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arhvste · 2 years

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“i was wondering if i could have your instagram?”

your heart hammered against your chest as the anticipation weighed down on your shoulders as you stood in front of the confused boy in front of you.

“ah… i’ll have to get back to you on that.” iwaizumi replied quietly as your stomach dropped.

“oh… okay then thanks anyway!” you forced a friendly tone out to mask the utter humiliation and upset that had washed over your mood entirely upon the few words the dark haired boy offered.

the rest of the class was a blur to you. you spent majority of the time staring blankly ahead of you to face the backs of forgettable classmates heads. the only classmate that mattered to you in this particular class had rejected you just before the teacher walked in so from this moment on you had no motivation to pay attention or look forward this class.

the end bell rang and you mindlessly threw your belongings into your bag before dragging yourself through the halls to your locker to collect the rest of your belongings and head home. you didn’t even bother to wait for your friends, no. they could wait until you were in the comfort of your own home to hear you scream over the phone how embarrassed you were as a result of the rejection over something as casual as asking to be instagram buddies.

‘what sort of loser gets rejected for that?’ you almost had to laugh it was so stupid. ‘whatever.’ you thought as your feet carried you to the front gates of the school. you’d have to apologise to your friends in advance before blowing up the groupchat with your over dramatic tendencies but a little tlc from your friends was needed at this vital milestone of your life; your first ever rejection.

upon the endless string of thoughts running through your mind as you walked, you failed to pick up on the voice that had been calling after you repeatedly from behind you. you tended up at the feeling of someone gently tugging on your sleeve out of nowhere but that surprise was nothing compared to the surprised you felt upon seeing the culprits gaze.

“iwaizumi?” you asked as your classmate caught his breath. “you on a mission or something?” he huffed a little as you frowned. “yes. a mission to get home, so see ya!” you replied quickly as your pace in walk picked up again.

before you could march off, a hand tugging on the strap of your bag stopped you before you could flee the scene which happened to include the last face on earth you wanted to see right now. “before you run off again,” he started before pulling his phone out his pocket. “my instagram. you said you wanted it?”

you looked at the device in his hands with confusion. zero followers, zero posts, zero following and a cute yet handsome photo of iwaizumi in place of the profile picture icon. “i didn’t have one earlier when you asked, so i made one during that class so you could add me.” he rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from you as you fought the urge to pounce on him and bite him.

‘he’s so fucking cute.’

you tapped your own handle into his phone and followed yourself before grabbing your own phone to immediately follow him back. a weird sense of pride came over you seeing his follower and following go up by one and that one being you.

“you didn’t have to do that.” you insisted as you handed his phone back to him. “nah, i should’ve made one ages ago but i just never got around to it.” he admitted, the heat on his face finally calming down. “but now you can message me if you ever need anything… or if you just wanted to you know, talk?“ he muttered as the urge to bite the shit out of this man piqued once more.

“i’ll definitely message you if i need anything or if i want to talk but you can do the same too!” you hummed as you slipped your phone back into your pocket.

“i’ll keep that in mind.” he smiled before turning around to walk away. “please do.” you shot back before turning to make your own way home. offering a quick exchange in waves you marched home ready to text your groupchat about what had just happened until you felt your phone vibrate.

‘@iwa.hajime has sent you a message: see you tomorrow :)’

on second thought. maybe your group chat could wait.

#NOT PROOFREAD #i despise this but content is content #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #hq x you #hq x reader

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 months

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Hi! I love your fics!

Can you do a Snobby!Rich!M!Reader x Jason Todd where Jason sees the reader at one of Bruce’s gala, boasting about how rich he (his dad) is. Jason thinks nothing of it at first until the reader starts coming up to Jason and bragging about how much richer he is etc. Eventually, Jason gets so fed up he takes the reader to his room where he fucks the shit out of the reader until the reader is begging and whining. Kinda like brat taming.

Jason Todd x Snobby Rich Male Reader

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Might have made the reader kind of an airhead, on accident. Hes also got some muscle, but in the “I only have muscles to look good” typa way.

Trying to stretch the writers muscle, since writers block has had me in a violent chokehold for weeks now. Not proof read for this reason, and because i have a major headache.

Jason rarely attended the various galas Bruce, or rather the Wayne name or Wayne enterprises, threw. He had only been dragged along because of a bet he had lost during their last patrol, meaning he had no choice but to go, since none of the others wanted to go to this specific gala. New investors were invited, which meant new money, which meant snobbier than usual rich folk.

It wasn’t hard to see you were new money when you arrived, from the way you carried yourself to the way you dressed. You didn’t stand out much amongst the rest of the new money folk, in expensive brands that cared more about the name than the actual design. But compared to the usual old money that normally attended Wayne galas, you stood out like a sore thumb. The way you were bragging didn’t help either, though, everyone seemed to be bragging, like some kind of measuring contest.

It only became a problem when you started bragging to him. You didn’t even seem to care that he was a Wayne, and definitely much richer than you. He found himself indulging your rambling and peacocking in the beginning, it wasn’t Jasons fault his type were cocky little brats who thought they were untouchable.

The way you fluttered around, chest puffed out, hand on your cocked hip as your lip pouted in a way that made Jason want to bite it. As you grew more tipsy your bragging went from cute to obnoxious, making a heady annoyance start brimming under his skin.

Jason felt what little patience he had left snap when you were so obnoxious as to pull up your Gucci shirt, your lips in such a cocky grin as you showed him the red diamond piercings in your nipples. Seeing the red against your flushed skin made his jaws clench, and before your next brag and boast could sputter out of you, Jasons large hand closed around your bicep and pulled you his way.

You stumbled as Jason lugged you up the many stairs inside the manor, up to the upper floors that were never open during galas, down the hallways and in through a door. There wasn’t much time for you to look around, or comment about the poor looking design, before Jason was upon you like a starved wolf upon a rabbit.

His lips were dry, and this close you could feel the scars carved against them. The noise that left you was borderline pathetic as his tongue slid between your lips, the thick muscle dragging against the roof of your mouth, before Jason truly started devouring you. Grasping uselessly at his suit jacket, you felt so unsure on your feet and dizzy, like you were about to collapse against him.

A sharp gasp tumbled out of you as Jason picked you up, his strong arms flexing like you weighed nothing. It clicked somewhere in the back of your mind that those muscles of his weren’t just for show. Not like you who only worked out and ate well to have the appearance the masses only dreamed of. As you were lost in your thoughts Jason threw you down on the bed, his strong hands grasping at your shirt and jacket, ripping the fabric down the middle, resulting in you whining and crowing in the way only a spoiled rich person could.

The breath that he huffed out was sharp and short, his green eyes flicking up to meet yours, so much intensity in them that you felt your spine straighten. “Ill buy you something better” he grunted as he ripped your pants and boxers, shredding the fugly fabric and throwing the strips off to the side like useless trash.

It was habit at this point that had you whining and complaining, even going as far as to roll onto your front and kicking your legs in a pitiful way, complaining the entire time about him not respecting you or your things, and how he was just some dumb musclehead that didn’t know anything.

Jason didn’t even have the energy to act like he was listening, watching as the muscles of your back flex and pull. There was no true definition for your build, no muscles built from hard work or a rough life, like you were some kinda kendoll with the perfect muscle to fat ratio and specialized trainers. But it did give you an amazing ass, round and perky, the sight of it making Jason drool with the need to taste.

Your next protest was completely cut off as Jasons rough scarred hands grabbed your cheeks, spreading them just far enough for him to bury his mouth between them. A high-pitched squeak that melted into a watery whine rang from you, as Jasons broad wet tongue buried itself in your hole. Burying your face into one of his pillows, you tried to silence the embarrassing noises, eyes prickling with unshed tears as Jason’s hand snuck under your hips to fondle your weeping hardness.

Jason pulled back with a wet slurp, his lips and chin covered in drool as he glanced up over the expanse of your back, seeing the way your head was ducked down and hiding. “I thought you were whining, come on, tell me how much you hate it” he purred, voice deep and hot, making your insides clench as it felt like honey running down your spine.

You lift your face enough to stutter out a few half thought out protests and fussy words, none of them actually making much sense. Behind you Jason smirked, knowing what little brain you had was struggling hard to piece together your usual bravado, which also allowed him to coat his fingers in lube and warm it up enough to not be too uncomfortable.

Once again, your words were cut off as Jasons slicked fingers slid inside you, Jason crawling up enough to rest against your back. He was much bulkier than you were, his scarred torso pressed against your own blemish free back, his weight pressing you deeper into the mattress.

There were a few attempts to insult him, but the way Jason seemed to have expertly found your prostate, and how he kept rubbing against it, you found it very hard to form your lips to muster up any meaningful words. It all felt like too much, everything was too hot, too slick, too stimulating but also not enough, and Jason only seemed to enjoy your reactions more and more.

Through it all Jason made sure to press kisses against your shoulders and neck, the dirtiest but most delicious words mumbled into your ear, as his fingers twisted and turned in ways that had you tearing up. You didn’t even notice how he added more fingers, until Jason finally withdrew them completely and he sat back on his haunches.

It took more brainpower than you had at the moment to peek over your shoulder, your eyes shooting wide at his overly scarred torso, but also the weapon he was rolling a condom down onto. As if sensing your thoughts Jason crawled back on top of you, rubbing himself against you as he reassured you that it would fit, you just had to be good.

The comment about your behavior made you sour, scrunching up your brows and sticking out your lip in a pout. Instead of scolding you, Jason just hooked an arm around your upper torso, turning you enough to kiss you, just to distract you enough to keep you loose and pliant for him to slide inside. The stretch had you whining, but it didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as you thought it would, and soon Jason was seated fully inside.

It had never been Jason’s plan to go easy on you, but he gave you enough time to adjust before he started moving, drawing back before pushing back in with a strong thrust of his hips. Like his fingers Jason seemed way too skilled at finding your prostate, which made your arms give out and sending you crashing back into the mattress as his hips shoved against your own.

His tone was almost taunting as Jason lifted you up by the grip he had around your torso, his voice thick and mocking in a hot and fluid way, reminding you to breathe. It was only then that you realized you had been holding your breath, the air fucked right out of your lungs every time he shoved into you, and his fast and deep pace gave you no time to gasp air back into your lungs.

Tears blurred your vision as you panted and almost drooled, hands clawing and grasping at the sheets. You were sure you must of cum at least once, if not twice, but Jason gave you no time to bask in it or fully register it before the next jab against your prostate had you reeling.

The noises that left you might have been begs and pleas, for him to go harder, faster, for more, but you couldn’t have been sure. At some point Jason even started praising you, making sure to speak right into your ear, telling you just how good you were taking it, and wasn’t it just so much nicer to not be such a brat? A warbly whine left you in response, a full body shudder crashing through you, as you tumbled over the edge for what must have been the third time.

Jason seemed to finally have met his own end, a deep guttural groan ringing from his chest as you bottomed out, his eyes clenched and brows furrowed as he spilled into the rubber around his length. Part of him regretted not just taking you raw, but there was always next time.

