”

Xiao’s words comforted you as you looked at him, his hair blowing in the wind. Maybe one day you could reach out and touch it. But not today.

You sensed this meeting was about to end. The breeze picked up and you could feel him getting ready to leave. Whether he was going to leave to go to bed or leave the mortal world, you weren’t sure. But you would rather treasure this encounter than dwell on an inevitable—and hopefully temporary—farewell.

“Thank you, Xiao. And if you ever need assistance with...whatever it is you do, I’ll be there too!” you said confidently. “As I’m sure you’ve seen, I’m pretty handy at weilding a sword myself.” You doubted he would ever need much help in the physical or martial department. “Or, I could simply lend an ear as well.”

It happened so fast, you weren’t sure if it was actually there, or if your eyes were playing tricks on you— Xiao smiled. At least, you thought he did. But in the mere blink of an eye, it was gone.

Still, you don’t think you would ever forget that peaceful image no matter how hard you tried. Not that you wanted to.

Sensing the night coming to an end, you asked, “When will I be able to see you like this again?”

He paused. “In this human form, you mean?”

You nodded, though you figured the answer would be those three familiar words he had said many times tonight.

“I don’t know.”

A wry smile played on your lips. Knew it.

“The mortal realm is not where I naturally belong,” explained Xiao, amber eyes glowing brighter than the moon in the sky. “But I will meet you again in this state soon.”

The scent of qingxin grew stronger as the wind picked up. His skin grew paler, almost translucent as he met your gaze one last time for the night.

“Even if it takes time, at least the wind will tell me when you’re near.” You smiled, raising your hand in a wave. “Goodnight, Xiao.”

“Sleep well, traveller.”

And in your dreams that night, with qingxin in the air, you felt contentment and serenity in ways you never had before. You would see the entrancing being who called himself Xiao again. Soon. But you had the wind to keep you company while in wait.

#genshin impact #xiao x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao fanfiction #genshin fanfiction #genshin imagines #xiao imagines #genshin #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin xiao

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scorpiobitch95 · 3 years

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Summary: You try convince Walter to love your favorite snack throughout your years together. The best dates are shared over cereal, after all.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: sugary sweet fluff, implied smut — nothing graphic, snarkiness, grumpy Walter to fluffy Walter, cursing, cuteness overload.

Author's Note: I let myself get carried away with this one. I needed grumpy but sweet Walter in my life. I hope you enjoy!

Edited by myself, sorry not sorry for the errors.

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It started when you and Walter were early dating.

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“Mmmm, pause. I need a snack.” Uncurling yourself from Walter’s warm body on the couch, you made your way to the kitchen to find something to cure your hunger. You called behind you, “Want anything, Marsh?”

“Whatever you’re having... I’ll have the same.”

“Cereal it is!” You pulled the ceramic bowls from the cabinet and opened the fridge to grab the milk. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Walter’s face scrunch in confusion. “What?”

“Cereal? Absolutely not,” Walter scoffed. “Would you grab me those spicy crisps?”

“Spicy chips, coming right up.” Vernacular was the subject of an ongoing heated debate with the Brit: the great ‘Names for Snacks Debate’ was especially hostile.

Once settled back under the blanket and snuggled into his side once more, you unpaused the movie. The energy in the room shifted, you could sense that you were being watched, but you refused to look up to look at Walter’s face. The judgment coming from the bear of a man who crunched his chips beside you was glaring.

"Stop it," you told him as you kept your eyes on the movie.

Walter didn’t say a word. His eyes traveled back to the TV but kept finding their way back to you.

“Walt, what is it? Is there something on my face?” You giggled at him lightly, unsure of what was bothering him.

“You really chose that for a snack?” His face was bewildered as if you were eating a bowl of Jeep parts.

“What? Don’t tell me you don’t eat cereal as a snack.” He shook his head curtly, wearing a look of disgust. Your eyebrows crinkled together as you followed by asking, “Not even as a quick dinner?”

“Cereal is meant for one time and one place, and that’s sometimes in the mornings for breakfast. That's why they call it breakfast cereal, love. Not dinner cereal, not snack cereal... Do you also eat cereal for lunch?” He was poking fun at you now.

“No, I’m not a heathen, Walter. Here, try a bite, just trust me. It’s amazing as a movie snack.”

