#he charges forth with food in his mouth. so cute…..

[soullumii]

carnival lights | joel miller x f!reader

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

summary: you take joel to the yearly summer carnival.

warnings/tags: pure fluff, little bit of sexual humor, fake gun use! (water guns), carnival fun, no outbreak!joel, soft!joel, modern au, food, implied age gap (reader is in her 20s, joel is in his 40s), pet names (peach, darlin', sweetheart, baby), established relationship. (can be read as part of the stranded universe!), NO USE OF Y/N

word count: 3.5k

a/n: something cute while i work on stranded part 2. there's no plot, just vibes

taglist: @hecatombix @thatmemechick @sexygaypalpatine

“I can’t believe you dragged me out to this mess,” Joel grumbles. 

Warm summer air settles over the both of you as screams from excited kids and terrified people on rollercoasters echo around you in the night. Joel’s scowl is illuminated by flashing lights from various pop-up mirror mazes, haphazardly put together ferris wheels, and scandalously painted funhouses.

Seriously, though, why does the children’s funhouse have a mural of a Parisian can-can dancer plastered on the front of it, her fish-netted vagina visible from quite literally any angle within this carnival?

It’s so incredibly ridiculous, and you absolutely love it. You just love carnivals—always have. 

Even if they’re probably a safety hazard, even if the creepy clowns wandering about scared you a lot as a kid, and even if the sweet aroma of funnel cakes and fried Oreos and cotton candy mixes with the skunky smell of cheap weed. It brings back memories. And yeah, it might give you a headache after a few minutes, but it’s everything you adore, even if you’re in your late twenties now. 

“It’s fun, Joel. Have you ever heard of fun?” You tease, dragging him along the dirt path littered with cigarette butts and mystery liquids. You get a whiff of hot dog.

Joel must get it too, because his nose scrunches and he steps aside a dubious pile of something inscrutable. “My definition of fun ain’t exactly this.”

“Look! That looks fun!” You point excitedly toward a ride called “The Zipper” rising high in the sky, its metal capsules filled with adrenaline junkies swinging back and forth as the entire ride spins on an axis.

“Jesus Christ,” Joel swears under his breath.

“What? Don’t you want to ride it?” 

When you glance over at him, he’s looking particularly green, though you can’t exactly tell if that’s from the spinning cups next to you flashing green and white or if he’s truly feeling unwell.

“Are you okay?” You ask, sincerity coating your words as you turn to him. 

“I’m fine,” he shakes his head. “I just—you should’ve taken Ellie and Sarah with you. I’m not any fun at these kinds of things.”

“Joel…” you say, a teasing smile growing as your hand lands on his arm. “Are you scared?” 

He scowls, but hesitates in his answer, gaze darting away from you. “No.”

Liar. “Joel, it's okay if you’re scared,” you say. “We don’t have to ride any rides. I wanted to come with you just to spend time with you.”

His gaze softens and he sighs. “I know, peach. I wanna spend time with you, too. And for the record, I’m not scared, I’m just concerned about… my back.”

“Riiight,” you smirk. “Let’s go find something to do that won’t hurt your back then.”

You find a funnel cake stand charging $15 per cake. Joel grumbles about how ridiculous, and frankly, illegal it is that they’re charging so much for what is basically a scribble of fried dough as he pulls out his wallet.

“It's about the culture of it all, Joel,” you declare as you take a bite of doughy and powdered sugar goodness. “It’s just what carnival goers do. It’s only once a year, they can make the sacrifice.” You tear off a piece of it and give it to him. 

“I guess seein’ Sarah smile after eatin’ fried oreos was worth it," he relents as he takes the cake and plops it into his mouth, humming gratefully and yes! you’re starting to wear him down! 

“Exactly.”

After you both finish your funnel cake among a screaming swath of kids, you drag him toward the farm animals. This, he has to like. 

You enter into the tent, Joel’s hand tucked in yours, and the smell of manure and dirt immediately choke the both of you, the scent trapped in by the heat and the plastic material of the tarp. Joel somehow seems to look even worse than he did when you mentioned the Zipper.

“These poor animals,” he whispers, eyes wide as he takes in the fences sectioning off llamas and sheep and highland cattle. “They should be out wanderin’ in a field.”

“They do, Joel,” you insist, squeezing his hand. “It’s just for tonight. Come on, let’s go pet one.”

After a snot-nosed child stumbles away from the sheep pen, Joel makes his way over. He frowns down at them, reaching a hand in through the fence to pet them. The sheep inch forward, pressing their wet noses into his palm, and he strokes their soft wool lovingly. Your heart flutters at the sight.

And then you hear him whispering to them: “I’ll get you out of here.”

Before Joel can do something drastic, like wrench open the fence on pure strength alone (which you know he is absolutely capable of), you drag him out of the tent. Your spirits are extinguished, the night feeling more and more like a failure. You have to get him to have fun, somehow.

“Those poor animals,” he says again, shakes his head as you draw him toward the game booths.

“They’ll be okay, Joel,” you reassure gently, rubbing his shoulder blades. 

He just shakes his head again, and your heart fractures. You plaster on a smile and set him in front of a booth with two plastic water guns tethered to a ledge, at the far end of the booth are targets bobbing up and down, moving along a track.

“Let’s play this!” You say, handing the teenage booth manager a dollar bill. He chews his gum apathetically, and pulls the lever to start up the game. 

This piques Joel’s interest and he watches you grab the pistol-shaped water gun, aiming it at a target, your eye winking as you train your gaze on a target. 

“No, no, I can’t let you shoot like that,” he says, grabbing the pistol. He maneuvers your hands, “Left squeezes on the right, darlin’.” He then adjusts your arms and tries to grab the pistol from you, but it's sturdy in your new grasp, not going anywhere.

“There,” he says, proud, and grabs the other gun, pointing it at the first target. “Good luck, peach. You're gonna need it.”

“We’ll see about that,” you tease. You have no idea what you’re getting into.

“Start,” the booth manager monotonously drawls.

Before you can even pull the trigger, three of Joel’s targets are down, and he is cackling as he obliterates the others on his side. Your jaw drops, eyes widening.

Because, what the hell?

You scramble to catch up, pressing the trigger rapidly at your own targets, but only a few hits land. By the time the bored teenager calls ‘game’, Joel’s got his arms over his chest, watching you with a satisfied smile as you try in vain to shoot the last three targets on your side.

You turn to him in shock, but your bones feel light, your pulse beating rapidly because at least he’s finally having fun. And, admittedly, his skill is attractive.

“You should see your face right now,” he laughs.

“You won this,” the teenager drones, holding out a big fluffy teddy bear, half the size of Joel. 

“I’m keepin’ this,” Joel says, grabbing the bear and holding it close. He looks ridiculous, holding that giant teddy bear in his corded arms, peppered locks falling over his forehead. Ridiculously handsome. Ridiculously cute. You've got to keep this going.

“What? Seriously? You’re not going to give your girlfriend the bear you won?” You pout. He just smiles wider. 

“Darlin’, you’ve gotta earn this. Your shootin’ was pathetic.” He grabs another dollar from his wallet and hands it to the red-headed teen. “Another one, kid.”

Instead of grabbing his own pistol when the game starts up again, Joel comes in close around your back, warm chest pressing against your shoulder blades as his hands skim down your arms. He lays a chaste kiss on the side of your throat and your heart beats rapidly like a bird’s, warmth settling within you, a flush dusting your cheeks at his proximity. 

His broad palms land on yours, and he adjusts your hold again like he did last time. “This was good. Your aim, on the other hand…”

“I’ve never shot a fucking gun before, Joel,” you defend.

“This is a water gun, peach.” You grumble as he drags your arms up, sets them in a position that is honestly not very comfortable, but you can see how it might be easier for aiming. 

“Aim that ‘lil notch at the top of the gun in the middle of your target.” You follow his instruction dutifully. “Good, now shoot.”

It’s all in good fun, the gun light and cheap in your hand, but you treat it as if you truly are about to shoot a real gun, if only because your competitive nature likes to take over. You take a deep breath and let it out, then pull the trigger. The target goes down swiftly.

Joel pulls back, grinning down at you. “Nice job, peach.”

You preen at his praise.

“Alright, now hit the next one.” 

You do just that. He holds his hand up for a high five and you slam your palm onto his, laughing giddily. "I'm so fucking good at this!"

He hisses, shaking his stinging hand out, “Why do you always high five so hard?”

“The game’s almost done,” the teenager warns.

You turn and deflate at the sight of ten targets still standing, confidence leaving your body in one fell swoop. You have about twenty seconds to shoot the last targets, and you wilt, knowing that’s absolutely not going to happen. You gaze sadly at the stuffed whale hanging from the awning. 

Joel, noticing your disappointment, grabs his own pistol and fires off at his targets, each painted bullseye flinging back as the water hits it, the targets dropping one by one in quick succession. Even the moving ones he finds easily, spraying them with firm focus, eyebrows furrowed over his hard eyes. 

He finishes with five seconds to spare, and a smirk on his lips. He makes a show to pretend to blow smoke away from the water gun’s barrel, and you can't help but laugh. You never see him this goofy, and it makes your body tingle with happiness.

The booth manager rolls his eyes and gets the whale down, handing it to Joel. You give him the biggest puppy eyes you can manage, lips puckered in a pout, and you can see the moment it hits him right in the heart, his smile growing soft, the way he looks away from you, turning to try and hide it. But he can’t, and you tremble at the sight feeling so full, so warm. 

“Come on, Joel. I’m never going to be as good as you–which by the way, where the fuck did you learn to do that?” You say, grabbing the tail of the whale and tugging. 

"Growin' up on a farm, darlin'. Tommy was always wantin' to shoot the ducks."

"Ah, so you're a master at duck hunting, huh?"

He shrugs. "You could say that."

He tugs the whale away from your grasp, gesturing to the booth. "Alright, one more game. Come on baby, you can do it."

You groan, and he hands another dollar over. The kid looks even more bored. Maybe even annoyed at this point. You don't blame him. You grab the pistol, and get to shooting, not without spraying some water at Joel first. He doesn’t even flinch.

Five targets later (you never could get the full ten), you're whooping and hollering as the kid hands you a fluffy monkey plushie.

"There we go!" Joel praises. “Nice goin’ peach!”

You do a little happy dance, not caring if you look ridiculous, and Joel tucks you into his side, throwing another dollar bill at the apathetic teen.

“For your patience,” he says. You giggle loudly into your palm.

“I don’t get paid enough to be here,” the kid mumbles as Joel tugs you away and back through the carnival.

You look up at him, taking in his carefree expression, the content smile on his face, and the way the lights flash off his eyes, making them sparkle. His strong arm is wrapped around your waist, your cheek pressed into his shoulder.

“Finally having fun?”

He looks down at you, eyebrow quirking. “What’d’ya mean? I’ve been havin’ fun this whole time.”

You stop, pulling back to really look at him, blinking in disbelief. “What? But you’ve seemed so… upset. The rollercoasters, the funnel cake...the animals."

Joel’s smile slips, and a clear sincerity takes hold in his eyes. “Darlin’ none of that matters to me. Just bein’ with you is enough to make anythin’ fun.”

“Oh,” is all you can say, nerves thrumming, mind racing.

“I’m sorry I made you feel otherwise, I'm not very good with emotions," he says, threading his fingers with yours, and your heart stutters. You knew that. He’s always been a closed book, and even if he does decide to be more open, it can be hard to truly decipher how he feels. Though he’s always quick to assure you that you mean everything to him.

“I’ll ride a damn rollercoaster with you anytime if you really want me to.”

This is why you love him so damn much.

You beam, though it turns teasing, “Thanks, Joel, but I don’t want to hurt you.” You poke his lower back.

Joel chuckles. “My back is fine. I’m just scared.”

“Oh really? Finally admitting it, Miller?“

"You know I struggle with admitting my flaws, darlin'."

"Right, because you hardly have any."

"Exactly."

"Well, anyway, I have an idea."

"Do ya now?”

You drag him toward the giant ferris wheel stretching high into the sky, the neon lights climbing its spokes flashing excitedly, drawing the carnival goers in.

You settle in a seat with Joel next to you, though because of the long line, you're forced to be seated with another couple across the way. An older couple, with matching t-shirts and candy necklaces.

"Hey there!" The woman chirps. "What a lovely night, ain't it?"

Joel nods awkwardly, "Sure is."

"It's beautiful," you add.

It truly is, a gentle breeze stirs the warm air, driving away mosquitos and the Texan humidity. The navy sky is clear, only a few fluffy clouds sprinkled about. You’d spend the entire night out here if you could.

"I'm Sharon, my husband Burt and I have been comin' to this carnival for the past fifty years," she says, gesturing to the man in overalls beside her.

"That's amazing," you say honestly. "I’d like to have a tradition like that, too.”

You tell her your and Joel’s names, ignoring the latter’s pleading glance at you by smiling at Sharon and Burt and complimenting their matching shirts.

Burt's says: Nothing Sense We're and hers says: Makes When Apart.

You despise the shirts deeply, but you might as well be friendly to the people you'll be stuck with for the next fifteen minutes.

"Thanks darlin'! Are you two a couple?"

You take Joel's hand, "Yep! Finally reeled this slippery fish in."

"Jesus Christ," Joel grumbles under his breath. You try not to laugh.

"Older men, so evasive, am I right?" Sharon whispers, a hand coming up to shield her mouth from her husband, as if he can't hear her in this tiny space.

"I hear you, sister.”

Joel rubs his thumb and forefinger against his temple.

"Well, enjoy your ride," she beams. "Just beware, my hubby gets gassy when we get halfway up."

You choke on a shocked laugh, your palm slapping over your lips. You lean into Joel, eyes wide, who looks green once again.

"Oh my god," you hiss to him.

"Now look what you've done. We're 'bout to get chloroformed by farts."

You can’t hide your laugh this time, “Joel!"

The ferris wheel jerks, and Joel's hand tightens around yours as it begins to ascend. You notice the tick in his jaw, the way his gaze pointedly darts from the spokes of the wheel to the pole in the center of the seat and back.

"Are you scared of ferris wheels too?" You ask.

"No," he hisses. "I'm scared of state carnival ferris wheels. They set this piece of shit up in three days. How can you even trust it?"

"I just like to think about possible ways I'd survive it."

"Yeah, like what? Grabbing onto the pole and just hanging there 'til they get ya?"

"Exactly, see, it'll be fine."

"That's if the whole thing doesn't detach."

"I think it's more likely we'll die from suffocating by old man farts than this thing detaching."

That gets a laugh out of Joel, and his gaze finally finds the land stretching out beneath you as the ferris wheel rises. The moon hangs high above the clouds, bright and full, and stars dot the dark sky like jewels sewn on a blanket. The breeze ruffles his hair, and you wish to run your hands through it.

"This is nice," he says. "I'm glad I came out here with you."

"You didn't have much of a choice, but I'm glad you're enjoying it."

You hear the man across from you pass gas, and you hide a grimace.

Joel leans in to whisper in your ear, his breath ghosting over your sensitive skin making you shiver. "This would be pretty romantic if it weren't for Mr. and Mrs. Clause over there."

"Watch it, you'll be approaching that age soon."

"I've got at least twenty years, peach. Maybe you'll be sick of me by then."

"Oh no," you shake your head, looking earnestly into his eyes. "I'll gratefully smell your farts 'til the end, Joel."

"You're messed up," he grimaces.

You just smile at him, and he grins back, his arm slung over the back of the seat, his thumb massaging your neck, and you melt into him, content to watch the world shrink as you near the top.

Eventually the ferris wheel comes to a stop at the top, and you gaze out across the dark world, head resting on Joel's shoulder. He pulls you in close.

"It's time for the kiss!" Sharon exclaims, grabbing Burt's fraying overalls and tugging him in to plant a kiss right on his lips. He melts right into her, and in mere seconds, you and Joel are witness to a geriatric couple making out.

"Ain't this somethin'," Joel says.

"Oh. My. God."

Sharon pulls back after a good thirty seconds, and turns to you and Joel. "Alright! Your turn!"

"Oh no, that's okay," you say, waving your hand. Joel is private in his affections, though his little show at the target booth earlier might say otherwise. Generally, he prefers keeping you to himself.

But tonight, he's full of surprises.

"C'mon, peach. Let's do it. Let’s give these kind folks a show, like they did for us."

"Yes! He gets it!" Sharon bounces excitedly. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

You've been wanting to kiss him all night, so you're really not against it. Though, it's still weird, and you give Joel a pained look.

"I'll give you the whale for this," he promises.

"And the bear," you argue.

"Fine. And the bear."

You grin, and then his hand is at the back of your neck, pulling you in, his nose brushing your cheek as he slots your lips together. He tastes like funnel cake and cotton candy and you honestly don't want this night to end.

Your eyes flutter shut as he adjusts you to deepen the kiss, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip. Your hands plant on his chest, nails digging into the fabric stretching over his firm pecs.

"Woo! Yeah! Kiss her hard! Kiss her really good.”

Your lip is still caught between his teeth when Joel slowly pulls away, eyes trained angrily on Sharon and Burt. He clears his throat as leans back in his seat, and you avoid eye contact with the very strange couple across from you. Joel's hand is hot on your exposed thigh, and now you really wish you weren't fifty feet in the air stuck with some very questionable folks.

Finally, five minutes later you touch the ground again.

"Y'all have fun now!" Sharon squeaks and steers Burt toward the cowboy-themed carousel.

"Have a good night you two," Joel says, faintly as they beeline away from you, almost like you were the weird ones.

He hands you the whale but holds the bear for you as you make your way back to Joel's pickup.

"Well, that was something," you say.

"I don't think I'll get that image out of my head. Or the smell," Joel's nose scrunches.

You stop, turning toward him. "I'm sorry about this. I thought it would be fun. We'd play games and share a romantic kiss on the ferris wheel and feed the animals-"

The words fade as Joel's palm settles on your cheek, his thumb running across your bottom lip, his other hand landing on your waist. "Darlin', we did all of that."

"Yeah, but it all sucked. I can't shoot for shit. And you don't like the animals being all cooped up, and then Sharon and Burt practically eating each other in front of us, then getting turned on by our kissing? You don't think I saw Burt's hard-on?"

His eyes widen in disgusted shock. "His what?"

Your eyes well up. "I’m sorry, Joel."

He shakes his head, pulling you into his chest. "Peach, I had a great time. I love doing whatever you love. I love you, okay? So next year, you can drag me out here again and we can be Sharon and Burt's spank bank material and I'll enjoy it just as much as I did today."

Your laugh is watery against his chest, and he tilts your chin up to softly press his lips against yours again, this time shielded from the hungry gaze of strange old people. He thumbs away your tears.

"By the way," he whispers against your lips. "I liked watchin' you fail at shootin'. It's cute."

You glare half-heartedly at him, pushing him off of you and rounding to the passenger side of the truck. "I always knew you were into humiliation."

"Maybe we should try it, just to know for sure," he smirks, leaning against the door frame, towering over you.

You look him up and down, eyeing the muscles of his forearms and the way his t-shirt stretches across his broad chest. Your voice comes out lower than you expect it to.

“Get in the damn truck, Miller."

"Yes ma'am."

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller #tlou fic #game joel miller #pedro pascal #soft joel miller

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! Hope you've had a good day/night can I request Ror gods or human you can choose with a Gyutaro!reader or a Inosuke!reader

-You were loud, obnoxious, couldn’t remember a name to save your life, reckless, and like a wild animal, like the boar head you wore over your head. You were like a wild boar.

-However, at the same time, your battle skills were second to none, your ability to adapt in battles and dodge flawlessly at the slightest hint of killing intent, you were not to be underestimated by any means!

-You were placated easily with food, eating away from others, and it was the only time, except for when you slept, when you were quiet.

-Brunnhilde had her hands full with you, but she couldn’t risk losing a fighter like you in the middle of Ragnarok, however, you were grating on her last nerve when you called out, “Hey Bun Hills! When do I get to fight?!”

-She was lucky earlier on, when you ate yourself into a food coma, so you were quiet, not disturbing the other fighters, but now you were awake again.

-She sighed softly, “You’re scheduled to fight next. Go get ready!” you cheered, leaping up with a shout of glee before running out, that kept you busy for at least ten minutes.

-When it was your time to fight, you were eager, walking out like you owned this arena, cocky and arrogant, but Brunnhilde knew that you could back it up.

-Your opponent sneered at you, “Why are you dressed like an idiot?” you instantly lost your temper, “WHAT WAS THAT YOU BASTARD?! I’LL KILL YOU!!!”

-Your fight was intense and definitely fun to watch, you talked a lot of shit, but your moves, able to easily dodge most of the blows with ease, was very impressive and the humans in the crowd were cheering loudly for you, which was only making you more hyper.

-You charged with a head butt and your opponent slashed down with his sword, you dodged at the last second, but he managed to hit your mask, breaking it.

-In slow motion your face was revealed, a bright grin on your face and instantly everyone was in such an uproar!

-You were so unbelievably pretty!! You would be absolutely stunning if you just kept your mouth shut, because your crass and vulgar way of talking didn’t match your beautiful looks.

-You won, as you had gotten pissed that your boar’s head was broken, now you had to go and find a new one!

-The older samurai, you forget his name, was there to greet you with a warm smile, “Y/N- that was amazing!!” your fists came to your hips, “Don’t mention it Kentaro!”

-Kojiro laughed, scratching his cheek, “Wrong again.” You started, flinching back in shock, panicking as the two of you started to walk, “Sakura Kentoro!” the two of you went back and forth, you got close a few times, but never got it, but you never seemed to get names.