You must have fallen asleep or passed out, as you were clean and in a pair of boxers when you next came too. You were even laying against Jason’s chest, one of his strong arms wrapped around your back to keep you pressed against him, ear against his pec, his heartbeat strong and even. A soft kiss was pressed against the top of your head, Jason muttering for you to go back to sleep.

And who were you to protest. Normally you would have started a fuss just because he thought he could order you around, but the way a deep satisfying exhaustion hung over you was enough to keep you quiet and compliant, for now. As you slumped back against him Jason just chuckled slightly, flipping to the next page in the book he was reading, his other hand rubbing up and down your back. Maybe you weren’t so bad as he had thought, Jason didn’t even mind your snooty attitude, since he gave him an excuse to tame the brat right out of you.

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luna-andra · 8 months

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StepDad!König Headcanons (SFW & Wholesome) ✨

Image @cozyhuii (@miss_bozo on Twitter)

Headcanons I thought up of König being a step daddy to reader's kid

A/N: Y'all got my very first König headcanon list to 600+ notes earlier today and I had to pump this one out. I had been in a writing rut for a while (still kind of am? But I'm finding my way back) and this is my way of showing my gratitude. StepDad!König originally was something I did for me (König being step daddy to my kid? YES PLEASE) but I made this gender neutral (& gn kid) like the other ones 🖤

Domesticated!König Series: Part 1 Part 2

I write other stuff too! Masterlist here 🖤

👑 His reaction was the better outcome you had thought up when König found out you had a kid from a previous relationship. Why would that deter him from continuing to date you? He was a man that didn’t view single parents as “spoiled goods”, and would quite frankly curb stomp someone if they heard them refer to you as such.

👑 He was aware of the possibility of you postponing and rescheduling dates, and unfortunately they did happen. “Sitter canceled? No problem.” “Mom/Dad bailed on their weekend? I get it.” You were so relieved by his patience and empathy for the times plans would fall through.

👑 It was clear to König that you were going to hold off on introducing him to your child. He had great respect for that rule, it meant you were very keen on not having a revolving door of people coming in and out of that kid’s life.

👑 As time went on, he would always show an active interest in your child by asking how they are doing in school? Did they still like [insert movie/TV show here]? He hoped they liked the treats he had bought at the PX on base.

👑 But the one time you seemed extremely defeated and bummed out about another postponed date, he took his chance and threw out the idea of hanging out - the three of you - at your house. You hesitated, but it had been nearly long enough for you to be okay with it. The guilt weighed on you considering it had been a hot minute since the two of you had any time for each other. König was such a sweetheart, reassuring you that this is how he wanted to spend his time, with you and your kiddo.

👑 Almost every date after that became an outing with the three of you. He was referred to as Onkel König by your child, a title that warmed his gigantic heart.

👑 Came to every sports game/martial arts competition/band or orchestra event/etc. Became as active as the bio mom/dad (if they were still around) in their extra-curricular activities. He didn’t want to miss a single thing.

👑 Speaking of bio mom/dad/ex-spouse, he made the conscious effort to be acquainted with them if they were still present in Kiddo’s life. As long as they were cordial, so was König.

👑 Spoiled the hell out of Kiddo for Christmas and birthdays. They wanted for nothing and sometimes you hated it but were also thankful that he has come to love a child that originally wasn’t his.

👑 We all know König is of older age given his rank of Colonel. It’s so funny when he has to ask you about lingo the younger kids use. “What is bussies and why do they want to go there so much?” That was fun explaining it to König as his face grew intensely pink at his ignorance. It’s best if he comes to you every time he hears something new fly out of that kid’s mouth.

👑 He always used German terms of endearment for the both of you, and Kiddo picked up German the more time they spent with König. It forced you to learn too (you were already learning but you were putting in extra hours after bedtime to stay ahead of them).

👑 100% a prankster. And oh god… did it get out of hand quickly. You had to sit both of them down to scold them about putting soy sauce in your coffee when you weren’t looking; that was the final straw. No one messes with the morning coffee.

👑 Came home with a puppy from the animal shelter because Kiddo got an A on their test (failed to mention to König that it was a test they had already got rewarded for).

👑 The only time you ever saw this man cry was at Kiddo’s graduation. They said to their friends “Can you take a picture of me with my Dad? He showed up in uniform for this.” He held it together for the event, but let the tear loose on the way home.

Likes & reblogs are always appreciated! Asks are opened for requests & ideas for others. Might do some for Ghost in the future ✨

#konig #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig x y/n #gn y/n #gn reader #konig x you #konig headcanons #headcanon #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod #cod mwii #mw2 #call of duty fanfic #task force 141 x reader #stepdad!konig

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honeybubblebeeeeee · 6 months

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Toji is one to come and go as he pleases. He also expects you to wait for him. To not see anyone else.

He would leave for days, weeks, even months at a time. He wouldn't say a word. Just disappear. He wouldn't answer his phone.

Toji had already been gone two months. He didn't answer when you called or texted and of course no one else knew where he was either. You went out with your friends to a bar, your head was fuzzy, your body was warm, in the moment nothing really mattered aside from the music playing and the way your body moved to the beat.

Eventually you stumbled from the bar for your walk home. You weren't plastered, just happily buzzed. Heels clicked on the sidewalk as you walked, the cool breeze against your skin not covered by your short dress felt good.

Your ears perked at the heavy footsteps behind you. You huffed and kept walking. The footsteps didn't relent. You rolled your eyes and stopped walking, turning on your toes and looking up to face the culprit.

"Finally decided to come back did you?" Toji's tall muscular frame loomed over you.

"Seems you've been busy." His deep voice feathered over your skin.

You hummed your discontent and turned to keep walking. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you flush against him. "Going somewhere darling? This is how you greet me after I’ve been gone?" You pushed at his chest, his sly smirk only enraging you more.

"Fuck off Toji." You squirmed out of his grip and made a move to run for it but he was faster. He picked you up like you weighed nothing and threw you over his shoulder. You thumped on his back. "Put me down!" He rewarded your demands with a slap on the ass.

You squealed and he chuckled low, it vibrated your body. "Have I been gone that long that you've already forgotten you're mine?" He continued walking towards an unknown destination.

"Yours? You never answer your fucking phone, you don't tell me where you’re going or what you’re doing” You huffed. “Or who you’re doing” you whispered under your breath.

He stopped dead, putting you down just enough that your feet scraped the concrete but not enough for you to get away. “What do you want hm?”

“For you to fuck off.” You glared at him, your arms trapped between you and him.

“We both know that’s never happening. So what do I have to do to get you to stop acting like a brat?” His nose brushed yours, scarred lips smirking at the way your face heated up.

You turned your head away from him. Toji continued to hold you barely off the ground with one arm while the other turned your head back towards him. “Look at me darlin’. You know I only want you. So again, what do I have to do to get you to stop acting like this every time I leave?” His eyes bore into yours almost putting you into a trance before you shook her head.

“Maybe I don’t know, not leave without telling me. Maybe, answer your phone. I know you have one.” Your tone was sarcastic as your rolled your eyes at him.

“How about I just pack you up and take you with me hm? Is that what you want? I’ll just never let you out of my sight again, how about that.” His voice was mostly sarcastic but there was a hint of truth underneath. He always wanted you around. He never saw anyone else in the months he was gone. Yeah he didn’t answer your calls or texts all the time and truthfully he didn’t have a good reason but that didn’t mean you weren’t on his mind. In truth he would probably get nothing done with you around all the time but he didn't necessarily hate the idea either.

Your face held a subtle pout at his words. Toji couldn’t help but run his thumb along your bottom lip. “Tell. me. what. you. want.” He accentuated the words dramatically.

What did you want? “Answering your phone and telling me when you leave will suffice.” You tried to turn away from him but he held you still.

Toji eyed you with the look of a predator watching prey. You were screwed and you knew it. "I don't think it will. You're coming with me from now on."

"Toji, I-" You got cut off as he slung you back over his shoulder and kept on walking. You screamed trying to stifle the laugh that threatened to rise from your throat and kicked your legs, trying to get out of his hold.

"The more you act like a brat the more I'm going to treat you like one." He ran his hands over the back of your thighs.

You huffed and stopped fighting him eventually. Finally on a street you were familiar with, because it was the one his house was on. He dropped you to your feet and let you go. While you adjusted your dress, he watched your every move. "I will consider coming with you."

He laughed. "Then I will consider not answering my phone."

Your eyes narrowed at him, as you went to stomp up to him he cupped your face with his large rough hands, whispering in your ear. "I did miss you and your fire. Not a moment went by that I hadn't thought of you. If you came with me I could show you all the ways I think about you all the time."

Your breath hitched in your throat. Toji pulled away, eyes burrowing into you. He let you go and walked a few steps past you. "So are you coming or not?" Raising a hand to you in offering.

You wanted to tell him no out of spite, for all the times he left and said nothing. For all the missed phone calls and ignored texts. However, he never did not show up when you needed him. Any time you had called or texted because you were having a bad day or someone had bothered you he had picked up and conveniently came back to you the next day. He had always insisted it was simply because he was done with whatever job he was doing but you knew better deep down. He did care in his own twisted way. Besides it wasn't like there was really anything holding you here. You would have shown up where he was multiple times if you had known where he'd gone.

You stepped up to him, his hand a breaths away. You hid your smirk as you smacked your hand into his. Toji wasted no time in pulling you into him and finishing the walk to his house with you under his arm. Kissing the top of your head, he whispered in your ear, "That's my girl."

(also send requests! i appreciate them they help smmmm with writers block <3)

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imtryingbuck · 7 months

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Birdie

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: The team lose their friend (I’m bad at summaries sorry)

Word count: 1,532

Warnings: Angst. My terrible attempt at a fight scene.

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Her hand slowly came up to her face, removing the bottom half of her mask then the glasses.

They couldn’t believe it.

They didn’t want to believe it.

“Y/n?”

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Bucky’s heart was in his throat, his eyebrows raised and pulled together.

It can’t be he repeated in his head, he watched her die, he watched as the Hulk picked up the rubble and threw them like they weighed nothing. He held her in his arms the whole way home trying to attack the people who took her cold lifeless body away from his arms.

Frozen in place in the middle of the road he didn’t want to believe it, it couldn’t have been her. Yes this woman standing in front of them all posture upright and ready to attack had their friends face, same colour eyes, the same scar on her lip from the time Y/n fell over whacking her face off the kitchen counter busting her lip wide open, the exact same scar that went across her eyebrow from where she was beaten many missions before her untimely demise - she had copied Steve’s words ‘I can do this all day’ which was accurately true, making everyone who heard her through her comms laugh.

The three things wrong with this woman who was standing in front of them was, one - her eyes were so dark, nothing like Y/n who’s eyes were always so bright and full of life, joy and wonder. Two - their friend, their crazy friend who always made everyone laugh, their friend who always had their best interests at heart would never ever let anyone hurt them, taking bullets and hits just for them, let alone try and attack them. And three, their friend was dead.

“Is…is that Y-Y/n?” Clint’s raspy voice sounded through their comms.