His eyes were wide as a grimace was sent in your direction, “You’re crazy — no one does that.”

“Plenty of people do that,” you stated matter-of-factly.

“I’m really not the biggest fan…” Walter sighed and settled further into the couch, preparing for your exasperation that he knew was soon to follow.

“WHAT. Not the biggest fan of cereal? I’m sorry, you were sheltered as a child, weren’t you? There's cereal out there for everyone, Walt. Come on, try it.” You scooped a spoonful of your sugary Cinnamon Toast Crunch and held it to him. He reluctantly obliged your wishes, eating the bite but keeping a look of pain on his face for the entire time he chewed.

"See? Delicious. Ice-cold, crunchy, sweet, perfect." A sugary grin accompanied your playful tone, and Walter shook his head again, exaggerating his distaste for having to chew such an atrocity.

"Mhm. Definitely delicious." Your goofy bear was simmering under the surface of his scouring demeanor, though he stuck his tongue out in mock disgust.

"You're not the biggest fan," you muttered under your breath and rolled your eyes for dramatic effect. "I'll show you."

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Standing in the grocery store, you and Walter were having a battle of wits, arguing on the subject of your sweet tooth.

“I’m just trying to show concern for your dental health since you obviously won’t; all that sugar isn’t good for you.” Walter stood stern with his arms crossed, unmoving and solid like a brick wall.

“I appreciate your worry, Dad, but I’m going to keep eating it because I love it. One day, I bet I’ll convince you and you’ll be eating it with me. Plus, my dental health is immaculate, my dentist said so.”

The expression on Walter's face was unwavering as his eyebrows raised in a non-verbal challenge to your declaration.

“I don’t know how you can stand to eat that crap,” he muttered, thinking you couldn’t hear him.

“Oh no, don’t you dare, you grump! I don’t get on you about your snacks, back off mine. ” Despite his unnecessary grouchiness, you placed a hand on his crossed arms and raised up on your toes to give him a soft kiss on his bearded face. “Balance, babe. It’s all about balance.” You dug your way through his arms to find his hands and you drug him a little further down the cereal aisle.

“Come on, grumbly, pick out a cereal you think you might enjoy, for experiment’s sake.”

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“Fuck, babe. I’m going to be late, we just got called out on another accident. I am so sorry… I’m not sure when I’ll be home.” Walter had been working a ton lately, and his irritation with just how much he’d been working was starting to show. The two of you had been together for a few months now and had started to grow accustomed to having the other around consistently. You both became out of sorts when you hadn’t seen each other in a while.

“Don’t even worry about it, Walter. Just be careful, please... You should still come over when you’re finished tonight, but no pressure if you’re exhausted.”

“Of course, still need to kiss you goodnight. I can’t sleep if I haven’t.”

Walter Marshall might be a grump, but that grump could make your heart flutter in ways that you’d never felt before. Maybe it was that his sweetness and his charms were completely reserved for you and you alone. His teddy bear nature only appeared when he was near you. After putting back the ingredients for dinner to save for another night, you went to change into your sweats.

Walter appeared at your front door at 12:30 that night, nearly asleep but still standing strong. You’d dozed off on the couch after his call, but were immediately energized again when you saw his beautiful form standing in your doorway.

“Hello, I’m here to have a very late night date with an incredibly beautiful woman,” Walter said, the gravel in his voice making you shiver. Despite his exhaustion, Walter managed to smile at you with one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen him manage.

You smirked, waving him inside. “Get in here, Bear.”

Walter reached his arms out to you, inviting you into his embrace. Your arms wrapped around his thick torso and you ran your hands up and down his sweater-clad back; he melted into you and burrowed his face into your neck. Walter released an exhaustive exhale. It was heavy and forceful, as though he’d been holding it back behind a stone barricade for the entirety of his day. Warmth flooded your body as his words vibrated from his chest, “Mmm... I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. Let’s get you fed. Preferences?”

Still snuggled in your neck, he gave his reply, “Nothing heavy, please. I don’t want to fall asleep at the table. That wouldn’t make for a good date.”

“Oh Walter, we can postpone date night, you need to eat something and get to bed. It’s nearly one,” you observed gently as you leaned your head back to get a better look at his face.

