#it's. weird enjoying yourself but also feeling the need to jump out of your skin and rake urself over hot coals at the same time.
AYW req if you'd like: while Reader is pregnant with Eliza, she starts getting more prominent stretch marks on her stomach & boobs & stops letting Eddie see her naked. Eddie rectifies that situation hehehehe
This was honestly so fun to write! Love featuring the kiddos but these two also need some alone time hehe 💜 @munson-blurbs and I hope you like what we've come up with
Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (she's already pregnant but you should still wrap it up), semi-public sex, pregnant!reader, oral, f!receiving, breeding kink, body image issues, older!eddie, dad!eddie
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[As You Wish masterlist]
The late June day is sweltering as you step out of the Harrington’s house and into their backyard. The placid blue water of the pool looks refreshing and calm—or it will, until the kids get in. Luke quickly jumps in alongside Theo and Danny, the three rowdy boys immediately splashing each other and then whining about being splashed. Ryan and Natalie are decidedly less hyperactive, taking care to watch baby Amelia where she kicks herself around in her purple mermaid floaties.
Nancy makes herself comfortable on a lounge chair a few feet away from the one you’re making your way towards. Normally you can keep up with everyone else, still being in your second trimester, but this heat has you moving slower and feeling crankier than usual.
You can’t help but notice the way Nancy looks in her bathing suit compared to how you feel in yours. Nancy’s had four children and looks stunning as always as she lays back in her black one piece. You feel shoved into your navy suit, like every little stretch mark that mars your skin is on full display for the world to see.
Trying to shrug it off and enjoy the invitation from the Harrington’s to have a pool day, you make yourself comfortable on your lounge chair and adjust the pale pink coverup you have on. Eddie stands near the foot of your lounge chair, shielding his eyes from the sun as he looks out at the children in the water. Your eyes feel glued to his lithe frame as he strips his shirt off. The pale skin that’s left on display practically has your mouth watering. It doesn’t matter that you’ve seen him naked countless times, your eyes still roam over his torso and the beautiful works of art he has inked on his skin.
As Eddie rids himself of the Black Sabbath shirt, he notices the way you’re gawking at him. A smirk quirks up his handsome features and he playfully tosses his shirt at your face. Your hormones this second trimester have been no joke. The moment Eddie walks through the door after work you’re jumping on him. Your husband swore you were going to wear him out before this baby was born. Not the last week or so though, now that Eddie thinks about it. Maybe those particular horny hormones have been fading to make room for whatever new batch comes in for the third trimester.
The sound of little feet kicking too hard beneath the water of the pool approaches you and Eddie, and you look up to see Luke swimming over towards the edge. He grins up at the pair of you, shaking the water from his curls like a dog just out of the bath. Bright blue eyes land on you and they’re doing a pretty damn good impersonation of the puppy dog look that Eddie gives you when he wants something. You know what Luke is going to ask before he even opens his mouth.
“Wanna plaaaay with us? Please?”
Giving him a frown as you squint beneath the blazing sunlight, you shake your head. “I’m super tired, bud. Growing a baby is hard work,” you tease. You’re not technically lying—when you’re not jumping Eddie’s bones or concocting weird new food combinations, you’re sleeping— but no one needs to know that’s not the reason you don’t want to get in the pool.
“I can play with you,” Eddie offers his son. He takes a step towards the pool and is ready to dive in when Luke wrinkles his nose up in disgust.
“Nah, I’m good,” the little Munson boy says.
As you bring your hands up to your mouth to cover up your laughter at your son’s remark, Steve claps a hand on Eddie’s bare back.
“Gonna need some ice for that burn?” Steve whoops.
“Shut up, Harrington,” your husband grumbles in response. Eddie takes a seat near your legs at the edge of the lounge chair. His hand finds your leg and he rubs up and down your calf, always needing to be touching you in some way. Physical comfort is something you both love to give and receive from one another, which calls for a lot of soft rubbing or absent-mindedly drawing patterns on one another’s skin. Now, Eddie’s touch is having a calming effect on you, though he didn’t even realize there was something you’re uneasy about. Your body language must change as he relaxes you though, because he tilts his head to the side as he gazes at your face.
“You feeling alright, baby?” he asks.
“Yeah, just tired.”
If Eddie had any follow up for that, he doesn’t get the chance because Amelia kicks her way over towards Luke in the pool and hangs onto his shoulder when she’s close enough. Her hand almost slips from his wet skin, but Luke manages to catch the little girl before she can float too far away.
“Uncla’ Eddie!” Amelia calls once she’s clinging to Luke again.
“What’s up, Little Red?” he asks his favorite ginger niece.
“Come in, come in!” Amelia cheers.
“At least somebody wants me in the water,” Eddie says with a pointed look at Luke. “Anything for you, my darling Mia.”
A few minutes after Eddie’s joined the kids in the pool—who also convince Steve to come in—Nancy comes over to you, noticing how everyone else is in just their bathing suits and you’re seemingly putting on more articles of clothing.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you answer too quickly, nervously tucking your lips into your mouth.
“Bullshit,” she counters, crossing her arms over her chest. “I have four kids; I can smell a lie a mile away.”
“Seriously, Nance, I’m fine.” You muster up a small smile, but she sees right through it, and you know it.
You have your nose buried in a book, unaware that Nancy is reaching over the side of the pool to give Eddie’s ear a tug.
“Jesus H. Christ!” he yelps, rubbing the affected lobe. “What was that for?”
“Go talk to your wife,” Nancy says through gritted teeth, obviously irritated at having to spell it out for him. “Marco Polo can wait.”
As Eddie attempts to get out of the pool, Amelia grabs his leg and tugs. Your husband lets out a soft chuckle and picks the small girl up.
“I’ll be back, Mia.” He presses a few kisses to the top of her wet, red hair and sets her back in the water.
Over the top of your book, you see Eddie sauntering towards you. You slip the book back into your bag and tug your cover up tighter across your body.
“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” he asks with a smirk. “Besides that bun in the oven.”
“Just relaxing,” you say.
“If you’re just relaxing, why did Lady Harrington threaten my life to come over here? And why aren’t you in the pool?”
The only answer you have you don’t want to tell him. And you’re not going to make up some lie to get him off your back. Eddie deserves better than that and you would never treat him with anything less than the utmost respect. That doesn’t mean you want to tell him the truth, though. You swallow embarrassment as you mutter, “I gotta pee.”
Eddie doesn’t let you get far without him though, he’s hot on your tail as you walk through the back door into the house.
“Can you please tell me what the problem is so I can at least try to fix it?” he asks once the screen door is securely closed behind him.
Silence is his only reply as you walk up the stairs to the second floor. You’re obviously upset, and your husband can’t relax until he knows what’s bothering you.
“Sweetheart, what’s the problem?” he asks again.
You stop short and spin on your heel to face him. As Eddie tries to read your face, he’s not sure if there’s more sadness or anger there. Either way, he wants to make it go away. He’d do anything.
“This is the problem!” you say, gesturing towards your boobs and stomach.
Eddie looks at you for a moment, brain trying to comprehend whatever it is you’re talking about. He shakes his head and gives you his response. “If I keep looking at them, this is gonna be a problem, too.” He motions to his crotch.
“I’m serious!” you yell in frustration.
“I am, too!” Eddie says, raising his eyebrows. “Don’t forget how I got you pregnant in the first place.”
“Oh, so I can blame you for this mess?”
Eddie wrinkles his brows. “What mess?” He knows you would never refer to your baby that way, so he’s even more confused as to what you could mean.
“The stretch marks, Eds!” you lament, throwing your arms up in exasperation. “They look like an angry toddler drew lines all over my body.”
Understanding clicks inside Eddie’s brain. Why you’re so covered up. Why you didn’t want to go into the pool. But how could you ever think anything about your body wasn’t absolutely beautiful to him?
“That’s why you haven’t been all over me the past few days,” Eddie says as the realization hits him. “I thought maybe it was those horny hormones, or whatever they’re called, fading. But you…you think there’s something wrong with having stretch marks? Baby, no. It’s just your body making more room for our little sweet pea to grow. They’re beautiful, sweetheart.”
Believing him is easier said than done. You want to believe him, but battling the insecurities in your head is not something you’ve conquered yet. Now you just stand there and fiddle with the hem of your coverup, not knowing what else to say or do.
Eddie sighs and gently takes your hand into his.
“Come with me. I wanna show you something.”
Eddie leads you into the upstairs bathroom and shuts the door. He positions you directly in front of the mirror above the sink and stands behind you. Slowly, he moves your cover up out of the way to reveal your growing bump, stretch marks dotting the sides.
“How on earth could you think anything about this is a problem?” he asks, his hands barely grazing your skin as he admires your tummy. “Look at you. Gorgeous bump. Cute little stretch marks from where our baby is making herself comfortable inside of you. It’s incredible, princess. Your body is literally growing a person and you’re mad at it because there are a few lines appearing on your skin?” He gives an incredulous laugh as he turns you around to face him. “Jesus, I mean, see what just talking about it does to me.” One large hand dwarfs your smaller one to press your palm to the hardening bulge in his swim trunks.
You roll your eyes. “Please. The wind blows the wrong way and you get a boner,” you rebut.
“Oh, Sweetheart,” Eddie says with a small groan. “Don’t say blows when I’m hard like this.”
“Can you be serious for two seconds?” Your temper is already short from the heat and the pregnancy, and his blasé attitude only makes it worse.
Eddie cradles your cheeks in his hands. “I love you. And I love your body. I loved it before you were pregnant, and I’ll love it after, but watching you carrying our baby…fuckin’ does it for me.” He bites his lower lip as he drinks in the sight of you. “Goddamn, you look fuckin’ gorgeous like this.”
You think back to when the two of you first got together, when he’d made what you’d assumed was an offhand remark about knocking you up. Maybe it wasn’t as out of left field as you’d thought.
As if he can read your mind, Eddie’s lips press soft kisses down your neck as he murmurs, “always dreamed about getting you pregnant. Would’ve done it a lot sooner if I’d known you’d be this sexy.” He runs a finger along a stretch mark that curves down your stomach.
“H-How much sooner?” Curiosity asks the question for you as your back arches slightly from his touch.
“That night,” he confirms, knowing he doesn’t have to elaborate further on what night he means, “but your stupid birth control pills ruined all my fun,” he adds with a teasing smirk.
“They were so stupid. Sh-Should’ve stopped taking them the second I saw you.” Your voice is still timid from the emotions coursing through you, but Eddie can tell you’re finally letting him in.
Eddie throws his head back. “Fuck, baby. You got me all worked up.”
“Oh, you poor thing,” you tease, hands sliding up his wet chest and over the sparse hair. “What should we do about that?”
Eddie whines and leans in, nipping at your neck.
“You know, I wasn’t a big fan of this bathing suit anyway,” you tell him. “The faster you get it on the floor, the faster you can be inside of me.”