Bucky watched as her head tilted ever so slightly to the left, his whole body went rigid as he knew what that head tilt meant.

She was about to attack.

And sure enough six individual 10 inch claws came out of her knuckles.

“What do we do?” Nat questioned.

“We can’t hurt her!” Tony says.

“Wanda control her!” Orders Steve.

Bless the redheads heart, she was trying. And failing. “I-I’m trying!”

Little bird/Y/n’s eyes shifted from Bucky to Wanda and before any of them could do anything Wanda was thrown backwards.

Like idiots they took their eyes off of the woman all in black, when they turned around the panic they already felt amplified by a thousand.

She was no longer there.

“Clint you’ve got a visual?” Steve asks.

“No…”

They heard a high pitch screeching sound of metal against metal scraping together from behind them, they turn to face that way when they hear the sound again from their original position.

“She’s toying with us”

“I’ve got a visual” Clint speaks.

“Clear shot?” Steve asks.

“What? You can’t be serious!” Bucky all but shouts.

“We injure her and then we’ll grab-“

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you” The voice that they hadn’t heard in real time for 6 long painful years suddenly says just as she appears in front of them.

“Y/n?” Whispered Bucky.

Her eyes flickered ever so slightly but they all catch it. “Buck say her name again” Steve says.

And he does, this time they all see a flash of recognition in her eyes “Metal man talk to her” Tony tells him.

Taking in a deep breath he slowly breaths out, “Y/n? I know you’re in there doll, I can see it. It’s okay I promise. Please come back to me-us, it’s oka-“

The look on her face of her remembering vanished, along with their hope. “You must take out the strongest first in order to succeed” Winking at them, she throws Steve into a car.

Thor was then thrown.

Then Nat.

Then Sam and Tony at the same time.

Then Bruce.

Keeping them all pinned along with Wanda she stared down Bucky then smirked. “You’re the strongest you know?”

“Why didn’t you throw me first then?”

“Because… you’re the one that makes me stronger. Always have. Always will.”

“Y/n you can come back from thi-“

“Like you once said Solider, it always ends in a fight. And that’s what we shall do”

Before he even had the chance to talk some sense into her or move position she launched herself at him, throwing punch after punch to his face and body causing him to grunt in pain.

“Fight. Back. Soldat” Each word ending with a hard blow to his face.

“No” Bucky rasped out. He doesn’t want to fight back, even when they use to train together he always went easy on her - not because he was scared to hurt her but because the thought of laying a hand on her in a violent way made him feel sick to his stomach.

“Fight or die”

For Bucky it was an easy choice. Didn’t even have to think about it. Didn’t even hesitate to go to his knees, he blanked out the shouting from behind him. “You’re going to have to kill me Y/n/n because I’m not going to fight you”

Her eyes squinted and one eyebrow raised up “Coward”. She spat out.

“You’re the one hesitating now Y/n… what does that make you?” Bucky could tell that the woman he loves was still there and trying to break through, well he hoped he could see it and it wasn’t just his hopefulness playing tricks on him.

“If killing me brings you back to our friends then doll, do it. Please”

Her face hardened as she stared him down, her stance faltered. As she squared her shoulders she looked around at the people she had pinned down. “I-I don’t want to do this but you’re my mission. So fight back”

“Okay, okay I’ll do it” He gets up slowly, he hopes that what he’s about to do is all worth it.

He throws the first punch, then the next and the next. His stomach turns at his actions but he continues to fight the love of his life.

Spitting blood out of her mouth, with her left leg she kicks him in his stomach, making him fly backwards landing just a few inches away from Steve. She makes her way towards them as he jumps up onto his feet, they meet in the middle and continue to throw punches and kicks at each other.

The Avengers hearts were beating rapidly as they watch their friends try and kill one another.

Due to the super soldier serum coursing through their veins neither one backs down, neither one grows tired.

Her claws come out and he gulps, he tries to use his vibranium arm as protection against her adamantium claws knowing his arm is stronger.

Bucky had managed to dodge the umpteenth attack when her claws dug in and sliced him across his stomach causing him to scream out in agony, he dropped to his knee’s clutching his stomach with both hands. A lone tear drops from his bright blue eyes as he looked at her.

“It’s okay…”

Y/n dropped to the floor and scrambled backwards, her eyes bounced from Bucky’s to her claws - that were covered in his blood, looking at them in horror and disgust.

“It’s okay” He kept repeating to her, he could see that it was her and not the puppet Hydra had created.

“Bucky? Bucky I’m so sorry, oh my God, what have I done, I’m sorry” His heart broke for the last time at the pain in her voice.

The team were finally able to move, their invisible chains letting them go, they all made their way to Bucky’s aide.

“I’m so sor-sorry”

Tony slowly put one foot in front of the other towards the girl who he had unofficially adopted, whose whole body shook with sobs “Sweetheart, can I ask you a question?” Their friends looked puzzled at him.

“W-w-what?”

“What’s your nickname for Bucky?”

“Buckaroo”

Tony released a strangled noise, between a laugh and a sob. “It’s okay sweetheart, look at me, he’ll be okay I promise and so will you”

“No no no I hurt hi-him”

“He’s okay Y/n/n I promise” He got closer to her and dropped to his knees “Ca-can I hold you?” He sees the hesitation in her eyes before she nodded, he didn’t waste any time in pulling her into his arms. Holding her closer and tighter as he humanly could, he couldn’t help himself from crying. For 6 years he’s not been able to touch her, to give her a hug. He cries with her, softly telling her ‘everything will be okay’.

Despite the pain that Bucky feels in his stomach he doesn’t stop the smile from forming on his split lips or the tears from falling.

They all stand there watching Tony cling on to their friend who they thought they had lost 6 years prior.

None of them had a dry face. None of them knew that when they woke up this morning they were going to be reunited with their friend.

Their friend, a huge part of their blended and mismatched family was alive and back.

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chloessleepystories · 6 months

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A Year with Santa Claus

How many references can you find to favorite holiday stories?

I was lying on the couch in the living room Christmas Eve, laptop on my tummy, all the lights out except the lights from the tree. It was pretty. It was peaceful. It was boring.

But at least it was quiet – my younger siblings were nestled all snug in their beds, while mama in her kerchief and dad in his saggy tightie-whities were settled in for their long winter’s siesta after six glasses of cheap Walgreens wine. I was browsing dirty hypno Tumblr on my laptop and getting progressively hornier, so I shucked off my sweatpants and started stroking.

When suddenly I heard a jingling and a twinkling on the roof, as of the prancing and pawing of little hooves. And then, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a shower of soot on the floor, and the fireplace full of Santa Claus himself.

My long pale bare legs splayed, my sweatshirt hoisted up over one small teenage boob, and my sticky fingers covering my crotch, I must have been a sight. But all I said was: “I’m not cleaning that up.”

I guess it takes a lot to surprise Santa. His mouth hung open for a minute or two, but he quickly recovered – dropping his sack of toys and fumbling with his big belt buckle.

“Do we have time for this?” I whispered.

“Silly child,” he said. “Time is never an issue.” He threw a handful of gold dust in the air and instantly, time seemed to stand still. The clock stopped between ticks. The sprinkles settled on my bare body, and on my face, and tingled wherever they hit. I mindlessly slid forward off the couch and onto my knees, as a wave of peace and joy warmed my mind and hardened my nipples. He pulled my sweatshirt off as I gazed up at him, completely naked, my smile spreading as he stripped off his furs.

I gotta say, I was expecting an old fat man – a right jolly old elf – but I have been MISINFORMED, y’all. Turns out Santa is big, yes, but it’s almost all muscle. And he’s a silver fox – silver hair, short silver beard … with tattoos … “NICE” on his left forearm, and “NAUGHTY” on his right. And his name isn’t actually Santa, it turns out – but Sander…

His cock was impressive, majestic, and it tasted like cinnamon. His precum was like frosting, so sweet – undoubtedly from all the cookies. I sucked and slurped as he stroked my hair, and moved gently in and out of my mouth. It felt so good to serve him, to please him … then he picked me up as if I weighed nothing, and settled my dripping cunny on the head of his cock.

“It’s so warm!” I whispered. “It’s like you’re burning me up from the inside!”

Sander grinned, and there was a twinkle in his eye. “That’s me,” he said. “I’m Mr Hundred-and-One.”

He used me like a toy, but gently and lovingly, filling me so full with every thrust. He lay me back down on the carpeting, under the tree, and I looked up at all the pretty lights, in a daze, as he pumped into me for what seemed like hours … until finally Santa came down my chimney. Again and again, he came down my chimney.

I lay there panting as he dressed all in his furs again. I wasn’t sure if I could form words. When he knelt beside me, I whimpered like a broken doll. “Do you have to go?”

He smiled, shaking his head, and took out a sprig of mistletoe from his coat pocket. He held it over me. “I’m taking you back to my workshop, my dear. I’ll fix you up there … then I’ll bring you back here …” He broke a mistletoe berry under my nose. My eyes rolled back, and in an instant I was unconscious.

The next year passed by in a blur, a candy-colored, peppermint-flavored haze of sex and sweets. (If it was only a year – but I had my doubts about that. It seemed like it was always “nearly Christmas” around Sander and his people, and it was a perpetual aura of excitement plus exhaustion.) Time ceased to have any meaning. I learned to serve the elves. I made cookies with Mrs Claus – a process she enjoyed very much. And the things I ate and drank filled me with Christmas cheer, in different ways.

Some chocolates seemed to chip away at my intelligence. Some fruitcake seemed to leave me in a drugged-out blissful stupor for hours. Sometimes I seemed sharp and alert, but the only thing I could think of were the Christmas carols playing over and over in my mind, accompanying thoughts of various sex acts.

“Try some of this,” Mrs Claus would say as we cooked and baked together in her kitchen … And I would find myself licking the sugar from her hands, then sucking on her fingers, then going down on her snatch of silver-and-gold.

“Look into my eyes,” Sander would say, and I would gaze into his eyes for a while, smelling his breath of peppermint and pipe tobacco, but somehow not hearing the words he spoke into my unresisting ears … until I would awaken with “NAUGHTY” choking my throat, just a little bit, while “NICE” was kneading and stroking my sex.

I was his favorite toy. He loved finding new games to play with me, to make me entertain him, or the others … or to make me happy. One of his favorites was turning me into a snowman. “There must be some magic in this hat I found,” he would say, then he would plop it on my head, and I would instantly freeze. He and the Missus would play with my body, and it would respond, but I could barely feel it – I was nearly numb, and the arousal would be far away. No matter what, I couldn’t cum. My eyes would leak in my frustration, but I couldn’t move, and could barely feel, a frozen snowman … until they removed the hat. Then everything would flood back into my body at once, and I would scream and shake and almost pass out from the explosion inside every cell.

Once, Sander hypnotized me into believing I was one of the reindeer. My name was Olive … Olive the other reindeer. He took a red thread, and he tied some antlers to the top of my head, then he led me into the stables. He left me there for hours … playing all the reindeer games.