“No. I came here to have a date night. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day. I need you.” Walter’s warm lips caressed your forehead, placing soft kisses on you. “You think you’re still up for it?”

Nodding at him sweetly, you untangled from his embrace and went to tumble through the fridge, offering out suggestions for food, but he insisted, yet again, that you don’t go to any trouble.

“Okay… you’re going to hate it, but my last option is cereal. Other than that, it’s gonna be random leftovers.” You continued moving containers around in the fridge, taking stock of what you had left from the week before.

“Actually, I think I can handle some cereal.” You whipped your head around incredulously to look and heckle him, but he gruffly interrupted, pointing a finger at you from where he sat at your kitchen table. "Don't. Don't start. It's been a brutal day, and something cold doesn't sound half bad."

You smirked in silence as you turned back and poured your bowls, dancing your hips lightly side to side. Grabbing the candles you had left out for your dinner date, you lit them and placed them gently on the table between the two of you. It was date night, after all.

“Late night cereal date, it is.” Reaching down to caress his chin, you kissed one bearded cheek before sitting beside him. Walter’s lips held a slight curl, softly smiling at your glee.

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“Love, snack break?”

The two of you were engaged in an intense game of Scrabble, one of your favorite date-night-in traditions. Nodding your head in Walter’s direction, you continued to study your letters and the board with pure focus until you heard the twinkling sound of cereal hitting ceramic.

Not wanting to draw too much attention, you peeked up from your letter rack to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you. Walter was not just making a bowl for you, but he was also making one for himself.

No way.

Walter made his way back to the table with the cereal, and you looked up at him in shock as though you hadn’t already noticed what he’d done.

“What is this? What is this I see? Walter Marshall choosing breakfast cereal as a snack? Why, I just cannot believe it.” Mock-surprise overtook your form as you motioned fake mind-blowing explosions from your head. Walter rolled his eyes.

“I figured If I can learn to like you, I can learn to like cereal.”

“HEY.”

Walter shrugged, retaking his seat at the table.

You squinted your eyes at him as you declared, “You’re going down for that. And I don’t just mean by losing this game.” A wicked grin crossed your face when you played your double score word:

“CHEERIO”

💋

Walter worked a lot of graveyard shifts while you were dating and during your early years of marriage while you worked a normal 8-5. Sometimes the only moments that you could see each other were when he came home from his shift early in the mornings before you started your day or in the evenings when you got home before he left to start his.

One early morning during your engagement, Walt showed up unannounced after a hard few nights at the PD. He was worn down but happy to see you, smiling through his exhaustion. This was the longest you’d been apart in a while; you hadn't seen each other in 4 days. You kissed him, lips attacking his while his arms snaked around you and pulled you tightly to his body. He hadn’t even come into the house yet.

Pulling him inside, your hands reached up to hold his scruffy face as you placed a more gentle kiss on his lips. “Babe, have you had dinner? Let’s get you something to eat… what would you like?”

He unfastened his holster, dropping it on the table by the door. Sinking into a chair, Walter bent over to untie his boots as he answered, “Honestly, anything is fine, just some kind of food.”

“I can cook you something! Why don’t you let me —“

“Sweet, don’t go to any trouble. I just want to see you before you go to work.”

He looked at the table where you had just sat down to a bowl of cereal for a quick breakfast before he arrived and pointed lazily to it. “That, I’ll take some,” he said, sleep trying to overtake his form.

Slowly grinning at his statement, you mentioned, "Isn't this technically your dinner time?" Walter wasn’t amused as he tilted his head to look at you as you gasped playfully, “You do realize you're about to eat cereal for dinner, right, Marsh?" Too sleepy to give his verbal rebuttal, he glared at you, the corners of his lips turning up slightly, which was your signal to accept your victory and move on.

Smiling softly back at him, you made your way to pour him a big bowl and made him a cup of piping hot tea to accompany it. Watching his face as he ate, you observed the little creases and purple-gray rings that had formed around his deep ocean-blue eyes. His beard was unkempt and had grown past its normal length just in the few days you’d been apart; you could see this was a new level of exhaustion.

“Tough night?” You asked him, moving your chair closer to him.

He nodded. “Very.” The nights were becoming more strenuous recently. Ever since he had switched to the detective unit, work had been holding him hostage and was taking a toll more than he’d like to admit.