Eddie gets your coverup and bathing suit off in record time. It would’ve made you laugh if you weren’t so turned on. His swim trunks go next and then Eddie is lifting you up onto the bathroom counter. There’s not much time to admire his fully naked body before he gets down on his knees in front of you. You wind your fingers through the hair on the top of his head and he looks up at you with wide, hungry eyes. That look alone has you practically dripping for him.
Eddie keeps that eye contact with you as his hands force your legs further apart and he licks a broad stripe up your folds. You’re the one to end the staring contest when the pleasure overwhelms you and your eyes flutter closed, throwing your head back. It knocks against the mirror, but you’re too caught up to notice if it hurt or not.
On the next swipe of Eddie’s tongue, he keeps going up so his tongue is trailing the swell of your belly as well. He presses hot kisses against your bump as he works his way back down again. He repeats the motion, next time taking time to either kiss or run his tongue along the stretch marks. The physical sensation feels amazing, but paired with the way Eddie is making you feel emotionally with his tender touch is making your heart thump even faster.
Every little movement of his makes you feel more cared for, more cherished, and sexy. He’s built you up so high that you have to give a little tug on his curls so he pulls his mouth away from your pussy.
“Need you inside. Now.”
“Anything for the woman carrying my baby.”
You pull his mouth to yours and moan against his tongue as you feel his hands roam your body. His touch soothes over the areas of your breasts where you’ve memorized the stretch marks before moving down and caressing the ones on your stomach again.
Eddie’s hands slide up to your hips and give a quick squeeze. He gently lifts you down from the counter and spins you around to face the mirror. You brace your hands on the counter as Eddie trails soft kisses up the side of your neck.
“Want you to see how fucking hot is when I fuck you like this,” he whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver throughout your body.
You spread your legs, but Eddie wants them farther apart. He nudges them with his knee while he rubs a hand up and down your spine. He fists his cock a few times, making eye contact with you in the mirror as he does so. The way he’s looking at you has you whimpering and whining in anticipation.
Your noises make Eddie smirk, and he lines himself up with your entrance. As he pushes in, one hand snakes around your body and rests firmly on your baby bump.
“Fuck,” Eddie groans. “I’ll never get over how fucking perfectly we fit together.” He punctuates his statement by tilting your chin slightly upwards so you have no choice but to see yourself in the mirror. You watch as he disappears inside you, your body obeying his every command.
When you rock your hips back against his, Eddie slips his other hand around you to rub circles on your clit. His middle finger finds it easily, slipping through your soaked folds and pressing against the sensitive bud. The feeling is too much; you have to bite your lip to keep from screaming out—the last thing you need is the Harringtons hearing your pathetic whines.
“God, I wanna fill you up so bad, baby,” Eddie hisses, snapping into you furiously as he takes in the view of your body; the view of you watching your body. “Shit, I’d make you pregnant twice over right now if I could.”
“W-Would you always keep me pregnant if you could?” you manage to ask between gasps and whimpers—both yours and Eddie’s.
“Fuck,” Eddie growls. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. “I’ll go buy a damn farm right now to raise all the babies I want to put in you.”
His words make you laugh, which has you squeezing around Eddie’s cock. He moans, drawing you impossibly close against his bare chest.
“They’re babies, not sheep, Eddie.”
“Still need the space to run around,” he muses, making you laugh again.
“I love you so—-oh! So, so much, Eddie.”
He’s ridiculously hard inside of you, fucking into you like his life depends on it. “Shit, I love you too, princess.” His middle finger makes more frantic circles around your clit, throwing you over the edge. “You’ve got a fuckin’ vice grip today, holy shit,” he breathes, willing himself not to finish too early while still being acutely aware of his surroundings.
Your fingers dig into the countertop as each thrust brings you closer to your orgasm. “Right—right there,” you pant, fighting back a moan. “Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop.” You come, aided by his magic fingers and your raging hormones, with a soft whine of his name.
“‘M right there, shit, you’re the best little fucktoy,” he grunts. The hint of degradation has you clenching around him again; of course, he immediately takes notice of it. “Y’like that? Y’like being my pregnant little fucktoy? Knocked up with my baby and still beggin’ for more?”
“Y-Yes, sir,” you stutter, smiling at the reaction your response brings.
Eddie’s pistoning his hips into you, whispering directly in your ear, “So good, so fucking good f’me. Gonna come so deep in this little pussy, mkay? Gonna keep you pregnant, just like you want.”
With a guttural groan, he spills into you. His breath is hot on your shoulder blade as he stays inside, not wanting to withdraw right away. You’re not complaining either, until—
“Are you two finished in there?” Steve’s irritated voice beckons from the other side of the door. Your already sweaty body heats up even more, realizing you’ve been found out. Something about it is also oddly hot, but it’s not the best time to think about that with Eddie still inside of you and Steve on the other side of the door.
“Just a sec!” Eddie calls back, giving your earlobe a gentle nibble as he pulls out, scooping up the cum that’s dripping down your bare leg and stuffing it back into your pussy. “Had to clean you up,” he murmurs with a salacious grin.
The two of you put your swimsuits back on and fix yourselves as best as you can before Eddie opens up the bathroom door.
Steve just rolls his eyes, barreling past you as he mutters, “Dammit Munson; you already got her pregnant. Relax.”
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Hi girl!! I don't know how to say this, but I love your writing and your sooo creative. I just wanted to say, im giving birth in a couple of weeks and it just hit me that I'm going to have a KID, LIKE WTH??? I did my research so there's nothing to worry about and I'm financially stable, its just, WEIRD??? I'm going to pop a baby out??please give some advice bc my hubby seems really cool about it and I'm just WHAT??😭
Trigger warnings- baby, mom life, and labor talk. Super long post 💕
✨️Congratulations to both of you and welcome to the hot moms club✨️
I went through an induction that turned into an emergency c section, so keep that in mind when reading my advice since I am not sure what form of labor you are opting for.
During Labor/Your hospital stay:
Bring a comfort idea to the hospital for before "active" labor and after. I brought my own pillow, and that made a world of difference. It was nice having something so familiar afterwards.
Don't eat anything you don't want to risk coming back up. Some hospitals will allow you to eat. Try to stick to the ice, juice, jello, or pudding. Italian shaved ice was also an option for me. And do bring snackies for after. You deserve it.
Don't panic if your birth plan does not turn out to be how birthing goes. I had planned on natural labor, no pain medication. I went in to be induced at 9pm December 13, by 2am I was in a lot of pain, by 7am I had an epidural.
Not to scare you, but the epidural can cause a few different reactions. Don't let that stop you from getting it. You HAVE to allow yourself to be as comfortable as possible, and your birth team will handle whatever curves are thrown their way.
If you are physically able to, do golden hour. In case it is called something different for you, golden hour is a full hour where the nursing staff leaves you and baby alone for skin to skin and nursing time. Tell your man I'm sorry, but he can wait. That hour is essential for building breastmilk supply if you're going to be EBF or EP. He can have baby after.
And let him have baby after. Daddy needs his own hour where baby is getting skin to skin with him.
It's going to be hard, but try not be mad if baby daddy sleeps after labor. He's going to have spent the last how ever long you were in labor in a heightened state of fight or flight because the woman he loves is in pain and there is nothing he can do for you. It's painful and all the exhausting for us. It's mentally and emotionally exhausting for them.
Do not (under any circumstances) let them force you into handling feedings one way or the other. Fed is best. Period.
Do not allow them to force you to have a nurse who makes you uncomfortable in any way. I know it's hard, but if a nurse is making you feel like you aren't doing enough, aren't listening to them, are making a wrong choice, ASK FOR A NEW NURSE. They should be supporting you.
If you're at a hospital where mom and baby sleep in one room, don't hesitate to say yes if a nurse asks if you want baby to go to nursery for a little bit. You both will need sleep. You deserve sleep. That nap will be precious. Trust me.
For home:
During bathing, try a swaddle method. It uses two towels, but it helps baby feel safe and secure. Here's a little link to an article about them
Take. Time. With. No. Visitors. You and baby daddy deserve time to adapt to your LO. It's a totally different ball game. We had 2 weeks alone. 2 weeks with just our parents. 2 weeks with our siblings. Then we opened the house to visitors who messaged us first.
Establish boundaries from jump. I made a post about on SM with a picture of our boundaries. Baby daddy enforced it.
Enjoy those 2am cuddles. They go away so fast 🥺
If you do not mentally feel okay, tell people you trust. Immediately. PPD/PPA can quickly become postpartum psychosis when left untreated.
Remember you're gorgeous. Even if you don't feel that way. You literally grew a human. It is the most selfless thing you could do for your family, and in my opinion, the closest thing to magic.
Remember to be kind to yourself and baby daddy. You're both learning. It's hard. So hard.
Never feel guilty for a few minutes of screen time. Sophia gets about 30 minutes a week spread out throughout the week. Ms. Rachel is a great help.
From my baby daddy to yours
Get her the food she's been craving that she "can't have" which also meant you couldn't have it for her first post labor meal. Lizzy wanted sushi. Baby momma got her sushi.
Take pictures of her with your kid. Constantly without her knowing. Those pictures will get you through the work day.
Get up with her at night. We helped make the baby. We help with the baby.
No yelling. No fighting. I said one thing to Lizzy I regret deeply, and I don't know if she's genuinely forgiven me for it. This is hard on your baby momma. If she needs to vent. Let her. Don't fight her. Just get her down for a nap, man. That's all you can do sometimes.
Never tell her to sleep when the munchkin sleeps. That statement is the most unhelpful thing anyone said to Lizzy. Tell her instead to lay down and try to get some sleep, and you will listen for crying. She needs the comfort of knowing someone else is there.
Don't allow anyone to shame her for anything. I learned I will throw hands over someone shaming Lizzy. Luckily, it was with my brother. We're good now.
Make sure she gets to shower every day.
Love her. Love her and look out for any signs of her not being okay. Lizzy's was staring off into nothing and crying way too much.
Make sure you schedule time for both of you to get away and let her enjoy said time.
Skin to skin. Daily.
Lastly, get her a pump if she's breastfeeding. Trust me. It will help build supply, and it allows you to feed the little one.
If you two need ANYTHING, message me. I don't have all the answers, but I might have advice. 💕
Here's a few products we love for Sophia, too. Some of them are pricy. We apologize.
Dreamland weighted Swaddle
Diaper cream spatula
Calmoseptine Ointment
Bums and Roses - softest pj's ever and you can get matching ones.
Momcozy nail file
Lizzy's favorite stationary pump*
Lizzys favorite on the go/work pump*
The bottles baby daddy uses to feed Sophia sometimes
*check to see if insurance will help*
Overall, just enjoy your time together and your sweet little baby.💕💕
Ps- thank you for the compliments! I was so excited to give advice I almost brushed over them 🥺
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New year countdown with Alessia Russo
28, 24 and 35 :)
24 New Years Eve Countdown, 28 “You look so beautiful in the snow.” 24 “Hey, if we don’t find someone by midnight…you and me…maybe?” - “Ask me properly and I might consider it.” 35 “Will you be my new years kiss?”