-Aphrodite surprised you both by seeking you out, “Y/N~~ I wanted to see you!” you were stuffing your face with food, sharing with Kojiro and Okita, “OI! Don’t say my name so cute!!” she held a hand to her face, cooing softly, “You are certainly crass. But once I train you up- you’ll be so beautiful!!”

-Kojiro glanced at you and was quickly roaring with laughter as you ran out of the room, not wanting to have anything with this goddess and she was quick to give chase.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror kojiro sasaki #ror aphrodite

[llamagoddessofficial]

Was rereading the Naga!AU and pregnant Zookeeper MC, so what are the Zoo Moths reactions to pregnant MC?

Sans: Mc starts visiting Sans more and more as her pregnancy goes on. She doesn’t realise its because her body is craving his relaxing pheromones to relieve her of the constant aches and stress. When she sits with him, the pain in her back and feet slowly disappears, the nausea that accompanies her everywhere finally ebbs away, she feels like she can lean back and relax; she really shouldn’t... but when she’s having trouble sleeping through the night, a long nap in Sans’ enclosure is often too good to resist. Especially considering how soft he is.

... As for Sans... he’s euphoric. This is exactly what he’s been waiting for, he knows he’s succeeded. This is why he’s been so calculating, this is exactly why he’s spent months putting on fake gentle smiles and easy expressions, masking his possessiveness and instinctive aggression behind purring and preening. This is his patience and carefulness paying off. In (arguably) her most vulnerable state, she’s not only actively seeking him out, she’s then letting down her guard entirely. The other two can snarl and posture sulk all they like... at the end of the day, she’s coming to him for safety. For affection, for care. Because he’s her TRUE mate.

While she’s sleeping, he likes to put his hands on her stomach. He always wants to protect that part of her... and it’s nice to feel their the baby’s Soul. 

Red: Initially, Red shows no difference in behaviour. When he first realises she’s pregnant, he just reacts by being very gentle and cute with her, pinching her cheeks and purring with a dazzlingly wide grin; Mc’s relieved, she was cautious, afraid the pregnancy might trigger his crazy state and make him unsafe to be around. But he seems calm, he seems like his normal teasing self, curious about her belly but with a noticeable cautiousness that definitely eases her fears.

Then she steps out of the enclosure, and a fellow employee gets a bit too close to her for Red’s liking. He goes nuts, charging the enclosure walls with the red of his wings glowing bright enough to be visible in daylight, steaming from the mouth and snarling so loud people in the next room over can feel it in their chests. The anger is worse than anything anyone’s ever seen, even in his most intense insane states; sometimes he doesn’t look like Red anymore.

The message is loud and clear. Red doesn’t like seeing anyone get close to her. He’s puppy-gentle with Mc, but he’ll attack anyone who so much as breathes too close to her. 

Skull: The moment he realised she was pregnant was key. He was happy to see her and he put his face in her hair like he always does, but he seemed to pick up on a scent that confused him. He moved down and smelled her cheek, accidentally causing her to giggle... then he crouched all the way down, and carefully sniffed around her stomach.

... And just like that, his entire demeanour flipped. Shy, scared, clingy Skull disappeared. Whatever took his place has a steely stare, a dark expression, an eerie smile that says nothing and a touch that doesn’t give you a choice. Mc is understandably very nervous about his sudden personality switch- as soon as she can, she slips out of his enclosure and refuses to go back in.

He’s changed. When she’s nearby, he gets incredibly aggressive and territorial with other staff, even the ones he tolerated before. He’s massively agitated by even her usual routine disappearances. He starts concealing his food, glowing his wings and staring at her nonstop... but the thing that worries her the most is the fact that he’s stopped hiding. Now, rather than going back to his den, he paces back and forth in his enclosure on all six limbs, growling incessantly. If she’s outside his cage he’ll be right up against the glass watching her, and if she’s not there he’ll pace the length of it like a restless tiger.

Mc’s scared. This isn’t the gentle moth she grew to trust, this is a frightening creature whose eye tells her to come here but whose very presence causes her instincts to scream. Until he starts acting normal again, she’s not risking it.

#llamagines #moth sanses au #zoo moth sanses au #red and skull out here scaring her and losing cuddle privileges #meanwhile sans is like #[holds mc in one arm + cups of tea for both of them] tragic. alexa play ''lofi beats to kiss your wife to''

[all-my-writings-and-musings]

This one is late because life is busy and I'm tired. For AU I was thinking of a scenario where Reader and Macaque are sorta enemies just so I could write fight flirting.

Day 18: AU

Macaque x Reader

"You sure do like getting up close and personal, don't you?" 

Macaque was smirking as he always did when bantering, but you knew he was genuinely enjoying himself, his eyes alight with euphoria as he kept his hands locked with yours. Thanks to you and your rival's incredible strength, the pavement below your street was cracking just from the strain of your standoff. As much fun as you had with his little back and forths, you knew things would need to end quickly to protect the public. 

Keeping your hands on his and setting your feet properly, you performed the tiniest shrug you could without losing traction. "What can I say? I like confronting my problems head on!"

Taking advantage of the close quarters, you smashed the hardest part of your head against his, sending him staggering back. Jumping back with wide eyes, Macaque found his footing a few paces back before he gingerly touched the wound. A trace of blood on his fingertips made his surprise intensify, but his response was hardly negative. The Six Eared Macaque looked absolutely tickled by the maneuver.

"Oh come on, a face that pretty could be put to way better use!" he teased back, charging again to meet you for another battle of strength. Meeting him with ease, you allowed the fight to move to the top of an abandoned warehouse, where Macaque intensified his battlefield flirting. All you could think at first was how if he was trying to pretend he was still interested in beating you, he was failing. You could feel his heart beating far faster than this much exercise warranted and feel his gaze upon you as something far more than a simple enemy. "Seriously, how about a date; candles, good food, you and me breaking this tension at long last?"

"I don't think you could afford me, Macaque." you replied easily, pushing back to send him flying a few blocks down. He landed with ease on the top of another building by the harbor, blocking a flying punch from you and ignoring the cement cracking beneath him as he did so. You hovered closely enough to feel his quick breaths while he held you at bay.

"You don't know that! I'll take you somewhere nice, we can do a little wining and dining. Maybe at that fancy joint over there?" he offered with a hint of strain as he kept your fist just shy of his face. A tilt of his head drew your attention to a fancy restaurant on the edge of the water, and a part of your brain briefly imagined the two of you visiting dressed to the nines before it squashed down the silliness. Ignoring his still bleeding injury, Macaque smirked and bared his fangs playfully at your confused expression, really giving it his all to look as charming as he could. After everything the two of you had been through together, you had to admit he was pretty good at it, even while the two of you were tearing an entire city district apart. 

"I'll even pay extra for some fun after dessert..."

A smirk rose to your face at the incredibly ridiculous attempt to be smooth. Knowing any kind of irritation would just wind him up further, and not being too opposed to the offer, you merely decided to end things in the one way he wouldn't see coming.

"Well, in that case…" you began, stopping your punch and dropping to the ground. Macaque actually stopped and stumbled where he stood, shocked enough not to have his guard up as you placed a hand just beneath his chin. A wink made him flush and you sealed the deal. "Friday at eight. I expect to be impressed."

"Ahhh…" was all he could say, mouth hanging open in total shock at this turn of events. You two had flirted plenty of times before, but it had never ended in anything but more sexual tension, and he didn't know what to do with this. It was actually somewhat cute.

Thankfully, you knew just what needed to happen next, and the tightening of your free hand into a fist was marvelously satisfying.

"Which, right now, I'm not."

A solid punch sent him straight down and through the abandoned structure, where he crashed in the basement as a dazed and confused but lovestruck monkey.

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[allandoflimbo]

Take It Back: His Story (8)

Sequel to Take It Back

Previous Chapter

Summary: You and Bucky. It was supposed to be a happy ever after. Your story, home, and love was near perfect. After all, you had worked so hard and suffered so much to be where you finally were. But behind the scenes, Bucky had been dealing with more baggage from the past than he had been willing to publicly share. Steve was always the second best when it came to him and Bucky. From Nat, to you, and maybe now, even someone else. It’s been seven years since Ashlyn cheated on Bucky, but nine since she first fell in love with him. Two years after their public divorce and after starting therapy, she holds onto a dangerous mixture of jealousy and strength. With new friendships and new love on her side, she knows she should let Bucky go. But should is so hard to do when she loved as hard as she did.

WARNING:

This story will contain sex; oral, m/f penetration, anal sex, dry sex, rough sex, shower sex, masturbation, mutual masturbation, porn watching, and soft sex. Very strong language, strong adult content, use of drugs/alcohol, sensitive topics like marriage trouble, illnesses (both terminal and mental), one incident of almost non-con, college frat parties shenanigans, and emotional angst.

Rating: Rated R.  18+ ONLY. 🔞 no minors.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Masterpage for Take It Back: His Story

Something changed the second he stepped into your home and overheard you arguing with Ashlyn about moving into the city.

He doesn’t know what.

When you called him a few days later when you and your car were stranded, he sped like crazy to meet you. He doesn’t know why he had fought like crazy to gain your respect and trust again. He told himself it to avoid any future bad blood, come the chance if things were to ever go an extra level with Ashlyn.

He couldn’t help the anger he felt at seeing you sitting in the dark in the car like that and he couldn’t help the pity he felt when he heard your stomach growing after you had fallen asleep to Collide by Howie Day.

He wouldn’t let his heartstring pull as he tried to ignore the racking in his memories. Where had he seen you before?

His eyes had gone down to his cell phone in this cupholder where it was still dark; no new notifications.

He had pulled into a Mcdonalds' and ignored when the girl at the drive-thru gave you both a cute look. She must’ve thought he was boyfriend picking up food for his girlfriend, who happened to be drooling all over his door.

You had a personality, that’s for sure. The way you had nagged at him for not ordering a drink was a new look into you that he had never seen before.

But he liked it. You were feisty. He had no doubt you’d make good friends.

The drive to your house was silent except for when you bickered over his phone charge and when you spontaneously decided to shout out in song.

“Oh my god, I haven’t heard this song in years!”

You leaned forward and turn the little volume nob up. A small smirk pulled on the sides of Bucky’s mouth.

“I heard you’re doing okay,” Bucky couldn’t help the large smile that filled his face as your voice grew louder and more obnoxiously out of pitch, “But I want you to knoooooow,” You swayed your head back and forth dramatically as you emphasized each word, “I’m a dick! I’m addicted to you.” You couldn’t help the giggle that pulled at your throat and Bucky looked over at you. Your eyes met and you squinted at him, “What?”

He chuckled.

“Nothing. Go on.”

You squinted your eyes at him, playfully.

“I tried to make you happy, but you left anyway—!” you shoved a pointed finger in Bucky’s shoulder and he laughed, “—to forget that I’m addicted to you!— where’s that water bottle I threw back there?” You yelled over the radio, reaching into the backseat. As soon as your fingers landed on the plastic, you brought it up to your face like a microphone and yelled, “Can’t forget what you said! Come on, Bucky, I know you know the rest—” you shouted, “And I never want to do this again!” You both sang at the same time, “heartbreaker!”

“Heartbreaker!”

You both laughed out loud. Bucky reached his hand out to lower it a little.

“Didn’t peg you for a Simple Plan fan.”

You shrug.

“Eh. They have some good ones.”

Bucky nodded. He cleared his throat and his eyes went to the glove department.

“Take a look in there.” You opened the glove department. He bit his bottom lip nervously, “Grab that little black box and open it.”

You opened it right away.

“Cassettes?”

“A collection, yes.”

“Blink 182, Sum 41, New Found Glory, A Day To Remember, The Used, Breaking Benjamin,” you let out a laugh as you pulled one out, “The Offspring! Never would’ve guessed you were a closet emo.”

“I have about thirty other boxes at home, all different genres, but that’s the most recent one I’ve been carrying. You can put one in if you want.”

There was a twinkle in your eye and a pull on your heart as you admired his dorky collection. Something was interesting about it. You wanted to tease him about just opening a damn Spotify or Apple Music account, but the scratches on his black box and the faded ink on the tapes - fucking tapes -gave you an indication that this was more than just about music on demand.

“You a musician or something?”

He raised a brow at you.

“Why?”

“Never would’ve thought about it before but now that I’m thinking about it, you seem like the type. More mellow stuff though.” Bucky didn’t respond to you as you continued to decide which one to settle on.

He should’ve been surprised when you put one in, but he wasn’t.

The beginning tunes of With Me by Sum 41 play on his speakers as he continues the way to your house.

That was a few days ago.

Bucky can’t stop biting the skin on his thumb as he sits in his car, in front of your home. He has two tickets in his pocket - Coldplay and John Mayer.

Ashlyn wasn’t supposed to be gone this long. The only thing that bothered him more than her being away for days longer than he had been told was her ignoring his calls.

Bucky was worried. Something kept nagging at him, right in the pit of his stomach, but he blamed it on overthinking; on being dramatic.

__

{…and I won’t let go…}

“Open this goddamn door, Ashlyn.” George’s demanding and rough voice sent shivers down her spine, “You can’t be in there all day.”

Ashlyn sat on her bed, her head in her hands as she stared at her lap. Her eyes were already bloodshot. She hadn’t eaten in over twenty-four hours and she left her phone untouched in the nightstand drawer.

The guilt ate away at her.

Another knock on her door, but this time angrier, startled her.

“You know I could fire you for this, right? Then what?” She contemplated his comment. She thought about it before she decided to finally get up and open the door.

The look he gave her was pitiful. It was an exaggerated pity.

“Oh, honey,” George whispers, running his thumb over her cheek.

“Mr. Barnes, please.”

“You keep saying that I don’t know what you are begging for.”

“Stop making me cheat on my boyfriend. Your son.”

George looks away from you and at the corner of the floor in your room behind you.

“Did you get the Birkin I left you?”

Ashlyn swallowed hard and nodded.

“It’s a thirty-five thousand dollar bag. That’s how special you are. I know what you did, what we did, is hard on you. I know it’s wrong, trust me, I’m not stupid. I know. But good things will come out of this. I was just training you. You can just forget we did it if you want, but there are two things you can’t change,” he met her eyes intensely, “First. Making you continue to be unfaithful to my son won’t change the fact that it already happened; twice. And second, you’re already becoming a successful businesswoman and you’ll make a fine wife to my son one day. He never needs to find out about any of this. Ever. You’re not a bad person, I promise you.”

Ashlyn was silent under his gaze.

“Now what do you say, let’s go finish this merger deal?”

Ashlyn hated George. Detested him. He has ruined her life, and to make matters worst, she felt compelled to believe him, as if doing so would make her feel better.

Last night she had been moments away from calling Bucky and telling him what happened. She stared down at her phone, his name staring back at her, and she cried.

She loved him with all her heart. So much she wanted to save him from such a huge pain, even if it was selfish on her part and unfair. Even if it was so wrong.

And now, Georges’ words rang back to her, and held onto them. Everything except his last point.

She was a bad person.

She cleared her throat and looked down at the floor.

“I’ll go get ready.” Her voice was hoarse.

George gave her a cryptic smile and the second the door closed in front of her face, she made a promise.

She would be strong.

She would not be another victim to men like George.

Even if it made her the bad guy. She would protect the ones she loved. She would finally be who she has always been afraid to show and she will love fiercely. If George's plan was to hurt Bucky, he could go get fucked. The second George came in, he had spoken to her like she was some kind of zoo animal, and she was going to prove to him the exact opposite.

She and Bucky would win. For love.

She swallowed the bile in her throat again and wiped the linger of Georges’ hand off her face in disgust.

One last meeting and she would be home.

___

“You nervous?” Connor’s voice surprised Ashlyn.

She had been sitting in one of the chairs next to the door. Mr. Barnes had gone inside just a few minutes earlier and told her to wait until she was called in if needed.

Her mind had been running wild so when she Connor’s voice, it stunned her.

It was awkward at first as their eyes met and his steps slowed down. Three days ago he had overheard him crying.

He knew something was wrong but he didn’t want to overstep. He’d ask how you were doing when he next saw you but didn’t ask what was going on.

He sits down next to you and folds his hands in front of him, resting both elbows on each of his knees.

Ashlyn lets out a soft sigh.

“A little. I just want to go home. I’m homesick, I think.”

Connor nods.

“Is this the longest you’ve been away?”

Ashlyn looks down at her hands.

“It’s been a few years,” you ran a hand through her hair and tossed it back, “Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice. France is very nice, but I miss the daily routine of my normal boring life.”

“Well, it’s a new one now, right? Because you have this new job.”

“That’s true.” Ashlyn looks at Connor and then back at her hands, “I guess it is.”

“Hey, you’ll be alright. It can be scary, this line of work, but you’ll be okay. If anything, I’m always here to help you if you have any questions.”

“You’re at Barnes Enterprises, too?” She looks back at him again, “I just realized I never really asked much about you.”

Connor chuckles.

“It’s okay,” he clears his throat, “I was a few years ago, but right now I have my law firm, but I jump in and help George whenever he needs it. He’s taught me a lot.”

“I take it you’ve known each other for quite some time then.” Ashlyn wasn’t too sure how she felt about this.

Was Connor like George?

“Give or take some years. My roommate in college was his son and he introduced me to him at the time. George and my dad met and played golf together. George offered me a job out of graduation, he was that father lawyer trying to take all the kids under his wing like a University law firm, and so on.”

The interesting piece of information was not lost on Ashlyn as she squinted her eyes at Connor.

“Your roommate was Bucky?”

Connor raised both his brows, pleasantly amused to find another similarity with Ashlyn.

“You know Bucky personally?”

Ashlyn smiled.

“Yes. He’s my boyfriend.”

Connor’s eyes remained raised, but this time a different expression she couldn’t pinpoint. His brows dropped and his features soften.

“Oh,” he says, eyes dropping, “Wow,” he clears his throat, “Small world.” He says with a little smile followed by a frown.

“Yeah, it is,” Ashlyn says quietly.

Connor felt a little awkward now.

It wasn’t that he was jealous by any means, not necessarily.

Sure, he thought Ashlyn was beautiful since the first moment he saw her, but he couldn’t assume her availability. He didn’t want to ask her right away if she was seeing anyone, he was going to Segway into it. Maybe at the end of the trip, maybe even at JFK airport when they landed back home. He didn’t expect to find out her status this soon, and with a second bomb to kill his hopes: she was dating Bucky.

One of the nicest guys he’s ever known.

Damnit.

The large door opened and George stepped out. Ashlyn and Connor both looked up at him.

“We got it,” he looked straight at Ashlyn, this time very seriously, “Good job, Ashlyn.”

“We got the merger?” Connor asks, enthusiastically.

“We did. We’re free to fly back home this afternoon. The official meeting will be two days from now. Let’s go home and celebrate.”

___

George has a driver drop off Ashlyn at her apartment that evening. The whole flight, her nerves of guilt and disgust were greater than her fear of flying, and she couldn’t sit still the entire time. She was debating how she was approach Bucky and how she would deal with the promise she made to herself.

It was so much going on in her head that halfway through the flight she got a migraine. She ordered a glass of champagne and tried to fall asleep, but failed. The champagne did help, though.

When she got home, her new home which she did adore, she left her things at the door and went straight to her room for some PJs. She grabbed some cleaned clothes and headed for the shower.

Out of her hot shower, she finally calls Bucky.

Hearing his voice for the first time in days, life-changing and terrible days, makes her almost cry.

“Hey, Buck.” She says quietly, her voice nearly cracking.

She pulls her legs up unto the bed beneath her and sighs.

“Ash, I was worried. You weren’t answering my calls or texts.”

“I’m sorry about that. We had terrible wifi where we were. Even WhatsApp was acting up,” her lie cuts right through her, “I missed you so much.”

She can feel the exasperated breath leave his lungs.

“I missed you, too. I’m glad you’re okay.” She doesn’t say anything to that out of fear that that might be the thing to make her cry, “Was there a decision?”

“George told me I can’t disclose it before the meeting, but you can be there he says when they finally announce it to the board. He said it’s Thursday.”

“I’ll be there.”

“Sounds good, Buck.” She could feel her eyes burning and her throat tightening, “Look I’m tired. The flight was rough. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Alright, Ash. Sleep tight.”

She wipes the loan tear that drags down her face and then goes to bed.

The next day, George calls her in the morning to come in for a last ten AM meeting and that’s when she starts the first day of her meeting.

She’s shocked when she’s standing there, to see Bucky MIA.

___

AUSTRALIA

That’s the thing about life and all the curve balls it throws at you; they feel unfair and goddamn undeserving.

Like the way you were fucking looking at him as he’s taking his shirt off. Like the way, you’ve been crawling into all twists and turns of his little emotions.

His eyes meet yours and you look away bashfully. Whether you’re looking at his body in general or his ugly scars, both were not good. He didn’t like how both made him feel and they both were very different feelings.

Nat had been right when she showed up at his apartment. He had to be careful to not get too close to you nor give you the wrong impression. But Bucky wasn’t ignorant either. It’s not like he was out here full-on believing you were crushing on him or something, of course not. He didn’t think you felt that way at all and he didn’t expect you to, but there still needed to be a certain distance there.

Because of what could eventually develop.

The way you were looking at him— the way you were looking at his scars, wasn’t okay.

The way you told him you had known who he was yet Ashlyn completely sidestepped that detail about knowing he was too and Ashlyn never really asked him anything specific about his scars; Bucky wasn’t sure what it was about it all but it had him feeling some type of way.

He’s been avoiding all eye contact with you since the pool. He’s walking behind you, his hand holding Ashlyn’s, as you all take the ramp to get on the yacht that later afternoon.