His hand reached over to squeeze the free one lying on your lap. “I’m happy to see you, love.” The hard lines on his face softened as he traced lazy circles on the back of your hand with his calloused thumb. You could see in his eyes that he meant it, that you were his safe space. Walter always was in protection mode, always on alert, even though you tried to keep him at ease when he was with you. He was only really ever at ease once he was home and you were safe in his arms.

The food began to rouse him from sleepiness, and as he gained alertness, Walter’s brow furrowed as he took notice of the cereal box sitting on the dining table. “This is the one we’re eating? I expected you to be eating more of one of those tooth-rotting cereals that you love so much.” He looked over at the box of Honey Bunches of Oats with curiosity and then back at you, lifting what you called his ‘detective eyebrow.’

“This is… surprisingly somewhat better for you? Or at least it acts like it is.”

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad. I only let you believe that I am. It is my breakfast time after all,” you winked at him knowingly.

“Good to know my words are finally starting to sink in. I mean, it’s not that much better for you,” he was reading the box now, “but at least it isn’t borderline fluorescent, like those artificial fruity ones you’re always eating.”

“You know, it’s almost like I expect the hate and just enact my deflection shield every time you walk in the door.” You started giggling, unable to keep a straight face as you threw your arms in front of your face as a shield to his words. “Don’t worry, Walt, my guilty pleasure cereal collection is well-stocked. And quit hating on my Fruity Pebbles.”

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Slowly over time, these seemingly random cereal dates became a large foundation for quality time. These dates became like snapshots, each one memorable in its own way.

When you two hadn’t seen each other in days, you caught up over a cold bowl of sugary sweetness. You, telling all the details of your days; him, quietly listening and trying his best to leave his nights behind.

From then on, all it took was knowing you could have a cereal date mixed in the chaos of everyday life. Anytime things got hard or heavy, it was time to have a cereal date. Anytime you had a fight: you both would pause and make a bowl of cereal, sitting across the table from each other so that you could speak your feelings. There weren’t many of the world’s problems, or your own, that couldn’t be solved over sugary cereal and cold milk.

💋

You’d dragged Walter to your shared bed as soon as he’d arrived home, having not seen him for more than a few minutes at a time for the past month. This current case of his was intense and ongoing, but he was finally finished. You knew he was defeated in energy, but you were ovulating and your hormones were raging. Your body craved his touch and the feel of his skin gliding upon your own.

The plan was to go to dinner for a romantic evening since it had been a long while since that had been possible, but as soon as he walked through the door, your feral sexuality washed over you and you jumped into his arms. You clung to him with your face in his neck, taking in his scent and the warmth of his strong arms holding you up. He clung to you just as tightly. There was no complaint from the bear, for he was more than happy to spend the evening spoiling his lover.

Cuddling in the afterglow of your countless orgasms, a storm raged outside as tree limbs slapped at your windows incessantly.

“Wow, it sounds awful out there. I know we were going out, but I think that point is moot now.” You glanced up at Walter, kissing his jaw. “Let’s just cook something easy instead.”

“That sounds great, and we can stay naked.” Walt’s eyebrows danced flirtatiously as he grinned down at you, his hands caressing your warm skin. “I’ll go hunt around so I can keep my woman energized for the night ahead. We are nowhere near done.”

He’d only been gone a minute when a crack of thunder shook the house and the lights went dark. You heard his mumbling coming from the kitchen; he had called in to get a status update from the energy company.

Walking back into the bedroom, Walter, in his naked glory, walked over to where you laid, illuminated only by the candle he held in his hand. Wow, your husband was delicious.

"Power’s out for the whole city. It’ll take hours since this storm doesn’t have an end in sight. Looks like a hot dinner is off the table… and no one will deliver in this weather. I guess we know what’s for dinner." Setting the candle on the nightstand, he crawled back into bed.

Feeling seductive, despite being completely spent from your ravenous love-making mere minutes beforehand, you still hadn’t had your fill of your husband. You bit your lip as you ran your eyes up and down his exquisite body and cheekily replied, “Me, I hope.”