You watched through the kitchen window as the snow fell. For the first time in years England had a White Christmas and it continued up to New Years Eve.
In the house your shared with Millie, Ella and your girlfriend Alessia, bathroom time was like a military schedule especially when you all went out together. You took the least amount of time to get ready so you were last on the list.
You don’t know was possessed you to do it but you found yourself going out into the garden to feel the snow despite being in only shorts, a t-shirt and your slippers. As you felt the the snowflakes on your bare skin you felt calm, still almost.
What you didn't know is that Alessia came to get you just after you ventured into the cold. She watches as you stand in the middle of the garden looking up to the sky with your eyes closed. To anyone else this sight would be weird maybe even worrying but Alessia was used to it. You would find moments in life when it was just you and the world. She mostly sees it after games when you go back out to pitch once the fans have left. When asked about it you told her you were having a moment of reflection and give the year you had, you had a lot to reflect on.
“You look so beautiful in the snow.”
The sound of your girlfriend's voice makes you jump on the spot as you hold you chest in attempt to even out your breathing.
"How long have you been standing there?" you hold your hand out asking her to join you only for her to shake her head.
When you walk back to the house you see the expression on Alessia's face change.
"Long enough to worry about your body temperature"
"No need. See" your hands travel under the baggy t-shirt she is wearing and you pull her into you. She shrieks at the feeling on your freezing cold hands on her bare back but you don't let go.
"Y/N! You're freezing. Go get in that shower"
"Yes Ma'am!" you jokingly salute her before running upstairs.
Several hours later and most of the united girls as well as some of the England players have taken over a bar in the centre of Manchester.
You are sat in one of the booths whilst Alessia danced the night away with Ella, Millie and Rachel. Every so often she would look back at you and wink. It was cute but you also knew it was her way of checking in on you. Going out drinking wasn’t your thing, you would much rather have spent the night back home and invited some of the girls over.
Noticing that your glass is empty you are torn on whether or not to get another drink as it would mean walking across the dance floor. Just as you thought you are halfway to the bar when you feel someone grab your wrist.
“No. No. No. You know the rules, once you step on the dance floor you have to dance to at least one song” Rachel tells you.
“Well I was going to the bar. If you come with me then I will buy you a drink” You knew the way to her heart, especially on a night out.
“You heard that everyone!” the villa players shouts “Drinks are on Y/N”
The amount of players that surrounded the bar make your credit card cry.
You order a large round of shots and ask the bartenders to hand them out whilst you enjoy having your girlfriend close for the time since arriving at the bar.
“Hello you” you smile at the blonde, holding her hips as she begins swaying a little.
Alessia crashes her lips into yours without warning something that you rarely do in public given the fact that you don’t know who could see you but you didn’t pull away, if anything you encourage her to keep going by running your tongue across her bottom lip.
When you do pull away it is only due to lack of oxygen.
“Hey, if we don’t find someone by midnight…you and me…maybe?” Alessia suggests making you laugh.
You fully intended on ringing in your new year with your girlfriend and with a kiss that would rival the greatest movies but hearing her asking, rather poorly you might add, makes you flustered.
“Ask me properly and I might consider it.” you tease before handing her a shot.
“Look me in the eyes Y/N. I’m not starting the new year with a curse of bad sex”
You look at her dead in the eyes as you raise the small glass, the gaze remaining until the burning liquid was travelling down your throat.
“We can’t be having that now can we” you quickly peck her on the lips.
You get pulled onto the dance floor by Ella before you have the chance to protest. Although you cannot complain because the only person you ending up dancing with is Alessia. The night rolls on and soon enough midnight approaches.
There is a 60 second countdown on one of the screens as everyone gets their glass on champagne ready whilst waiting for the clock to strike.
“Will you be my new years kiss?” Alessia rephrases her earlier question.
“I would love nothing more”
The whole room counts down from 10 and watches the TV as it showed scenes in the countries capital.
You can hear the fireworks go off and multiple people are wishing you happy new year but you only had eyes for one person and one thing in mind.
Nothing compared to when you got to kiss you girlfriend. Now matter the type of kiss or the environment you are in. Having that connection with her gave you butterflies ever after been together for almost 4 years.
“Happy New Year my love” you tell Alessia.
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Isn't Bite Also Touch?
(Loki X Female demon!reader)
Chapter seven! (check chapter 6!)
Summary: A lot of smut following, a bit of angst as they'll fight later on. Is there anything suspicious about the Angel?
Warnings: Smut!! Blasphemy, alcohol, fighting, (physical aggression, scratching) improper use of magic, slapping, verbal insults, screaming, probably a bit of exhibitionism, (but not really? Loki's pretty possessive, he's just really mad) hate-sex, rough fuck, mean Loki.
“Not the shoes!” Thor exclaimed scandalously as he watched the scene.
Loki makes a disgusted sound with his throat, stepping carefully and processing the fact there was demon vomit on his new, expensive, on-brand shoes. Messily, as he's still groggy with all the alcohol on his system, he lifts his hand up the air and magically removes the offending substance off his shoes.
“Be careful next time.” He harshly commands, but you're still dizzy and fighting to remain steady, trembling on your feet, his eyes soften as he sees your state. “Is it better now? Do you need to go somewhere?” He asks and receives no answer from you.
“You've never really enjoyed my presence, have you?” The Angel speaks up. It's weird to see you looking so small. “And the first impression I have of you after all these years is of you throwing up, your body has gotten weak.” The Angel repulsively spits out, you refuse to look at him and pull an extremely confused Loki by his arms, dragging him out of there.
You two get together inside a tiny, hidden, locked room. Loki restlessly demands information of the angel who just appeared to ruin your party.
“Fuck it, I shouldn't have allowed myself to drink so much.” You put your hands on your head, feeling the stinging sensation.
“It was fun while it lasted, you have to admit.”
“You just liked seeing me lose control.” You bring up, still not looking at him.
“You always have control of everything.” He points out.
“Do I?” You smirk knowingly, licking your lips at his attitude. He looked all disheveled and your sudden unquietness within yourself made you want to explode. “Damn it, just take your fucking clothes off.”
“Excuse me?” He blinks and gapes a bit, looking stupid, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. He takes off his shoes, and his hands jump to unfasten his shirt but he just hesitates until you say it again.
“You heard me, take them off.” You say and push his chest until his back lays against the soft, foreign bed. “Do you want me to do it for you?” You were out of patience and reaching to straddle his body beneath yours.
He gulps and proceeds to do as you say, fighting to take his shirt off his torso as quickly as possible, resisting the temptation to lift his hand and touch your skin after he's shirtless. He just keeps them there up beyond his reach.
Oh.
He's keeping his hands to himself, up his head, presenting his body to you. You give a diabolic smile that shows your pointy teeth, as you're close to salivating at the sight of his muscular pecs exposing his heavy breathing and very very warm sweat speckling down his skin.
You lean forward closer to his face, locking eyes with him, just to close your fingers around each of his wrists. Keeping it there lifted now with full control, just like he wanted, his pupils are dark and his eyes so pleasing you're starting to think you're drunk on something else.
He groans, closing his eyes in response from the pleasure of you squeezing his skin tight as you suffocate his senses with your body practically glued to his.
“Fuck.” It's all you can muster, you never could have guessed drunk-you would be so lacking for words. Maybe it's just his intoxicating aroma deafening your senses.
“Demoness,” he puts himself through a test and tries to let go of your hands. He succeeds and gives you a very bright malicious smile. “You temptress,” His eyes sparkle with malice as he hungrily watches your body burn under his fingertips. “My mistress bathed in sin.”
His hands snake down your skin and you allow it, for now. He's still smiling and still licking his lips at the sight of you on top of him. The moment stops for you as you notice his eyes sparkle a bit more as he admires.
Then he turns you around and pins you under his body, with all the pressure he can apply. And you try to squirm out but it's like his body is made of iron with how heavy he is on top of you, locking you beneath him.
His hellish amusement is there and now you grunt out to the air.
“I allowed it,” you brag.
“Of course you did, you're just a horny stupid little thing, aren't you?” You get red from his words, but he doesn't relent, and he can sense you're starting to shake a little. “You'd let me do all the work.”
“You can't–”
“Can't what?” His hips grind against yours, both of you still clothed but craving, dying for the friction. “Can't what? You brought me here, wouldn't want to ruin the party for me, would you, little one? No…” He runs his mouth down the skin of your neck to your breasts, and his cold breath is making you shiver. “No, you have something to give me.” He almost orders. And you spread your leg a little wider in invitation, he pulls your dress up and his hands start kneading your ass.
Your teeth are gritted in response to his degrading words. But you just swallow your defenses, both of your dizzy drunken brains managing to make the situation much simpler as you just allow him to take control.
He is visibly excited for this, preparing you with his touching, delighting on your sounds and huffs of pleasure, “Are you okay? Is this okay?” he frowns a bit as he remembers, waiting patiently as you can read the underlying question: do you truly want this? Are you sober?
Your heart palpitates faster, your gaze is dazzled with wonder, noticeable for a while, as you stare into his questioning but patient eyes. You're okay, you know you are, but you're more than pleased to know he's a man of morals even when you can feel how horny he is, pulsing against the skin of your thighs.
Also, it's not very often that you see gods being morally correct. Or not just caring about themselves, if there's one thing you've been impressed with since the beginning, it's about how Loki, somehow, always cares for you, even when he pretends he doesn't.
“I'm ok, it's ok.” You consent, nodding a little, and wait a moment in silence. “Are you ok?”
He seems lost while gazing hungrily at your body, his mouth open as he unconsciously unleashes his breathing. Grasping you a bit too hard around your hips, he looks into your eyes again. “Yes, yes I am.”
It's the last thing you hear before he dives between your thighs, looking feral as he admires your glistening pussy, he silently wonders if he's been bewitched, for he felt starved from your delicious cunt and it's only been an hour —if he still remembers properly. But damn it now, he doesn't care about anything else but you and your scent, poisoning his system.
He curses a Nordic profounity, “Fuck, fuck. Demoness, you're killing me now, I'm sure of it. You're poisoning me,” he states and you push him to eat you out, forcing his words to an end as you smile up to the ceiling so adoringly, feeling his skilled tongue pleasing you.
“I wouldn't kill you,” You breathe out shaking. Soon you wouldn't be able to even feel your legs as they're numbing from overstimulation, your body recalling the early hours of the party. You moan loudly as you jolt from the thought and from Loki's tongue hitting your sweet spot.