I ate sweets and I breathed magic. I learned … I grew … I changed. My ass rounded and my breasts filled out as I grew older, more womanly, no longer a teenager. The elves would use my body for hours, as if they had never seen someone as tall as me, never had access to sexual partners before … as if they needed the practice. I loved letting the elves practice on me, my holes, my tits … it was like being swarmed by sex-starved puppies, and I loved it.

But the day finally came when Sander told me he needed to send me back to the world. It was almost Christmas again … though whether it was the same Christmas I had left, or the next one, or any other Christmas, I neither knew nor cared. I wept, and Father Christmas held me close. “I will always know when you’re sleeping, and when you’re awake,” he whispered. “I’ll know if you’ve been bad or good – so be good and naughty.”

“Yes Daddy,” I nodded, sniffling.

He touched my tears, with wonder and concern. “What’s this? What’s this?”

I sniffled.

“Santa baby?” I asked. “Could I make one wish, this Christmas?”

I could, and I did. I wished not to go back to my family, but a different one. He even let me pick one out. It took some time, and some research, but it was worth it.

Then, when I was finally ready, he gave me a cup of hot cocoa. I sipped it, then felt the sugar plums and fairy music swell. “Say … what’s in that drink,” I murmured as I lost consciousness.

So … here I am. Under the tree, dressed in lingerie and a cute little Santa hat – switched “off,” ready to be turned on by love and Christmas magic when the family come downstairs in the morning.

I picked a kind looking widower named Bob, who had to raise several kids on his own. The youngest, Tim, is sickly, but has made it to age 18, and I know I can make him, and his brothers, and their father, all happy. It gives me sexual pleasure to serve… so I’ll cook, and clean, and bake the best cookies they’ve ever had – and fulfill their sexual fantasies too. Sander even left instructions and trigger words for some of the games we’ve played, and modes he’s installed. I know I can make them all very happy.

I will miss elf practice, though.

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digitaldiarystuff · 5 months

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Good 4 U Pt.2

summary: you and pedri broke up months ago but you didn’t realize he was back out there dating new girls while you couldn’t even enjoy anything

pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Y/N

genre: mostly smut (minors dni) slight angst

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You were just about to press call button for the uber until you felt someone pick you up.

“Pedro, stop” you yelled as he threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing to him.

“Let go off me.” you continued yelling but he wouldn’t budge. The car door was already opened for you so he sat you down and reached for your seatbelt. His face was stoic and made you a little nervous so you decided to accept your fate and get this ride over with.You crossed your arms as he settled in his seat starting the car.

“Would you like some music, you can choose.” he said whilst handing you his phone. You thought for a second and reached for his phone thinking it was better than a deafening silence but he quickly dropped the phone on his lap, smiling devilishly.

“Real mature.” you said again crossing your arms.

“Won’t you take it, I guess I’ll choose the music then.” he said teasing you knowing how much you hated his taste in music. You scoffed and carefully picked the phone from his lap trying your hardest not to touch his legs. He smiled but kept his mouth shut as you tried unlocking the phone.

“Asking for a password.” you said showing him the phone thinking he’d rather put it in.

“You know my password. I never change it.”

You did know his password, it was your birthdays back to back but you figured he must’ve changed it after your break up. But surprisingly, he didn’t. You tried to keep your face unimpressed and failed. There was a little smile pulling on your lips now.

“You should, it wouldn’t be nice if your girlfriend asked it’s meaning” you teased, as much as you liked to pretend not to care you were dying to know more.

“You’re the only girl who is allowed near my phone.”

“Yeah, just so you can show me how many girls you’re talking to.”

You went onto Spotify and searched for a Taylor Swift song, you were about to press ‘back to december’ but decided against it thinking it’s too sad and put on ‘don’t blame me’ instead. He smiled knowingly and after a few seconds you started enjoying the ride. You never would’ve confessed this out loud but being with him felt comforting and you missed this feeling terribly.

But your peace was cut short when you felt Pedri’s hand on your thigh, you looked at him with shock but his eyes were focused on the road. You thought maybe it was a force of habit, not trying to freak out but soon, his hand started inching closer to the hem of your dress. Your mind went blank as his touch was like fire on your skin, the bare minimum he’s doing erupted goosebumps.

You fought to stay still and now act on impulse, knowing it would only boost his ego but truth to be told, you were conflicted between slapping his hand away and pulling it to where you wanted him.

“Pedri.” you whispered as he slowly pushed your dress up and his long fingers traveled around where you needed him the most.

He just shushed you and continued his movements only to stop once he reached your underwear.

“Who did you put this on for?” he asked as soon as he felt the lace against his fingers.

“No one” you answered truthfully although your voice cracked a little from the anticipation.

“I don’t believe you Y/N.” he tsk’ed. “You wore this for me, didn’t you?” he chuckled and you hated how attractive he looked eyes on the road and hand between your legs.

“I didn’t even know you were going to be there.” you said and it was the truth though you realized it was a possibility.

“You can’t lie to me, I can see right through you. So if you haven’t worn this for me then who is it for?” his voice was so soft but firm at the same time that it was turning you on so much. You felt a little pool form between your legs without even doing anything. His fingers moved your panties aside and suddenly he inserted a finger into you.

“Answer me baby.” he cooed like he wasn’t fucking you with his finger while in a car.

“I didn’t wear it for anyone” his fingers quickened their thrusts. “I swear Pedri.” you moaned a little while moving your hips a little to get more friction. He closed his eyes for a second.

“God I missed you moaning my name. Do it more.” he ordered harshly, slapped your thigh and inserting another finger. You were so deprived of his touch that you couldn’t even think about how wrong it was.

“No” you said with your last willpower. He pulled his fingers out immediately and you hissed at the emptiness. He was cracking you with every passing second.

“No baby, you misunderstood me. I didn’t ask, I ordered.” he said and shoved them right back in causing you to arch your back on your seat.

“Pedri” you released a loud moan making him turn to you, this whole time his eyes were on the road but your voice captivated him.

“Look at you, can’t even say anything just my name over and over again. Wait till we get home baby and my name will be the only thing you can remember for a really long time.” He tried retracting his fingers but you quickly pulled on his wrist.

“Please keep going.” you said and he chuckled.

“Did you miss me that much that you can’t wait till we get home?”

“Pedri please, do something.” you begged frustrated.

“Whatever you say, love.” he said still pumping his fingers in and out of you occasionally massaging you. You held his bicep afraid he’ll stop if you didn’t and soon after he was at his garage, you didn’t even realize he was driving to his house not yours too focused on his movements on your body. As soon as he stopped the car he unbuckled his seatbelt reaching over you hungrily attacking your lips. By this point you were turned on beyond repair and needed him, anywhere and everywhere.

“I still hate you.” you mumbled in between kisses trying to hold on to your dignity in the slightest but he just smirked.

“I don’t think your body agrees, baby.” He took this time to pull your panties off your legs and shove them in his pocket. You were now exposed to Pedri and full on making out.

You hastily got rid of his shirt and the t-shirt he wore under it and he just unzipped your dress freeing your breasts.

“You look like a goddess, god I missed you.” he said and you were barely registering anything, your mind clouded with the pleasure he was giving. As soon as his lips found their way to your soft spot behind your ear, you gasped loudly scratching his body with your nails and came undone moaning his name.

“We should go inside.” he said kissing your lips and putting his forehead against yours, smiling softly.

“I don’t think I can” you laughed at how jelly your legs felt.

“It’s okay I got you.” he said and pulled the t-shirt over his head exiting the car. Pedri opened your door and carefully and carried you bridal style to his home.

“I meant what I said. I did really miss you.” he whispered once you both were in the bed lying next to each other just cuddling, the atmosphere was so different from minutes ago in his car. His hand was stroking your hair and his lips left occasional kisses around your face.

“I meant what I said as well.” you said about telling him you hate him.

“Take that back or I’ll have to make you cum all over again to remind you how much you love me.”he said faking being offended and chuckled. You wanted to challenge him and tell him you hated him but laying there was far more important than winning a fight so you stayed quiet just embracing each other, feeling every piece of your life being complete again.

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mochatsin · 9 months

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WHEN MC HAS INCREDIBLE STRENGTH

You may not look like the part, since to every demon in the realm you seem to be the weakest exchange student in the program. There’s a sorcerer, two celestial angels, then there’s you. But there’s more that meets the eye when the brothers see how physically strong you actually are. Strong enough to rival even demons.

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Lucifer

When you first arrived here, Lucifer can admit that he was worried about babysitting such a weak human. You didn’t know a lot of spells back then unlike Solomon with centuries of experience, so putting someone so ordinary in a realm of demons can be dangerous after all.

Well, it turns out you weren’t exactly ordinary. While Lucifer was patrolling the halls of RAD he found you cornered by a large demon who was trying to pick on you. He was fully prepared to intervene and teach this demon a lesson when you quickly grabbed them by the arm and threw them on the floor. The impact was strong enough to knock them out.

The loud THUD! Echoed the halls and Lucifer was… utterly speechless. What is that brute strength?! That was not recorded in your files at all. But he quickly composes himself as he makes his way towards you. The way you were apologizing really contrasts to how physically aggressive you could be.

“No need to apologize MC. You’ve shown that demon a proper lesson indeed, I just need to drag them to the student council for a stern punishment.” He says and before he could do anything, you put the demon over your shoulder and made your way to the student council room.

How is the human doing that so effortlessly?! What else could you be possibly hiding? He’s starting to wonder if this kind of strength could pose a threat since you can bring demons to their knees if you try hard enough. And that’s without the pact.

He realizes that’s not the case, not when you’re so gentle as soon as he gets to know you better. You only ever used such strengths as an act of self-defense, and even then you still felt bad whenever you had to resort to such violence.

You’re never rough with his brothers (since it’s his job) but once Lucifer gets to trust you, he gives you special permission to do whatever is necessary to stop them from fighting. Levi and Mammon have both agreed to avoid fighting in front of you unless they want to be thrown down the floor again.

Mammon

Another one of his failed schemes to retrieve Goldie has led Mammon to be strung up the ceiling again by the ankles. None of his brothers paid him any mind despite his screams and protest. Beel was the only one capable of bringing him down from the ceiling but he was still outside doing training, so Mammon had no choice but to wait.

You were back from your daily tasks when Mammon called for you “OI HUMAN! Do you think you can call Beel to get me outta here?” He says, pointing to the rope around his legs.

You offered to help him down and he stares at you for a moment before he laughs “You? C’mon this ain’t the time for jokes MC! Only Beel is strong enough to carry me outta here” He says.

Without hesitation, you use your magic to cut down the rope on the ceiling and when Mammon expected to fall on his head, you caught him in time. He was glad at first that he didn’t feel the pain, but then he realized… you’re carrying him over your shoulder. You act like he practically weighs like nothing!

“P-PUT ME DOWN!!” Mammon yells as he tries to wriggle out of your grasp and you try to make him stop because you might accidentally drop him. He remains fazed as you get him out of the ropes because how is this helpless human he was supposed to be babysitting this strong?!

He will definitely try to make some money from this though. He would probably put you in friendly arm-wrestling competitions against demons. Since no one would place their bets on a human except Mammon, his wallet is probably swimming with Grimm as soon as you win!