He chuckled lowly, the fangs in his pearly-white smile glinting at you in the candlelight. “You? Yes. I plan to feast on you all night long, kitten. But you’re going to need some sustenance first.” He was hovering over you. You couldn’t help yourself as you reached to run your fingers along his hairy chest and wrapped a leg around his hip, pulling him closer to you.

"Make it a cereal date?" You grinned at him.

“You read my mind.”

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“Our child is going to come out looking like the Lucky Charms Leprechaun if you don’t change it up some, love.”

Your cravings were intense. You’d heard several different views from your girlfriends and sisters: some craved random things they never even liked before, and some craved more of the things that they already loved and ate religiously before pregnancy. You fell into the latter. Cereal was your most sought-after snack: a big surprise to no one.

There weren’t many cliche late-night ice cream runs, but there were plenty of cereal and milk runs. Walter was a dutiful dad already, not lecturing you too often on what you wanted; he knew you were doing what you had to for the baby, and you ate healthily enough… aside from the copious amounts of junk cereal.

True to numerous other times in your life, date nights were hard to come by, even still. Sometimes the only dates you and Walter would get were in the wee hours of the morning when you’d wake up with a craving.

Walter was extremely doting, and even though he’d always been a caretaker, he really came into his own when you both learned you were to become parents. He’d crawl from the bed without a word, rummaging in the kitchen to bring you a bowl of your favorite and even bringing a small one for himself. You two would snuggle in the bed and talk. Talk about your baby, about future babies, about the future, about your dreams, all of it. You never knew when you met the grumpy bear that he would become this sweet of a man, always tender with you even when he was rough. Maybe it was the cereal sugar that had sweetened him up, at least you’d like to think so.

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Your daughter had been in the world for a little over three weeks, and neither you nor Walter had gotten much sleep since her arrival.

Walter finally got her down to sleep while you watched from the nursery doorway. You hadn’t had a meal together or slept at the same time for more than 10 minutes in weeks.

He was standing over her crib, resting his arms on the side as he watched her sleep. He was infatuated with this tiny human who had completely taken hold of his heart.

“Honey, join me for a date?” Your smile was tired, and as your bear’s exhausted eyes met yours, you wondered if you two shouldn’t just go to bed, but you missed him. You’d barely gotten the chance to praise him for how good of a daddy he was to your little girl.

“Mhm, gladly. Our usual?” He quietly followed you to the living room, where the coffee table had already been set up with the works. Craving the feel of his touch on your skin, you both sat on the couch and you laid your legs across his lap while you enjoyed the serenity of each other’s company.

💋

A chill glided across your skin as you awoke from a dream. You rolled over, reaching your arms out to find your sturdy man, searching for his warmth. Instead, you found cold bedsheets.

Unlike Walter to not be in bed with a furry arm draped over you, you pulled on your robe and went to find him, a slight worry filling your mind.

Surely he would have woken me if he’d had to go in?

As you stepped into the hallway, you heard hushed giggles and whispers coming from the kitchen. You stopped to poke your head into your kids’ rooms. Their beds were empty.

At least it’s Saturday.

Quietly pitter-pattering to your kitchen, you peered your head around the corner to find one of the sweetest sights your eyes had ever seen: your two babes, 8 and 5, were playing a princess board game at the table with your Bear. Cereal by their side, giggles ensued as the sugar hit their systems and they tried their best to keep quiet.

Walter’s deep whisper quietly filled the space. “Shh, girls. We can’t wake Mum, she needs her rest.”

“Can I have more Cap’n Crunch, Daddy?” Your youngest had an insatiable sweet tooth, just like her mama. She was quietly bouncing in her chair and smiling a toothy grin at her daddy.

“You’re just like your mum,” Walter beamed at her, obliging her wishes. “Just a little more, love, then we need to brush our teeth and get back to sleep.”

Not wanting the girls to know that you knew about their secret, you decided to make your way back to bed, but not before catching your husband’s eye as he winked at you and a grin radiated from his face.

Warm tingles filled your body as you silently thanked the universe for Walter and the life that the two of you had built together. Walter was the best dad and husband in the world. How had you gotten so lucky?

💋

“Cinnamon Toast Crunch or Golden Grahams, love?” Walter called to you from the kitchen.

The movie was selected, the kids were away for the evening sleeping at friend’s houses, and you and Walter were having a much-deserved night in.