When he pulls out, there's your essence tainting his lips, you curse out to all the princes of Hell. They could be damned now, you'd let this god do anything to you, if kept looking at you like you carry the whole world, eating you out like you're the best thing his lips ever tasted.
Loki keeps your thighs well spread out for him, giving a kiss to your stomach, and your heart waves at the soft touch. That was so cute, to you. He keeps kissing and licking the area, giving small bites at times when noticed you got too ticklish, or squirmed more under his touch.
When his body went up his kisses came too, and you felt the head of his cock move up and down to drown in your juices, coming close to your clit just to tease and moving down, slowly again.
“L-Loki,” You wave, quivering under his ferocious gaze. He licked his lips as he watched you like you're his last meal. His hand lands on your lower back. ”Please,” you gulp dumbly as you watch him. “Just fuck me.”
“Ask nicely.” He teases more, his hand close to holding you down by your neck. You whimper as you feel the head of his cock entering you, he takes a deep breath to keep his ground as he awaits your begging. Almost unable to contain himself, his jaw clenched and hands twitching, hurting your skin but you don't mind.
You force yourself to swallow your pride. Rolling your eyes a bit too harshly before feeling him pulling out and entering more of his cock into your sensitive cunt, you're unused to the size and your walls are stretched with a tad discomfort. He chuckles.
“Do you feel pain, little slut? Who would've thought, a dirty demon like you.” He cruelly mentions your visible, slight discomfort. Mocking.
You tilt your head to him, clenched jaw but pleading eyes still wanting to feel more of him despite the pain, the need to feel him deep inside you needing to be scratched.
“Please,” you keep going, jaw still clenched, you can pinpoint submissiveness to the alcohol, later. For now, you want him, all of him. “Please, please, please. Give me your cock.” Your hands clench around his shoulders as you bring him closer, he grants you your wish.
Your knees have given out and you feel helpless for the first time in so long, your whole body was pinned against him as he speared into you with such a furious intensity, getting so deep you gasped in utter surprise. His hands around your neck and a whispered sign down your earlobe to “Keep begging me,” and you're at a loss, babbling the sound of his name and the word 'please'.
He reaches around to touch your clit, matching his unforgiving pace, picking up his speed as he groans feeling you clench around him so deliciously. Small yelps left your throat with each of his harsh thrusts, you're a mess as your back arches closer to his chest.
His hand moves to hold your back carefully as he keeps heavily grunting onto your ear, his breathing deep and low voice demanding of your pleasure. He harshly grasps your skin with his nails, you scratch his back together from all the pressure hitting your sensitive cunt.
As he massages your clit, it makes you jolt under his touch with each stroke. His thrusts becoming more and more animalistic, brutal, he rams into you, your whole body is shaking roughly with his brutish pounding.
You can barely hear your own moaning as Loki fills all of your senses, he is everything you touch and his growls and grunts are all you hear. You two fill the quiet room with the sound of sex and moaning.
“Look at you,” he gloats. “You were so insistent upon not looking inferior, now you tremble beneath me.” He gives a slow, harsh thrust, to emphasize his point, your eyes roll and your mouth opens, almost drooling. “Pray to me.”
His words come out rough and too low timbre. your whole body shivers and your core tightens, burning from his words alone, he gets so fast-paced with his pounding you can't even catch a breath.
“W-w-wh-what?” You ask among his savage rhythm. Your mouth is in the shape of an 'O' as he pulls out only to slip even further inside you, if that's possible.
“You heard me,” He messily moves his hand from your back to pull your hair. It makes you remember the other time, when he refused to sleep with you. You give him a shameless, taunting smile.
He yanks your hair locking eyes with you, a deep moan escapes your lips in response. “Pray to me. Pray, and this God might save your devious soul. I'm the only God you have to think of.”
Little does he know, —although he should — but you don't have a soul to be saved. It's not like you're going to correct him now.
Your head moves back and forth mixing with his body smashing against your flesh, you don't fear the dizziness that'll install later, his fucking making you completely mindless.
You gulp and sob out, your brain struggling to remember how to speak through the fogginess of pleasure.
“In-In- nomine Patris, et- Filii, et Spiritus Sancti,” you start, broken Latin as you fight to remember what the prayers are—those that make your skin burn with their Grace— his punishing pounding getting worse and more frantic as your praying comes to life.
“T-t-tu es qu-qui jaces in-in-in Coelis, gratia plena,” your voice is trembling, fighting to keep the tone alive. You sob your tears from the sensitivity blinding your sight through the sinful act. The blasphemy drowning you, filling the pits of your stomach. “i-in omnibus nobis omnia praesens, omnium salvator.” You spit out the end, locking eyes with him.
“Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra–” You trip over your words as he starts sucking and biting your neck.
He furiously rubs his hand against your clit. His voice strained to say the next words, his breaking point coming present as he pronounces all his Asgardian splendor.
“C-come, come now. Kom for meg, min lille djevel.” You scream and spasm around him, clutching all you can grab of him, wanting to feel as much as possible. You see stars as you cum around him, shaking, the squelching sound so sinful reaching your ears.
Loki growls near your jawline, his thrusts getting slack as he's closer to completion. He shudders, you feel his cock pulsing inside of you, filling you full with his warm cum.
Loki's breaths are labored as his thrusting slows down, riding his orgasm. When he pulls out, there's the trace of semen tainting your skin and trickling down your thighs.
You're panting heavily as he pulls you closer to him, his eyes never leaving yours, he leans forward to kiss you. You didn't even get to catch a breath as he changes your position and deepens the kiss.
You felt your body aching from the sex, your head was spinning from the damned alcohol you had last night. As much as it hurts to feel some pins and needles, you still had the new — horrifying—experience to feel human.
You don't know how you feel about that.
Lifting yourself as quickly as possible to hurry to the bathroom, as you feel nauseated, you suddenly remember your conditions and physically recoil from agony and disgust of yourself.
Throwing up? You've allowed yourself to throw up? Especially in front of your 'brother'? At a party filled with humans?
Outrageous, gross. You want to kill your human form and remove the skin to stop from feeling so dirty and humane. But all you can express outloud is a sincere grunt of annoyance, grabbing the skin of your stomach.
It takes some time, you arrive at the bathroom and contain your vomiting, using your magic to stop the sickness and the lightheadedness, throwing up now would make you simply refuse to exist.
It takes time for you to notice Loki's not in the room.
You take a look at the place, analyzing every detail you didn't notice before. And hurry to get out of there and find Loki.
You end up bumping into him as you walk out of that strange room, he looks you up and down, his mind rushes through the thoughts of your well-being, then he seems to put himself together. Clearing his throat.
His mind rushed through a series of nightmares he had last night, but they came to you as a bunch of blurred images.
The last time he had nightmares, he thought it was your fault, but after spending the night feeding off your delectable supernatural body he wondered how he could have such torturous, painful nightmares. Especially after such a long time since he had the company of anyone in his sleep.
It hit him like a plague, and ruined his mood, apparently that would never leave him.
“Morning.” Insouciant, why would that be?
“Good morning!” You exclaim, merry to see him. He looks confused. “Where were you going? I didn't see you. I'm pretty sure you still slept in the same bed as me last night.”
“That's none of your business.” Once again, you're facing the mean kitty. You sighed.
“You were much easier to deal with last night. You were very touchy, if I can say.” You remember him and all the clear touching you shared at the party and at the end of it.
“Look, just because I fucked you doesn't mean I feel anything for you, so you should stop looking for me.” He looked very serious as he said this, you suddenly feel so much of a feeling you've never felt before. Like cold water has just been poured down your good mood. A foreign feeling pounding into your chest.
Shame.
And he continues.
“It was a wonderful fuck, and I'd love to do it again, even though you're insufferable and… surprisingly weak for a being such as a demon, it makes me a bit disappointed, I expected more a bit more.” He tilts his head arrogantly as he dares to put you down.
You weren't expecting to feel such a weird pang in your heart from his words, it's not sadness, but anger instead. Your face fell and you closed your fist around your chest.
“I've only never left because you never truly wanted me to go away,” you give him a fake smile, your eyes burning, denying the tears. “You may say whatever you want, but you know you've always been alone and the one that's never picked. The last option, the second, unwanted child, I know. Always the shadow of another, you delight yourself upon the attention I give you.” You close your mouth but look very sour, wanting to hurt him.
“I could say the same of you,” He says through gritted teeth and clenched jaw. Pointing towards you in spite. “Your 'brother' made you throw up last night, who are you to say you're not also unwanted? Is that the main reason you seek attention from me? Because you crave it? Or is it because you can't let me go? You've said it yourself, demon, your attraction to my powers, to my magic, to me. It doesn't make you want to go away, so what do you have to say? Your infatuation makes you weak and predictable. I've said this from the start, you're the one that's been too fucked dumb until you forgot this fact.” He spits it all out, looking down at you, his eyes looking so sharp like knives.
“You know nothing about me.” You say coldly, breaking your charismatic endeavor.
“You've shown me your cards a long time ago, little demon. I know how you work,” He's too proud, you burn with rage. “I could use your body like my personal sex toy and you wouldn't even deny me, would you? Having my personal demon slave to break until you cry, that's how emotional you are, you'd probably just break down to pieces. Are you having fun with the humans? Are they making you as pathetic as they are? Do you want to save the world with them, do you think any sensible human on this planet would consider you a hero?” His voice trembles as he says the last sentence.
The next noise that the room echoes is a sudden snap, Loki's face red, burning from the mark of your violence. You slapped him.
Your gaze is distant as you watch his surprised eyes burning with agitation from having startled you. You're suddenly filled with anger to a point you start hitting his chest.
He can prevent all the attacks, and he doesn't take it seriously, you'd probably scare a mortal but Loki's way too egotistical now, all your early compliments of his powers feeding into his image of being superior, mistakenly thinking he's superior to you.
And over all of this, he's convinced he hates you. He can feel the scratches stinging and marking their presence on his pale arms as you tried to attack with your bare hands.
He loses composure and falls with you on top of him, your hands squeeze his arms harshly, craving your nail into his skin, purposefully strong enough and wanting to make it bleed. It pleased you.
He leaves a hiss as he locks your hands again, but he can still feel the scratching and gripping and hitting throughout other parts of his body.
“How are you doing this?!” He exclaims feeling the punches still hit him as he holds down your fists.
It's comparable to a ghostly touch, it's aggressive, freezing and scorching at the same time, you were all like the demon you're supposed to be. Exposing the anger and the punishment against his skin being the victim.
“You're only scared because you know I hold the truth.” He says.
“You can't offend me, Laufeyson. I only give you what you deserve,” You spit on him, and he backs off, leaving your hands free as you get angrier on top. “You can't, I know every one of your sins, I know your fears.”
“You don't know what I am,” he said sadly, trying to keep a stable look. “You don't.”