Better be careful though. Lucifer will start being suspicious on how in Diavolo’s name did Mammon earn that much money that fast.

Levi

You were lounging in the living room one day when a package from Akuzon came by under Levi’s name. The deliveries were seemingly endless and usually it’s either Beel or Levi himself who goes out the room to pick them up from the door. You text him that one of his orders arrived and he asks if you can bring it up to him since he was in the middle of his games.

You agree of course since it was only one package, with one small huff you take it to Levi’s room. Putting it over your shoulder, you use your free hand to knock and call out his name and wait patiently for him to answer.

He greets you with a small smile as he opens the door “Sorry! I was beating this really hard boss fight. Let me take that out of your hands though!” He stretched his arms out and you place it in his hands before waving bye, telling him you’ll be in the living room.

The sudden weight caught him off guard that Levi almost dropped the package in his hands on the floor, and maybe even fell along with it if his footing didn’t catch him in time. The box’s size completely deceived him of its actual weight.

‘W-wait this was over MC’s shoulders wasn’t it?!’ He thought to himself. The box was packed with gaming accessories and equipment that he needed to use to upgrade his set up, and since he bought way too many it’s almost like carrying a heavy CPU.

He’s practically sweating as he sets the box down and calls you for help. Partly because he doesn’t really have the energy at the moment to carry something heavy, but it’s mostly to confirm his suspicions. He was right, you were hella strong for carrying the box like it was nothing.

“Y-you… HUH?! You’re like one of those anime characters that I watch where the character is really petite but has the strength of an army. It's actually a really interesting character design because it tackles a lot of norms regarding the–” and there he goes, rambling about the said character for almost 5 minutes.

He starts flipping out when he realizes you’ve had the package over your shoulder while listening to him. Without feeling tired. “Y-YOU COULD’VE PUT IT DOWN!” he exclaims.

Satan

It was inevitable that all those books would cause Satan's shelves to collapse. The rest of the brothers nevertheless expected this outcome when Satan bought loads of books when there was a closing sale in this local store. Each day he would come back with at least 3 books at hand and he would stuff them in the spaces of his shelves.

He was never a fan of organizing though, a little bit careless in just squeezing them in when there’s barely any room to fit. You just happened to be there enjoying his company when it collapsed. You hear a small “tch” from him as he stares at the mess in his room, so you offered to help organize it.

“I can’t possibly let you do that, you’re a guest in my room. We can just move our leisure time in the living room if you’d like and I'll fix it later.” “... Satan, the shelf and books are blocking the door.” “...”

You both stare at the mountain of books that’s blocking the exit, with his large shelf on top of the pile. Satan sighs as he picks up the books and stacking them to hopefully make some room, but the shelf was going to be a problem to carry. “MC, can you call Beel and ask him to help us carry the shelf?” He says as he carries a few books to the other corner of the room.

You say you have your hands full and when Satan turned to look at you, you were lifting the entire shelf off the pile and trying to place it back from where it was. The shock almost made him drop the books he was carrying. ‘How are they doing that with ease…’ He thought to himself.

He was speechless as he watched you not only place an entire shelf back (which was large and heavy), but even stacked at least 10 books to clear the path. That’s twice what he’s carrying right now! And you didn’t even look tired. All that effort and workout just to free the door, and you act like you just did some menial task.

Satan will probably study your history and biology because there is no way that humans are strong like you. Is it from having a celestial descent? Or maybe because of your pact with Beel giving you strength? It’s not any of those… you’re just freakishly strong without needing the packed muscles to prove it.

Will start taking notes and observe you. Maybe even fake scenarios where he needs you to lift something heavy just to know what are your limits. If you could lift Devildom furniture, maybe you could lift someone as big as Beel too.

Asmo

Asmo saw a trend going on in Devilgram where you ask someone to ‘hold a few things’ then start comedically stacking them until the person can’t hold anymore. It was harmless and looked fun! So Asmo thought maybe he can try that on you and see what reactions he can get out of you.

So he calls you in his room, a phone secretly recording as he goes “oh MC~ i need you to hold a few things for me!” He says. You put your hands out as he placed a shoe box on it. Followed by make up pouches, perfume bottles, and piles of skin care containers.

He was so prepared for this little prank as he laughs every time he stacks. That is… until his pile of things eventually ran out and he’s staring at the tower he created. One that you’re effortlessly keeping steady in your arms.

“M-MC darling… aren't your arms getting a little too tired?” He asks with a nervous laugh. You shake your head and when you ask if he needs you to carry more things, he decides to drop the act and pause the recording.

“I-it’s a little Devilgram trend! I thought you were going to complain about the stack. I mean look at it, I can barely see you right now! How are you doing this?!” He exclaims as he slowly takes back his things from your arms, all while mumbling how maybe he should’ve done this challenge to Mammon if he wants to give the audience a laugh.

“Well… I do have an idea” He turns to you with a mischievous smirk “MC, do you think you can carry me?” And you may want to be careful with how you’re going to answer him.

The moment you carry him in your arms, he will never let you go. Asmo will insist you carry him around bridal style. Lucifer will eventually scold Asmo “You’re only going to the kitchen, you don’t need MC to carry you just to fetch some water”

Beel

You were instructed to make sure that Beel doesn’t eat a single piece of food from the groceries he bought as punishment for emptying the fridge. Since it was a week’s worth of groceries, it meant that there were a lot of things to carry.

Beel is already used to carrying 5 bags in one arm, but there was still a box of groceries left and his hands were full so you offered to carry it for him.

“Wait MC thats—“ he wanted to stop you and let you carry something lighter, since that box was filled with jugs of milk, but he was rendered speechless when you handled it with ease.

He kept a close eye on you instead of the food that he’s been wanting to eat a few minutes ago, worried you might fall over. Though you never faltered, and not even a single sweat. “Are you sure you don’t want me to carry that?” He would constantly ask you on the way home.

For a moment, he forgot about his hunger as he watched you carry that heavy box with no complaints. Usually if it was any other brother they wouldn’t last for more than 5 minutes before caving in and let Beel lift it all the way back.

Surprisingly, Beel didn’t even think about eating a single bite out of those groceries since he was so captivated by your strength. He never knew that the human he’s been trying to protect all this time was actually freakishly strong. Where has this knowledge been? You could’ve been his work out buddy all this time!

Despite your strength, you can never really keep up with Beel’s barbaric workout routine since you’re only a human and there’s a limit to what you can do. So Beel adjusts his workout accordingly for you two to enjoy it together.

At some point he asked you to throw a Fangol ball after his training, just for the sake of fun. You threw it really hard and really far without meaning to, but let’s say that Beel definitely fell for you harder than he expected that day.

Belphie

Lucifer left you in charge of cleaning up the remains of the brother’s latest fights in the house that lead to several broken frames and vases. Even if Lucifer forces them to clean up after their own messes, they never seem to get the house spotless.

Mammon tries to get out of his cleaning duties early by shoving everything under the furniture, and that could be dangerous if anyone accidentally steps on a stray shard of broken glass. While Lucifer was busy scolding Mammon in his office after getting caught in the act, you were trying to sweep whatever mess is left (and hidden).

You tried to get the leftover debris under the couch, but Belpihe was on top of it and he refused to budge when you asked him to so you could clean. “I’m too cozy…” He’d protest, sinking deeper in the comforts of his own pillows “Just move the couch while I'm on it or something…”

You took his suggestion quite literally and lifted the couch with one hand while the other started to sweep the dirt and dust underneath. Belphie’s eyes shot up wide to feel his entire body went from 180 degrees flat to 45 degrees diagonally upwards.

He carefully moves to check what’s going on and he’s utterly speechless to see how you’re lifting the couch so effortlessly with him still on it. If it was Beel it would just be a normal day, but he did not expect this at all from you of all people.

After you gently set the couch down and continue your cleaning duties, he still remains awake. Part of Belphie was convinced that he was probably still dreaming that, but you proved him wrong by lifting him in the air like he was nothing!

He would’ve been like Asmo and asked you to carry him around so that he can sleep wherever he goes, but Beel already told him not to give you any more trouble and that he’s happy to give his twin a piggy back anywhere.

Belphie does put your strength to good use, such as asking you to lift the shelf to block the door in Lucifer’s office to inconvenience him. He’d want to drag you into more of his pranks as part of the Anti-Lucifer League, though that’s up to you if you’d entertain these ideas.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

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blood-grove · 3 months

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ruffled feathers

avian/harpy! ghost & soap + child! naga reader

tws; broken bones, near death experience, angst, kidnapping?, idk if this would count as DDD :( its jut overall a dark au take on avian and the world they live in, .

a/n; yeah this one is really heavy compared to my other ones stay safe, also my interpitation of harpies are the ones that have normal human arms and a set of wings but everything else about them is cryptid like

I really hate how stupid I was sometimes, I thought if I could just reach the nest get the eggs I'd be done head back down and enjoy the small feast along with all the other things you've foraged today.

The further I went the more painfully exposed I felt glancing around anxiously before reaching the nest digging threw it snatching up the eggs I could grab stuffing a few in my mouth already before starting down the tree a bit unevenly trying not to drop the eggs or fall.

My tail subconsciously wrapping around a branch as I almost had reached the bottom—

Only to have some huge slam into me the bark of the tree digging into my tail as it attempt to try and hold on my brain registering what the hell was going on till there was loud snap and crunch and my own scream of agony till my tail went limp and I was snagged away from the tree a few branches snapping and creak in the process.

Pain radiating threw my body like I had been crushed like a tin can, I was in the air.

I was in the air?

Did I die that quick is this heaven?

"Hope your still alive down there."

That gravely voice was clear indication I wasn't in heaven and possibly in hell.

Simon honestly did not know why he had picked up the small thing he could barely tell if it was still in his talons grip the ragged breaths and tired sobs it started to let out were a great reminder to him.

The thing would barely even be a snack honestly but better than nothing Soap needed that food badly ever since the loveable idiot broke his wing its been critical to nurse him back to health of course Price and Gaz also helped but they also had there own lives own territories so it was usually down to him to help.

Whatever the Owl Harpy could grab he'd bring back ranging from larger to smaller prey.

Small centaurs, hybrids, humans.

You name he's probably killed it.

But right the task at hand feeding Johnny.

Another few eerily quiet wing beats and he was back on track.

Landing on the ground couldn't have been fun from the little snake he hoped it broke or passed on already lifting his talon to examine the snake making sure it didn't look like it was infected the last he needed was to give Johnny food poisoning.

When he saw the little thing stirring out of its unconscious state he sighed rolling his eyes as his talons popped unlocking from around the little snake that started to sob again as I picked it up it weighed decently he hoped it wouldn't put up much of a fight for Soap.

Not his fault the thing decided to keep living usually he aims for the head or body the force of him pouncing and the whiplash of being torn away from where ever they wear would stun them long enough or kill them.

"P-please let me go-"

"What?"

God it was a mess its left arm clearly limp and useless as of now bruises blooming on there body and the few smaller cuts on there tail no doubt either from the tree he yanked it out of.