You called back to him, “I’m thinking I’m going to skip the cereal? I’m not really feeling it tonight. I will, however, eat the spicy chips. Oh, and grab that dip out of the fridge, will ya?”

“For the last time, they are crisps.” Annoyance was evident by his tone.

“They’re chips, Walter. You’ve lived in the states for how long now? Just give it up already.”

“No fucking way. Wait… You don’t want cereal? Are you feeling alright?” Walter’s head popped into the doorway that connected the kitchen to the living room, his face stern with confusion and concern.

“Ehh, not right now. Yes, I’m fine, Marsh,” you giggled. “Just feeling like something different for once.”

“Well, that’s shocking. I’m just wondering if you’re really my wife.” Giggles continued to flow out of you as he wandered back to where you were seated. He handed you your snack, and plopped on the couch next to you, cuddling into you as you tossed a blanket over both of your bodies. Walter started the movie and began to chow down on the bowl of cereal he’d made for himself. You couldn’t control the smirk that spread across your lips as you watched him out of the corner of your eye.

“What?” he asked, his mouth full of the golden and cinnamon squares. His eyes met yours, questioning you.

“I would just like to point out that I knew I could convince you.”

His brow furrowed in confusion, not sure what you meant. “Convince me of what?”

“That cereal is the best movie snack.”

“I don’t know if I’d say it’s the best…”

“Walt, I’m sitting here with your previous favorite movie snack in my hands, and you totally skipped over it and went for cereal. I’m just saying, I told you so. It’s okay, I’ve known I was right all along, you don’t have to admit it.”

“Hmm.” He growled, mouth full again as he ignored your statement.

“Give me a bite!” You pressed closer to him, reaching for his spoon as he angled his body and cereal away from you.

“Oh no, nice try. You tease, you don’t get any.”

“Fine, grumpy, I’ll go make my own. Keep watching, I’ll be back.”

Shuffling to the kitchen, you proceeded to grab a bowl and make your own, but you found both cereal boxes empty on the counter. Quickly turning to check your special cereal cabinet for a backup box, you discovered you were completely out.

“WALTER! Are you fucking kidding me? We just bought those!” Standing with your arms crossed in the doorway, you glared at Walt as he stared back at you unfazed.

“I hate to break up your gloating, but you created this monster, love. And don’t forget about our two other little monsters who take after you.” His grin was cocky; he knew he’d bested you. Laser beams could have been shooting from your eyes for all you knew. You shook your head in disbelief at the audacity of your husband.

That bastard. That beautiful bastard.

Walter smiled softly at you and motioned for you to rejoin him on the couch. Much to your dismay, your anger at him diffused immediately. “Love, I’ll go buy more first thing in the morning. Here, come and share mine. I’ll be nice… it is date night, after all.”

* I do not own Walter Marshall, Nomis, Night Hunter, or anything related to it.

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aliensunflower-fics · 4 years

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‘Akumatized Marinette’ A funny prompt!

So ive seen a few different fics and posts where Lila convinces the class that Marinette is in fact Mayura and/or is working in some way for Hawkmoth, using such evidence as ‘Marinette’s never been akumatized’ and citing how sometimes Marinette’s attempts to be helpful or friendly or yes her mistakes have resulted in an akuma going after her classmates. Also other evidence like how many akumas the class has had total. But what if Lila could not convince class that Marinette was working with Hawkmoth, desperate to connect Marinette to the supervillain in hopes of plummeting her reputation Lila claims that Marinette is in fact AKUMATIZED hence her villainous actions towards Lila!

Now just follow me here:

What if the class don't believe Lila THAT MUCH. Sure Lila has them convinced that she’s a diplomats daughter and that shes got a million illnesses and physical problems and yes she even has everyone believing that she’s famous and that her and Adrien are a secret item [how scandalous!]. But no one in the class will for a SECOND believe that Marinette is working with Hawkmoth. Lila has tried broaching the subject several times, shes tried leaving ‘hints’ and pointing things out that seem ‘incriminating’ but each and every time she does the class scoff and each of them begin listing a 100 reasons why Marinette is definitely NOT a fan of Hawkmoth and would never work with him.