He can’t help but have to divert his eyes every once in a while away from you as you speak to Steve.

“Oh shit!” You yell as you almost fall off the ramp, Steve’s arm going to your side to hold you. You burst into laughter.

“Be careful!” Ashlyn shouts.

“You haven’t even had a drink yet, Y/N.” Nat says, a tinge of humor in her voice.

Steve takes your hand and helps you onto the yacht. Ashlyn pulls Bucky in the opposite direction, towards the bar in the back.

He’s momentarily stunned when they are in the corner away from everyone and Ashlyn pulls him down until their lips meet. She kisses him slowly, her tongue sliding over his for just a moment. A low moan escapes his throat.

Someone clears their throat and they both pull away immediately.

Bucky turns to see you standing there, looking uncomfortable.

He’s shocked for a second, rooted to the ground and tongue-tied. You’re avoiding all eye contact with him.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. We’re putting in orders for sliders right now, I was asked to ask you guys if you wanted some before it’s too late.”

Bucky nods.

“Sure, that’s fine.”

Ashlyn drapes her arm around Becky’s necked smiles sweetly at you.

“Fine with me too, girlie.”

You nod and just barely make eye contact with Bucky and you clear your throat. Bucky watches as you walk away.

Bucky only makes direct contact with you once more on the boat.

It had been about twenty minutes since everyone had decided to jump off the boat at sunset. The sky was now a dark and hazy blue and some stars already twinkling up above.

You had walked to the bar to put in one more order of whiskey sour. You leaned against the counter, your elbows digging into the cool marble top.

Bucky was caught off guard at first as he turned the corner and saw you there. Your hair was still soaking wet from the water and you didn’t bother to cover your black bikini yet.

He clears his throat as he approaches the bar. You turn when your eye catches him and you give him a small smile.

“Hey.” You say.

He gives you a nod and a pursed smile.

“Gin and tonic, please,” he tells the bartender, “Thanks, Jack.” Bucky thanks him.

“You didn’t jump in with us.” You say, staring for a second longer than necessary at his white t-shirt before looking back down at the countertop.

“Didn’t feel like it, but I’m glad you guys had a great time.” He says.

You hum a response.

“Yeah, I did.” You say lowly.

Your damp arm touches his dry one and he turns to face you. You face him too and you look up at him.

Were your eyes always like that?

He looks away immediately and takes a small step back from you.

“I’m glad.” He answers, his voice just as low as yours.

“Gin,” Jack says, sliding the glass over.

Bucky nods him a thank you and turns to you one last time.

“I’ll see ya.”

He didn’t see your confused and furrowed brows as he walked away.

He had to find his girlfriend and give her her drink.

___

Everyone was ready for bed the moment they stepped into the Sidney rental. Everyone made their way to their rooms and bathrooms to shower and call it a night.

Including Bucky and Ashlyn.

Bucky was flipping through the channels on the tv on low volume, hating himself for not bringing his apple tv, as Ashlyn dried her hair with her towel.

“I’m going to be away a few more times in the next few months. More meetings.” Ashlyn says, a strange disappointment in her voice.

“Where? I have only seen you a few times since Paris.”

“I know. But a lot is going on, so your dad says. I’m sorry. And I’m his assistant. I need to go with him.” She clears her throat, “Paris again and another two in LA. That will be all within a few weeks.”

“God dammit, Ash.”

She clears her throat.

“I know, I’m sorry. But it will be worth it in the end, I promise.”

Bucky sighed. Giving up entirely on finding something on the tv, he puts the remote down on the bed and lays back, his hands running through his hair.

“I don’t like this.” There’s a long pause, “I don’t like never seeing you anymore. I don’t like you always being away.”

Ashlyn’s heart breaks.

“Bucky—”

“And it’s not what you’re thinking. It’s not that I don’t trust you or anything like that, I just—” he sighs, “I miss you. I miss you when you aren’t here, and I get scared that if we keep being apart, we’ll miss each other even more.”

“I miss you too when I’m there.”

Bucky scoffs, sitting back up.

“Hard to believe. You never even call when you’re away.”

Ashlyn can’t help but glare at the back of his head.

If you only knew why.

“That’s not fair.”

“Not fair? I’m trying to communicate with my girlfriend when she’s goddamn three thousand miles away and she fails to reciprocate it.”

“Because I’m busy. Plus the time difference and all that.”

“Send a text! Send one text message for all I care!” Ashlyn was getting stressed. Stressed and aggravated. She hated this, “Please, Ash.” His voice was quiet now; pleading. She swallowed hard, “Really?”

She looks up at him.

“You need to calm down.”

“Calm down?” He scoffs and looks away from her, “I’m not asking for a lot. You’re my girlfriend and I feel you pulling away.”

Small tears filled her eyes.

“Bucky, I’ve been away for one trip. I’m not pulling away from you.” Bucky didn’t say anything to that as he stood up. It ate away at her and she hated how emotional he suddenly was. He wasn’t like this when she had gotten back, this happened today, “I don’t know what you’re going through today but you need to relax.”

“What I need is a breath of fresh air.” He says, walking around Ashlyn and leaving their bedroom.

He knew it was unfair. He knew he was being a bit dramatic, but he had feelings; too many. He was like an exposed nerve right now.

He was getting easily irritated and flustered and he needed to breathe.

Walking down the steps toward the kitchen he already feels a little better. Maybe walking was all he needed.

“At the pool today I noticed Bucky’s arm,” he freezes at the sound of your voice and what you were saying, “and I know it’s probably something personal and private but they look,” there’s a big silent pause, “As something really bad happened to him.”

This was the last straw for Bucky. Emotions run over him. Shame, embarrassment, anger, interest, and confusion.

Why do you care so much?

“He doesn’t like to talk about it. Trust me if it’s something he wants to tell you, he will himself when he is ready.”

He’s always adored Nat, and she’s right. But Bucky also doesn’t think anyone has ever had the guts to ask first before, either.

“What happened in Afghanistan? He didn’t just get lost did he?”

Bucky’s stomach drops.

“I just feel bad. He was very hurt.”

He hated this.

Hated it.

“Look I’m gonna get to bed. As I said, he will tell you. That’s not my place.”

Why do you care so much?

Why?

“Okay. Thanks, Nat.”

He stands there for a few more long seconds.

He hears a creak and he makes eye contact with Nat as she rounds the corner. She’s shocked at first until Bucky raises a finger to silence her. She continues her walk up until she’s next to him.

“I’m assuming you heard everything.” She whispers.

“Most of it, yeah,” Bucky whispers back.

Nat nods.

“I’m going to sleep. Don’t be too hard on her, yeah?” Nat says.

Bucky doesn’t say anything as they hit cheeks softly, sharing a contactless kiss.

Bucky waits until she’s fully gone to go all the way down.

You jump up, clearly not expecting him.

And so he does it. He does one of the one things that has been eating at him; he finds out why it is you suddenly care.

So he pours his heart out to you that night, the first person since Nat.

The reason: You told him you cared because you were friends.

Friends.

The answer makes him stall at first because this entire time he realizes that that’s what has been happening, but at the same time it felt different, too. He’s made friends before, hell he has friends, but it didn’t feel right.

It’s always been different with you.

Always.

Next Chapter 

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky x y/n #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfction

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IKEA

 Warnings- Food, bickering.

 Teen regressor Virgil

 Little Regressor, Remus, Roman, Patton, Janus, and Logan. 

A sleepover in an IKEA seemed like a weird idea. But when they thought about it, and having the imagination to make anything they wanted. Having tiny themed bed areas all close together in a large area with easy access to each other but also having their own room to move around? It sounded pretty good.

So Logan had a bunk over a desk space room, and Patton had a round bed with animals and a play mat. Remus and Roman shared a bunk bed in a castle shaped area. Virgil had a top bunk with a rope net shaped like a spider web to climb up to it. Janus had a canopy bed with thick curtains that were tied up at the moment. Everyone was running around between each other's spaces.

In the middle of the bedrooms there was a camping area set up with a picnic table with a mircowave and a fake fire. They normally use real fire when they all have a sleepover while big, but this time was for being little and since all of them except Virgil were under ten, having an open flame wasn’t the best idea.

Virgil being the oldest In teen space was microwaving the snacks, Popcorn, Pizza rolls, chicken nuggets, and Mac n cheese. Maybe not the healthiest meal but Virgil was in charge of the food so He would be making what he wanted. Besides, everyone else was going to enjoy the food too. So there really wasn't a problem.

Patton was helping Janus pick out a stuffed animal to sleep with from the large pile that he had next to his bed. Janus being on the younger toddler almost baby side, He had a black and gold paci firmly in his mouth and was watching Patton present different stuffed animals for Janus to inspect.

"A bear? no. That doesn't fit. Snake? no you need arm so it can hug you back." Patton said sorting through the plushies. Janus looked over at a stuffed bee and grabbed it hugging it to his chest. It was fuzzy and soft and black and gold! He made a humming noise as he made the bee 'fly'.. "OH that is cute too!"

Roman and Remus were arguing over who got to sleep on the top bunk. "I should be on the top cuz You got to last time!" Roman huffed as they both sat on the top bunk, the railing looking like stone walls of a castle.

"Well I should sleep up here and you sleep on the bottom cuz you roll out of bed all the time!" Remus pointed out.

"I do not! 'Sides, there is a rail! I can't roll out!" Roman argued.

"I bet you could anyway. You would roll so much you feel out and onto the floor and we would wake up to you crying." Remus said.

"I wouldn't cry! And I won't fall out!" Roman huffed crossing his arms. He did fall out of bed a lot and cry when it happened. "I should be on top with the railing cuz then I CAN'T roll off and the bottom doesn't have rails!"

"I thought you said you weren't gonna roll off!" Remus pointed out.

"I won't with the railing!" Roman argued back.

"Yes you will!"

"No I won't!"

They continued their back and forth as Logan made his way over to the picnic bench and sat down watching Virgil microwave the pizza rolls and play with Tarot cards while he did so.

Or rather he was sorting them out as he waited for the food to cook, like some magic game of solitaire. Logan watched as Virgil set aside the "Major" Cards, the ones with words on them and weren't like the four suits of the "minor". "Can I look at those?" Logan asked pointing to extra cards.

Virgil handed him the tarot cards as he found them, Logan spreading them out and looking at them. The cards were purple with pictures of people and creatures. Logan found the world, sun, moon, and star cards and set them aside as his own little galaxy of cards. Virgil smiled as he watched Logan trace the outline of the pictures.

Virgil pulled out the pizza rolls and set them to cool before pulling out the tray that had everyone's cups and filling them with punch. "I'm eating." Virgil yelled instead of food was ready. If he said that the food was ready everyone would just wander over eventually, if he said he was eating-

"Let me have some!" Remus yelled climbing down the ladder before Roman could making him yell and both of them race to get over there. Patton let Janus hold his hand as they made their way over. Janus sitting down next to Virgil and happily taking his sippy cup of punch. Bee still firmly hugged to his chest with one arm.

Virgil set up everyone's paper plates and handed it to them as they sat down. Remus and Roman on either side of Logan. Patton on Virgil's other side. "Why you got your cards out?" Patton asked.

"Are you gonna read my future?" Roman asked excited.

"It's gonna be you sleeping on the bottom bunk." Remus said in a sing song voice. Roman throw a chicken nuggets at him. Logan carefully moved the cards he had away from the twins so they didn't get them messy.

"Do wr have napkins?" Logan asked. "Janus is eating the Mac n cheese with his hands. " Janus had let his paci fall, hanging by the clip and was eating his Mac n cheese with his fingers. He giggled as he saw the exasperated face Virgil made when he saw him.

"Yeah there are napkins." Virgil said, Patton grabbed the paper napkins and handed some to Virgil before giving the rest to Logan.

Other than the food toss between the twins and Janus trying to squirm away from getting clean, supper went smoothly. And they all settled down to watch a movie before bed. They ended up watch Tarzan before Virgil said it was pjs time.

Virgil helped Janus get in his pjs and then got in his own. Logan and Patton managed fine. Remus and Roman got distracted fighting over the top bunk and Virgil had to walk over to get them to stop. "Alright! Since you two can't pick I will." Virgil pointed between the two of them, muttering under his breath. "Caught a tiger by the toe, My anxiety can not handle this." He ended up pointing at Remus. "ok Remus gets top bunk."

"WHAT?" Roman yelled.

"Yes! I got it!" Remus said sticking his tongue out at Roman before going to get changed.

Roman looked at Virgil betrayed. "That's not fair! Ree got to be on top last time!"

"Well then maybe you shouldn't try to start a food fight next time." Virgil said firmly. Roman huffed before stomping off to get changed. Virgil rolled his eyes. He was on his way to step up a board game before they went to sleep and saw Logan already in bed.

"What's going on?" He asked. Logan wiggled deeper under his covers, eyes already sliding closed.

"m sleepy. good night." Logan said making Virgil laughed under his breath at just how blunt Logan was when he got tired.

"Sleep well." Virgil said pressing a kiss to Logan's forehead before going to set up the board game further away from Logan's spot so they wouldn't disturb him. Logan peeked out at Virgil as he left before ducking fulling under the blankets and using the glow from his phone to look at his "galaxy tarot cards" some more.

Candy land was tense, Janus was dozing off leaning into Virgil's side, Remus and Roman weren't talking to each other and Patton was laying his chin on his puppy squish mellow and seemed to be almost drifting off to sleep too. Virgil was glad when the game ended with Patton winning and they could all go to sleep. He carried Janus to his bed and tucked him in with his bee plush. Paci in his mouth and he snuggled up in his blankets.

Virgil spent ten minutes piling stuffed animals around Patton after he was laying down. Surrounded by plushies, "Night night vee vee." Patton said before sleepily giggling.

"Night night Pat pat." Virgil said back watching his eyes already slid closed.

Remus and Roman were alright in bed, Roman pouting on the bottom bunk as Remus was worrying his lip on the top. "Hey, you guys ok?" Virgil asked softly.

"yes!" They both answered at the same time. "Night." Roman said rolling over so his back was to Virgil. Virgil frowned before looking over at Remus. Remus shrugged, "Good night vee."

"Stinky dreams." Virgil said, happy that it made Remus smile a bit. He went to his bed, climbing up the net and settling in his nest of blankets and pillows. His sleeping area was placed so he would be able to see everyone else easily. It was at the perfect height for him to feel safe from any under the bed monsters and see that everyone else was safe too.

Virgil grabbed his headphones and started watching some YouTube videos on his phone. 8 in the evening might be the littles bed time, but Virgil wasn't sleeping till at least 10.

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In the morning Janus woke up no longer little and before anyone else got up. Patton had managed to knock almost all of his plushies off the bed, his limbs sprawled out. Logan was hugging cards to his chest, sound asleep peacefully. Virgil still had his headphones on and was sleeping with one foot hanging off the side of his bed. Roman and Remus were both asleep in the bottom bunk. half laying on each other.

Janus started a pot of coffee as he waited for everyone to wake. Watching as Roman woke up and yelped before shoving Remus out of the bunk, causing Remus to startle awake before laughing and hitting Roman with a pillow. Patton woke up and dragged himself over for a cup of coffee.

Logan woke up and got coffee next, the tarot cards placed on the table with the others. He said nothing about it so Janus didn't either. Patton was too sleepily to notice. Virgil woke up last and jolted upright and scanned the area before he relaxed and removed his headphones.

Janus smiled into his mug.

#food mention #Agere logan #agere patton #agere remus #agere roman #agere Janus #agere Virgil

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Bloody Valentines

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Young Justice 98, Titans, GL Corps, Legion of Super Heroes, Flashfam, New Gods

Summary: 90s vampire slasher AU

Chapters: 6/?

Characters: Dick Grayson, Joseph Wilson, Jason Todd, Charley Parker, Zatanna, Eddie Bloomberg, Daniel Cassidy, Chester Williams DC, Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, Lilith Clay, Raven Roth, Kole Weathers, Bette Kane, Donna Troy, Roy Harper, Jenni Ognats, Bart Allen, Virgil Hawkins, Richie Foley, Ayla Ranzz, Zoe Saugin, Rol Purtha, Darla Aquista, Lori Zechlin, Hal Jordan, Helen Jordan II, Orion DC, Lightray DC

Relationships: DickJoey, Daniel Cassidy/Zatanna, DonnaRoy, Jenni Ognats/Virgil Hawkins, Raven/Lilith Clay

Additional Tags: POV First Person, Unreliable Narrator(s), Vampires, No Capes AU, 90s Slasher AU, Homoeroticism, Horror, Slasher

Chapter Six: The Warning (Jenni's POV)

We had to stop at a motel for the night because of the rain. There was only one room left, but I didn't mind. These were my cousin's friends. And a few of mine. We all took turns charging our Sega Nomads during the storm until the power went out. Ayla, Zoe, and I huddled on the bed while the guys dug through their bags for flashlights. "Yo, Virg, why don't you do Uncle Fester?" Richie suggested. We all sat still, wondering what that meant until Virgil took a lightbulb out of his bag. Virgil stuck the base in his mouth, and it lit up. I thought he was so cool.

"Dope," I smiled. Ayla and Zoe playfully shoved me back and forth. They knew I liked him, but I hadn't worked up the courage to tell him.

Bart crossed his arms. "Yeah, yeah... Whatever. The power's probably gonna be out all night. We're not gonna be able to charge our games until morning," Bart muttered. He'd been moping the whole trip, and I couldn't figure out why. I hadn't seen him in months, and he was so cold. I frowned and rubbed the back of my neck.

"What's his damage?" I mumbled.

Ayla tugged on my sleeve. "He came to see you, and I think he's disappointed that you haven't paid him any mind since you met you-know-who," Ayla whispered, "My brother gets like that sometimes... You've seen it."

"Oh!" I exclaimed before jumping up. "Bart, I'm starved."

He raised his brow. "Huh?" Bart questioned.

"There's a Burger Fool if you wanna come with me. We can get everybody something to eat," I suggested. Bart nodded excitedly, and he pulled his coat out of his duffel.

"I know your jacket isn't as warm as mine is," Bart replied as he tossed me his jacket. It was expensive. Grandpa got me the same one, but I forgot to pack it. "Besides, I think I look goofy in it." I gave him my varsity jacket, and he threw it over his hooded sweater. I took the keys off the counter —Bart was a terrible driver, and I didn't want to hurt his feelings— and we ran to the car in the rain. Bart's whole demeanor changed. Thanks, Ayla.

The downpour was intense, but having my cousin in the passenger seat to remember everyone's orders was comforting. Bart remembered just about everything. He knew birthdays, fast food orders, and all sorts of things from memory. I thought it was cool, but he never did. Bart always treated me like the cool cousin, but I knew better. Bart was the coolest guy I'd ever met. He was my cousin, after all. "What's up with you and Virgil?" Bart asked. "I thought you came to see me..."

"I did come to see you! Wait... Did Virgil say something?" I questioned. Bart chuckled. "Did he?"

"I heard him whispering to Richie about the cute one... I'm pretty sure he was talking about you. Why? Do you like him back or something? Because I can-."

"You don't have to," I interrupted.

"Yeah, but I could put in a good word for you. Virgil already thinks you're pretty... I'd only have to say one thing. Go for it," Bart offered. I nodded and pulled into the drive-thru. Bart ordered for everyone.

He ordered double everything, which was okay because Grandpa gave us a ton of money for the trip. Grandpa wanted us to care for each other, especially since he couldn't get time off to drive us to Happy Harbor. The power was on when we arrived at the hotel, but everyone looked spooked. "What happened?" I asked as I hung up my jacket on the coat rack.

The phone rang, and everyone sat around staring at it. Bart sighed and answered the phone. "Hello?" Bart answered. "What? Listen here-."

I took the phone from Bart. "Sorry, hi. I'm his cousin. Who is this?" I asked.

"Don't go up to Happy Harbor. You're all going to die there," a man warned us.

"Conner? Is that you?" I asked.

Bart tugged on my sleeve. "Let me talk to him. I'll give that chump-."

"You're all going to die... Turn back if you know what's good for you," the man warned. He hung up, and I tapped the phone against my open palm. I felt sick.

"He said we're gonna die... He called six times," Richie mumbled.

"Well, he's just trying to scare us. Come on, let's eat," I replied. Bart walked toward Virgil and whispered something. Virgil dropped his game in his lap and looked at him. Bart nodded and glanced over at me before whispering something else. Virgil's lips curled into a half-smile, and he looked directly at me. I looked down and passed him his bag of food. He pretended to overshoot so he'd touch my hand, and I grinned.

"You trying to sit with me?" Virgil asked. I nodded. He grabbed his food, and I plopped down next to him. I hadn't even noticed everyone moved to the other bed and the table. It was just Virgil and me. I tore my bag open, and he did the same while we ate our burgers. "You feelin' me, or was your cousin messing around?" I nodded, and he frowned.

"Yeah, I think you're seriously floating," I replied. Virgil looked down at his fries and chuckled.

"Floating? I think the word you're looking for is fly," he corrected before bouncing on the cheaply made bed. "Wait. You think I'm fly?" I giggled and nodded.

"Yeah... I'm not so good with slang, but if fly means cute and cool and all that other stuff, then yeah," I replied. Virgil smiled and nodded. We finished eating, and Virgil threw my trash away. Bart turned the tv on and gave me a thumb's up.

Virgil laid back on the pillows and patted the bed beside him. I lay next to him, and he offered for me to play a few games of Mr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine on his Sega Nomad while I waited for mine to charge. It was one of my favorite games, even if it was just for kids.