“I know you're the spoiled child here, not me.” You say, “You act like you're so tortured but you've had everything in life and you're nothing but a spoiled little prince that deserves nothing but cruelty, so you'll know how others feel.” You look into his eyes as you're wishing to hurt him. “Maybe I should punish you myself,” you sound a bit too serious, as if another play-pretend is coming to an end, a bit too out of your mind. “What do you think? Should I? Should I make your life a living hell? Should I make you pay for the souls you've killed? I promise it's more than some hundred people the Avenger's data claim to be. Come on, Loki!” You scream at his face, still straddling him, his hands shaking now but unmoving to push you off.
“Come on, Loki!” You continue, “Think of the parents, their children, growing up alone after you killed them, the families ruined. Should I make you suffer for them all?”
He looks sad now, you could see the tears silently showing on the corners of his eyes. You couldn't stop, you don't feel guilt, it doesn't come with your nature.
“You wouldn't dare. Even if I deserve it, you wouldn't punish me.” He coldly says, trying to snap against you, he's surprised he can't do it this time.
You close your mouth and give him a furious look, you know you shouldn't speak now, you don't want him to know too much about you. You can't, so you lie.
“You're right,” you lie, too saccharine, coming too easily, you just have to look a bit defeated. He doesn't look like he believes you, ever so doubtful. “You're right, I said I wouldn't. I can't punish you.”
He doesn't want to think about your trustworthiness, nor about his arguments. He closes the distance between the two of you, right out of the foreign room, out there in the hallway.
In contrast to the night before, now his touch only shows his anger and shame instead of any passion.
He doesn't want you to feel anything other than his hatred and fury, he's angry, all too angry at your words. At your daring to look innocent and bubbly, at your fake pretend act, at your secrets, at your constant clinginess, at your touches. At you. He's angry at you, he's quickly convinced he hates you and that you're messing with his mind to make you seem like a good person.
He growls against the inside of your mouth as he seeks forward your open shirt, grabbing the skin with the equal pressure of wishing to make it bleed too, he cupped the back of your head and brought you close as he brutally bites your lower lip.
“Ow, you fuck–” You complain, feeling it bleed, lifting your hand instinctively to touch the wound, he grabs your hand and keeps it down in place. Using his seidr to remove his pants and all of your clothes, the top of his asgardian leather vest prodding your bare stomach, you look around the hallway, scared someone will pass by. “The cameras. Someone might–”
“I'm tired of your feigned innocence.” He angrily silences you, he puts his hand to cover your mouth and your mumbles stuffle around his palms. “Let them see. Let them watch.” He rolls his hips roughly to your pelvic arch, pumping his cock to prepare and grunting out to the Heavens as he slides it into your already dripping hole.
You didn't want to confess how much the possibility of any strangers watching enticed you. “Let them see who brings the demon to her knees.” You bite his hand harshly and he hisses, grabbing your chin violently and squeezing, feeling your dental arch under the skin of your face. Your lips plump bright from his harsh kissing.
“Fuck, no–” You squeak out, not meaning it, but he still hesitates, until you glance at him and nod again, more frenetically, trying to get him to move as you babble meaningless denials. He keeps his thrusting, going harder and harder, making you grip his hips to steady. Afraid someone will hear the noise of your flesh hitting together ferociously. “Oh, OH!” You scream out.
“I want to devour you, you cruel thing.” He tightens his grip on your chin while pistoning your poor cunt. “I want to eat you up, you're a little bug compared to me. Tiny little useless little bitch.” He keeps his punishing pace. “This is the punishment you'll receive, tell me, do you like it? Am I being fair? It's an honorable punishment, being my little cumslut, I'll make you my little cum dumpster,” his eyes sparkled as he said the term to refer to you. “I'll fill you up and you won't be able to move, feeling me right here with your every step, feeling the stickiness that'll mark you as mine, so you'll forget your bratty behavior.” He puts his hand to rest on your womb, and you moan loudly, locking eyes with the tiny, almost unnoticeable, camera. Not knowing if it's on or not, either way, you're likely giving a whole performance.
“Ah! Oh, no,” you feel your eyes sting with tears as you're pinned down, against the cold floor. Your legs give out whilst they also tremble with every hit of his skin against yours.
He pulls out quickly and turns you around, now your mouth is fighting to stay far from the ground. He yanks your hair as he pushes your entire face towards the floor, arching your lower back, presenting yourself to him. He kicks your legs open to hurriedly shove his throbbing, aching cock, inside of you again.
The manhandling got you shaking for him, his thrusting forceful as your face dizzily scratched in contact with the harsh freezing floor of the hallway. He's pounding into you as if to convince himself of his lack of care for you.
Reaching his fingers around you to eagerly touch your clit, wishing for your constricting walls to suffocate his cock, to unknowingly pull him in deeper so he could flood your insides with his seed.
He wanted to make the devil tremble beneath him every single time, to feel your knees weak for him, he feared he was addicted. Your body invites him with such warmth, to paint your walls white with his cum.
When he feels you jolting harshly, he growls and his hips snap strongly to guide you through your orgasm, not relenting in his pace. You felt yourself getting too overstimulated as you moaned very soft whines and pushed your hands weakly against his chest.
He kept a vicious pace until his thrusting began getting uneven as he grunts out loudly, pushing your skin as he fills your abused cunt with loads of his cum.
Both of you lay out of breath on the floor, trying to recover a balanced breathing pattern, his marvelous hand still grasping your skin as strong as he could, instinctively.
Once you both recover, he moves his fingers to magically redress himself. Keeping you dumbly watching him, even as he lifts off of your body, he doesn't make a move to dress you.
“You're such a dick.” You spit out the words, looking around to check where your clothes are, before remembering he magicked them off.
“I could help you, of course,” He pretends to think of something. “But I'll only do so, if you tell me what's the deal with the angel.” He brings the topic out of the blue.
“I don't need your help!” You exclaim angrily, getting up naked. “You don't scare me, Loki.” You give him a stern look.
“I should. You should be scared of me. And you don't look half as terrifying as you think you do, while you're naked.”
You ignore the teasing and focus on the way he's trying to intimidate you. “You're just a god. I've seen millions of them.”
“Which only fuels my curiosity, can I even know how old you are?”
You grunt out and physically hesitate, you despise going anywhere near personal talk. You make new clothes magically reappear.
“I could get you naked in a snap of my fingers if you don't answer me.” He smirks, glancing down at your body.
“I think you forget I'm more powerful than you.” You state still denying him attention.
“I should probably wait for a team meeting, so I could make everyone see how much of a beauty you are.”
“They probably already know.” You glance at the camera, that's not speckling any light to sign its functioning. “Or maybe not, either way, I could get you naked in a second too.” You dared.
“Oh, I hope you do.” He grabs your waist and presses both of his hands down your stomach.
“In the middle of the hallway?!” Stark insults, accompanied by a frantic Steve by his side.
“We should create a rule of no sex around the tower.”
“Everybody would lose within a week, dumbass, only you wouldn't.” Stark pats his chest, you get yourself out of Loki's grip. “We all saw what you two did last night on the table, your luck is that a lot of people do the same in these parties. Just don't do it very…often.” He refuses to look at you two.
You don't answer him and just walk away, reaching another huge area. Most of the spaces resemble the living room for resting, that's close to the meeting room. It's not really your fault for not knowing the places or their purposes yet.
“Don't you want to go down to the training room?” Steve asks you, walking in with you. “It'll be useful, it's what we usually do around these hours. And you'll probably need to do it one time or another.”
“I'll think about it–” You end up bumping someone as you were staring at Rogers.
“Where are your manners?” Inquiries the being, the great Symbol of Heaven. “Honestly, sister, you've been falling off your feet a lot since the party.”
“Don't call me that.”
“Do you have something against him?” Stark asks, a bit rhetorically, as he can already sense the answer.
Loki arrogantly tilts his head now that he knows it'll be difficult for you to walk away.
“Of course I have, I don't want to be near him.” You say.
“You don't have to.” The Angel responds.
“Have you people just adopted him now?” Loki asks the two headmasters of the group, and they both look at each other.
“Firstly, we don't "adopt"–” Stark got interrupted mid his sentence, as the angel presented himself.
“I am the Angel Ediel.” His words give a glimpse in space, and time, and everyone questions their sanity for a second, they could swear they saw something changing. Ediel is as bright as the sun when he grins at his sister.
“Did you guys see that?” Asks Thor as he walks through the door.
“See what?” You question, not knowing what he's talking about.
“I- the thing̛̱͙̟̪̣̠̓̒͑̽–” Thor looks around, then something stops while they're all still looking at the angel.
Until everything stops, Thor enters the room again and repeats the same question.
“Did you guys see that?” The god asks.
“See what?” You question him.
“I don't remember…” Thor looks down, confused, a finger on his chin as he wonders. They all look at each other now and Tony points at you.
“Just don't kill each other while you're here, he may be good for us, it's always safe to be in the presence of an angel.”
“I actually feel much safer indeed.” Steve expresses and you roll your eyes. Loki knew you had nowhere to hide now.
“Why do you hate him?” Loki asks you.
“Don't you also hate your brother? I have my reasons.” You snap and try to run away once more, until Tony gets ahold of your arm.
“Calm down now hocus pocus, what is it that you have to say? We have the right to know, what if it's something dangerous?”
“Why is everyone so stuck in this? I have the right to not say anything if I don't want to.”
“I don't see what's wrong either,” Ediel says, defending you. “My sister should feel free to walk away just as she wants to.”
“He seems nice. Just a bit off-putting.” Thor brings up watching the other blond.
“Now you know what you're like.” Loki bickers with Thor. And they share a look close to a childlike war.
“Ediel is a fallen angel,” You tell the group with a quiet tone, wanting nothing more than to go away. “Anything—anyone, that falls out of Heaven must be an evil entity, a fraud, a sinner–”
“If that were true, that'd appeal to you,” Ediel says. “This is everything demons admire. If the accusations were truthful, you'd have no reason to hate me.” The avengers could sense how little you felt close to the golden angel.
“They don't know you. They don't know us. Stay out of my way.” You point to your brother and walk out.
“Do you want to explain the whole 'sister' thing?” Loki casually brings up the topic as Ediel keeps a watch on your way out. “She doesn't seem to cooperate, so who knows, you might actually be useful.” He says to the angel.
Ediel feels bashful before speaking, “It's actually fairly simple,” he says your name and proceeds to talk about you. “She is related to Satan himself, raised by Him, and unfortunately so am I, now.” He says feeling his heart ache with shame.
“However that's not a reason for any of you to hate me, or mistrust me,” he quickly explains as their eyes wander around. “I stay in a different position, I'm never in Hell and I've never been close to it, I stay on the surface nearby Earth. I'm more of an actual fallen angel, I'm a guardian, a protector. A savior.”
Loki rolls his eyes in annoyance, “That's what your sister claimed too, when I first met her. I've heard enough.” He tells them and moves somewhere else too, Thor follows him with a sheepish expression.