Frustrated but determined to connect the super villain to Marinette and alienate the girl further Lila seethes and plots. Getting more frustrated each failed attempt and trying to chew off her own sausage hair when people talk about how Marinette would definitely kick Hawkmoth’s ass. Then one day Marinette walks in with a totally new look, she’s cut her hair into a messy pixie cut and is going for a pink punk look. The look gets everyone's attention and the day is spent with everyone complimenting the baker girl [she even gets asked out by a few of the guys in the other classes] frustrated that everyone is paying attention to Marinette instead of herself Lila cant help but make up some big lie about how Marinette assaulted her and stole her money.

The class is justifiably shocked! They have been especially protective of Marinette and her reputation ever since she was expelled and nearly akumatized so more then a few of them start yelling at Lila even Alya who normally sides with Lila due to her belief that her designer friend is jealous is furious at Lila for making an accusation like that! Desperate to recover from the poorly timed and worded lie she’s made Lila thinks fast and comes up with a scheme just crazy enough to work! She claims that obviously it wasn’t ACTUALLY Marinette, no it was the horrible akuma MARIONETTE! The class blinks taken aback but they can’t help but ask what Lila is talking about.

The italian smirks feeling sinister pleasure course through her. She begins weaving her sob story tale! About how Marinette had snuck into one of Adrien and Lila’s photoshoots! Where the poor baker girl saw them *gasp* KISSING! Poor Marinette heartbroken and distraught was akumatized into the horrible monster Marionette! Who stalked Lila home and attacked her! She goes on to claim that the Marinette who was in class today was NOT in fact their good friend rocking a new style and haircut but was instead a vicious akuma after all why do you think Lila was keeping so far away from Marinette all day? She’s TRAUMATIZED after her ordeal and now Marionette the akuma is attending class as if she were Marinette! How terrible could Hawkmoth be to be using their heartbroken friend like this!

The class doesn’t want to believe it, but it makes such perfect sense Marinette WOULD be heartbroken by seeing Adrien the ‘love of her life’ kissing Lila her main rival! And just yesterday Marinette looked completely normal with her cute little pigtails and her signature outfit! She never told any of them she was even GOING to get a haircut! And surely if Marinette was going to make such a big change in her appearance she would have told her bestie Alya right?

But now what is the class to do? Poor Marinette is akumatized and they have no idea what to do or what her object could possibly be! Max, always the logical one concludes that they should simply contact Ladybug and have her help poor Marinette! Lila quickly jumps in claiming she already tried contacting Ladybug OBVIOUSLY since the pair are besties! But that Marionette tricked Ladybug into believing she wasn’t akumatized at all! “No!” Lila laments, “were going to need to take care of this ourselves!”

The class is resolute determined to help poor Marinette without the help of Ladybug who has fallen for Hawkmoth’s most clever trick yet. But Lila is quick to warn them that they MUST be careful after all Marionette is a VERY powerful akuma, they cant know for sure the true extent of her terrible powers or when or WHO she might attack next! Lila fears that it will be poor Adrien or perhaps herself again! Insert fake sobs here. The class vow to protect Lila and Adrien from Marionette, and Alya who believes she’s best equipped for this situation since she IS Rena Rouge takes charge of the situation, they decide that no one is allowed to be alone with Marionette and NONE of them are to let the akuma know that they are on to her! They need to play the long game and figure out what her akumatized object is so that they can snatch it and free Marinette from Hawkmoth’s dastardly clutches!

Lila rejoices believing that she’s finally achieved victory, the class now think that Marinette is a dangerous monster and will isolate her, not to mention Lila now believes she can make up any lie she wants about Marinette and that the class will unquestioningly believe her! She goes home with a pep in her step eagerly plotting for all the lies and perks she can get from this newest lie and decides to eat a whole tub of ice cream to celebrate her cleverness, unaware that she’s just signed the ticket for her defeat.

You see the class LOVE Marinette, she’s their friend, and ‘learning’ that she’s been turned into some sort of monstrous extremely clever akuma is both a suprise and none at all. Later on as they all chat in the newly made text group Max points out how it was obvious that Marinette would become the most dangerous and clever akuma shes the smartest person in class besides himself and extremely creative and resourceful. Rose laments about how hurt Marinette must be and how they simply MUST save her as soon as possible. Alix curses Hawkmoth out and claims that the sick freak was probably TARGETING Marinette for awhile now because of how awesome she is. Nino and Kim cry about how their childhood bff needs them now more then ever! And Alya tells them to get ready because they cant abandon Marinette now that she needs them most!