Thunder rattled the motel the whole night, but I don't think it kept us from sleeping. I dozed off next to Virgil. But when I woke up, I was between Ayla and Zoe. Zoe talked in her sleep, and Bart paced around the motel every few hours. Richie didn't sleep at all, but he pretended to. I waited until Bart was asleep to wriggle out of bed and wave him over.

"What's up?" Richie whispered as he sat at the foot of the bed.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" I asked as I leaned forward. He laughed it off, but I could tell something bothered him.

"Do you think we're gonna die?" Richie asked.

"Existentially or-?"

"Jenni, I'm serious. That guy sounded like he meant business," Richie whispered.

"He hasn't met me... I'll kill a man with my bare hands before I let someone hurt my cousin," I whispered, "You're staring at the real threat."

Richie's eyes widened, and I patted him on the cheek. "Sleep tight," I whispered. Richie returned to his bed, and I crawled back into my spot.

#fic #bloody valentines fic #Jenni Ognats #Bart Allen #Virgil Hawkins #Richie Foley #Ayla Ranzz #Zoe Saugin #losh #flashfam #static dc #Jenni Ognats/Virgil Hawkins #POV First Person #Unreliable Narrator(s) #Vampires #No Capes AU #90s Slasher AU #Homoeroticism #Horror #Slasher

[bubbleteaimagines]

Calling the Karasuno Boys an embarrassing nickname in front of their teammates

Karasuno Boys Headcanon

DIACHI SAWAMURA

You hadn’t meant to, honestly

It was late and you thought everyone had gone home by the time you and Daichi were leaving the gym

He was in charge of locking up, so when he was finished you grabbed his hand and sighed

“Pookie I can’t wait to get home and relax. Today’s been a long day~” You say, shaking your head

Daichi was going to agree, but then you both heard it and froze

A loud outburst of laughter, seemingly coming from the darkness caused you both to yelp

“Suga, Noya?” You stared at the boys in shock, your heart pounding as Suga went red from trying to hide his laughter and as Noya bent over in tears

“H-Hi guys,” Suga stuttered, looking over at a flustered Daichi with quivering lips

“What are you...what are you two still doing here?” Daichi tried for remain calm but his reddining cheeks gave him away. He prayed that they didn’t hear anything, but judging by Noya’s behavior, they did

“W-Well, we were gonna walk home with you guys since we live pretty close by but...” Noya laughed again, “It seems you two might want some alone time. Isn’t that right, Pookie?”

“Hey!” Daichi went beet red and you stared at him with wide eyes, an apologetic look on your face. “Don’t call me that- only...only Y/N can!”

“Oh yeah?” Noya took that as a challenge. Not being to hold it any longer, Suga burst out into laughter also

“I cannot...I cannot believe...!” He couldn’t even finish the sentence he was laughing so hard, and angry Daichi™️ immediately got activated

“Both of you shut up!” He yelled, fire practically blazing off of him. “Not another word or I’ll have run 100 laps!”

“Whatever you say~” Noya sang

“Pookie,” Suga finished, and then the two of them started laughing again. Daichi sighed

“I hate you,” He muttered darkly, but at this point you didn’t know if he was talking about them- or you

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

Suga was in the middle of practice and like the good partner you were, you sitting in the bleachers to cheer him

It had become a regular thing for you two after dating for almost a year and Suga loved it when you cheered him on

Typically, he always looked to you when he was having a bad day and today was that day

Suga wasn’t having a particularly good game, and his frustrations were evident on his face

Decideding to boost his morale a bit, you got up and called out, “You got this, Sugi-Bear!” for the top of your lungs when he went to serve again

You’d hoped it would boost his spirts, but all it did was cause Suga to pause, along with the rest of the boys

“Sugi...Bear?” Kageyama looked at the older boy with wide eyes, Suga horrified face matching his own

“Did Y/N just-”

“DUDE DID THEY JUST CALL YOU SUGI-BEAR? HA!” Tanaka crackled as the rest of his teammates grinned, even Coach Ukai suppressing a laugh

“No, no-!” Suga desperately tried to backtrack while you covered your mouth instantly, choking back a scream

Why did I do that? You wondered, but it was too late

Soon the whole gym was erupting in laughter, Kiyoko turning away to hide her giggles

“Dammit,” Suga put the ball down and sighed. “Daichi, can you please tell them to- Daichi?”

Suga was floored as he turned to his friend, expecting backup, only to find the captain clutching his stomach and leaning against Asahi to catch his breath

“I...Sorry Suga,” Daichi spit out in between laughs, shaking his head

“Well this is just great,” Suga groaned, burying his head in his hands. He knew now that he’d never live this down, so he figured from now on he’d practice his serves alone

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

You and Kageyama were in the middle of the courtyard eating lunch, but for some reason Kageyama didn’t look so good

“Babycakes? Do you want me to take you to the nurse?” You asked sympathetically, rubbing his back

“No, no it’s fine. Thank you though,” Kageyama nodded and leaned into your touch, relishing your cool hands

He almost looked peaceful, however it didn’t last as Hinata suddenly appeared out of nowhere, a wide grin on his face

“Did Y/N just call you...babycakes?” Hinata let a laugh, causing both you and Kageyama to stiffen. “And you didn’t...try to kill them?”

“Huh?!” Kageyama swerved around so face you thought it’d give him whiplash, glaring at Hinata with a deep blush on his face. “N-No they didn’t! That’s ridiculous! Get lost, carrot top!”

“Ha! They did! That’s why you’re blushing so hard!” Hinata howled, his outburst causing multiple people to look over at you guys

You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you, turning down your head as you stared at Kageyama apologetically

“I’m sorry, I guess that was too loud,” You said, but he was too busy arguing with Hinata and trying to strangle him to even pay attention anymore

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

It was late, you had just gotten back from (Y/C/N) practice and you went to the gym to find Tadashi

Usually, he’d walk you home at night and be waiting once you were finished. But today it looked like practice was running a little late for him so you knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer

“Huh? Oh it’s you,” Tsukishima didn’t mean to sound so rude, but you still flinched at his words

“Um, yeah. Is Yammie around?” You asked hesitantly, rubbing your arms. You were already thrown off a bit and didn’t really think as the nickname slipped passed your lips

“Uh...yeah he’s- wait a second. Yammie?” Your eyes widened as you realized your mistake, just as Yamaguchi came running over

“Tsukki, who is it?” He asked, before his eye settled on you and a wide smile grew on his face. “Oh hey Y/N! Practice is about to end soon, I’ll be out!”

“O-Okay,” You stuttered, avoiding eye contact with Tsukki as you stepped inside of the gym

“What’s wrong?” Yamaguchi frowned, noticing your embarrassed demeanor

“Well, don’t take this wrong way but-”

“Do you really let them call you Yammie?” Tsukishima interrupted you, causing both of you to freeze

Unfortunately, he had said it loud enough to attract the attention of everyone else and all eyes were on you guys, Tadashi becoming a stuttering and blushing mess

“What?! W-Where did you hear that? They don’t call me Yammie! That’s ridiculous, Tsukki!”

You both were horrified as laughter began to erupt throughout the gym, his teammates obviously getting a kick out of the nickname

“I’m sorry,” You turned to Yamaguchi the same time as Tsukishima did

“I didn’t mean to say it that loud,” Tsukishima said, tossing a glare towards Hinata as he laughed the loudest

“I-It’s alright. Hopefully they’ll forget about it tomorrow,” Tadashi stuttered, but spoiler alert: they didn’t

TANAKA RYUNOSUKE

You smiled as you heard the doorbell ring, indicating that your boyfriend was finally here to pick you up

Smoothing out your uniform, you took one last look in the mirror before running to the door and tearing it open

“Lovebug! You’re here early!” You exclaim, but you weren’t really complaining as you threw yourself into his arms and smiled at him

“U-Uh, yeah, yeah we are. I stopped by to walk with Noya,” He explained, embarrassment growing on his face

By the time you pulled away, the name had already registered in Noya’s mind and he burst out laughing, much to Tanaka’s annoyance

“Lovebug? You told me Y/N didn’t have any nicknames for you!” He howled, whilst holding his stomach. “Man, this is gold. Mind if I call him that too, Y/N?”

“I...” You didn’t really know what to say, but you did feel bad for Tanaka a little

“Shut up!” He growled, grabbing his friend by the collar and shaking him. “That nicknames cute, alright?! And I love it when Y/N calls me that so shut up dammit!”

“Okayy~” You had a feeling this would not be the last of hearing about this. And what do you know- all the boys seemed to be holding in laughter later that day when you entered the gym

“So, Lovebug huh?” Asahi grinned at you

“Shut up!”

ASAHI AZUMANE

The celebratory dinner was going great- all the boys seemed to be really enjoying themselves but you noticed that Asahi was going a little fast

“Bubbie? Slow down a little- you’re gonna choke,” You giggle a little, shaking your head at him

“Oh, yeah, right,” Asahi lowered his bowl and chuckled, but he wasn’t the one that ended up choking

Daichi, who was sitting right next to you guys, started choking on his barbecue

“Cap?” Asahi patted his back a little to help him out, “You alright?”

“Bubbie?” Daichi managed to speak through his coughing, causing the tips of Asahi’s ears to go completely red

“Uh...I...I can explain!” Asahi stuttered out, staring at him with wide eyes

“Explain what?” Suga poked his head in and looked back and forth between them

“N-Nothing!” All three of you squeaked out, turning your backs to him and resuming on your food. Daichi and Asahi were bright red, meanwhile you were pretending you were just grateful Daichi didn’t blab

“Well okay...” You could tell Suga was suspicious but slowly he let it go. Daichi however, grew a wide smile on his face as everything began to sink in

“That’s quite a nickname you got going for yourself,” He commented, just when you thought it had died down

“Yeah, well,” Asahi scratched the back of his face. You felt so bad- he looked like a tomato! “I’d appreciate it if we kept this between us, yeah?”

“Yeah, you got it,” Daichi grinned and nodded, causing Asahi to breathe a sigh of relief, “Bubbie.”

HINATA SHOYO

Hinata had a match and unfortunately you couldn’t make it, so he opted to FaceTime you instead right before the game was starting

“Good luck Cutiepie! I know you’ll do great!” You shouted through the screen, smiling brightly

Hinata beamed and nodded his head quickly, forgetting that he had you in speakerphone

“Thanks, babe!” He shouted, just as Kageyama walked by, his jaw dropped to the floor

“Cutepie?” He said in disbelief, and Hinata whipped around so quickly the screen became blurry for a moment

“Crap!” Panic bubbled up inside of the orange-haired boy as a sly smirk grew on Kageyama’s face. “That wasn’t for you to hear!”

“Obviously not, Cutiepie,” Kageyama grinned, barking out a laugh that caused the others to stare in disbelief

“Is he...” Tsukishima started

“...Laughing?” Noya finished, tilting his head a little

All the boys were scared, and slightly alarmed when Kageyama doubled over as Hinata yelled at him

“Shut up! It’s not funny!” Your boyfriend yelled, shaking his hands

“What’s going on here?” Coach Uaki raised an eyebrow

“He-”

“Shut up Kageyama!”

“Y/N calls Hinata their Cutiepie!” Tobio yelled out, causing Coach Uaki to sputter back a laugh

“They what now?” All the other boys turned their backs so angry Hinata couldn’t see them absolutely losing it

“You butt-wipe! You weren’t supposed to tell anybody!” Hinata yelled while you tried to surpress your giggles

“Shoyo baby It’s okay, that just means you gotta kick their asses 10x harder,” You reminded him, trying to cheer him up

But the damage was already done

Nobody was ever gonna let that go, especially not Kageyama. And even though you weren’t there for the match, Hinata told you later on how even the other team started teasing him for it

But at least they won, though

NISHINOYA YU

It wasn’t even you that outed him, it was Kiyoko lmao

She was picking up some stuff around the gym and there just so happened to be a volleyball underneath the bench he was sitting on, so she asked him to hand it to her politely

“Nishi-boo, can you please hands me that?” The minute she said it, it was like the entire gym just froze

The sound of arguing and volleyballs thumping around decreased, and suddenly all eyes were on Noya and Kiyoko as they both stuttered out excuses, clearly embarrassed

“I-I mean, Nishinoya, I didn’t-”

“She doesn’t- she didn’t mean-”

Tanaka was looking at his friend with eyes so big you’d think they were saucers. Exclaiming loudly, he yelled, “WHAT DID SHE JUST CALL YOU?”

“Nishi-boo?” Asahi frowned. “I thought only Y/N called you that.”

“YOU KNEW?!” Both Noya and Tanaka exclaimed, causing Asahi to flinch

“I am so sorry,” Kiyoko tried desperately to apologize to a dumbstruck Nishinoya, “I-It’s just- that’s the last thing I heard Y/N call you before practice today and it just slipped out. I’m really sorry!”

“N-No need,” Noya stuttered, his cheeks a dangerous shade of red, “I-It was an accident, right?”

“YOU THREE HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!” Tanaka pointed at Kiyoko, Noya and Asahi

“IM NOT EXPLAINING ANYTHING SO JUST FORGET ABOUT IT OKAY?” Noya yelled back, but it was too late

The age of him being addressed Nishi-boo had already started. And the one leading the charge?

Why that was Tanaka of course!

TSUKISHIMA KEI

It wasn’t like you meant to expose him

But when Tsukki snuck up on you one day right after he had just finished practicing, you couldn’t but exclaim, “Tsukki-Bear? What are you doing?!”

Cue you spinning around to see practically the entire Karasuno team standing there, frozen in time

“Did I...hear that correctly?” Hinata stuttered, jaw dropped

“Did they just call you...?” Kageyama asked, wide-eyed

“TSUKKI-BEAR?!” They yelled at the same time, bursting out into laughter as Tsukishima scowled

“Y/N...” He turned to you and sighed as they crackled up behind him, the older boys trying to hide their laughter

Ennoshita was the first to crack, Suga following behind as they leaned on each other for support

Even Daichi and Asahi were stunned, but at least they tried to help

“H-Hey that’s not nice to make fun of him,” Asahi stuttered, but it was blocked out by Hinata’s laughter

“I cannot believe...one of the meanest and tallest people I know is called Tsukki-Bear,” He gasped out

“Ugh. Shut up!” Tsukishima rolled his eyes, rubbing at his temples. “So what if I’m called that? It’s just a freaking nickname! You guys are immature!”

“You tell them Tsukki-Bear!” Yamaguchi yelled out, only to realize his mistake a second later, “I-I mean...”

This caused a whole new round of laughter to ring out and Tsukishima grabbed your hand roughly

“Come on. Let’s go,” He growled, dragging you off

“Tsukki! Y/N! Wait up!” Yamaguchi quickly followed

It was safe to say that Tsukki didn’t talk to the team for three days after that, but hey- At least they had something to hold over him now

#daichi x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #daichi sawamura #sugawara koshi #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi tadashi x reader #tanaka ryunosuke x reader #tanaka x reader #tanaka ryunosuke #asahi azumane #asahi x reader #asahi azumane x reader #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo #hinata shoyo x reader #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yu x reader #nishinoya yu #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Sparks Pt. 4

Summary: Peter Maximoff comes back after a weekend at home to find Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters crowded and booming with noise. He decides to investigate and finds out that it's orientation day for new students. He sees you and immediately is head over heels, but in his attempts to impress you he embarrasses himself beyond belief and runs off before you can even introduce yourself.

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All the new students chatted excietley among themselves wondering what you guys were being called to the garden for. There were only a handful of you guys about 20 or so but when it comes to mutants that number was massive. You too were excited to find out what was going on, you tried your best to ignore the slight feeling of embarrassment you had, you had almost told Peter you thought he was cute. A part of you was relieved that Jubilee had spared you of a possible rejection but the other half wondered what his reaction would have been. 

“What ya thinking ‘about?” You felt yourself jump up at the sudden noise, scaring Jubilee who was holding onto your arm. You whipped your head to the side to see Peter standing there leaning on Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt pushed him off and went behind you squeezing next to Jubilee muttering about how everyone took advantage of his powers and never thanked him. You shot him a smile as he passed by and he returned it. If only you could have seen the way Peter’s disappeared for a moment, before snapping right back when you turned to face him again. 

He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Professor X pulling up at the front of the crowd. “Thank you all for coming, I hope you have all met your roommates and hopefully were able to get acquainted before I interrupted you all. Well before Peter interrupted you all.” Everyone laughed and Peter gave a little bow and waved like he was the queen of england. “So what we will be doing is a display of abilities for our new students.” Everyone started whispering at this but Professor X put his hand up as a signal for silence. “I know it can be unnerving especially if you still can’t fully control your powers. But this will give me and the students here a chance to see what your abilities are and what your skill level is at. That way I can assign you to the appropriate classes and you can find students with similar powers or struggles to help you while you are here at this school.” He smiled at the crowd, hoping to ease their nervousness. “When you come up give us a short introduction and then a small display of your powers. Who would like to go first?” The crowd fell silent, everyone absolutely hated the idea of telling the whole school about yourself and then showing your powers. “Come on now, one of you has to get it started.” 

“(y/n) wants to go!” Peter blurted out. 

“Excellent,” Xavier exclaimed. “Come on up Dear.”

Your eyes widened, shaking your head rapidly back and forth. Peter reached for your hand and gave it a little squeeze pulling you closer so he could whisper in your ear. “It’s better if you go first, you get it out of the way and you don't have that feeling of dread while everyone else is going.” You gave him a skeptical look, he gave you a reassuring smile. You yielded and gave him a quick nod. The crowd parted to make way for you as you awkwardly walked to the front. “Hi my name is (y/n) (y/l/n). I am 19 years old and I enjoy painting and I really like movies.” You felt your hands shaking slightly. You always hated doing these introductions, and it wasn't helping that the crowd was so quiet. 

“I love movies!” Peter shouted, easing the tension. You looked up from your feet to see his beaming face. “Do you like Karate Kid!” You laughed, as did the crowd. You were grateful that he was trying to make you feel more comfortable. 

“Yeah I like Karate kid.” You responded. 

“Do you like Daniel or Johnny!?” He shouted again. “Cause I personally prefer-”

“Peter!” Xavier interrupted, glaring at him. “Stop.” 

“This conversation isn't over!” Everyone continued to laugh at Peter’s antics, the feeling of nervousness you had had was long gone. 

“Anyway,” Professor X did his best to redirect the conversation back to what it was originally intended to be. “If you don’t mind Ms. (y/l/n), show us what your abilities are. 

“Yeah okay.” You gave him a nervous smile and took a deep breath. “My powers aren’t all that strong. But I don’t mind,” You looked around for how to display your power, it was getting dark in the garden, there were lights in the garden but they were very dull and gave off very little light. You held your hands out slightly, a soft light surrounded your hands and you flicked your wrist up. The small action caused light to pour from the lamp posts, illuminating the whole garden and allowing everyone to see clearly. You could now see Peter beaming at you, his smile the brightest thing in the garden. “I can manipulate electricity.” You explained letting the lights dim slightly. “It’s a weaker version of the power so I can’t actually wield electricity and form it into what I want, but I can affect things that require it.” You made the lights dance softly and flicker on and off. “I can also do this other thing but I need a volunteer.” You admitted face burning with a slight embarrassment. You don't really like showing off. 

“I’ll do it!” Kurt’s hand shot up in the air, he beat Peter to volunteering. His hand was paused slightly before he lowered it. Jubilee shot Peter a knowing look at seeing his disappointed face. He avoided her gaze. Kurt poofed form where he was to the front of the crowd right next to you. You wave the smoke away and take his hand in yours. As soon as they connect a slight shock goes through you to him and Kurt’s hair stands comply on edge from the electric shock. “This is amazing!” You giggled at his reaction and he gave you a toothy smile. Peter formed look at you and the way you looked at lane another, from here it was hard to tell if it was one of admiration or one of affection. An unknown feeling settled into Peter’s chest as he watched you two hold hands. Something he couldn't quite place. 

“I can send electric charges to people that I come in contact with.” You explained. “It can range anywhere from a small shock out of nerves or a full on electrical shock, with the same power that a defibrillator can distribute.” You let go of Kurt’s hands and his hair fell back down. “If I can control it then the power wears off when I stop touching them but if it's out of nerves or shock it may leave their hair standing up.” Peter remembered how his hair had stayed on end when you had held his hand.

“Thank you (y/n). That is a very fascinating power. “Xavier gave you a gentle smile and you returned it before making your way back to Jubilee. She complimented your powers and said that you guys were meant to be friends and roommates because your powers were similar. Professor X called up another student and they gave a quick display similar to yours. It went on until everyone had gone and you were at least familiar with one another. Professor dismissed you guys yet again and informed you that dinner would be served in the hall. Tonight's meal was going to be grilled cheese and tomato soup. 

“Grilled cheese?” Jubilee whined. “I’m so sick of grilled cheese they serve the same food every week.” Jubilee looked around to make sure nobody was near. “What do you say we get some real food?”

“But I thought we weren't allowed to leave campus.” You questioned.

“That’s just a suggestion, if you can find a way out who says you have to stay.” Peter said pushing himself between you two, hands slung over both of yours shoulders. Jubilee shrugged him off and he settled for just having his arms around you pulling you even closer in a side hug. “Let us show ya some fun newbie.” 

You bit your lip debating it. While you were thinking Kurt and two other students made their way over to you all. You remembered the guy and the girl from the earlier demonstration from the x-men. It was Scott and Jean. 

“What are you guys talking about?” Scott asked as he came closer. 

“Prison break.” Peter answered. “That is if (y/n) here agrees to letting us show her a good time. The x-men way.” All eyes were on you awaiting your response. A wave of excitement rushed over you.

“Alright let’s do it!” They all cheered. 

“I’ll drive!” Peter shouted. 