“I am a being created by God,” Ediel says to the others. “He loves me, as he does to you all, but unfortunately I'm too close to Satan here. Too close, unfortunately, to be mistaken with a demon. I'm just grateful to know my truth, and I'll keep my guard upon us, against the evil that is the demon that inhabits here.”
Everyone looks convinced that this angel won't go away. But Tony needed to state some things.
“Right, cherub, we don't need help. Demoness is not a terrifying or evil entity, she's been cooperating, and at the exact moment she decides to misbehave, the authorities–” Tony gives a dramatic pause to make sure his point comes across. “will deal with her. Earth authorities, the law. We're not afraid of your evil little friend. You can stay calm.”
“It's still an obligation that I have to stay present and keep a watch.”
“That makes me quite uncomfortable,” Steve says. “What do you mean by keeping a watch?”
“Nothing frightful, human, I promise you. I'll stay here to ensure everyone's safety, and I'll make sure to be a good spirit to all, I'm the bringer of God's words and great spirit.” He gives everyone a bright smile again.
Translations: In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti = In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Tu es qui jaces in Coelis, gratia plena =Thou who art lies in Heaven, full of Grace.
In omnibus nobis omnia praesens, omnium salvator = He is present to all of us, the savior of all.
Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in Terra = Thy kingdom come. Thy wish will be done, as it is in Heaven and on Earth.
Kom for meg, min lille djevel = Come for me, my little devil.
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Umm hi! 🥺 I really really really adore and love all of your writing until now, seriously 💕 I've always wanted to request something to you but I don't have the courage to do it, but now I have (a little) 😳
I'm sorry if this bothers you or you feel like the prompt that I chose makes you feel uncomfortable, but... I would like to request a scenario or headcanons of Charlotte Katakuri with his S/O, where S/O's ex is trying to get S/O back but using a bad method (toxic/bad/dangerous/uncomfortable method), also the ex is trying to keep it hidden from Katakuri himself.
I've been through this before and it felt incredibly bad... If you feel uncomfortable because it's too much, you could change the prompt to a safer one ✨ I don't know how to thank you anymore, because you're amazing and magnificent 🥺 Please keep up the good work! 💕
Warnings: GN!reader, GN!ex, slight language, harassing, toxic relationship, threats
Word Count: 962
Hi there, I’m so, so sorry this took so long to get out, I’ve only just recently gotten out of a bad relationship and can finally find the time, energy, and lack of paranoia to write. I hope you like this. I’m sorry you’ve gone through this, I sincerely hope you’re doing alright.
Sitting in your bedroom, you had your knees pulled up to your chest, your ex kept trying to contact you, trying to get back with you. You didn’t even know why they wanted you back, just that they did. Except it wasn’t exactly going well, for them or you. Everything from ‘loving’ calls and mail to berating you and telling you no one else would ever be able to love you, sending weird, awkward, or inappropriate gifts, unwarranted flirting, and borderline stalking. There’d been numerous times where you’d bring Katakuri along with you, hoping that if your ex tried to pull something, Katakuri would step in, but they never tried anything when Kata was around, they were the model of an ex just trying to be friends. The gifts were never labeled as from them, so you couldn’t technically prove that the gifts were from them, but you knew how they were, you knew the gifts could only be from one person. You hadn’t told Katakuri yet, you didn’t want to risk him not believing you. Part of you knew that he’d believe you no matter what, but another part of you was worried. Closing your eyes, you took a shaky breath, you needed to calm down, it would be okay, your ex would give up eventually, right? A large hand on your shoulder had you damn near jumping out of your skin, eyes looking around wildly only to find a rather concerned looking Katakuri kneeling in front of you.
“K-Kata, what, you’re home early.” you said, voice shaking, despite your best efforts.
“Why are you sitting in the corner like this?” he asked, ignoring your statement, worried about what was wrong.
“I… it’s…” you swallowed hard. Should you tell him what was going on? This was Katakuri, he’d understand, the biggest things he’d be upset about is that you didn’t tell him sooner and that your ex was harassing you. Closing your eyes once more, you took another deep breath.
“It’s my ex, the one you’ve seen around, trying to be friends with me… they… they want to get back together but they won’t leave me alone. I’ve told them it’s not happening, but they just.” the tears started to stream down your cheeks as everything began to pour out. The insecurities that they’d planted, the fears that kept you up at night, the stress that kept you from relaxing and enjoying yourself; everything that you’d bottled away spilled out as Katakuri held you close, your tears soaking his vest.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I could have helped you. Stayed with you more, protected you. Few people would question why you stayed so close by my side and those who did would understand.” he whispered, stroking your hair as you sobbed.
“I-I didn’t, you were, it’s my problem. I didn’t want to worry you or bother you.” you said between sobs.
“No, it’s not your problem, it’s our problem. The moment they started bothering you, it became my problem too. I want to be there for you always, you’ll never be a bother.” he whispered, shifting so that you were sitting in his lap, “I’ll always protect you, no matter what.”
The next day Katakuri was by your side, answering any calls and opening any unlabeled packages. When you exited the house, he was close by your side, clearly a little more on edge as he kept an eye out for anything that might ‘harm’ you, your ex in particular.
Looking at your ex, you scooted closer to Katakuri, his arm wrapping around you protectively.
“It looks like you’ve got quite the guard dog, haha, sorry Katakuri, just a little friendly teasing.” they said, smiling at him. You knew the implications though, they were berating you for ‘hiding’ behind Katakuri, for not ‘fighting your own battles’. They were belittling you and calling you a coward.
“It’s fine.” Katakuri growled, glaring at your ex, “you’re not entirely wrong, a person should protect their loved ones. Instead of berating them or being an ass.” Katakuri said, his meaning quite clear.
“Of course, of course. I didn’t mean anything by it. A person should protect what’s theirs and even find a way to take it back if it was taken from them.” your ex said, still giving a fake smile, meaning still clear but acting as if it was just conversation.
“Unless we’re talking about people, a person isn’t a possession, they’re free to make their own decisions and leave if necessary.” Katakuri bit back. How had he not noticed the things your ex said before? The double meanings, the thinly veiled blows to your confidence, everything that your ex was saying, things Katakuri had missed. He was more perceptive than anyone else, he noticed things when nobody else did, saw things nobody else saw, yet he hadn’t noticed that.
“You’re uptight today, Katakuri, did something happen?” your ex asked, trying to turn this around on Katakuri like he’d always done with you.
“You could say that, I found out just recently that someone is bothering someone I love. It tends to put me in a bad mood. I’d do anything for the people I care about, so this person’s days might be numbered.” Katakuri said, his glare hardening even further, your ex shrinking back.
“Hahaha, yeah, I get it. Listen, I’ve uh, got to go, I’ll see you later Y/n.” your ex said, quickly running off. You smiled up at Katakuri, nuzzling into him.
“Thank you Kata, I love you.” you whispered, happy to have him by your side. Not just because he was protecting you, but because you loved him and he looked out for you, because he loved you and wouldn’t let any harm come to you.
I hope you like it, it's the first thing I've written in months and am a little 'off beat'.
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Flower crowns
Summary: Elle and Reader have a picnic date on a warm summer day.
Pairing: Elle Greenaway x Gender Neutral Reader.
Genre: Fluff.
Category: Oneshot.
Warnings: I dont think there are any except for mention of food, and kissing.
If you hadn't been dragged out of bed by your girlfriend today, then you were sure this day would've sucked. You had honestly just planned to lay in bed all day and sleep the day away, but Elle had other plans for you. She had packed a wooden basket, and had made herself look presentable today. She had encouraged you to go with her and had helped you pick out an outfit. Elle hadn't told you about her plans, which of course made you surprised when she all of a sudden woke you up on your day off.
The sun had been shining bright ever since you woke up. The window in you bedroom had been open all night due to the hot weather this summer. You had pushed your quilt aside and slept in just your pjamas.
But now it was day, and it was going great. Elle had taken you to a nearby park and laid out a soft blanket for you both to sit on. She had made a whole bunch of food and brought water. The park was blossoming. It was clear to everyone who would pass by. All kinds of flowers were growing on bushes and the ground. Trees were tall and a bright light green. Birds were jumping on the branches and flying between the trees, singing and communicating. There was also the sounds of cars passing by and the noise of other people in the park. Young boys playing soccer, families having a family day, people walking their dogs and girls running around the playgrounds. Fresh berries of all kinds of colors were growing on the bushes aswell.
Elle had found a perfect spot by the shadows so you could enjoy the warmth but still get cooled off. You sat between Elle's legs as you laid your legs flat infront of you, letting them get some of the warm sun on them. You rested your head on her chest, feeling her chest go up and down every time she took a breath. Her soft hands had been resting around you, sitting on your belly, while she rested her head on your shoulder. You had your own hands on her aswell. You were both full, and were just enjoying the beautiful weather, and each others company. People watching might sound weird and creepy but it is something interesting. Just watching other people living their life and living out this day that you all share is so interesting. How different humans react to things and act.
But then Elle's hands left yours, and at first you thought she just needed to fix her hair or get some water. But her hands weren't returning back to you, so you turned your head so you could see her better. Elle felt your head move on her, so she looked back to you. "What are you doing?" You asked her, when you saw that she was picking daisies nearby. She smiled softly at you, before turning her attention back on picking the flowers. You sat up a little, still leaning against your girlfriend. "I'm picking flowers" She stated. Then a small breeze brushed against your skin, cooling both of you down a little. You saw how her hair was gently pushed by the wind.
She now had a handful of daisies in her hands. She laid them out infront of you both and grabbed one the flowers. She then plucked off the stilk from one of the flowers, and that's when you caught on. You were still sitting in between her legs, leaning yourself up against her. You just decided to rest yourself in her embrace, closing your eyes. You really appreciated what Elle had done for both of you. She had made all this food for both of you. You didn't even know when she had done that. Either she had stayed up late or woke up early. Honestly, you were clueless at that part, but no matter what the answer was you enjoyed all of it. Elle's long hair would brush up against your shoulders and neck every now and then, when she moved slightly. You then felt something soft but slightly sticky touch the top of your head. You opened your eyes, your hands immediately jumping to touch the thing your head. You felt immediately what is was, but to make sure, you took it off, to see it infront of you. Elle had made a flower crown. Well, you knew that. You saw her starting to make it, but you didn't know it was for you. You sat up on your knees infront of her, facing her. She smiled at you, as her hands laid around your waist. You took the flower crown on again, and modeled for her. "You made this for me?" You asked genuinely happy and curious. She nodded and giggled lightly at you. "Yes" She nodded.
You sat down in between her legs again, and began picking your own flowers. "What are you doing?" She asked, caressing your arms. "Im making you one. So we can match" You turned to kiss her cheek, before going back to business.
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Don't You Want Me, Baby?