"Please it hurts—"

Simon just ignored it as he went into the interior of there little nest outpost enough room for wing spans but small enough to conserve heat as he tuned out the Naga's begs and sobs looking to see if Soap was awake finding the man stretching out his uninjured wing perking up at the sight of Simon with a smile.

"Ghost! Ah thought ye'd be gone for a few more days?

"Wasn't findin' much food out South brought ya' a snack though-"

Simon slightly waved the weakly squirming naga Soap grimacing a bit.

"Why is it still alive?"

"Thought it died on the way here guess not, What? Need your food chewed up like a fledgling?"

"Shuddup! Whatever give it-"

Simon grinned as he pulled the snake away out of reach chuckling as at Soap's huff.

"Please d-don't eat me.."

"It can still talk?"

"Yeah?"

"God's Si ye' sick bastard just crush it already you know how I feel about you toying with food- Espcially young ones-"

"Alright alright-"

"Please don't kill me I-I'm sorry!-"

Soap just huffed making a grabbing motion towards Simon as he begrudgingly handed the sobbing thing over.

"God it's barely got any meat on it."

"Best thing I could find when winters coming around the corner soon enough.."

"Can't we just..let it go?"

"And let it just freeze to death up here in the mountains sure-" Simon grinned as he looked down at Soap who just glared back up at him from the nest of pelts loose feathers fallen feathers along with whatever other makeshift bedding they've collected.

"Not what I mean but I guess you make a decent point.."

Soap sighed as he looked a down at the small naga who sobbed and whimpered.

"I- Well I can't kill them Si-"

"Alright I will then-"

"No!- I.."

"Soap..You need food you haven't even in a couple of days and neither have I.."

"Well..can't you get..something else?.."

"..Fine but I'm going to eat them then-"

Soap flinched at this subconsciously tugging the naga closer much to the pain and bewilderment of the child and there broken arm.

"For the gods sake Soap!- Do not make me take that thing away it's a waste of heat and air were already struggling to eat anyways and you haven't been healing well-"

Simon grumbled rubbing his temple as he sighed heavily.

"Please Johnny."

Soap shifted as he looked down at the writhing form in his arms there snake half had constricted barely around his leg in a attempt to force him to let go which did not work as he basically ignored them as he frowned.

"I-..Can't we keep em' Si?"

"No"

"But just look at the poor thing- Look I- Please-"

Simon just just sighed as he turned his feathers ruffling as he picked up a satchel.

"I'm going to go find some more food and some berries or whatever if I can..If you haven't eaten it by then, Then fine you can keep it or whatever but it's not eating our food."

Soap frowned slightly but he took it as a fair enough deal grinning slightly as he looked over to the little naga that had passed out either from pain or shock.

When he looked up Ghost was gone leaving him alone again.

Well not completely.

I could barely register anything that was going on the next time I woke the pain in my arm had gone down surprising a sour tart taste in my mouth either from the lack of water so far or blood.

I was warm,

Like unnaturally warm.

It kept me still the pervious cold that had been biting at my body was gone it made me lethargic looking around I noticed my arm was a in a makeshift sling.

It felt nice..It would feel nice if I didn't feel eyes on me.

"..Ye alive little snake?"

I shifted away slightly letting a raspy hiss.

"Thought so, Y'know ye know A dinnae want tae eat ye honestly yer very small skin an bones"

"I wanna leave"

"You can't really not with that broken arm..You sound parched as hell let me get some water.."

Soap smiled softly shifting a bit as he got up heading over to a part of of the cave coming back with a small bowl full cool clear water.

"Theres a spring that leaks into her..should be cool enough."

Soap sat infront of me as I glared trying to slither back as he pushed the bowl towards me.

"C'mon.."

I just hissed again as I coiled up grumbled ignoring his offer He sighed mumbled before shuffling back to his spot.

This was gonna be a long night.

a/n: WHY DID I MAKE THIS ONE SO LONG ITS SUPPOSED OT BE SHORTER THAN THIS...idk if i wanan make a pt 2 tried keeping it 1st person for reader i default to 'You' a lot bad habit.

#soapghost #john soap mactavish #soap cod #cod #reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #child reader #soap x ghost #? i guess #supposed to be a oneshot #call of duty

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edenalieth · 6 months

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i want to believe in forever

Pairing: Seungmin x reader

Genre: angst, hint of fluff

Warnings: none

Summary: Seungmin wants to move on from his heartbreak, however the colorful memories of you are holding him back.

Words: 1.3K

A.N: hello guys, cami in the building! it’s my first time writing a seungmin fic (@seungseung-minmin forgive me for not making a cuter one ;v;) it was mostly inspired by the song « the exit » by conan gray which i found really beautiful and true. sorry for the possible mistakes. hope you enjoy, feedbacks are always welcome! ♡ — 231217

He took another sip of the black coffee he was holding on his hand and grimaced. It was already half cold and far too bitter for his liking. For how long did he stare at those high limestone walls ? Apparently long enough for his coffee to turn bad. Spotting the closest bin, he threw the drink away, watching it fall as the lid opened spreading the brown liquid. The winter breeze made him shiver and he buried his hands deeper into the pockets of his coat, trying to warm them up.

« You can do this, Kim Seungmin », the brown haired boy thought to himself.

He climbed the stairs silently until he reached the ticket office. A young girl was reading. She was probably just starting her university course and needed this job to gain some money seeing her bored expression. She barely looked at Seungmin before nonchalantly putting down her book with a barely hidden sigh.

« What can I do for you ? » she asked, visibly annoyed to be interrupted.

Seungmin cleared his throat « Hmm, one adult ticket please. »

He was tapping on the small counter with his fingertips, nervous. He was about to tell her that he had changed his mind and turn around but he had promised himself he would do this. It was necessary. Even if it hurt. He knew, he needed to detach his mind and feelings from this place and many others.

« What is this book about ? » he said, trying some small talk while she was preparing the ticket. She put one out of the drawer of her desk and handed it to him, announcing the price. « Just a regular thriller. » Nothing more, nothing less. He paid and left without further ado. He was sure that, if you had been there, you would have managed to pick that girl’s interest, even just a little. That’s how you were, solar, attracting people around you like a magnet. However, you hadn’t been by his side for months now, he had to move on.

When he entered the familiar hall, he was greeted by the unique scent of museum and all its splendor. Soon, he was surrounded by history and felt so little and insignifiant, as well as mesmerized by the beauty of those masterpieces he had seen so many times with you. When you used to call yourselves « us », you had made a ritual to visit this place once a month. The museum was big enough for you to always discover small details you hadn’t seen before or to explore the temporary exhibition. Since your breakup, he avoided this place like the plague. Yet here he was, feeling his heart clenching as he looked at the paintings. One of your favorite hobby was to tell him stories when you analyzed a canvas. Your imagination was overflowing and never missed to make him laugh, which sometimes made you incur the wrath of the visitors and security. No one was here to make him laugh today and loneliness weighed heavily on his shoulders. He didn’t have this talent. He would just skim through the description next to it. Colors seemed dull compared to the vivid memories of you, scarring his heart mercilessly. He felt his throat getting tight. He had chosen the museum to start his healing journey because he knew he wouldn’t be able to cry without being heard. He had shed tears more than he would even admit. Was it truly helping though ? Or what is it just him blowing on the embers of your lost love.

He sat down on the leathered bench, facing your favorite art. It was a pretty simple one, a cottage on the countryside, using impressionism technique. The first time you saw it, you went strangely quiet. You were like absorbed by it. He remembered how you leaned on his shoulder, intertwining your fingers with his. « I can picture us living there. » you had softly whispered. « It would be the embodiment of our love, our safe place. Growing old together, laughs of our kids and grand-kids filling the rooms. Am I allowed to dream about this ? » your voice had seemed insecure, seeing you vulnerable like that was rare. « Yes and it will be our dream from now on. » he had replied, brushing his nose against yours before tenderly kissing you. Warmth had filled his body, his heart melting like ice under a scorching sun, your touch permanently marking his skin. A dream. Was it all it had been ? Just something made up by his cruel mind ? No. He still could remember the sensation of your skin on his, the scent of your shampoo, the little habits you had, the sound of your giggle.

Recalling these memories was like torture. The grip he had on the bench became stronger, his knuckles turning white. If only he had noticed how left out you felt sometimes. Maybe, you would be next to him, still daydreaming about your perfect house. Or, perhaps, you just weren’t meant to build one together. This thought turned his vision into blurry shapes. « Shit ». He didn’t want to cry in public. He stood up hastily and looked for the exit. Wandering between the corridors, his steps echoing on the cold ground, the artworks seemed like moving stains. It was as if the walls were tightening around him and he was tempted to rush out of here to get some air. However, his run was abruptly stopped when the object of his obvious desire showed up. You.

You were there. Your arm around the waist of someone who wasn’t him. His mind went blank for a second. It couldn’t be, right ? He swallowed the sobs that were trying to escape his throat, his hands shaking. He thought you were both sharing the same wounds, that you were still mourning your old feelings. His were surely not buried yet. Still, there was no mistaken. You looked happier now and you had already found someone to miss. He wanted to let himself drown into the abyss of his sorrow. He almost called out your name, every single letter which used to roll on his tongue like honey, addictive like a drug, tasted sour. He had to leash his heart not to break down and try to get you back again. He had tried but you already had built up a wall to protect your opened wounds. His were still raw.

Were you going to tell this man the same stories you had told him ? Did your « I » became a « we » when you met him ? In fact, he didn’t want to know. He wanted to forget you for a time, to get strong enough to be able to talk about you as a young love that bloomed too fast and wilted in the process. He couldn’t blame you for getting everything you wanted.

He stared at you, as your eyes spoke for you, full of some love that used to be his. Each step you took leading you towards your ideal. Deep down your heart, feels for Seungmin were still waiting to be set on fire again. However, the ones you had for your new lover were stronger and you wanted to cherish them. It was a painful sight for Seungmin and he wished someone would rip his heart for it to get numb. He had to let you go. He was still standing at the exit before he opened the glass door.

Immediately, the cold bit his flesh, tears rolling down his cheeks and burning his skin.

« I want to believe in forever » he thought, you just weren’t meant to be his.

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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months

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Bestie hear me, out hear me out, it might be my atsv hyperfixation still running high and the fact that the kraven trailer got me binge-reading/watching every piece of media that this man appears in but could I request an enemies to lovers trope with Kraven and gn spidey reader ? Is it going to be just fluff or have some smut at the end ? I'll leave that up to you.😜

Anyway, feel free to ignore it if it's not right up your alley.

Thank you and I hope you're having a good day <3

I LOVEEE THIS

Warnings- suggestive towards the end but no actual smut, reader and Kraven been “enemies” for months with just a lot of tension

Spiders

Kraven liked spiders, just like he did lots of animals. He found them interesting and beautiful.

His opinion had changed when he met you.

“I’m just doing my job.” You said, putting your hands up in defense quickly running up a wall, away from the man who was currently trying to attack you. He seemed feral, almost.