The next day Lila comes to class ready to spin another tale about how the vicious akuma Marionette destroyed her room last night! And while the class do listen and tell Lila that it sucks that happened they seem noticeably... Distracted. When Marinette walks into the room the class practically explodes, Rose and Juleka INSIST that Marinette sit behind them so they can talk! Everyone has some sweet compliment to give to the baker reminding her about how wonderful she is! Lila’s jaw drops open as her classmates practically rush to hug and touch and talk to what they believe is a horrible monstrous Akuma! And it doesnt end their.

Lila asks Alya to hang out at the mall? She cant her and Nino are going to be on ‘Marionette’ surveillance tracking the akuma to see what shes up to and if she might show her akumatized object! Lila decides to try woo Mylene and Ivan into letting her handle their charities ‘finances’? Mylene starts crying about how the charity was Marinette’s idea before she got akumatized and now she might not even remember how amazing it was when shes eventually de-akumatized Lila cant stand hearing them talk about her enemy and gives up her pursuit of the funds. Lila decides to hang out with Kitty Section? They invited Marionette to every show hoping Luka would notice that she’s an akuma and use his amazing intuition to help free poor poor Marinette!

Instead of ostracizing the girl Marinette is now invited to every big event, and is constantly being showered with compliments and love as if the class believes that just loving Marinette enough will be the thing that ‘de-akumatizes’ her. “At least they wont let her anywhere near myself or Adrien.” Lila thinks bitterly as she gets her 5th warning that day that Lila might want to sit out the class going to the movies together with MARIONETTE.

During this time the class has been pulling off various ‘heists’ slowly going through each and every one of Marinette’s belongings to check if its the akumatized object. And I do mean every single belonging. Her sketchbook was ruled out within the first few days same with her signature earrings it was Kim who checked those and it involved a complicated plan involving taking Marinette swimming and having Kim fake a drowning in order to get close enough to ‘Marionette’ to check the studs. Luckily for Tikki, Ondine who was also at the pool decided to save Kim instead and the poor jock got quite flustered when the swimmer performed CPR on him.

Nino and the rest of the boys are the ones tasked with breaking into Marinette’s room while the girl is away on a sleepover with the girls. In order to ‘test’ each object in her room for the source of the akuma. They got a bit too loud and had to make a last minute escape when they heard Tom and Sabine going into fight mode. Poor Nino wasn’t fast enough and was forced to lie through his teeth that he’d been trying to surprise Marinette with a hangout like when they were little kids. [poor kid ended up drinking hot cocoa with Tom and Sabine as they showed off embarrassing baby pictures of Nino and Marinette together]

After about a month or so of shenanigans including a very embarrassing incident involving the entire class accidentally spying on Marinette’s first big date with Luka/Kagami/Felix/Damian [just pick one they are all great ships] and them getting caught red handed thanks to Alix and Kim roughhousing and making a scene at the nice restaurant. And another incident that Alya refers to only as the ‘duck incident’ [Nino can no longer be around birds or feathers] the class is no closer to learning where Marionette’s akumatized object is. And Lila Rossi who thought she’d be bathing in her victory is on the verge of screaming if one more person ignores her!

How does it end? Well maybe the class stage an intervention hoping they can free Marinette with the power of love only for Marinette to fall off of something laughing when she learns what Lila’s big lie was. Maybe Lila finally snaps and screams when she hears the class lament about POOR Marinette for the billionth time. Maybe the class try breaking absolutely everything Marinette owns, Maybe Juleka points out that its kind of weird that Marionette the akuma doesn’t really do... anything? And can change clothes? Can akuma’s do that? No right??? Aren’t their clothes like melded to their body??? Maybe the class finally get Adrien thinking he can ‘fix’ Marinette only for him to very confusedly tell them hes not dating Lila and has never kissed her and what Marinette akumatized??? Maybe The class recruit Luka and Kagami, Marinette’s other friends only for them to have a great laugh at the class before pointing out the literal mountain of things wrong with everything they just said.

Just fun shenanigans and ‘akumatized’ Marinette.

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