“No!” everyone yelled back, you let out a laugh. This was going to be fun.

I hope y’all enjoyed this chapter! Peter was interrupted before he got to say if he liked Johnny or Daniel from Karate kid? Who do you think he prefers 👀 who do you prefer ? I’m a Johnny girl myself

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff fanart #peter maximoff fluff #peter maximoff headcanon #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff fanfiction #marvel #quicksilver #evan peters #quicksilver xmen #marvel fanfiction #jubilee xmen #xmen fanfiction #quicksilver xmen x reader #kurt wagner x reader #kurt wagner #evan peters fanfiction

[selfindulgentfanfiction]

What Can I Do? (William One Shot)

WARNING: CONTAINS MINOR SPOILERS OF LOVE UNHOLYC. Please be advised reading if you have not completed at least one route past day 7. I based this off of one of William’s side stories called “A Smiling Master and a Heartbroken Butler”. It isn’t relevant enough to the side story to be a spoiler for it.

Fandom: Love Unholyc Character(s): William and MC (unnamed and gender neutral) NSFW: No Description: Slight AU where even after spending 7 days with Sol, Leo, and Hi, MC still chooses William to be their partner for their Coming of Age ceremony. However, due to William losing his adult body during the day, he distances himself from MC and refuses the second time to be their partner.

“Master?” William knocked on MC’s door 3 times before opening the door. They always scolded him for not knocking, so William was doing as he was ordered; knocking. However, he never nailed the timing on when he should enter. MC was lucky he knocked in the first place, he humored.

William wasn’t expected for the sight in front of him.

The room was empty. No master in sight. Not only were they no where to be found, but the room was mysteriously picked up. All of MC’s dirty clothes were in the hamper and their gaming desk was free of any and all debris or food. 

It wasn’t clean by any means, but it was suspiciously clean for his master.

William knew that MC was in their home 360 out of 365 days a year, but he felt panic swell in his chest. He was concerned for his master’s safety, but the thought of her with those humans made him feel even more insecure.

William’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out swiftly and almost dropped it. He cursed to himself before reading a message from his master.

MC: LIAM! MC: I’ll be home later. I have some things to do. MC: I know you haven’t been speaking to me much since you had to reverse time, but I understand.

William felt a tightness in his stomach at that. He didn’t know that MC noticed his distance, but even more so, he didn’t expect them to understand.

MC: Anyway, I picked everything up in my room. I ate before I left as well and I’ll eat before I get home, so don’t worry about making me anything. MC: I even braided my own hair today! You should be proud! (^-^) MC: Anyway, there’s no need to do anything today. Just take it easy, okay?~ MC: Oh, that’s an order from your master, by the way.

William stiffened. What was this? Why has his master done this? They’ve never done this before. William had so many questions that his head began to spin.

Then, he caught a glance of his reflection in the mirror. William clenched his fist at the sight in front of him.

The young boy in the mirror glowered back at William. He didn’t regret turning back time to save his master from Eater. He would do it a thousand more times. There was no price he wouldn’t pay for his master. He can’t help but wish that he paid any other price other than this one.

He was hundreds of years old, but during the day, he’s stuck in the body of his younger self. He also sacrificed half of his power when he turned back time. Due to his smaller stature, doing chores during the day was more difficult than ever. Keeping up with his master and a mansion in the state of his body was difficult work and often resulted in William cleaning well into the early hours of the morning. He would rest for a couple of hours before waking up to prepare MC’s breakfast. He complained out loud about how hard work has been, but he hadn’t expected his master to notice.

William looked around MC’s room. It was full of random items, all items he’d bought for them. He didn’t mind spoiling them. His master was unmatched as an Unholyc even if they didn’t realize it, managing to attract three partners on their first try for their Coming of Age ceremony. Out of all of the things they could be doing, his master plays games. He doesn’t think this is a bad thing. William’s brow furrowed at the memory of the humans. Leo, Sol, and Hi irritated him more than he could put into words.

William closed his eyes. He found the humans to be ungrateful and troublesome. He remembers how he came to be in charge of the 3 dogs.

-The day MC found their humans-

“Master, get up.” William pulled the comforter of the bed back to reveal a sleepy master, fighting him tooth and nail on getting out of bed.

“No!” MC fought, refusing to open their eyes. They rolled onto their side with a huff.

“You have to find a partner for your Coming of Age ceremony. Or, did you already forget? I swear, master. It’s like you intentionally stress me out.” William sighed. “Please, master. It’s time for breakfast and then the car will be ready for you.”

MC sniffled. Even though they weren’t facing William, he could tell they were frowning. “Why do I have to find a partner?” MC asks quietly. Their voice was laced with sleep and something else that William couldn’t place.

William did his best to hide the annoyance in his tone. “You have to in order to complete your ceremony. You have to have a ceremony to become a full fledged Unholyc. Do we need to have this lesson again?” William teased. He knew his master did not want to have that lesson again, but sometimes getting a rise out of them made them rise out of bed.

MC suddenly turned to face William. Their face was flushed and tears pricked the corners of their eyes. William’s eyes widened at them.

They looked angry at him.

“Why? Why do I need to go find a partner? Can’t Liam be my partner?” MC asked, brow furrowed.

Liam was completely taken aback by his master’s sudden boldness. He managed to open his mouth anyway.

“If my master commands it, I will be.”

MC’s face fell. “I see. Forget I said anything, then.” They got out of bed, refusing to meet William’s eye. “I’ll get ready. Please get out so I can change.”

William studied his master’s back before exiting, softly shutting the door behind him. He stood outside of their door for a few moments, gathering himself. He didn’t appreciate his master playing with his emotions like that. He didn’t want to hold out false hope of one day ending up with his master for eternity.

He didn’t want to be like that stupid butler of Shallotte’s, Pierce.

William sighed to himself. They probably only said that because they were too lazy to leave, and William was the easiest option for them since he lived with them already.

MC requested to eat in their room before they went to find their partner. William scolded them for eating meals in their room, however, it was just to mask how sore his chest felt. Truth be told, he didn’t want his master to find a partner. He wanted to be the only one to channel acme into them. He wanted to be their partner for her ceremony, and for their lives.

He wouldn’t admit this, however. He was fine being their butler forever, as long as he could remain by MC’s side.

No matter what, he just wants to be by their side. He won’t be selfish with his relationship with his master. He would only be selfish with being by their side. He told himself to never wish for more and kept the romantic feelings he had for his master buried as far as he could.

MC returned from their hunt for a partner with not only one, but three.

Not only three, but three humans.

William’s blood burned. Not only would be have to share his master, he would have to share them with three humans?

After they excused themselves to MC’s room, William quickly shut the door behind them. He couldn’t watch them channeling their acme into his master.

-

William’s gaze fell upon MC’s dresser. Before he had to reverse time, this had been where MC placed the gift he gave them on the day of their Coming of Age ceremony.

Even after spending 7 days with those humans, his master still chose him. After all of the hoops they jumped through for those humans, his master still chose him.

Liam sat on MC’s bed before curling himself up in her sheets. When he turned back time and realized what happened to his body, he couldn’t be their partner this time around. One of the humans would have to do it.

He couldn’t protect them like that anymore. He couldn’t provide for them in that way anymore.

Is that why they left today? Is that why they cleaned up after themselves? Were they preparing themselves for a life without William in it?

That must be why she chose the same three humans when he turned back time. They were choosing someone else they could spend eternity with.

-Coming of Age Ceremony-

Sol, Leo, and Hi held a gift out to MC. MC eyed all of them with surprise before tilting their head to the side. “For me?” They asked. All three of the men nodded.

“It’s your special day, my dear.” Leo piped up. “How could we not spoil you today? Especially with how cute you look!” Hi added. “After all you’ve done for us, it’s the least we could do for you, MC.” Sol finished.

William held a hand out in front of his master.

“You can only choose one gift today. Due to it being the day of your ceremony, you must choose the gift from whoever you want your partner to be for your ceremony. Choose one and make it quick.” William explained.

MC bit the inside of their cheek. They looked troubled. They were nervously fidgeting with their hands and shifting back and forth.

“Master.” William spoke up. “Just choose the one from whomever you like the best.”

“But-” MC started before stopping again. “How do I choose only one?”

“What does your heart say, master?” William asked them.

MC looked at William with tinted cheeks. “D- Did you get me a gift, Liam?”

William’s eyes widened along with the eyes of all three humans.

“I....” William trailed off. MC stared at them, urging him to continue. “....Did. I did get you a gift. However, it was a while back ago, since we’ve been waiting many years for this ceremony and all-”

“Please, can I have it?” MC cut him off. “I- I want you to be my partner. But only if you want to be my partner!” MC started fumbling over their words. “I didn’t want to order you to be my partner. I wanted you to want to be my partner.” They added softly. William barely picked up the last part. William began his ascent up the staircase.

“Excuse me for a moment.” He said over his shoulder.

William went to his room before grabbing the carefully wrapped gift. He’d gotten this for MC long ago and would re-wrap it every so often so that it still looked new. He didn’t think he would ever be giving this to them. He wasn’t going to hold back or allow MC to change their mind a second time.

William felt foolish. If he’d have just said yes to MC a week ago, he never would have had to deal with those humans. He never would have had to share his master with anyone. He wanted to make them happy over everything else, though. He didn’t know if they would be happy being his partner or if they were just scared to go find a new one.

Either way, he should have kept his mouth shut.

Descending back down the stairs, William gently took his master’s hand and led them away from the commotion and into the hallway. MC’s face was flushed and William couldn’t hold back his smile.

“Master,” William started, taking their hand in his. “In order for me to be your partner, we must first be under contract.” 

MC’s eyes widened. They must have just come to this realization. “Oh!” They exclaim. “Is it okay to do it this late into my ceremony?”

“Considering all of the steps you’ve messed up this week, breaking one more rule shouldn’t make a difference. You know the magic words, master.” William guided MC to a chaise in the hallway and knelt down in front of them. “Bind me with a contract.”

After MC recited the magic words, William felt his entire body flooding with acme. Even though he’s a few hundred years old, this feeling was new. Acme was coursing through his veins as he gazed upon his master. He’s always loved his master without question, but this feeling was different than anything he’s felt before.

Lust. Protective. Adoration. Fear. Yearning. Love.

He understood why those humans would sacrifice themselves for his master after knowing them a short time. The admiration he was feeling toward his master was almost unbearable.

William took MC’s hand in his before planting a kiss on the back of their hand. When his lips met their skin, he began to let his acme pour from him. 

“I, William, accept this contract to be MC’s partner.” He verbally signed his contract with his master before placing his lips back on their hand.

He was trying to hold back the best he could, but several years of pent up one-sided love was flowing out of him at an unstoppable speed. MC moaned, burying their face into their shoulder to muffle the sounds. William trailed his lips up MC’s arm, allowing his acme to pour into them with each kiss.

Wrist.

Forearm.

Bicep.

With one final kiss to the shoulder, William forces himself to pull back. His master’s face was flushed, mouth open as they were panting. William leaned up and placed his forehead onto MC’s.

“Liam.” They whined his name. It was music to his ears.

“Yes, master. I am here.”

-

“Liam?” MC gently shook William’s shoulder. He was sleep in their bed, glasses still on his face and hair disheveled. William’s eyes opened and fixed on the room around him. It was dark outside and he had grown into his adult body when he was napping.

“Master,” William called out to them softly. “What else can I do?”

MC’s eyebrows knitted together as they sat next to William on their bed. “What do you mean?”

William couldn’t help himself. He wrapped his arms around their waist and buried his face into their side.

“What else can I do so that you’ll want me to stay?” He asked them. He felt his chest swelling with each passing second, waiting for them to tell him to leave their room, waiting for them to yell at him in disgust.

However, to William’s surprise, MC smiled softly at him.

“Did you spend your entire day off in here?” They asked him softly, smoothing his hair down with their fingers. William’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the contact but he forced himself to look MC in the eye before nodding. When he snapped out of his daze, his eyes narrowed.

“Day off?” He questioned. He raised his eyebrows at them when he finally registered what they were saying.

“Yes, your day off. What did you think today was? I told you to relax!” They scold him playfully, poking him in the side with their finger.

“So, you were trying to give me a break?” William attempted to get clarification. He was just wallowing in self pity all day for potentially nothing.

MC sighed at him. “I know how hard it’s been adjusting to your body. You’ve looked after me for so long now, and I’m sorry I haven’t been looking after you as well.”

William felt a lump develop in his throat. He tried to swallow.

“You don’t have to do that, master.” William stated. “It’s my job to look after you.”

“True, but it’s my job as someone who loves you to notice when you’re struggling and take some of the burden off.” MC stated back. William’s eyes widened at his master, staring at them with a mix of wonder and admiration for a moment before composing himself.

“I know you’re holding back because of the circumstances, but I will always love you.” MC continued. “I’m going to work hard this week to try and help you get your body back. We will find a way. Then, I want Liam to be my partner again.”

William’s grip tightened on his master.

“I will always be master’s butler. So please, never stop needing me.” He mumbled into their side. “I love you, MC. Let me stay by your side.”

MC rubbed his back affectionately. “And master will always be Liam’s master.”

#love unholyc #love unholyc william #love unholyc fanfiction #love unholyc fluff #love unholyc one shot #william x mc #william x reader #william fluff #william love unholyc

[marigold-doms]

Could I request an ATEEZ one? How would they react (as doms) when y/n disobeys/is a bad girl? Thank you so much!

A/n: I’ve never done reactions before but... there’s always a first! I ALSO went ahead and added what type of dom I think Ateez would be.... guys, I had a liiiiiittle toO much fun with this.... I apologize in advance if some members aren’t that elaborated. You guys can always request for more... [PLZ. Plz REQUEST MORE LIKE THIS i had fun:)]

(Know that these are based off of the interpretation and personal opinions that I have of the members)

||ATEEZ Reacts|| to their S/O being a bad girl

Hongjoong:

Manipulative/sadistic!dom

When you’re a bad gorRL... Hongjoong is def not the type to say anything about your behavior out loud. You’ll just know.

By the look he gives you. The way he reacts to you. Even the way his hand goes to grab at your side when your in public.

He just has his subtle ways of reminding you that you’re crossing the line.

He’s traditional. 3 strikes and you’re out. Meaning if you refuse to listen to his warnings the first three times. You better pray that when you finally arrive home the he’ll be too tried to actually punish your dumbass.

In which-he never fails to do.

You know how he threatens the members by telling them “come to my room after this.”?

Girl don’t be surprised when he lowers his lips against your ear to whisper “I better find your disobedient ass in my room after they leave.” Literally as the members hang out and have a good ol time in your apartment.

He doesn’t like repeating himself and when he punishes you he definitely makes it a point to make sure your know what your did wrong.

Hongjoong is the type not only to make you count as he spanks you but he’s the type to make you say “I’m sorry daddy for *insert terrible sin*.” After every hit.

His smirk grows wider from the increasing amount of tears that flow from your eyes. (Kinky mans)

I personally love a sadistic dom lol besides the point

He probably likes when you tell him that it hurts.

“Good. I want you to hurt, sweetheart.”

“Daddy can’t hear you. Moan louder for me.”

The type to tease you and when you least expect it, enTeR you. nO prep. LIKE DAMN.

Questions you. “Such a bad girl... I didn’t even touch you.” Hongjoong sharply rotates his hips against your dripping core. Filling your walls as he stuffs himself to the hilt. “who told you to get this wet for me?

No one asked but ...he’d eat it out after fucking all of his cum into you.... okeiii NEXT-

Seonghwa:

HARD!dom

I wouldn’t want to cross daddy Seonghwa if i were you.

Not only is he sadistic boy number 1 here, he’s also a power bottom.

You can be one of two types of a bad girl.

One: a helpless submissive with absolutely NO dominate tendencies in her what so ever or TWO: the sub where BRAT is literally her first, middle, and last name.

Too bad for the both of you- Seonghwa has a solution (read:punishment) for both

“Fine.” His intense eyes glare at you as he finally stops holding your wrists above your head. “Since you want to be like this, Get on top of me.”

You: 👁👄👁huh?

You’ll either be shocked or jump at the opportunity to take the small ounce of control that he’s letting you have.

Whatever you choose, He uses this to his advantage. Once you’ve settled yourself on top of him and he’s fully inside of you, he makes sure that he has your full attention before devastatingly telling you “You better not slow down or I’m. Not. Fucking. You.”

Yunho:

SOFT!dom🥺....😳

In the most disappointed voice, “Baby, what did I tell you about not listening to me?”

His form of punishment.... NO. TOUCHING. AT. ALL.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s a soft boy...buT THAT DON’T MEAN HE AINT KINKY. (Kinky... but make it PRETTY)

He’ll tie you up with cute little silk ties and make sure your legs are parted as he settles in between.

Baby. Get ready for sum sensory overload because this boy LOVEs to tease you.

Those slow...soft, gentle kisses and strokes to the inner parts of your thighs. All leading up to your leaking-DESPERATE core.

-only to go RIGHT back up to your shaking knees.

30 minutes to a whole hOUr. He will keep your toes curling from the LACK of “center” attention.

Your panties completely soaked through and the most he’s done is breathe over your aching folds.

It wrecks him just as much as he wrecks you.

DONT GET ME STARTED ON THIS MAN’S SIZE kINK. (Thank you giant line for giving atinys size kinks)

You wont even have to trigger him for this. As soon as his hand goes to cup over your tiny core. He groANs.

“...You’re so fragile and tiny, princess...” His hands travel over your goosebumped navel. “My cock would break this tiny, innocent body of yours...”

He LIVES for the reaction that your innocence has from his dirty talk (is that a corruption kink I see👀??) that crimson flush that your face has or the way your eyes tear up. He just UGH! He almost wants to give you something you don’t deserve.

“But... only good girls deserve daddy’s dick.”

You plead to him that you’re a good girl and it’s just MUSIC to his ears. But he likes to play with his food before he devours it.

“Maybe I shouldn’t make love to you, baby... You couldn’t possibly take all of me.”

[IM SHUDDERING GUYS I WANT HIM TO BREAk-]

Anyways.

He just wants to see all the disobedience and brattiness leave your body before he finally fills your needy cunt with his warm cum😳

Yeosang:

Rigger!dom (lowkey a cocky shit too. I see him tying his sub up and teasing her like that)

“I don’t care. Ass up, face down.” The vibrator buzzes through your body as he forcefully presses it against your unexpectant clit.

Our precious dom Yeosang here loves to admire how much of a mess your body can make with barely lifting a finger over you.

It’s the opposite and he doesn’t even make contact with your skin.

You decided to act up and you also decided to test his limits by questioning his authority over you.

Granted he doesn’t use toys often but thats why it’s called a punishment.

You don’t get what you want.

Yeosang knows that what you really want is the rock hard dick throbbing inside of his pants.

He gets “mad” at the mess you make from cummming. “That’s all, baby? You can cum from this useless little toy?”

Yeosang lowers his face to level with yours as your high spirals. Making sure to flash you a contradicting smile. “Guess you don’t need my dick then.”

He ties you up, cuffs you, latches you-honestly you can pick— and make sure that you are completely unable to move.

Bitch. He’ll masterbate in front of you and force you to watch him please himself.

“You had your fill, Doll.”

With your arms above your head and legs spread for him to bask in the pool leaking out of your wetness, he’d bring himself closer and closer to the edge. Until finally coming over to you, getting between your legs...and releasing his cum all over your deprived body.

You’d whine and try to twist out of your restraints, feeling totally wronged.

Not to worry tho. Yeosang loves punishing you, just not as much as he loves fucking his cum into you.

“I think my bad little girl’s had enough.” Spreading his cum over your stomach.

“You deserve a good fuck.”

San:

EVIL!dom

He LOVES when you’re bad.

It gives him a reason to punish you and release the sadistic beast inside of him.

Degrading, dirty talk, overstimulation, spanking, face slapping, teasing....

I could go on but i wanna save the suspense for when you talk back to him-

He’ll chuckle. “So you think it’s funny?” San seems like the type to grab your hair to get your attention so he’d hold your hair in his hands as he forces you to look at him. “We’ll see how funny it is when my dick is fucking into your delinquent little mouth, princess.”

Contrasting stimulus

-and what i mean by that is:

He’ll be pounding into you ruthlessly while whispering so gently into you ear like “look how pretty my girl looks with my dick filling you up...aww baby, you look absolutely adorable...”

LIAHSIFUKGSIFLYAGf-I’m fine

Orders you do do things that are basically impossible. Fully aware that you’ll never be able to obey even if you wanted to.

“You better not cum all over my cock with your filthy little pussy.”

....obviously, you cum around his dick and he takes your face into his hands and slaps you for disobeying as he keeps rutting himself into you.

“Aww...” Watches your eyes tear up from the overstimulation. “My pretty toy can’t take what daddy gives her....”

He stops momentarily to shower your tear-stained face with kisses-

“Too bad my bad baby... “ His hips begin to rock into you with a vice. A devilish smile spreading across his face as he sees the mess he’s making of you. “ You’re giving me another one.”

UUUPMH

Mingi:

Cocky!dom

This tall punk loves knowing that he’s the one messing you up.

Add the size kink and there you go!

He’s talking all kinds of “damn babygirl, look how fucked out you are because of me.” Or “I am I too much to handle that you’re near tears?”

borderline degrading but with a tasteful amount of self praise that lowkey gets him more hot than you actually telling him that.

What a Leo.

AnYWAYS

When you’re being bad.... Mingi is not his name.

You call him one of two things.

“Master” and/or “Sir”

He does not answer you unless you call him either of those things.

“I think my pretty little fucktoy forgot how to address her superior....”