“Well let me do mines.” He growled, and started to walk away when you shot a web to him, quickly making him turn back to you.

“Yeahhhh.. after what I just saw, can’t happen.” You folded your arms, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Well then pretend you didn’t see it.” He began to walk away again, not feeling like killing a popular hero and getting arrested for it.

“You bit some guys nose off, man!” You groaned and shot some webs in front of him, blocking him from leaving.

The man turned back, sighing.

“Fine.”

He ran up to you, you shot a web in his face, making him unable to see, you kicked his ankles, he fell down to the ground and ripped the web off his face, now pissed off.

He ran towards you, your eyes widening and you quickly shot your webs towards him, they hit his arms, and you pulled, throwing him towards the ground, as he was down you made a makeshift cocoon with webs, trapping him.

He threw his head back onto the concrete, and you picked him up like he weighed nothing as he trashed around in the webs.

“Jesus Christ, man, you’re so violent.” You said, as you struggled to hold him.

“If you let me go I can show you just how violent I am.” He mumbled.

“Sounds great. So great.” You rolled your eyes. Asshole. That’s when a loud noise behind you stopped you, a whole damn tiger running up.

You yelped and dropped Kraven, his head hitting the ground as he groaned, the tiger sniffing him before looking back at you, making a run for it.

“How’d you get a damn tiger?!” You yelled, running away.

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So that’s how you were now standing in front of him, you both just staring, your arms folded.

“Sooo… how was your day?” You said, trying to lighten to very tense mood.

“It was good before I saw you.” He looked back at the group of people he had just murdered.

“Mm.. I see that. And what’d these guys do?”

“They are- they were working for my dad.”

“Oh, so daddy issues?”

“Yeah… something like that.”

“Well.” You sighed. “As much as I would love for this great conversation to continue, I gotta take you back to jail.” You shrugged.

“So I can break out again?”

You groaned in annoyance. “You better not.”

He laughed quietly and shook his head.

You both fought for a while, and suddenly he was on top of you, breathing heavily as you tried to push him off, your attempts futile. He stared down at you, just staring.

(Can you guys tell I suck at writing fights?)

It all was probably because of adrenaline, but you quickly lifted up your mask, and he was bending down to your level, and your lips suddenly connected in a hungry kiss.

———————————————————————

You laid in the hotel bed, lifting the sheet up and thinking about every single choice you just made.

He got in the bed next to you, you continued to stare at the ceiling.

“That can never happen again.” You mumbled after a while, him reading a book.

He looked at you, laughing again.

“That’s what they all say.”

“Seriously- me and you- we fucking.. hate each other.

“Mmm.. do we?”

“Yes! I’m the person who’s stopped you like a billion times-“

“Tried to stop me. Some of those times you failed.”

“Oh, whatever! You’re a prick.. just happen to be a very attractive prick. And it was just adrenaline-“

He snickered and looked back at the book.

“Was it?”

“Yes! You’re like… you’re like a fucking bird, and I’m the damn spider! In case you don’t know-“

“Birds eat spiders-“

“Exactly!”

“So you admit it? I beat you a lot?”

“Shut uppp.” You rolled your eyes.

“Something kinda rude to say to a guy who you were just begging to fuck you.” He snickered.

#kraven the hunter #kraven the hunter x reader #sergei kravinoff x reader #sergei kravinoff

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toiletwipes · 6 months

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oh, darling (make it go away) | c!wilbur

Give me these moments back Give them back to me Give me that little kiss Give me your hand

— "This Woman's Work" by Kate Bush

~2k words / I'm not sure what this is but it's the only thing I could write. Sorry for the shit quality [Winter comes and brings your depression. Wilbur, your roommate, your... something, is there to help.]

For the nth time, you’ve sat and stared at the wall instead of the monitor. It’s not easy anymore, it doesn’t feel like breathing… it just doesn’t feel. It’s not coming to you anymore. You know why, breathing out, you move from out of the desk chair and take the three steps from your desk to your bed. The blankets have a stale smell to them but you breathe it in all the more, your limbs full of lead and weighing you down to the mattress. You know why, it just doesn’t make it any easier.

You lost count of the days, the weeks— months you’ve spent like this. Everything is too much. Even something you loved doing, you couldn’t even muster the energy to turn the damn monitor on. It would send you to tears if you hadn’t already cried in the morning. Wait, you lift a hand to brush your cheek. Damn, guess you could still cry after all. After doing nothing but crying and staring at the wall for hours, all you can do is waste in bed and cry again.

The door swings open with a loud croak, “— sorry I’m late, I went to pick up dinner and then some fucker cut me off and it was a whole thing—” and it shuts as he continues to walk and talk aloud in the silent apartment. You let out a benign hum, blinking slowly. When did you last eat? Today… today was a waste and weirdly enough, you find you haven't had anything since the big lunch from yesterday. You should probably put something into your system. By the time you try to convince yourself to sit up, your roommate is already walking into your room. “Come on, food is on the table and the TV is on, it’s your favorite soap.”

You had barely turned onto your side and you could only blink up at him as he kicked his shoes off, sitting on your bed. His hair curls into his face as he peers down at you, one of his hands coming up and patting your blanketed side. “Bad day?” He asks, quiet and with that beautiful smile of his. You blink your teary eyes at him as you give him a sluggish nod.

“That’s alright, you can finish it out with a bang. Want a shower before you eat?” That raises the question when you last had a shower and when you can’t immediately find the answer, you frown. You nod. “Want help getting up?” You mumble an affirmative. His smile doesn’t diminish and he doesn’t scold you, all he does is move to his feet and pull your covers back, taking your left hand into his and gently pulling you to your feet.

“There we go, see, you’re nearly in the shower.” You huff, almost laughing as he drapes an arm around your shoulder and guides you to the shared bathroom. He lets you shower by yourself, saying nothing of how long you stand underneath the hot spray, only hands you your plate, and scoots over to his side of the couch.

Your soap is dramatic as it always is, something you can count on. And when it’s over, Wilbur has no problem taking your plate and washing it alongside his. The couch is comfortable enough to sit with your legs tucked close to your body, a blanket pulled from the top of the couch to cover you.

“Dishes are done, I threw out the trash last night, think that’s it, is there anything we need to do before bed?” You shake your head numbly, you can’t think of anything. (Can’t really think, why is your head so heavy, so empty, so useless?)

He doesn’t say anything for a second before the couch dips beside you and he’s pulling your legs into his lap, the two of you staring at the blank screen of the TV.

“I think I’m getting worse.” Your voice croaks after its first use in a while.

“Yeah?” He says, just as quietly as you did. You risk a glance at him but his stare is fixated straight ahead, his fingers picking at a stray string from the blanket.

“I’m going to fail this semester. I can’t even play any games. I’m just-” tears prick your eyes again, it’s been so difficult for no fucking reason. There’s nothing wrong at all. You decided on one class this semester so it would be easier, so you couldn’t fail something if it was the only thing you had to focus on. And then October came and went, November quickly followed and somehow you’re behind on weeks of homework and material. It takes you and Wilbur to understand your professor despite being the one you requested because of his teaching style.

Your games had previously helped you cope until it wasn’t about coping and more about having fun. Until that died out— scratch that, until your energy died out.

“Why can’t it be July again?” July had been the best you had ever felt, the sun beaming down your face and the wind tickling your sides between your shirt and skin, at the beach and on your balcony, in the streets in the middle of the night- this summer had been an absolute dream. So why now- why after such a good summer, the best one you had in a while, why can’t you be happier? Why can’t you just get up and do your work and be normal? Hold his hand again, smile his way? Why can’t you do things for him again? Why does he have to do everything for you every December?

He meets your eyes and you can see it there, he’s tired too. He needs rest too. You feel the guilt eat your insides, tearing down your rib-cage and you almost wail with the heartache. “I’m a terrible roommate.” You say and the tears drip down your cheek.

“You’re not.” The scoff is wet when it leaves your throat, and you have to look away, nearly choking on the air as you try to hold the sobs back. “What? You think I’m lying?” He asks, patting your knee and you look back at him. Looking at him. Seeing his own glossy eyes and thinking what a pair you must make right now. Crying, together.

“I think you’re full of shit if you genuinely think that.” It’s more bark than bite but you want it to hurt, you want him to leave you behind and live his life again. Why does he have to do everything for you just to get by, just to fail again and again.

“That’s not fair,” he starts, “to you or me. But I see what you’re doing, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“You should be out there,” it’s his turn scoffing at the words you say, “having fun, living your life, with your friends. It’s not fair to you.” He picks your legs off of his lap and he takes your hand, pulling you to your feet, even when you protest.

“I only ever went out when you did, you know that right?” You open your mouth to say something but he just shakes his head, guiding you by the shoulders back to your room. “And it’s not to say I don’t have fun when you’re not around, but I don’t think it’s worth going out and enjoying myself when I know you’re at home and miserable.”

“You shouldn’t have to take care of me because you feel guilty.”

“I don’t. I take care of you because you are single-handedly one of the most important people to me. I take care of you because I want to. I’m here because I want to be here.” By the time he’s finished talking, you’re sitting on your bed while he digs through your drawers. “Do you want the matching set?” He pulls out the one you bought, the set that matches his own pajamas right now. You sniffle, wiping your snot as you nod.

“Get changed, I’ll be there in a few, okay?” And he nudges you to the bathroom.

When you’ve managed to switch clothes, you can hear the distant ambience on your TV, and he comes into the bathroom, sets the timer as he pulls out the raspberry toothpaste. Five minutes later, when the paste has been spat out and the mouth wash gets everything else, and you’re sitting in your bed while he fusses about. Coming up with plans to save your credits and schedules and the likes while you thumb the fabric at the bottom of your sleep shirt.

“Can you-” you interrupt his thinking-out-loud process and catch his attention, “can you sleep here tonight?” As if you hadn’t asked the same thing of him yesterday or the day before. He doesn’t say anything mean. Only let a brief smile pass through his face before turning the brighter lights off while plugging in the lava lamp in the corner, just like how you liked it.

Once he’s settled next to you, the ache in your chest and head increase tenfold. The guilt builds again and like an oracle, his eyes blink open slowly and he reaches to hold your hand in his.

“Do you remember that day in July,” he says, wetting his lips before meeting your eyes again, “when you kissed me?” You nod.

“Would you be okay if I did it? If I kissed you?” His eyes search for something in yours, nervous for your response. Tears pool back in your eyes, falling past your nose and cheek and sinking into your pillowcase, you whisper a broken yes.

Your eyes flutter shut, squeezing them as you feel the bed shift under his weight, as he leans closer to you, and you can feel his breath fan across your mouth. You couldn’t breathe, it felt so unreal.. And when you couldn’t feel his breath or smell the faint raspberry from it, you wonder if you disgusted him until he brushed his lips against your cheek, just on the corner of your mouth.

Your eyes open meeting him, especially when he’s still so close to your face, “you missed back then, too.” That day, that beautiful, warm day that reminds you so much of the boy in front of you that it hurts. It was perfect that day. It felt like a dream. And despite it being so cold outside, it felt warm here too. And suddenly, it felt like July all over again. Like you could be normal again, like you could be happy.