PART FIVE
Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Six
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader, Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Summary: Somewhere in the middle of high school chaos, you have managed to lead a peaceful existence. When a new boy arrives in Hawkins, life in general and the relationship between you and your best friend, Eddie, are thrown off balance. The stranger is obnoxious, and aggressive, and demands all the attention. Your attempts to ignore him soon prove to be unsuccessful.
Warnings: 16+, mild bullying, mentions of alcohol, smoking and drugs…
A/N: Oh boy, it's been a week since I impulsively started writing this fanfic. It has been a way of getting back on track with writing, something I missed doing for a long time now. As I started it, I was more focused on the Billy idea, but now, along the way of typing some stuff down, I became more interested in exploring the relationship with Eddie as well. I'm just going with the flow, not wanting to restrict myself too much as I am rediscovering something I like to do, and being a complete sucker for both of the characters... All I hope is that it will somehow make sense and that some of you happen to like this slow-burn story, as I do. Please, don't hesitate to leave some feedback or suggestions. I would love to hear from you guys. Lots of love xxx
From the hallway, you can already hear the animated voices of the Hellfire boys in the drama room. The sound of it just offers you a feeling of comfort. You are hesitant to go in as you need a moment to think about what has just happened. You are totally confused, irritated, and downright offended by Billy's behavior. His annoying questions, his smug look, and his downright dirty remarks riddle through your mind. Everything that comes out of his mouth has the sole purpose of getting under the skin of the person for whom it is intended. You just know it. That is always his intention. Just because he can, and because he enjoys it. And the worst thing about it is that it works. In addition, you are also left with many questions. Why was he at school? On a Friday night? And alone? And above all, how come he was alone on a Friday night? That in itself is weird. He doesn't seem to be the kind of boy who spends his evenings off by himself. This guy is nesting himself in your head, and you’re letting him.
Suddenly, the door slams open. Eddie is stopped in his tracks when he sees you standing in front of him. Your gaze shoots upward, to his. “(Y/N)!? Where the hell have you been?” he asks with a tone of genuine concern in his voice. You didn’t realize it has been taking you so long. You immediately decide it's better not to tell him about Billy. “S-sorry, my dad was acting difficult," you stammer. "You know how he can be sometimes."
Eddie frowns at your explanation. He knows your dad. He has a peculiar personality, to say the least, but holding you back from going out to share his thoughts and displeasure with your actions, just seems out of character for him.
His eyes reveal that he doesn't believe you.
“It’s just stupid,” You laugh, trying to smooth things over.
You thought of yourself as a better actor, but you didn't have enough time to come up with a proper scenario.
"Whatever... Let's just start the game," he says slowly and suspiciously while making way for you to enter the classroom.
Before he can say another word, you enter the room, going under Eddie’s arm as he holds the door open.
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The rest of the night, you guys spend playing D&D. It is amusing for you to see how the others are absorbed in the game. It’s not that easy to jump in on this activity that they are so familiar with, but you don’t care too much about that. You just enjoy the evening. Despite the suspicious looks Eddie keeps giving you from time to time, that is. It surprises you how seriously he appears to be taking this. Clearly, he is not going to let this go by quietly. In between your attempts to avoid his stares, you try to think of how you will have to explain the situation to him further. He's obviously not going to let it pass in silence. Lying to Eddie fills you with guilt, but you try to appease yourself with the idea that you simply didn't have time to think it through earlier this evening.
After the game, the youngest group members decide to bike home together. The rest also drop off after half an hour. You are left alone with Eddie cleaning up the last things. Naturally, you begin to help.
"Sooo," Eddie begins. You spontaneously laugh at the way he wants to bring the conversation back up. He turns to you.
“Sooo,” You drag on.
He cocks his head to the side in an expectant manner, looking only half as intimidating as he is trying to be. You mimic his actions. He looks rather pretty in this light, and it shows how his features have become more manly. Yet his eyes will never not resemble those of a lost puppy.
“Okay… you have to promise me you’ll stay calm as I tell you what has happened.”
He sighs, “I promise I’ll try…”
You smile and decide to be satisfied with his compromise.
“I ran into Billy Hargrove in the parking lot.”
Eddie knits his brows. “What was he –“
“Beats me...”
“Right, go on…”
You start rattling on: “Well, he started talking to me, asking me what I was doing at school, wanting to know if I was meeting up with you, and then he said some offensive stuff about you, and me, and I just decided it was better to walk away, so I did, and then I came here, and yeah…”
Various emotions mingled on Eddie’s face. But it is one of confusion that predominantly takes the stage.
“What did he say about me, and you?”
His glare intensifies, and your eyes shift around the room in response.
“Okay… Uhm… He said you look like a cheap Van Halen,-“ Eddie interrupts you with a resentful scoff,
“And uhm… then he made like a really vulgar comment about you having sex with me or whatever, and-“
“Be more specific, (y/n)!”
You clear your throat before continuing. "He said that you aren't fucking me right and that I probably don't know any better… stuff like that…”
"He what!?" At this point, Eddie has reached his boiling point. He paces in short motions in front of you.
“Eddie, please,” You step closer to him and put your hand on his shoulder. He stopped pacing and turns to you abruptly. Your hand drops again. “How dare he make such comments to you?” His eyes soften again, but anger lingers. “You know… He is a cheap bastard for insulting me (y/n), but he is a downright dirty creep for saying such things to you. What's wrong with him?” Eddie’s eyes have just gotten a gloss of anger.
You know he’s right, but Billy’s comments actually didn’t get to you in that way. They are just cheap, dumb attempts to provoke you.
“He doesn’t even know us… And even he would, it’s still fucked up. He can’t talk to you that way.”
Although you know Eddie to be a decent guy, you are still taken aback by how he is especially angry about Billy's transgressive behavior toward you. Rather than about the insults toward himself.
“I told him you’re doing all right.”
The anger turns into genuine surprise within a heartbeat. His eyes have never appeared wider. You just stand there, awaiting a follow-up reaction, but before you know it you burst out into laughter.
It takes only a few seconds for Eddie to reciprocate.
After you regain your breath, he asks, "Why did you even say that?"
"I couldn't stand his smugness, and how he talked about you like that, and also how he insinuated that he would do so much better.
Eddie shakes his head as he smiles.
"He's just such a jerk."
You let out another small chuckle.
“Can we please just go to your place, smoke some, and laugh about this whole thing?” You beg him.
Now he lets out another chuckle, as he brings up his eyes to meet yours. He nods his head in the direction of the door.
“Let’s get out of here!” He says.
As you walk next to him, to the school’s exit, he wraps his arm around your shoulder.
Outside, you unlock your bike again and manage to put it into Eddie’s van. Seconds later, you are driving off.
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New life: Thomas Hewitt x gn reader part three
Part two is here. Part four is here So don’t expect like a lot of angst from me because I don’t really like hard core angst. Also I might be adding Otis Driftwood to the list of characters I write for soon. It’s always pinned in my bio if you wanna send in any requests. Anyway I hope you enjoy.
Warnings: Murder, violence, blood, maybe Stockholm Syndrome
It’s your third day here now. Hoyt just brought home a couple with him.Thomas quickly locked you in his room. You heard screaming coming from two different places but now there’s only one. You’re pretty sure it’s the woman. You cover your ears and try to think of anything but this. Thomas is so sweet, how could he do this? He’s been nothing but kind to you. Sure his family have been kind of assholes but they haven’t hurt you. You look out the window at the empty field of yellow grass. You wonder if you could jump down now and run. But something inside tells you to stay. Something about Tommy. Something makes you want to stay with him. ‘Pity, it has to be pity.’ you convince yourself. Soon you hear heavy footsteps and the screaming is gone.
You wipe sweat from your forehead and walk over to the door. You press your ear against it and you don’t hear anything. You sigh and look for anything to do in here. You still need to take a bath, you’ve been meaning to ask Thomas about that. You go over to his desk and open the one drawer on it. You didn’t mean to snoop you just needed something to do so you didn’t bang your head against the wall. You find some photos in there. You pick them up and see a little boy on the first one. Something looks wrong with his skin. It has these weird sploches on it. You look at the next one and it’s the same kid but older. Luda Mae is there with him. He’s wearing something on his face now, covering the bottom of it. You look at the final picture and all you can see its the body of a boy. The face is burned out of the picture. You know it must be Thomas in those pictures. He must wear the mask because of a skin condition. You put them back and shut the drawer. You hear footsteps coming up the stairs and the sound of the door unlocking and opening. Tommy walks inside, his hands and apron covered in blood. You focus on his face, looking into his beautiful brown eyes.
“Hey Tommy. Is there anyway I can maybe take a bath?” You ask. He nods and wipes his hands off on his apron. He goes to the dresser, grabs a new pair of clothes for you and grabs your hand. He leads you downstairs to a bathroom with a bathtub in it. Before you just used the one upstairs that didn’t have a tub. He lets go of your hand and turns on the water. He sets the clothes in the sink and grabs you a towel. He hands it to you. “Thank you. Can I bathe alone?” He nods again and leaves, shutting the door behind him. You feel the water and shut it off. The tub looks like it was once white. The water doesn’t look too good either. You push that aside and take off your clothes, careful of the bruises still healing. You get in the water and wash off all the dirt and blood you’ve garnered over these few days. You grab some soap and start to rub down your body. It feels so good to finally be able to clean yourself. You wet your hair and start to scrub it down too. You know it won’t compare to shampoo but it’s what you’ve got. The water grows darker as you continue to wash off. Eventually you get out of the tub and dry off. The towel feels harsh on your skin but again you don’t care, you finally feel clean. You look at the clothes Tommy got for you. A tank top and some long bell bottoms. You put them on and the bell bottoms go past your feet. You sigh and roll them up you take your dirty clothes and go back to Tommy’s room. You put them in his clothing hamper and go back downstairs. You’re tempted to go back out on the porch but you really don’t want Thomas to think you’re trying to escape again. You settle on going into another room downstairs. You open it up and find something that looks like an office. You scan around the bookshelves trying to see if there’s anything you can read. After a lot of looking you find nothing.
You go back out to the kitchen and you find Luda Mae with a bowl full of meat and a meat grinder on the table. You’re about to leave when she spots you. “Y/N can you help me with grinding up some of this meat?” She asks. You nod and walk in. You look in the bowl and you can’t really tell what kind of meat it is.
“What are we making Momma?” You ask picking some up and putting it in the grinder.
“We got some deer meat from one of our traps out back, this will make it easier to store.” A wave of relief washes over you and you start to grind it up, the meat falling out into the bowl. You keep grinding the meat and decide to try and talk with the woman you’re going to be living with. “How long have you lived here Momma?” You ask adding more meat.
“Well our family’s been living here for a very long time. I think way back in 1867 is when my family first got here. We’ve been living in this small town since. The town has died out but we’re not gonna abandon our home.” You nod and keep grinding.