I have a feeling that there will be a lot of orgasm denial

He’ll draw you deliciously to the edge at LEAST 3 times before he’ll even consider letting you cum.

He won’t be satisfied until he thinks you’ve had enough.

Which is-trust me- probably too much for your body to handle but hey-

YOU DECIDED TO PISS HIM OFF SO WHOS FAULT IS THAT?

—but also... rag doll y/n??? Anyone??? No?? just me?👁👄👁ok—

-more over

He might have slight sadistic tendencies but it’s more for pleasure than it is for actually inflicting pain unto you.

He’s a little soft in that aspect because he would hate to think that he’s harming his lovely baby

Mingi basically wants you putty in his hands

Once you’ve finished playing the back and forth between who’s truly in charge, it’s basically a battle of who can make the other more of a mess.

I genuinely think that dom Mingi is the type to start out punishing you but by the time he’s lost in the pleasure of it all, he loses it and completely showers you orgasm after orgasm.

Talk about making a punishment into a fun-ishment.

Wooyoung:

Degrading!dom🥵 (evil dom pt2)

Oh my goodness help me- this is about to be spicy... he WRECKS me in ways that I truly want him to

He wants you to know that you’re a bad girl.

Acting up? “You dumb slut.” Grabs a fist full of your hair.

Talking back? “Say that again, my cute little whore.”

Turning him on during the most inappropriate time? “I can’t wait to get home and fuck you into submission.”

DELICIOUS DIRTY TALK i will say at the very least.

Not that Wooyoung is sadistic but he likes seeing you in sexual pain.

He’ll make fun of how much your body loves his fingers, dick, tongue—as you should.

“Fuck. Look at your pussy drooling from just one of my fingers, you dirty slut.”

Teases how you moan and stutter

“Huh, baby?” He leans in as he fucks into you. “What? “D-daddy-please I can-I cant” what? You can’t what, princess??” He practically laughs at you for being so delirious and fucked.

I feel like Ateez doms just love a good stream of tears rolling down their sub’s faces. Whether it be from overstimulation, pain, or pleasure. They just sadistic like that.

Soo that being said. “Cry for me baby. Come on babygirl, cry for me. Show daddy how fucking good he punishes you.”

Jongho:

Brattamer!dom

He’s definitely into power play.

The type of play where you test his limits and when you think you’re winning-bUt the game is sO rigged that you lose EVERY time.

STRONG boy.

Loves pinning you down to get your bratty ass still.

It excites him so much when you talk back to him.

Almost as if he expects you to be bad.

Get used to bending over.

He LOVES spanking you over his knees.

There’s something so visceral about his hand creating red marks on your pretty skin that makes his cock throb from how much you squirm and beg.

Not too much dirty talk is exchanged... rather... Master Jongho likes to act. He wants to SHOW you how bad you are.

From the marks on your ass to the hickies he leaves over your breasts.

POSSESSIVE. Even if you aren’t thinking of other guys, I have a feeling that he’d somehow punish you for even looking too good.

It’s the simple grope to your ass when no one is looking and the way his eyes pierce yours as if he’s a lion on the hunt, feasting his eyes on his helpless prey.

“Didn’t I tell you not to wear this out?”

You’re trained so well that for the rest of the night, you try to obey him.

YOu sEe... that’s not how things work when Jongho gets riled up.

As soon as the door closes and right when the lock clicks.

He’s forcing you to your knees and makes you apologize to him.

Either you listen or it’s your bare ass meeting his hand, belt, paddle, ruler...etc.....

Begging? That’s a HARD yes for jongho. It’s practically what fuels him into turning into more of a harddom.

The punishment is basically the ride up the top of the roller coaster. When he finally sticks it in?? GIRL expect to be sore for DAYS.

A/n: I hope you guys liked my first reaction!💕~ sorry if there are errors, I wrote this in a rush of excitement.

#my works #ncteez-doms #masterlist #ateez doms #ateez smut #kpop smut #ateez kinks #ateez reaction #ateez reactions #kpop reactions #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #yunho smut #mingi smut #yeosang smut #san smut #wooyoung smut #jongho smut #ateez masterlist #ateez hard hours #ateez #requested #masterlists #my masterlist

[avtrbee]

Unexpected Secret

inspired by the tumblr post above!

this fic defies almost everyhting that is canon but its really cute and fluffy in my opinion so idc idc idc

Petra was furious.

I’m gonna kill her, Petra thought, mopping away the last of the dirt from the stables. I don’t care how but I’m going to make it look like an accident.

Petra was furious.

Putting her anger on the mop she had gripped in her fist she aggressively wiped the stable floors clean, but her thoughts were somewhere else. Y/N L/N was the reason why she was stuck cleaning the stables during a Friday night when she could’ve spent the day in the market with Oluo buying cute clothes or enjoying a new café or getting drunk or just about anything. 

Petra loved her friend but no matter which way Petra tried to twist the situation, Y/N was the sole reason to blame. Y/N was the one who suggested getting drunk in her room that night, Y/N was the one who suggested the game, Y/N was the one who proposed the punishment, and Y/N was the one who called her a pussy for backing out, so of course Petra had to do it. Petra had to run through the hallway, from the stairway and back to the room naked. 

It didn’t help that Y/N’s room was the farthest room from the stairwell. Petra didn’t have a problem getting naked around Y/N and their friends- they’ve seen each other’s bodies enough with the communal showers and the occasional first aid outside the walls. Petra isn’t ashamed of her own body either, she may look petite but she was hardened muscle from all the training she endured to become the one of the best. Though Y/N had her own private room as one of the Survey Corps’ Section Commander, her floor was also near the other superior’s private spaces. 

Once Petra made it out, she dashed to the stairs as fast as she could before turning back and running like there was a titan behind her to the privacy and safety of Y/N’s room. Until Hange, Levi and Mike came out of Erwin’s room from their own private party only to stare at Petra like she was a dog with three heads. 

Petra could’ve died right there. In fact, she would have preferred it if she did. Hange laughed (“Oh, it’s one of those nights, eh?), Levi looked away with disgust evident in his face and walked to another laughing Y/N, who witnessed the entire incident, instead. Mike just stood there with his brain probably short circuiting and nose occasionally twitching. To make matters worse, Erwin came outside to see what Hange was laughing about.

I’m gonna kill her, Petra thought, mopping away the last of the dirt from the stables. I don’t care how but I’m going to make it look like an accident.

Petra looked up from her hard work and wiped her forehead. She smelled like horse shit and probably looked like one too. A few yards away from her clean stable stood Y/N and Eren together under the sun with Mikasa not so far running towards them.

Petra watched as Mikasa hastily put herself between Y/N and Eren with a glare on her face. Was it really a glare or was it just Mikasa’s usual stoic face? Petra didn’t care- a plan was slowly starting to form in her head. 

-

Petra didn’t bother rushing to the cafeteria to get first in line like she usually would. Instead she ate some heavy snacks before and took her time. Thinking back, Y/N was the only one out of her superiors to sit on another table other than the space designated for them. She usually sat with Eren, with Levi occasionally joining them. 

Once she strolled inside, the place was packed with soldiers along with hundreds of conversations going on at the same time. Perfect. Just as she planned. Just as she thought, Y/N and Eren were chatting away alone on one table with Mikasa several tables away shooting them looks every now and then.

Petra smiled. Victory tastes so sweet. She slowed down her steps and savored her way to victory as she walked over to Mikasa. “Oi, Mikasa.” she said obnoxiously loud, gathering the attention of several people.

Mikasa turned her head from Eren and Y/N’s table, and stared at her with her cold gray eyes. “Yes, Petra?”

Petra giggled, unable to keep her mood down. “Y’know, Y/N told me a secret.” She said, voice getting louder with every word.

Behind her, Petra heard Y/N speak. “Done from the stables, darling?”

Faint snickers from around the hall erupted. No doubt the story has already gone around. Petra felt a nerve in her head pop. That almost got her. Almost. 

Ignoring the rest of the people, Mikasa kept her eyes on her. “What did she say?”

She crouched down and put a hand on her cheek like she was about to whisper. “She told me that she loves Eren, very, very much.”

Silence. 

Utter silence. 

From the corner of her eye she sees that Sasha had a spoon halfway through her mouth filled with seconds of today’s dinner, while Jean and Connie’s eyes were darting back and forth to her and Y/N, who had gone up from her seat and was walking towards her.

Petra stood back and let herself smile a truly evil smile. That’s what you get, Y/N. You bitch. To be honest, Y/N was probably going to beat her up. Petra didn’t care. She could try if Mikasa won’t get to her first.

Mikasa blinked. “Well, I sure hope so. Eren and I love her just as much.”

Wait- “What?” 

That wasn’t the reaction she was expecting.

“Oi, oi, Mikasa. You’re going to make your mother cry. I’ve never heard you speak like that before.” Y/N clasped a hand on Petra’s shoulder. Y/N had this smirk as if asking oh is this what you planned?

Huh, wait- “Mother? You mean-”

At the same time, Mikasa looked at Y/N. “Okasan, I have told you I loved you many times.”

“What do you mean okasan- are you-?” Petra turned her head to Y/N. 

Y/N leaned shifted her weight on one leg and crossed her arms. She was smiling, probably enjoying Petra’s confusion. “Yes. I am.”

“But-” Petra stuttered. “Eren too?”

“Yes.” Y/N laughed. Petra should’ve been furious, but at this point she was too focused on solving this familial situation she accidentally uncovered. Plus, everyone was listening in. They were curious too.

Petra shoved her hands in her hair. “They’re siblings?”

“Well, I thought we’ve established that before.” Y/N replied. 

“But I thought- Mikasa was charging at you because you were with Eren just a while ago!” 

Y/N deflated. “Oh, that. I was scolding the brat. He was reckless during the last expedition again. You’d remember, you were the one who saved him.” Fuck. Yes, Petra remembered very well. She almost lost her right hand because of that boy. “Mikasa just came over to protect her brother. I might’ve gone overboard too…”

“Then why isn’t Mikasa sitting with you?”

“Oh, I’ve been encouraging her to interact with people other than family. She barely has friends, y’know.”

“Don’t they have different last names?” Petra asked. She was losing her sanity. 

“What, Jeager? L/N was my dad’s. Jeager my mother’s name, I had him when I was young. And, well, technically, Mikasa isn’t mine by blood.” Y/N sat down beside the girl and slung her arm around Mikasa. “She came with my marriage. She’s still my daughter though.” Petra saw Mikasa hide a smile under her scarf.

“Married?” Petra asked. “You’re married?”

“Yup,” Y/N replied, popping her words. “When are you and Oluo gonna tie the knot, by the way-”

Petra couldn't even be bothered to blush at the question. She saw Oluo choke on his food from their usual table though. “Is he in the military?” 

“Yes. We met years before he was in the military though.”

“Is he in the Survey Corps?”

Y/N grinned. “Yes.”

“Is he a superior officer?”

Y/N’s smile grew wider. “Yes.”

Petra felt dread creep down her spine. “Is it Commander Smith?” If Petra really did just try to call out the commander’s wife in front of everyone, she’s dead meat. She’s probably gonna clean the stables on Fridays forever. 

To her relief Y/N said, “Pssh, Mikasa isn’t blonde y’know.”

Petra was losing her patience. “Then who the fuck is it-”

“They literally have the same last name Petra.”

Silence.

Only this time, Petra wasn’t smiling. Her brain was probably overheated from all the information Y/N gave her.

“Oi, Petra” said Levi who was coming inside the cafeteria. “What the hell is going on?”

“Captain!” She squeaked, not expecting his voice. Perfect timing too. 

“Don’t tease her anymore, Levi. It’s my fault, I was just telling her about our familial situation.” Y/N said. 

“Tch,” Levi lightly slapped Y/N at the back of her head. “What happened to keeping it a secret?” 

“Oh, well, they were bound to know anyway. Your son over there can’t keep his mouth shut, I’m surprised he lasted this long.” Y/N nodded to Eren back to her table while the latter hid his face on the table, occasionally banging his fist on the wood. “Though I didn’t expect them to find out this way though...and the entire Survey Corps for that matter.”

“You’ve caused us a nuisance.” Levi deadpanned at Y/N- at his wife? Petra was still trying to comprehend everything.

“Let’s go home.” Levi announced, heading out of the cafeteria. “I can’t stand to be stared at any longer. It’s making me feel like a pig with fucking wings.”

At the words of their Captain- Father?- Mikasa and Eren stood up and picked up their empty food trays. 

Oh, that's right. Petra knew that Y/N and Levi had a separate house somewhere near their HQ; she just didn’t even consider the possibility that they were living together. Fuck, she has seen them leaving too, but she just assumed that they were walking each other because they lived in the same neighborhood or something. 

Petra even spotted Mikasa and Y/N together in the market shopping for vegetables, but she thought it was only a kind gesture. Y/N can be like that sometimes. She even spotted Eren and Levi inside a cleaning shop when she was buying a new mop once. And Mikasa and Levi’s surnames? Petra didn’t even suspect anything because it was common knowledge in the Corps that two of their strongest soldiers had the same last name- had none of them suspected anything?

Looking around, Petra spotted similar confused faces like her own. Ah, so no one did. 

She felt her legs give up on her and plopped on the seat Mikasa previously sat on. She watched as Levi, Y/N, and their children walked out the cafeteria with a blank stare. What the fuck just happened? 

btww,,,the vibe of reader and petra here are like really close friends that tease each other a lot. i can understand why people think that petra seems like the “villain” here but i swear its just that kind of friendship 😭 im sorry if it didnt deliver properly but ill try better next time !!

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #snk levi #levi ackerman

[edie-baby]

Baby Boy Chapter 8 | Lando Norris

Summary: Milana Navratilova is the best friend of Victoria Verstappen, and is for lack of a better word, a minx. She can pull anyone into bed with her at any time. So when she attends the Austrian Grand Prix with Victoria, the drivers make for good bedfellows. Until she finds a man who makes her finally feel like herself. Her baby boy.

Taglist: @its-astrotea-love

Warnings: smut, swearing, non-con kiss (will be a chapter warning for that one), OC is a w h o r e and i love her.

Victoria and Milana walked through the bustling paddock on Thursday, reporters, journalists, PR reps, and drivers were all running around to fill their media duties, as after today, the sole focus would be on getting the best results before the short summer break. Victoria took a turn to visit Lewis in the Mercedes hospitality, and a few moments after, Milana spotted Lando sitting at a table on his own outside of his own team’s gorgeous facility. Milana walked up behind him, and after spotting how tensely he was sitting, she chuckled to herself - she was going to scare the shit out of him. Ensuring her footsteps were silent, she snuck up behind the driver and slid her hands over his shoulders and down to his chest, whispering a husky ‘boo’ into his ear as he leapt forward and squealed. Milana laughed loudly, the first time Lando had heard her laugh this hard, with no worries. She calmed down, a few giggles still escaping her maroon lips as she ushered him to sit back where he was.

“You’re mean.” Lando pouted, his voice sounding like a sulking child’s. Milana’s heart skipped a beat, admiring how adorable the boy seemed to be without even trying.

“I’m sorry, baby boy. I’ll make it up to you.” Milana apologised, beginning to rub his shoulders with her small hands. Lando’s shoulders immediately relaxed, his breath coming out in one long sigh as he forgot about the stress of the upcoming weekend, and simply focused on the euphoria this small, foreign woman was giving him.

“Fuck, you’re so good at that. Don’t stop.” Lando almost moaned. Milana felt her heart beat a little quicker, her stomach fluttering. She had never been affected by praise, as many of her previous bedfellows had attempted it, and it just never seemed to do anything for her. But from Lando, God it was so much better. Milana remained quiet, occasionally humming a song Victoria had played a few times over the few days they had been in Austria together. Her hands continued kneading into the tense muscles in Lando’s neck and shoulders.

“Thank you Mila. I didn’t know I needed that. Come sit down, I wanna get to know you more.” Lando stopped her after another few moments, rolling his neck around and sighing in relief. Milana smiled at the nickname, the only one she had ever been given from her name was Lana, so Lando having his own name for her released another round of butterflies into her stomach.

“There isn’t much to know, unfortunately. I’m pretty boring, baby boy.” Milana told him, taking a seat on the outdoor chair adjacent to his at the small square table.

“Why do you give everyone pet names? I don’t think I’ve heard you call anyone their names when you talk to them.” Lando’s head was tilted like a puppy, those light eyes of his filled with curiosity.

“It always made me feel special when I was younger when someone would call me pet names. I guess I just got so comfortable with them that I don’t really see the romanticism behind it anymore? But obviously, some I reserve for special people. Keep the integrity.” Milana spoke, looking off to the busy thoroughfare of the paddock.

“What are your special ones then?” Lando probed, his main purpose was to determine whether or not his name was sacred.

“Love, it’s one of my absolute favourites to be called, but not many people use it anymore. But other than that, it's just the baby’s. Obviously, Victoria is ‘baby girl’, and she calls me babe so it’s kind of our thing. And then, baby boy.” Milana’s face lit up as she imagined being called love by someone who truly meant it, but her voice got quieter as she continued. Lando heard everything though, and smirked when he saw just how shy Milana became when she revealed the significance of his pet name.

“Ok, enough with the pet names. I know literally zero about you, I should be able to ask questions too.” Milana pouted slightly, a very rare sight as she was usually smirking or biting her lip. Lando couldn’t resist her when she looked at him like that, her dark eyes staring up at him, bottom lip slightly pushed out, it made him weak at the knees. Lando nodded, so Milana began trying to think of a question to ask the man.

“Why do you race F1?” Milana asked after a few beats of silence. Lando’s eyebrows shot up, he wasn’t expecting a question like that, more along the lines of ‘what’s your favourite colour’ but he couldn’t complain, playing the standard 21 questions with girls got boring after ninth grade.

“The control. I am the only one that has the control to operate that car. It’s me. I thrive off the pressure, if I fuck up, it’s on me. But it's exhilarating, having all of the power, being the one in charge. It fuels me. There isn’t much else in the world I can control like I can an F1 car.” Lando’s fists were clenched tightly as he began talking about control, and Milana could see part of herself in that.

“You’re really cute when you talk about something you’re passionate about.” Milana stated, and Lando’s head snapped around to look at her, she looked completely comfortable with telling him he was cute, whereas Lando’s face was hot like fire, and he knew he probably looked ridiculous.

“Ok, so what do you do?” Lando moved on, his face was still hotter than hell, but he was determined to move on and try to come to terms with the fact that the most beautiful woman he had ever met thought he was cute.

“I work in an art gallery in Prague, and I’m studying anthropology.” Milana replied, unimpressed with her current occupations. She just wanted to be out in the anthropology field already, she loved everything she was learning and just wanted to put it into practice.

“How old are you? I just realised I have absolutely no idea.” Lando blurted, it was the first thing he thought of when Mila mentioned she was still at university.

“I’m 19.” She replied simply. Lando’s entire head moved forward, as if to say ‘I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you, can you please say whatever insane thing you just said again?’. Milana giggled at his perplexed expression. Lando for sure thought the Czech was at least a year older than him, but now he has to find out that she’s actually two years younger.

“You’re so much more mature than I was when I was 19. I was still struggling to cook food for myself without burning the entire house down.” Lando laughed, and Milana couldn’t help but laugh along with the sounds of joy that made her heart flutter. Lando truly could not believe that the woman who was laughing freely in front of him was the same woman he met three days ago who seemed to be the flirtier, female version of the Iceman, Kimi Raikkonen. He preferred this bright, cheery girl over the seductive woman he met, because this was Mila, not Milana.

Their laughter faded away, Milana looked back toward the flood of people still moving back and forth between the makeshift buildings, and Lando just looked at her.

“Would you like to go for dinner with me?” Lando’s mouth seemed to be quicker than his brain, because when Milana looked at him in shock, his words caught up to him. Milana saw how shocked he was in himself, and nodded, a bright smile curling her lips. Lando nodded back, a large smile and a nervous giggle urged him out of his chair, waving to Milana as he ran to the Williams garage to ask George what to do.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #team lando #lando norris x oc #lando norris fanfiction #lando norris smut #mclaren f1 #formula 1 #f1 #f1 fanfic #call me eden

[haikyuuhopes]

An Emergency Appointment - Miya Atsumu x Reader

Time Skip! Miya Atsumu x Reader

Sakusa had practically, as much as he was capable of doing, begged you to help his teammate. Sakusa Kiyoomi never asked anyone for anything, so you wouldn’t dare refuse your former classmate and friend, but there was only so much frustration you could take -  you could feel your teeth clashing in your irritation. Standing by your salon chair and tapping your foot repeatedly, you glared daggers at your phone as your special appointment on your day off was thirty minutes late...and to make matters worse, this was your day off.

Unlocking the screen, you had half the mind to call Sakusa, despite having already sent text messages to him when a loud banging sounded off at the front of the hair salon. 

Looking up, you saw a tall man who crushed a bucket hat to his head with the hand he wasn’t making a racket with. Noticing he’d caught your attention, he whipped his arms back and forth as if he were deserted on an island and signaling SOS. 

Looking around at the empty shop, you slowly walked to the door but kept your hand on the lock. You were alone in the studio after all. 

“We’re closed,” you yelled through the glass, wanting to make sure the gargantuan in front of you was in fact sent by Sakusa. 

“Yer kidding! I’ll kill Omi-Omi for having me out of the house like this,” the man yelled before fishing out his phone, “Bastard!” He started dialing as you blinked, did he mean Sakusa?

With a tilted head, you broke through his aggressive texting, “Who is Omi-Omi?”

He looked up from his phone with a hint of a blush on his face as he looked at you through the glass. “Sakusa Kiyoomi said you’d be open,” he grumbled with a pout. 