He moves his face away, shifting until his arms are wrapped around your shoulders and waist, pulling you into his body closer and closer, as if you’d sink into him and all of your woes would become his to bear too. Legs entangle naturally and you can’t help the sob that wracks through you again.

“I know, I know.” He whispers, tightening his hold on you and letting you soak his shirt with your tears and snot. “I know.”

It won’t be easy for a long time, maybe not even until July has long since passed again, the future is unclear and your head and heart is heavy with ache and guilt and love.

But you won’t have to bear it alone. You never have to bear it alone again, not as long as he’s there. You can almost hear the promise in the way his hands squeeze at the fabric and skin they find, the way he sleeps easier in your bed, holding you.

You sink into his embrace now, letting the scent of his soap wash over you, the sounds of a gentle rain pattering on the ceiling from the television and the warmth of his skin… they lure you under the blanket of sleep.

And for the first time in a while, you’re back in July, staring at a boy you’ve lived and loved with, remembering the sun on your skin while you smiled at him, holding his hand.

It never seemed so close, before.

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Safe once again

vance x reader (GN)

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like most nights, this one was miserable. rain poured down drenching the aura around. y/n was wet down to the bones. small flows of lightning swam through the clouds lighting up the surrounding.

it seemed to be fight after fight, i didn’t matter if it was with their parents, friends or best friend. no matter where they went arguments sparked and burned them.

that night was worse then it ever had been, her mother spoke words she knew she didn’t truly mean. y/n never forgot words spoken out of anger.

the words rang through their head over, and over, and over again. “maybe you should leave, all you’re doing is annoying everyone”

in y/n’s mind that translated to we don’t like you, we don’t want you. like being kicked out by the only people you ever loved, heart wrenching pain snuck it’s way though their veins the farther they ran.

no particular place in mind, y/n just needed to get away from it all.

the storm rolled in quicker, wind picking up and thunder rumbling closer. the grab-n-go. of course that as the only place still open at this time of night.

y/n pushed on the door, ringing the bell over their head mixed with the howling noise of nature.

there was nothing they could do but wait for the storm to lessen. roaming around the store to seem busy, boys pushed and shoved each other around the infamous pin ball machine. she knew who was there.

y/n kept their head down, tear stained cheeks didn’t mix well with fluorescent lights.

eventually y/n had came face to face with the last aisle, the end showed the boys whom had been making all the noise.

y/n paced themselves walking down that row, not wanting to reach the end to quickly.

to say y/n was sad was an understatement. anxiety crept through their veins now, all that they had know just threw them away. deep sense of dread flooded their mind, heavy thoughts ran like a river. feeling how it felt to no longer have unconditional love, nobody ever realizing how damaging that really is.

every step brought them closer to the end, pace after pace. their mind never silenced. it spoke so loud they hadn’t noticed how close they’d gotten to the boys. stopping themselves before running into them.

y/n raised their head only to be faced with the one and only boy who’d ever broken their heart.

vance.

for a moment it was like the whole world had stopped, their mind stopped, the sounds muffled in her ears.

he was exactly what they needed, what they missed. even if both of them were chaotic, they brought unspeakable peace to mind.

like starting death in the face, beautiful calming death. their worst nightmare but only need. they didn’t dare to speak a word in fear their voice would fail them.

like stabbing in their heart, pain intensified over their body, they weighed heavy to the ground.

vance glared over feeling the presence of someone not in his little group, a smug look covered his face till he noticed it was y/n.

his hands stopped playing as his mind lost focus, friends behind him confused looked at eachother then over at y/n, reading the room they stepped away from the two.

vance stepped away from the pinball machine examining y/n’s face as he approached them.

“you’ve been crying” damn those fluorescent lights. y/n spoke lightly “no i haven’t, it was the rain” they waved their hand towards the window. “yeah right, i wasn’t born yesterday y/n, what happened?” his hand moved brushing stray hair from their face

the warmth floating off his body was enough to crack y/n, tears swelled within their eyes once again, parting their lips and taking a deep breath y/n went to speak

vance stepped closer rubbing his thumb over their cheek, his voice was gentle in a way you hadn’t heard in a some time “tell me what happened” y/n slightly leaned into his hand as they began to speak.

“my mom…” was all they got out before the water works hit, that was all vance needed to hear pulling them into a tight hug.

vance waves bye to his friends as he took y/n out helping them into the passenger seat of his truck.

knowing the last place y/n would want to go was home, he took them to his place. his parents weren’t home.

y/n glazed outside watching rain drops racing down the window, the lightning light up their small town in ways it never had before.

stormy nights are just like stormy thoughts.

vance had brought them inside, handing them clean dry clothes and starting the shower, y/n was chilled to the bone from the cold drops of the sky.

he waited for them outside the door, sat against the wall thinking to himself.

the bathroom door creaked open to reveal a much warmer looking y/n, his heart skipped beats at the sight of them in his clothes once again.

pushing himself from the floor his body moved faster then his thoughts as he embraced them.

y/n had no fight left within, falling into his arms.

a safe place that never seems to run out of safety.

that’s what he was for them.

vance took them back to his room, “get comfy i’ll be right back” y/n nodded, exhaustion filled every inch of their body, back clashing into the mattress their eyes laid heavy.

it wasn’t long before vance had returned handing them a glass of water and a plate with their favourite cookies on it.

y/n smiled sleepily accepting his offer

they spoke few words as they shared cookies, warmth finally wrapped around the pair as y/n’s eyes closed small hums coming from their lips, vance smiled to himself taking the glass from their hands placing it on the nightstand.

he turned off the lamp beside him, wrapped his arms around y/n he sighed holding their body to his own.

vance was at peace once again.

y/n was safe in her mind.

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Destress (Iron Bull x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Iron Bull x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 1163 POV: Second Summary: Stopping Corypheus is stressful. Bull knows what helps you relax... besides cheese. Note: For the prompt ‘cum shower’. See my kinktober 2022 masterlist here. Reader is implied to be any species but Qunari. Tags: cum shower, fluff and smut, reader loves cheese, reader is a stress eater, established relationship, sloppy blowjob, facefucking, no degradation and a dash of praise (as a treat)

Sometimes the stress would just build and build, until there was only one thing left to do: raid the kitchen. In the flickering light of a single candle, you were stuffing an entire cheese into your face, chewing your stress away. When the door opened and a single stream of light from the hallway fell over your face, you froze in place. A piece of cheese was still hanging from your mouth, when you set your sights on an impressively built silhouette in the doorway. He could barely fit his horns through the door, but when he stood in front of you, you managed to have swallowed down your cheese.

“Kadan… this is no way to deal with your stress,” your love gently scolded you. He sat down on the floor with you and took the piece of cheese from your hand to put it aside. “What about we go to the training grounds and blow off some steam?” His hand was huge on your shoulder.

“More fighting? Bull, that is exactly the shit I am done with. I am so fucking done!” You reached for the cheese he put away, but his hand moved to stop you. You struggled, but you were no match for his strength.

Bull picked you up like you weighed nothing. To him, that was perhaps true. He blew your candle out and threw you over his shoulder. “Then rest,” he ordered, while carrying you out to his private quarters. You protested the entire way, but in the end just gave up. Your lover did not let go until he was sitting on his bed with you cradled in his lap. You snuggled against his chest, burying your face into his skin. “You take too much responsibility. You are not the only one fighting the good fight,” he whispered to you.

You sighed and nodded, before shifting in his lap until you were straddling him. Your lips met and you leaned against him. His rough lips felt like heaven against yours. Bull was rather quick to pull away, much to your dismay. “You taste like cheese,” he chuckled. You gave him a poke in return.

“Don’t make fun of me. You know how having something in my mouth helps me relax.” He smirked. You smirked as well. Bull pulled you down, kissing you less sweet and more spicy. You wrapped your arms around his neck, while grinding on him. Lips could not stay in just one place. Both you and Bull would have something to show tomorrow, but you did not care. Krem could make all the comments about the hickies, until he was on the floor laughing, but it all did not matter right now.

When you felt his solid length under you, you slid down onto the floor. You kneeled between his legs and rid him of his breeches. Bull’s huge length stood tall and proud before you. You took the tip into your mouth, sucking eagerly. His musk filled your nose, making you hum. You stroked him with both hands, while you worshiped the head of his cock.

His smell and taste made you all heady. Your eyes closed, so you could focus even more on his flesh on your tongue. If Bull was saying anything, it was not coming through properly. In only a matter of moments your mind became foggy and all you wanted was to take his cock deeper down your throat.

Bull’s cock was half the size of your torso. There was no way you could fit all of him inside you, but that did not stop you from giving it your best shot. You forced your head down on him as far as it would go. Once you reached your limit, you felt Bull’s huge hand on the back of your head, holding you in place. After a few seconds, you started gagging, but you could not pull off yet. Bull kept you in place for a little longer, before he let go of you. You pulled off completely, gasping and coughing a little. A thick stream of drool dripped down your chin and Bull used the tip of his cock to rub it over your face.

You stuck your tongue out and tried to keep your eyes open while Bull rubbed his wet cock all over your face. “Feeling relaxed yet?” You hummed and tried to lick his cock, following his movements with your head. “You want me to cum all over you, don’t you?”

You nodded eagerly in reply, kissing his cock. “Please,” you hummed against his greyish skin. Bull’s hands cupped your head. You used your own to guide his cock back into your mouth. Once the head slipped past your lips, you put both of your hands behind your back, submitting yourself to your lover’s mercy.

Bull gave a few shallow thrusts into your wet mouth, before thrusting in deep. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, when you felt him reach deep down your throat. Then right before you were about to gag, he pulled out almost completely, thrusting shallowly once more. He repeated the process, thrusting deep inside you longer and longer.

You lost track of time, of where you were and what you were doing. All that there was, was that lovely foggy feeling accompanied by the taste and smell of the man you loved. You gasped when he pulled out completely, your face a mess from your own saliva. “Please, please,” you pleaded in between waiting for his cum with your tongue hanging from your lips.

Bull stroked his cock above your face, a beautiful symphony of moans and grunts coming from deep within him. When he reached the edge, he roughly pushed you backwards. You ended up lying backwards on the floor while resting on your elbows. You barely registered this new position, when hot liquid showered over you. “Yes, thank you,” you moaned, before opening your mouth and catching as much as you could.

You got completely soaked as Bull showered you in his cum. Once the stream had stopped, you felt a hand on your chin. “Spit.” You followed his command and spit out the cum you managed to catch in your mouth. “Good job,” Bull praised you. As much as you wanted to drink all of his seed, you were not keen on finding out what swallowing Qunari cum could do to your biology.

He wiped his cum off your eyes, so you could look at him. He smiled at you, warm and fuzzy. “I think I need a bath,” you sighed, feeling very relaxed. He quipped back that you just had one, before promising he would take care of it as soon as he got new breeches. “Okay, just go, I’ll be here.” You sighed again and rolled to the side so you could lie on the floor, without being in the middle of the cum puddle. “And don’t forget to grab a mop too!”

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