Blinking slightly as you’d only ever heard Sakusa’s cousin refer to him familiarly, but never with a cute nickname. Looking up at the tall man with a childish pout, you wanted to be irritated with his lateness but struggled for a moment with what to do before opening the door. Gesturing him inside, the man quickly jumped through the door as if he was afraid you’d change your mind. 

You locked the door behind you before you ushered the tall man to your chair with a sigh, “Sakusa made you an appointment - you were so late, I needed to make sure it was you.”

Sitting down with a huff, the man still had traces of the pout from earlier. “I didn’t realize I was that late - I’m sorry…”

“L/N Y/N,” you offered a hand for him to shake. He quickly stood back up to give you an enthusiastic shake in return, quickly relieved from the pout. You may or may not have noticed how big and warm his calloused hand was as he jostled your arm. 

“I’m Miya Atsumu,” He grinned before blushing a little and taking a step closer to you. “Oi! You dating Omi-Omi?” he finished with a questioning lilt to his speech and staring down at you intently. 

Your eyes were the size of saucers as you felt your cheeks warm up. Who the hell was this bold in an introduction? And more interestingly… How the hell is this Sakusa’s friend?

You violently shook your head and removed your hand, “Sakusa is my friend and former classmate. I respect him a great deal - enough to wait around to help you on my day off...” 

You smiled as you thought of your prickly friend. Sakusa may not say it often, but he cared for you deep down. He at least trusted you enough to trim his curls in the comfort of his own home, albeit he had his own equipment not wanting you to bring yours...

You paused before pursing your lips, Sakusa said it was an emergency…

“Plant it,” you motioned for him to sit back in the chair, figuring he’d be someone you’d need to bluntly tell what was what, or you’d be blown away by the man’s presence. 

Returning your shocked look at being told what to do, he looked as if he was going to protest before you shot him a look that made him shiver. After hesitating, he did as you asked before pouting again.

As if gracing him with a reward for good behavior, you smiled brightly, “Now what seems to be the emergency.”

With wide eyes, he leaned down and dramatically held the bucket hat to his head that only showed a dark brown undercut and looked down.

“But I don’t want to show you,” he mumbled making you sigh out in exasperation. If he wasn’t so hot, you’d have thrown him out by now - Sakusa be damned.

 “I have to see your hair to fix it, Miya-san,” you huffed, you stepped closer but only got a look at his undercut. “Your undercut looks good, so I’m sure the top isn’t so bad…”

With a frown, he whipped off the bucket hat dramatically and you had to hold back the gasp.

The bright pink strands mixed with splotches of yellow resembled an egregious cheetah print, completely different than what you’d thought… 

“Stupid Samu didn’t realize we’re havin’ a photoshoot tomorrow fer promotions…” he whined and started mumbling about food in the fridge. You wanted to laugh but he looked so distraught you didn’t want to hurt him further. He looked pitiful.

You took a sad look at the clock as the rest of your night off would be killed, “We can fix it,” you smiled, stepping forward to touch the monstrous hair that, despite being an awful color, was soft and silky. “You’ll just need to be patient with me.”

Gazing up at you with stars in his eyes, he nodded his head eagerly as if he were a golden retriever. 

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Hours went by as you went through the lengthy process of correcting his hair, but it seemed to flash by. 

You never expected an “emergency” appointment to be so fun. Atsumu, who had corrected you many times over the past few hours to use his first name, was as bright as his hair was. He told you stories about “Supid Samu” his unfortunately not-as-attractive twin brother, his other teammates who he also had nicknames for, and even some of his high school friends he still kept in touch with. 

You also learned, several times, that he was, in fact, single making your face hot as you tried not to get swept away in his playful flirting and take it too seriously. 

But it was hard not to. Atsumu was charming, and it didn’t help that his eyes were trained on you whether in the mirror or at the sink. He made you feel seen as you listened to him while you worked, and that left you all sorts of flustered. 

Time had flown by but as you massaged the toner from his scalp in the sink, he’d gone silent for the first time and stared up at you with a slightly flushed face. Wanting to tease him, you took a droplet of water and flicked it at his face and making him sputter indignantly before continuing. 

“What’s got you so quiet now?” You asked, helping him sit up and leading his back to your chair sitting turned away from the mirror. The yellow in his hair was golden but a slightly toned-down version from the unfortunate piss color hidden among the pink. You began to comb through his hair before reaching out for the blow dryer when you were stopped.

“Hey, magic fingers, can you trim my hair while we’re here,” he asked, a little quieter than the previous volume that seemed natural to him. 

“Magic fingers?” You laughed loudly, before shaking your head and grabbing the scissors, he wouldn’t need a line-up as he apparently saw a talented barber. “Your hair looks good and it looks like you see someone who does a good job.” You laughed when he scoffed, “And magic fingers? I know you like nicknames but come on.”

He smiled at you sheepishly as you trimmed his hair, “Well yer’ magic fingers until you start dating me.” You paused moving the scissors away to openly gape at him as he smiled at you smugly, “I’ll give you a better one then.”

Internally you were screaming but didn’t want to get caught up in your slight crush on the man in your chair who probably flirted with everyone. He just seemed to have a magnetic personality and you weren’t about to get your hopes too quickly. “Stop playing around.”

He opened his mouth indignantly but you got out the blow dryer and drowned out his protests as you styled his hair. You took your time running your brush and then your hands through the strands that were soothingly soft. 

With a smile that you tried to make sure wasn’t bitter at being done, you turned him around and he gasped. Jumping up and shaking you by the arms, Atsumu was thrilled that his hair looked better than it had in a long time. He was like a yo-yo directing his attention between the mirror and you in joy. 

“Wow - I look better than I did before,” he beamed at his own reflection before blushing down at you, “I’ll be coming around more often because yer’ a miracle worker, magic fingers.”

“Don’t you have a barber?” You questioned with a small smile, happy that he was ecstatic about your work and that it was worth it in the end. 

He shook his head violently, “Not anymore - yer’ doing my hair from now on. I’ll be around at least once a week or more.”

“Once a week!” You exclaimed, your eyebrows nearly moved to your hairline. “Just how fast does your hair grow?”

He smirked, “My schedule is a bit hectic with MSBY, but we should probably agree to commit to a date night at least once a week if we’re going to make this work.”

“You were serious?” You asked, flustered more than you’ve ever been in your adult life. 

He looked at you shocked as if you’d asked the most absurd question, “I’ve been asking you out for hours! I’m going to need your number though…” he trailed off, with a mischievous glint in his eye before fishing out his wallet from his pocket and giving you more money than you would have charged. 

Accepting the money with a smile that turned mischievous, “Alright. Get my number from Sakusa and I’ll let you take me on a date.”

He looked at you shell-shocked for a moment before shaking it off. He was excited for the challenge.

“No problem, Omi-Omi will gladly give it to me tonight.”

Poor Sakusa...

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[smutbymia]

Hi 💖 I want to request best friend haechan (and dom) who has been in love w u since always but you have a boyfriend

You punched in your entry code into the keypad of your apartment, causing it to ring out a series of beeps — granting you access to the space you shared with your roommate who also happened to be your best friend.

All of the lights were off and it was 1AM so you figured Haechan had fallen asleep already. You sighed to yourself, feeling exhausting and a bit off after yet another crappy date with your boyfriend.

You had been dating for 6 months and things were going really well for a majority of that time until recently. You guys were starting to argue more and it overall felt like less effort was being put in by him. It was actually a bit difficult to accept because you genuinely put your all into the relationship but you weren’t giving up just yet.

You sighed to yourself after taking off your shoes and sliding your feet into your house slippers when you walked into the living room to find Haechan on the couch with the only source of light being the dim light of some movie he was playing on screen. He paused it when you entered.

“Are you okay? Did something happen again?” he questioned. You avoided his gaze and waved your hand out, heading in the direction of your bedroom.

“Ah, just the usual crap. It’s all good,” you muttered.

“Break up with him!” Haechan yelled down the hall after you. The only response he received was the frustrating slam of your bedroom door as you called it a night.

The next morning Haechan made breakfast. You woke up to the aroma of eggs, bacon, and pancakes filling your apartment. After freshening up you entered the kitchen.

“Hyuck...” you whined when you saw the extravagant spread of breakfast foods set out for you to eat.

“I was in the mood to cook,” he shrugged. You leaned against the fridge with your eyes narrowed and your arms crossed while you pouted.

“Liar,” you said. Haechan always made you breakfast whenever you were having bad days in order to cheer you up.

“You just feel bad,” you grumbled as you were walking past him towards the dining table. Just as you stepped past him, Haechan pulled you into a back hug. You froze momentarily before settling into his touch. He rested his chin on the top of your head and squeezed you tightly. His warmth was comforting.

“Just enjoy your meal,” he mumbled before releasing you. And in that moment you felt very grateful to know your best friend was always there for you when you needed him.

The next time you needed Haechan was actually much sooner than the both of you expected. This time it was 12AM.

TAEYONG: Hey.... are you up?

TAEYONG: I’m in a bit of a situation

TAEYONG: y/n is here and she’s really drunk

Taeyong is typing........

Before Taeyong’s last message could come in, Haechan was already ringing him up. On the phone Taeyong had explained that you had come to the bar he worked at by yourself and started drinking heavily. You had explained to him that you got into a fight with your boyfriend and needed a few drinks. Taeyong claimed that by your 4th drink, your boyfriend had stormed into the bar and caused a scene before he was escorted outside by security a mere few seconds before Taeyong texted Haechan. Taeyong wanted to know if he could come and pick you up since you were too drunk to get home in your own.

Haechan however, was already heading through the door before Taeyong even picked up the phone. The bar wasn’t far from where you both lived, just an 8 minute walk on foot. Haechan got there even faster than that, jogging most of the way there — thankful that it was still summertime and the weather was quite nice even this late at night.

When he approached the bars entrance, Haechan found your boyfriend surrounded by about 3 security guards caught up in a massive argument. When your boyfriend caught sight of Haechan, he immediately tried to approach him.

“HEY! Help me out here,” he began, “Tell these idiots that I’m y/n’s boyfriend and that they’re doing this for no reason!”

Haechan rolled his eyes. “You’re drunk. Go home,” he responded, but your boyfriend began to protest. He pushed through the guards momentarily and charged towards Haechan, but was instantly met with a punch straight to the face that left him on the ground groaning in pain.

Haechan shook his hand off before reaching into his pocket and grabbing out a few bills to hand over to the security guard before muttering, “get him into a cab.”

He turned around, not bothering to wait for a response from the guards before swinging the front door of the bar open and entering the building. “Gosh, what a loser,” he complained.

Haechan's eyes immediately drifted over towards the bar where you were seated, propped up on your elbows with your hands cupping your face. You stared off into the distance and Haechan could feel his heart ache a little bit for you.

He slid into the seat next to you and rested a hand on your back. “Let’s go home,” he said in a soft voice, moving his hand in small circles.

You turned to him slowly, tears pooling in your eyes — so happy to see him there. He ran a thumb underneath your eyes, cleaning off smudged mascara, before gripping you tightly to his side in order to prevent you from stumbling too much when you walked.

He gave Taeyong who was serving customers on the other end of the bar a quick wave to let him know you were both leaving. By the time the two of you returned outside your boyfriend was long gone. Haechan held you close to him as you began your walk home.

You couldn’t fight back the tears any longer, quietly letting them spill down your cheeks. Haechan looked down when he started to feel wetness seep through the side of his shirt your face was leaning into.

He immediately stopped the two of you before stepping in front of you and holding you with both arms out in front of him. He lowered himself slightly so that he could look up at you seeing as you had been hanging your head, eyes glued to the floor to avoid his gaze with a sad expression on your face.

“Hey, stop that. You know I don’t like seeing you cry,” he said to you softly. You frantically wiped your fingers under your eyes, trying to get rid of the tears after feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you.

“S-sorry, I just feel like such a lonely drunk loser right now,” you said. Haechan tried his best to hold back his laughter but failed miserably. Your description had been funny but what made him really laugh was the cute expression on your face as you pouted. He was gazing up at you when you finally lifted your eyes to meet his with your dark and wet eyelashes that clumped together making Haechan’s heart momentarily skip a beat as his laughter went quiet.

He quickly snapped out of it, eyes drifting behind you to a 24 hour convenience store. “Alright, fine. I can change that,” he said, pulling you by your hand towards the store. You stumbled slightly behind him, clutching your purse and trying your best to keep up with him.

You crossed the street, hand still in Haechan's grasp when he pulled out a chair for you and urged you to sit outside and wait for him to shop around. You smoothed down the skirt of your minidress as you sat down, head still spinning.

Within a few minutes, which really felt like a few seconds in drunk time, Haechan had emerged from the store with a bag in his hand. He slid your favourite strawberry candies across the table to you and you squealed happily, before he began emptying the contents of his bag onto the table. He had bought a bunch of beers and immediately cracked one open to down it in one go before opening the next one.

“What are you doing? Slow down,” you said as you popped one of the jellies past your lips and into your mouth.

Haechan shook his head. “You can’t be a lonely drunk if I get drunk with you,” he murmured as the second can met his lips. This time he drank about half of its contents before setting it down on the table in front of you both and reaching for one of your jellies.

Your cheeks went warm and for the first time that night you smiled a genuine smile. Haechan smiled back at you before starting a random conversation about his middle school days which caused you to go back and forth over a series of topics and stories — ending with the both of you dying of laughter in front of the convince store. You shared the last few beers with Haechan causing him to finally become almost equally as drunk as you were.

After cleaning up the two of you stumbled home together in a fit of giggles. “D-do you feel better now,” haechan slurred as he pressed his lips to your ears. You giggled at the feeling of his breath tickling your skin. The sound of our laugh made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. God, he loved you, he thought to himself.

“Yeah, you’re actually a bit funny when you’re drunk,” you teased. Haechan pouted before mumbling a quick, “whatever,” making you chuckle as you approached your apartment door. You were still pressed to Haechan’s side, strolling down the hall with his arm around you when your phone buzzed at your side between the two of you.

You separated yourself from him momentarily to reach into your purse, fumbling around for your phone. When you pulled it out to check the notifications you found yourself staring at a screen full of messages and missed calls from your boyfriend urging you to call him back with a series of apologetic texts and another about getting punched in the face by Haechan.

“You punched him?!” you half yelled at haechan while you frantically scrolled through the messages. Haechan groaned before reaching for your phone and plucking it from your fingers. You tried to grab it back but he held it out of your reach, turning it off where both of you could see. You whined his name the entire time as you watched the screen go black.

“Hey! I need to talk to him,” you pleaded but Haechan’s face simply went stone cold before he pocketed your phone and walked right past you, tapping the code to your apartment in on the keypad before swinging the door open without a word.

You stomped your way into your apartment hot on his trail, cursing him the entire way and demanding for your phone back. It only took a few seconds for Haechan to reach his limit. The door closed behind you and within seconds he had you pinned to the back of it, cutting you off mid sentence as one of his hands forced your hips back and the other found itself around your neck.

You let out a gasp as Haechan’s face hovered a few centimetres away from your own. His breath was hot and smelled of alcohol and strawberry sweets. He spoke in a deep and low tone.

“You’re not calling him tonight. In fact you won’t be calling him ever again, do you understand me?” he warned. You stared back at him -- not saying a word, as your breathing got heavier. What the hell was going on?

Haechan stepped closer to you, his body pressing into yours before he spoke again. “I’m tired of seeing you cry over that piece of shit. He can’t make you happy, or treat you the way you know you deserve to be treated,” he said as his voice grew louder.

“Do you know how much it pisses me off every time I hear you come home from your dates just to lay in bed and play with yourself because he can’t even do the bare minimum and make you cum?” he said through gritted teeth. You let out a gasp before stuttering “H-haechan!” You were burning up from the embarrassment that you felt from his explicit words. “Did you know that whenever you get drunk, it’s my name that you cry out anytime you make yourself cum all over your little fingers?” he asked.

“W-what??” you answered. Yes, you had the occasional wet dream about Haechan but you didn’t think much of it, yet now you were internally freaking out at that fact that those thoughts may have caused you to let his name slip whenever you drunkenly masturbated. You felt him harden against your front as he covered your mouth with his fingers and dropped his voice down to a pleading whisper.

“And do you know how much it turns me on when I think about all the ways I’d make you cum, instead?” His eyes danced all over your face, resting on your lips. He reached his other hand into his pocket and pulled out your phone, not moving even an inch away from you. He held it up next to your faces, just close enough for it to be in your line of sight even though the two of you drunkenly gazed into each other’s eyes. Your head spun and your chest rose and fell at your best friends proximity and the feeling of him hard, and firmly pressed against your core.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll give you your phone back,” he said. His words were followed by a silence that was broken by a whimper that managed to escape your lips when you accidentally moved your hips causing you to rub against his cock briefly. Haechan struggled to remain still as he let out a quick breath at the sudden contact.

You stayed frozen in your position against the door with your eyes still locked on his when you reached up and grabbed the phone. You watched as his face flashed a quick look of momentary disappointment before completely catching him off guard by dropping the phone along with your purse onto the floor next to you and leaning into him to press your lips against his, rotating your hips to grind your centres against each other.

Haechan pulled his mouth off of yours to let out a deep groan. “That’s my good girl,” he said, running the back of his knuckles over your cheeks as he met each roll of your hips with a thrust of his. He returned to your mouth deepening your kiss as his movements became more aggressive. He gripped at your neck, tilting your head to the side as he trailed kisses along your flesh, stopping briefly to Mark your skin.

“You’re mine now,” he said as he planted a soft peck over the fresh hickey that had formed on your skin. The two of you continued to make out, kicking your shoes off and stumbling away from the door and into the apartment. He ran his hands all over your body as the two of you sloppily stumbled down your hallway.

Haechan’s room was the closest bedroom to the entrance so that is where the two of you ended up. He slammed the door behind the two of you before you fell onto his mattress. He mounted you, completely covering your body with his as the two of you grabbed and groped at each other’s bodies.

His hand brushed up along your leg and over your thigh as it made its way under your dress. Haechan’s hand danced across the waistband of your undies as his tongue circled into your mouth, the two of you moaning into each others touches. You had already soaked through your panties and Haechan was about to come to that realization.

“Fuck... you’re so wet, baby,” he muttered as he brushed two of his fingers back and forth over the cotton material. You whimpered, grinding into his touch for additional friction as you squeezed your thighs together around his hand.

“Open,” he ordered as pressed down on your clit through your panties. You let out a loud moan in response before you reluctantly separated your thighs to give him better access to your core.

“Good girl... You’re good at taking orders, right?” he praised while he drew heavy circles over your bud. Your body shuddered. Something about the way he spoke to you was driving you crazy. You didn’t know how or why but he clearly established the power dynamic that existed between the two of you now and you couldn’t help but follow it.

You melted under his touch, moaning softly as you felt yourself grow even more aroused. Haechan played with you for a few more seconds before moving to pull the material down to your thighs, too impatient to remove them entirely. He flipped up the bottom of your dress, pausing to praise your “pretty pussy” (his words).

Haechan brought your legs together, folding them up — your undies still around your thighs. This put you in a position where you were laying on your back and haechan could admire both your ass and your core from this angle.

“Mmm,” he murmured as he leaned down. You couldn’t see him too well from that position so you jumped in surprise when you felt his mouth connect with your center. Since he folded your legs up, your lips were squished together, puffing up your clit and putting it on full display. Haechan licked over and over again up and down your slit, loving the way your pussy looked all flufffy when he had you like this.

You could feel your juices gushing out of you and dripping down your ass when he slipped a finger in, immediately hitting your g spot from that angle. You groaned as you felt tension begin to build up inside of your pelvis.

“I need you naked, right now,” he ordered. You scrambled to your feet feeling weak in the knees as he Haechan joined you, lifting himself off the bed to unzip the back of your dress before stripping himself down until he was naked too.

He was rock hard and you could see tiny beads of pre-cum forming at his tip as you instinctively licked your lips, zeroing your eyes in on him.

Haechan giggled when he followed your gaze to the spot between his legs and began pumping at his length softly while you looked on.

“baby?” he asked. The pet name still made you melt twelve times over but that wasn’t even important right now. You nodded your head as you watched the way his fingers danced over his skin, making himself throb in his own hands.

“Lay back down for me,” he ordered and you followed quickly, thoughts racing. After propping you up in a half seated position with some extra pillows, Haechan positioned himself between your legs and sat back.

“Play with yourself,” he ordered next. You hesitated, slightly embarrassed when you remembered Haechan mentioning overhearing you.

“Don’t be shy. Trust me, I’ve heard you enough times already. So this time I want to see you,” he urged. He continued to pump at his length as you let your hands fall between your legs. You kept your eyes glued on his cock, watching as he ran his fist up and down his shaft before letting himself fall from his grasp to squeeze at his balls, moaning under his own touch.

Haechan wasn’t shy at all. He was beautiful and he knew that very well. You watched his abs flex as his entire body contracted whenever the pleasure he was inflicting upon himself became too intense.

Looking at him turned you on so much that you found yourself touching your own body with ease. You ran your index and middle finger over your slit a few times, feeling your juices spread between your folds. You shuttered as you spread your wetness over yourself, making your skin slick with extra moisture. You then used your index finger to draw circles all over your swollen clit — dragging your fingers back and forth over the soft bud, finally allowing yourself to get quicker with your pace.

Haechan watched you intently. The way your chest shook with each breath you let out and the way your legs were spread apart in front of him had him losing his mind. “Fuck, that’s right baby. You’re doing so well. Going to make me cum just by looking at you,” he groaned as his grip tightened around himself.

You were getting closer to your orgasm, wrists beginning to go weak when you slipped your fingers off of your clit and back and forth down your folds a few more times before slipping to of your fingers into your hole.

“Haechannn...” you mewled, as you slid into yourself, the sound of your wetness drawing a loud and higher moan from Haechan’s lips. He sounded heavenly.

“Shit, you have no idea how fucking pretty you look moaning my name like that,” he praised.

He gripped one of your thighs, sending you into a daze but refusing to interrupt the show you were putting on for him.

“G-gonna cum,” you mumbled. You felt his grip tighten as you watched him jerk himself through your hooded eyes.

“Go ahead, baby. I’m watching,” he encouraged. You reached out for Haechan as he moved closer to you. Your eyes fell shut and you tugged at the arm he was using to jerk off — forcing him to let go of hisself before slipping his fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans. You suckled at his fingers, tasting the bit of pre-cum that had spilled onto them when you felt the pleasure overcome you. You writhed around in Haechan’s bed, cumming quietly around your own fingers before your eyes fluttered open again.

Haechan gazed down at you through glazed eyes as he watched the lines on your face disappear as your orgasm finally calmed down. He slowly slid his fingers out of your mouth, letting them drag across your lips as he cursed to himself. His cock was still rock hard, dying to be taken care of.

“Wow, if you look that pretty now I wonder what you’ll look like when you do that on my dick,” he said softly. His words were vulgar but his voice dripped in honey. He reached his hand down to run softly over your slit, making you twitch under his touch.

“So wet... need to feel this right now,” haechan slipped his fingers into his mouth to taste you. “You’ll be a good girl and take me even though you’re still so sensitive right?” he said as he pressed down on your clit, making you groan in agony and jerk your hips upward.

“Come and bend over for me right here,” he said, dropping his voice and patting a spot beside him. You crawled into position, looking over your shoulder once you were on all fours.

Haechan met your gaze as he positioned himself behind you. You could feel his shaft brushing against your lips and the sensation caused arousal to build up once again in your core.

He ran his palms over your ass, gripping ever so softly at your cheeks before landing a firm slap on your skin. You groaned at the contact, instinctively pushing your hips back and grinding your wetness against him.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he froze. He shuffled around behind you, pumping at his length as he teased your entrance. He slid into you slowly, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I want you to listen to me carefully okay, baby?” he warned.

“Y-yes,” you murmured, pushing back against him to try to get him deeper. Haechan held you by your waist firmly, not letting you quicken the pace. He wanted you to feel very last inch of him enter you.

“Don’t be so impatient, baby,” he warned as he slowed down even more, making you groan in frustration.

“Please, haechan...” you begged, and the sound of your voice had him snapping his hips the rest of the way into you as he bottomed out. You groaned his name in response as he began to slowly fuck into you, increasing his speed after a few agonizing minutes of you whimpering around his cock while he sang praises in your ears and reminded you to follow the orders he gave you unless you wanted to be punished even more.

Soon enough when he was satisfied with your obedience, Haechan began to move at a much faster pace. He was thrusting into you quickly, landing slaps against your ass after praising the sound of your squeals whenever his hand connected. Finally he diverted your gaze to a floor length mirror that was positioned in front of you on the wall in front of his bed.

“If you ever even think about going back to that idiot I want you to remember exactly how you look right now,” he said as he ordered you to observe your reflection in the mirror. You carried a fucked out expression on your face. Your tits shook with every thrust he delivered into you from behind, and your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth as your mind went fuzzy. His hips continued to snap forward into you. You could feel the head of his penis brush against the deepest parts of you, knowing you had almost reached your limit.

You let out a loud groan when haechan lifted your torso up, pressing your back against his front to fuck you from a different angle. He thrusted up into you as he spoke his final words. “And I want you to remember how this feels anytime you even think of another man,” he spat. “No one - other than - me - could ever - make you - feel - this - good,” he said fucking into you over and over again until your head lolled back to rest against his shoulder.

“Now cum for me,” he ordered. Your mind went blank, overcome with only the feeling of your orgasm. You could feel your throat go dry, as you let out a series of moans and screams of pleasure but your ears were filled with only white noise. Your lips moved to let Haechan’s name fall from them over and over again but the sound never reached you. It wasn’t until you could feel the warmth of your best friend spilling into you and filling you up so much that you could feel him seeping out of you again, that you started to return back to reality.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck!” moaned haechan as he held you tightly, shaking ever so slightly against your back as he fought to hold both of your bodies up. You had gone limp and gasped for air before the two of you separated from each other to lay down.

The room felt like it was spinning when you both closed your eyes for a moment, reminding you both of how intoxicated you still were.

“Y/n,” haechan said between deep breaths.

“Y-yes?” you responded.

“I know this might not be the best time to say this but if it wasn’t already painfully obvious, I think... no, I’m 100% sure that I’m in love with you,” he confessed.

“So don’t you dare think that this was a one time thing. Always remember who you belong to,” he said as he reached over to pull you to his chest.

You chuckled against him, before responding “so I don’t have a choice?”

Haechan groaned, “we live together, and i literally just came inside of you. If you weren’t on the pill we would be one step closer to starting a whole ass family. At this rate, all that’s left is for us to get married... what’s left to discuss, baby?” he murmured as he dropped kisses on top of your head.

You swatted at his chest before planting a kiss on his lips. “Who said I was on the pill?” you joked. Haechan froze before pulling away from you to look you in the eyes with a slightly panicked look on his face.

“Y-you let me... do that? Even though you could easily get pregnant?” Haechan dropped his head back before groaning, “ugh, that’s so hot”

Your jaw fell open in shock as you swatted at his chest once more, making him wince in pain. “Haechan, are you crazy? I was just kidding,” you said as he pouted — genuinely disappointed that you had lied.

“Hey, I’m obviously not in a rush or anything. Besides, you still have to get rid of your OTHER boyfriend before I can actually put a baby inside of you,” he said rolling his eyes. You gasped at his words before the two of you fell into laughter.

The rest of the night was spent like this. After cleaning you up you moved to your room instead (cleaner sheets) and talked the way you usually did, this time with a few extra kisses and suggestive touches on the side. Haechan was probably more happy than you were. After ages of trying to get you to dump your shitty boyfriend he finally managed to make you his. And he vowed to himself to treat you much better than anyone else ever could to make up for all of the shitty experiences you had to go through.

The next morning you woke up in bed alone with the smell of breakfast pulling you out of your sleep. After freshening up and slipping on one of his T-shirts, you went to the kitchen where you knew Haechan would be waiting for you.

“Yesterday wasn’t a bad day. Why’d you make breakfast?” you questioned, making your way over to him.

“Do I need a reason to cook for my girlfriend?” he scoffed. The word girlfriend made you feel warm inside. He titled your head up for a quick peck.

“Now enjoy your meal so i can have dessert,” he said suggestively, squeezing at your ass before you both sat down to eat.

“You’re not supposed to have dessert with breakfast!” you said.

“So, I can’t eat your pussy after we’re done eating then?” he said.

You gasped, fork falling against your plate. “Haechan, you can’t just say things like that!” He shrugged and flashed you a cheeky smile.

“Why not? It’s not like anyone else lives here besides us. Plus, I’ve always wanted to bend you over the kitchen counter and taste you,” he said matter-of-factly.

You rolled your eye as you picked up your fork to continue eating as haechan went off on a tangent.

“And when you were cleaning the shower last week I thought about how great it would be to...” he continued before you kicked him under the table, making the both of you break into laughter again while Haechan ignored your warnings and continued to list off all the fantasies of you he had collected over the years — some sounding outright impossible and ridiculous, but leaving you thinking to yourself that you could certainly get used to mornings, days, weeks and years like this. In fact, you would be more than happy to spend a lifetime with him.

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[gasolineghuleh]

A Hurricane

Reader x Rain, who has manipulated the reader into sleeping with him. A request for @katiebeth00! 

Contains some manipulative language, as well as some degradation.

If there’s one thing in the Abbey that could be predictably dull, it’s the large feasts that the Papa’s host every weekend. Even the leaders themselves seemed bored at the large table that stretched along the front of the hall, with the recently added Papa Emeritus the Fourth. His Ghouls were stationed at the band table, one plinthe down from the high leaders. It doesn’t take a particularly keen observer to notice that most of the Ghouls were bored, flicking their food back and forth on their plates as they lean in close to talk to each other. Every so often you can catch a snippet of their conversation interspersed with some laughter.

Your cell phone chimes in your pocket and, despite yourself, you feel your cheeks pinken— it’s the special ring that Rain has assigned to himself, and more often than not recently, your conversations have been becoming increasingly sexual in nature. Your friends titter amongst themselves as you take your phone from your pocket and try to keep your face neutral as you navigate to the notification. You’ve only been texting for a few weeks but there’s no doubting the fact that something is simmering beneath the surface between the two of you. When he sees you out and about in the Abbey it’s quickly followed by a text, usually commenting on your appearance. True to form, Rain opens the conversation with what’s quickly becoming his usual, with an added and subtle command.

Rain Ghoul: Well hey there gorgeous. Careful on that wine.

You: Hey Rain. What’s up tonight?

Rain Ghoul: Could be me, if that’s what you’re asking.

You: Maybe I am. What else could be?

Rain Ghoul: Weather. Ceiling. Good old Father God. Take your pick and tell me which is more interesting.

“Hey,” your friend says, snapping her fingers in front of your nose. It’s only now that you realize that your smile has spread across your face as you stare down at your phone screen. You shake your head slightly and look up, laughing nervously at your friends as they watch you. Some of them have a raised brow as their eyes move between your face and phone, smothering giggles behind napkins or wine glass rims.

“That Ghoul you’re seeing again?” one of them asks, wine glass poised at her lips and a brow delicately arched.

“No, it’s uh…” You scramble for answers, landing on one that comes out with an embarrassed wince. “My mom. She just wants to know how I’m doing up here, and all. You know. Parental stuff,” you laugh, flapping your hand in an attempt to dismiss the conversation. Your friends aren’t so quickly deterred, however. 

“Uh huh. And I’m sure you’re smiling because you just miss home that badly?” Her wine glass emptied, your friend puts it down on the table with a solid sound, accentuating her point. As you open your mouth to answer, your phone chimes again right on cue. Despite knowing that you’ll catch flak for it, you glance down at the screen and read the message quickly. 

Rain Ghoul: Lie to them. No one needs to know what we discuss. Or that we discuss anything at all.

“She sent me a picture of my dog, from back home.” Quickly, you navigate to your photos and pull up a recent picture of your dog, glad that you had indeed saved the one she sent you yesterday. Luckily, there’s a myriad of holiday decor in the background of the photo to properly date it. Your friends pass your phone around quickly, making the appropriate sounds for a pet photo. 

“Alright, that’s fair I guess. She’s cute,” your friend says, finally handing the device back to you. You smile and huff a small sigh of relief, flicking your eyes towards Rain at the Ghoul table— he’s completely disinterested in your table, picking at his food as he talks with the other band Ghouls, apparently deep in conversation. However, you can see one of his hands is under the table, gripping his phone. 

“Thanks. I miss her,” you say, attempting to sound nonchalant as your heart rate finally begins to regulate. One of your friends hums in sympathy as she nods and your other friends return to their conversation as your phone dings again.

Rain Ghoul: Good girl. Maybe I’ll give you a reward for that. Would you like that?

You: What kind of reward?

Rain Ghoul: I remember you telling me that you liked puppet shows.

Before you can respond, Papa Nihil stands from his chair in the center of the Papal table, signaling an end to the meal. The Brother beside you groans in exasperation, attempting to shovel the rest of his stew into his mouth before the serving Ghouls come to clear the tables. You stifle a grin and stand with the others, bowing towards the disinterested Papas as you leave. The Third waves a hand towards the crowd, dismissing them without ever moving his eyes away from his own plate, suspiciously stacked high with sweets. When you scan your eyes towards the band Ghoul table, you see that they’ve already left. 

“Hello?” your friend says loudly, snapping her fingers in front of your face until you bring your attention back to her. “There you are. Let’s get going, I’ve got some chocolate stashed in the dorms I’ve been looking forward to.” You nudge her with your elbow with a laugh and leave with the gaggle of Siblings.

As you pass one of the large supply closets, however, an arm wraps around the door and yanks you inside before you have the chance to make a sound. Someone wraps their arm around your chest, pinning you to them as their hand claps over your mouth. You’re able to cast your eyes around and note the tail swishing beside you and relax slightly— it’s only Rain. Soon enough, you hear one of your friends calling your name before suggesting that you’ve gotten ahead of them and are already in the dorm rooms, waiting for your portion of chocolate.

“Isn’t that convenient, then, that your friends are so quick to assume you’ve gone on ahead of them?” Rain’s forked tongue snakes forward to caress the outer shell of your ear and you shiver in his arms, goosebumps erupting along your spine from the sensation and the anticipation of finally being able to take him inside of you. This is the closest the two of you have ever come to a sexual encounter, despite the weeks of sexual texting between you; something inside of you acknowledges the shift in your relationship from metaphorical to literal, but you’re too preoccupied with the feeling of him around you to care. 

“Maybe they just know that I’m prone to disappearing when I want to… Or that I have secret liasons all over the Abbey grounds.” That did it— his arm tightens around your middle and you feel his teeth graze across your throat as he growls, predatory. You can briefly feel his claws against you before he controls himself enough to retract them, not wanting to cause harm to his latest conquest, perhaps.

“As long as I am in charge, no one will touch you again without my permission, or my hand guiding them.” As if to demonstrate, one of his hands moves confidently to the hem of your habit as he teases it up just slightly, bringing the edge of the skirt to the crease between your thigh and hip. His long fingers graze along the outside of your panties, already almost soaked through and tacky with the evidence of your arousal.

“How would you guide them? What would you tell them to do?” you ask breathlessly, allowing your eyes to slide closed as you give in to the sensation of invisible hands gliding along your body— imagining that there were other silent participants in the closet with you. You gasp when Rain’s lithe finger slides along and then beneath the hem of your panties to dip between your folds, finding your clit quickly. 

“I would tell them to watch, first. Watch as I carve your body apart until it serves me and only me.” His finger sweeps across your clit in a solid and sure movement, his arm tightening around your middle again as you buck against his hold. “Watch as my fingers slide inside of you…” Going along with his words, his middle finger slides into you fully , crooking it slightly until he finds the spot that he wants. His other hand moves upward, keeping his forearm between your breasts in a tight hold as his hand grips your throat loosely. 

“Slide… into me?” you manage to get out between deep breaths. It feels like it’s been ages since someone has taken control of your body and given you pleasure— you’re certainly not about to ask him to stop, consequences or change in your relationship be damned. Rain leans over you, his lips brushing against the delicate flesh of your neck as he speaks. 

“Make them watch as my fingers use you as a puppet. Dance for me, pet. Follow my silent commands.” All pretense of play gone, Rain’s finger twists inside of you at the same time that his thumb presses harshly against your clit. As you gasp and roll your hips against him his teeth find your neck, biting and clamping down hard. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, close to a whimper. Rain just smiles against you and you can feel the curve of his lips against your throat. It doesn’t take long for his tail to make an appearance, something the two of you suggested multiple times in your text conversations. It wraps around your thigh, pulling harshly until your leg slides to the side on the cold stone floor, giving his hand better access to you.

“How long have you wanted me? Don’t lie,” he whispers, his voice almost pleading with you as his tongue flicks against your thumping artery. “So many others wish they could be where you are right now… Tell me how long you’ve wished to be here.” 

“A- a week now.” Your eyes squeeze shut tightly against a curl of pleasure that seems to start at your toes and work its way up your body. Behind you, Rain groans his own pleasure, his hips rocking against the swell of your ass as he presses his cock against you, still trapped in the cloth of his pants. 

“I said don’t lie,” he snarls, sharp teeth biting down into your neck, pin pricks of pain alighting along the curve of his mouth. When you gasp he pulls you against him harder, grinding his hips upward to ensure that you feel every inch of his hard length. Attempting to speak again only earns you another throaty snarl as Rain presses you forward until you’re leaning heavily against a large barrel of industrial strength cleaning supplies. 

“Please-” you start, but Rain cuts you off with one hand moving from your throat to your mouth, fingers sliding between your lips roughly. His claws are thankfully retracted, leaving only the human feeling fingers dancing between your lips in an attempt to stifle your begging pleas. 

“No more speaking, pet. For now, do my dance.” It’s a struggle but you manage to nod around his fingers, even swirl your tongue around one of them for a moment— you smile when the effort is rewarded with a hiss of pleasure from behind you. Before you know it he has your habit pulled up around your waist and your panties pulled to the side savagely.

Rain pulls his finger from your panties, bringing it around your body to press against the small of your back with his palm. He presses harder and you can feel the head of his cock aligning itself with your entrance. He waits, dragging the head of his cock along your slick entrance and tapping it teasingly on your clit until your hips are attempting to buck, pushing up against his palm. You feel rather than hear him laugh to himself, low and satisfied. 

“Please,” you whisper around his fingers between your lips, laying your head on the top of the barrel as your chest heaves with deep breaths. It’s been ages since you were this aroused and the thought of finally having his cock inside of you is almost too much to bear; you feel combustible, almost like too much gunpowder stuffed inside of a small container. The nights alone in your bedroom in the upper levels of the Abbey, your hand working between your thighs was barely enough to contain the lust and need that you felt for Rain. All of your senses fail you, narrowing focus to that small point of contact on your cunt.

“I said no words,” Rain starts and you tense. “But I’ll allow it because of your manners,” he finishes. He slides his cock into you with one thrust, slow enough for you to feel the stretch but fast enough to give you almost no time to prepare. Your mouth drops open around his fingers in a long moan, hands gripping tightly to the edge of the barrel until he bottoms out inside of you. 

You remember his warning about speaking and quell the words of praise and pleasure that are attempting to bubble up to the surface, opting instead for a moan that seems to come from your core. Rain seems satisfied as his hand on the small of your back continues to pin you in place for him, setting a tempo that has the barrel rocking with each thrust. Before long Rain is grunting and moaning his own pleasure behind you, his thrusts becoming more erratic and disjointed as he starts to chase his own climax. 

“You like this, don’t you? Knew you wanted my cock ever since I texted you the first time. I played you so good,” he says to himself, pulling his hand from your lips with a loud popping sound. It doesn’t take him long to bring that hand below you, however, concentrating on your clit as he pounds into you. “You gonna cum for me? Cum on this cock like you want it?”

“Yes,” you moan out, clenching your muscles around his cock as his finger swipes and runs over your clit. The pressure is just enough and you find yourself falling over the edge of your climax sooner than you expected, your legs shaking as you clamp your lips together, attempting to keep the sounds of your pleasure quiet.

“Make some noise for me baby, moaning doesn’t count as talking. You can break that rule,” Rain says, his breathing becoming labored as he attempts to keep up the pace he’s set. Instead, he slides into you to the hilt and rocks his hips upward, grinding his cock inside of you on the spot that makes you see stars. 

“Right there, oh my God, Rain,” you chant, your words becoming unintelligible as he continues grinding against you, the calloused pad of his index finger making quick work of your clit. Your breathing quickly devolves into a mixture of panting and whining as your hands scrabble for better purchase against the rim of the barrel. When Rain’s tail comes up and presses just delicately against your asshole you cum, biting down hard on your own forearm to stifle the sound that you know would have been heard outside the closet.

“So fucking hot, holy shit. You like when I make you my own little sex toy? Use you for everything I want? Play you like a god damn fiddle- No, not like a fiddle, like a little fucking puppet,” Rain finishes, growling low in your ear as he thrusts forward twice. He stops with his cock fully sheathed inside of you, groaning deeply as he cums. You’re too tired to urge him through the climax, but you can feel his cock pulsing inside of you with each shot of cum.

After a moment he pulls out and away from you, staggering backwards to sit on the spare chair inside the broom closet. You stay resting against the barrel for another moment more before standing slowly and with a groan. It’s not much of an effort to fix your clothing, skewed only slightly out of place and rumpled up. Rain watches as you fix your panties and then smooth down the front of your habit, resting his cheek on the back of his hand, seemingly only barely interested.

“Well?” he prods finally, waving a hand towards you in a “carry on” motion.

“Well what?” you prompt, furrowing your brows slightly. You pull your phone out of your pocket and use the front facing camera to adjust your makeup, running down your face only a little. 

“Was it worth it, then? All of the teasing, I mean.” When your eyes meet his, you’re surprised to see a surprising lack of warmth in them.

“You mean the texting? What it lead to?” He nods slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “Yeah, it was worth it. You’re good. Good enough that I wouldn’t mind a round two sometime,” you finish, sildling forward into the space between his legs and pulling gently on his tie. 

“You think you can call the shots, then, is that it?” he asks, and you can tell his face is skeptical beneath the mask. You were warned that Rain could be hot and cold with a girl after he had bedded her once, but this felt like lava to ice. “You think out of all of the girls in the Abbey that I’ve fucked, somehow you’re the one I’ll kowtow to?”

“But I thought-”

“You thought, yes.” Rain stands, swatting your hand away with ease as he straightens the legs of his pants and brushes dust off of his shoulders. “I don’t like puppets to think. Perhaps next time I use you, you’ll remember that.” 

He leaves, then, shutting the door with a final click behind him as he strides away. You’re left in the cold silence of the broom closet, your cunt aching with the memory of what had just happened; even your nipples are still hard and waiting for the possible continued affection. The thought passes you to check your phone briefly, but no— that part of the courting is over. Now you’re just another one of his toys, ready to be picked up, played with, and discarded just as easily. 

Less of a light Rain and more of a hurricane, you think to yourself snidely.

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