“So is Thomas and Hoyt your sons?”
“Yes, Monty is my brother. I’m so glad Tommy has someone closer to his age now. He’s been so lonely since he was a boy.”
“Why does he wear that mask Momma?” She pauses for a moment. The only noise coming from the grinding you’re doing.
“Thomas was born with a skin condition, it’s gotten real bad. Poor boy’s starten to lose his nose too.” You frown. Poor Tommy.
The day drags on and on until night comes after dinner Thomas takes you into the living room with his family. The tv’s on so you assume that’s why you’re there. He sits on the couch with Hoyt and Luda, Monty is on a seperate chair. There isn’t any room left for you on the couch. You consider sitting on his lap but you quickly overrule that. You sit down at his feet in between his legs. You feel one of his hands go to rest on your shoulder. You really do feel like his pet now.
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Remind me | Nash Gold Jr. part 2 of Afterglow
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 7.600
Genre: Romance | Comedy | Slice of Life | Drama
Summary: It doesn’t take Nash long to change your mind, but he just might come to regret it. Or maybe not.
Notes: I wanted to post this on Nash’s birthday on 4th of July, but I didn’t have enough time to edit and post it, so it’s two days late, but better late than never, huh? It can be considered as a sequel to Afterglow and I hope you’ll enjoy it like I did writing. Also I just gotta say that I love Spot so much in this fic asdfghjkl
Your heart flutters at the message you just received. A wide smile spreads across your lips before you shut it and place the phone back on the counter. Music streams from your laptop on the dining table making you hum along.
Eyes falling on Spot, you hopped to his side before you squatted down and cupped his head in your palms, caressing him. Leaning down you pressed a kiss on top of his head, his dark eyes watching you in, what seemed like, confusion, and without saying a word, you jumped on your feet and hopped back to the stove, where you were making pancakes.
It wasn't long until your phone rang, certainly a messenger ringtone heard throughout the kitchen that only made your smile wider.
"Hey there, girl," Kathy is grinning from ear to ear only to raise an eyebrow when you laugh. "Okay, something's up. You better tell me or I'm leaving everything and I'm coming to you." She threatens and it only makes you laugh louder.
"It's nothing." You say and place the phone on the counter so she could still see you.
"Now that's a lie and we both know it."
You hum more to yourself before you look at Spot, who stands up and leaves the house. Your heart flutters, eyes immediately following outside the house.
"Oh my god, he just came, didn't he?"
You feel your cheeks heat up and Kathy laughs as you begin to stutter.
"Okay, lover girl, I get it. I won't disturb you anymore." She says before she bids you goodbye and hangs up.
You leave the kitchen as it is and walk towards the door just in time to hear footsteps, Spot barking and a much too familiar laughter. Your heart skips a beat at the sight that greets you; Spot circling around Nash, who's leaning down, caressing his head, playing with him.
It's then that Nash's eyes focus on you that you feel your knees growing weak. The corners of his lips turn up in a smirk and you approach him halfway, your lips meeting his.
He hums in approval and you're smiling like an idiot as you pull away. But Nash has none of it, because he's wrapping an arm around you to pull you close, his lips pressing against yours once more. Your heart flutters as you hold on to his arms for support to not fall.
"...hey," He whispers against your lips after pecking them one last time.
Your cheeks are burning as you stare into his eyes. “H-hey," you stutter out breathless.
"Sorry for being late. It took me longer than I expected." He says and releases you, but not before locking his fingers with yours.
"Longer?" You repeat with laughter. "You're earlier than I expected." Stepping aside, you began to walk back inside, Nash right beside with Spot already on the doorway.
"Yeah?" He asks and the moment you close the door, he's pulling you against him, his lips on your cheek, trailing over to the corners of your lips, teasing you. "I've missed you." He murmurs and it sends shivers down your spine when you feel his hands roam down your sides. "I couldn't wait for the weekend."
"Nash…" you moan, gasping a second later when he nibbles on your skin just below your ear. You clutch onto his arms, eyes shut as you let yourself be led. "Y-you need a-a shower." you manage to stutter out.
Stilling his movements, Nash pulls away and looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Are you saying I stink?"
"Yes," You laugh at his betrayed expression when he looks at Spot, saying: "Your owner is really weird. Maybe I should take you and bring you to LA instead."
“You're not taking my dog anywhere, mister.”
Nash looks at you, but instead of saying anything, he pulls you closer to him, pressing his lips against yours. You unconsciously close your eyes, letting yourself lose in the moment.
“Take a shower with me.” He murmurs against your lips once he pulls away.
“Mm-no,” you smile and Nash groans. “I need to prepare lunch.”
“It can wait.” He intertwines your fingers, looking directly into your eyes. “Didn’t you hear you must save water?”
You stare at him for a moment before you burst into laughter, Nash mirroring your smile. “I can’t believe these words are falling from your mouth.” you say and shake your head. “You’re unbelievable.”
“But you love me nonetheless.”
It feels like time stopped the moment he said those words. Your eyes widen and Nash suddenly appears to be like a deer caught in headlights only for your expression to soften. You squeeze his hand and pull him closer to you. You’re looking into his eyes before you move your gaze onto his lips, your fingers caressing his cheek. Your eyes catch his and you notice a bright shade of red covering his cheeks and the tip of his nose.
“I guess I really do.”
Nash is lying beside you in your bed, his arm beneath your head. You're sleeping peacefully and a small smile spreads across his lips. He reaches out his hand and traces finger down your cheek, his smile growing when you narrow your eyebrows. He wants to leave you to sleep, he really does, but he's kissing you on the lips, whispering; "Good evening" and you smile I return.
You hum instead, inching closer for a second kiss that Nash doesn't hesitate to give you. Opening your eyes, you look at him and the first thing you notice is his dishevelled hair. You reach up and comb it through with your fingers, sighing along.
"Your hair's a mess." You murmur more to yourself, but he laughs.
His laughter is rather silent, but it makes you feel butterflies nonetheless. He's wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer and suddenly you wonder where Spot is only for your attention to be short because Nash is already towering over and showering you with kisses.
"I love you…" He whispers and you're melting into his touch because you do as well. Because you've never felt like this for anyone before.
It's early in the morning when you're the first to wake up. Nash is sleeping beside you and Spot is on his usual place by your feet, when he raises his head and looks at you. You sit up and caress his head with a smile before you stand from bed. Stretching your arms and rising on your toes, you manage to conceal a squeal that threatens to spill through your lips. You lean down to pick up shorts from the ground and put on slippers as you leave the bedroom. You look at Nash once more before you close the door.
You prepare some coffee and check the messages on your phone, laughing when you see one from Kathy, asking if you survived the day while one was from Sara with a simple message that she sent you another package.
You can't wait for the package to arrive, knowing it's going to take a while. Leaving the house, you sit down on a swing on your porch, Spot right by your feet. You smile and caress his head, watching as he jumps up and lays down with head on your lap. He sighs and you chuckle, taking a sip of your coffee as the sun slowly rises. There are clouds in the sky, surrounding the sun, yet not covering it.
A chill runs down your spine, when a slightly colder wind blows. You look at the time on your hand-watch before you lean your head back and sigh as you close your eyes. You still have some time before you start preparing breakfast.
Not long after, a smile breaks on your lips when you hear footsteps and feel Spot raising his head and wagging his tail. Arms wrap around you from behind, the warmth embracing you completely.
“Why is it that every time I wake up, you’re not by my side?”
His voice is still filled with sleep, but he’s certainly awake.
You hum and lean back, looking at Nash, who seems to be slightly pouting. A chuckle escapes you as you hold onto his arms, smiling even wider. “’M sorry. I’m not used to sleeping in anymore. You can blame me for moving here to this place.” You look forward towards the forest and see birds flying amid the mist. “It’s so beautiful here that I can’t sleep anymore.”
“It truly is refreshing.” Nash agrees before he releases you and walks around to sit beside you. He pulls you into his lap, Spot making his place on the ground instead. “But I’d prefer it if you wake me up next time.” He says, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.
His gesture makes you laugh. “You must be tired. I can’t do that.”
“I don’t care.” He shakes his head. “I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”
Silence lingers in the air and you feel his embrace tighten just a bit.
“Come with me…” he whispers, kissing your shoulder.
Closing your eyes, you let out a silent sigh. You feared this.
“Over the weekend. You don’t have to stay with me through the week. I just want you to come to one of my games. I want you to see me play.”
“But I did.” You laugh, turning around to cup his face. “Although I did before I moved here, I did. You’re an amazing player.” You kiss the top of his nose, brushing away the hair that covers his eyes.
Nash snorts and looks towards the forest. “Why can’t I change your mind?”
“Because I’m stubborn like a bull.”
He throws his head back laughing. “And how can I get through this bull that’s so stubborn?”
“You can’t.” you grin.
“Oh, I’ll find a way.” He says.
You know he’s as stubborn as you, if not more. Your grin turns into a fond smile and you pull away just enough to turn and wrap your arms around his neck.
“Let’s just stay like this for a while.” You whisper and Nash tightens his embrace, saying nothing.
Both of you observe the sky turning brighter, until the sun is higher in the sky and the birds are livelier than at night. It’s warmer to stay outside and you don’t want to move from your spot, but you’re starting to feel hungry.
“We should eat something.” It’s Nash, who breaks the silence first.
You half groan, half whine, but pull away with reluctance. Nash laughs at your pout and caresses your cheek, looking at you like you’re the most precious in the world.
“What do you want to eat?” he asks and you raise an eyebrow, saying: “Are you gonna prepare breakfast?”
He hums and grins. “Nah, actually I found this perfect diner in the town. Wanna grab some pancakes?”
You stare at him for a moment before you burst into laughter. “Pancakes? Seriously?”
“Why not?” he shrugs as you both stand from the swing. “You need to go to the town more. You can’t stay here every day. Go among us humble humans.”
You roll with your eyes, but hold his hand when he reaches out. “All right, all right.” You cave in, Spot walking right in front of you. “I haven’t been in town in a long time either way.”
“See? Another reason for you to go.” Nash raises your hand and kisses the top of your knuckles without breaking eye contact. You feel your cheeks burn, but don’t avert your gaze elsewhere.
“Are you gonna drive?” you ask as you both walk inside.
“You don’t exactly have a car, do you?” he asks back and you laugh.
“Aren’t you afraid they’ll recognise you?” You tilt head forward, catching his gaze.
“It’s fine.” He says and just when you reach the bedroom and you walk in front of him, releasing his hand, only for him to grab your wrist and turn you around. Your eyes widen and just when you want to ask him what’s wrong, he kisses you.
A smile soon forms on your lips, giving you away and you can’t help but tease him. “Maybe you’re hungry for something else and not pancakes.”
Nash stares at you before he scoops you from the floor and throws you on bed. You yelp, before you burst into laughter as he takes off his shirt. He’s reaching forward for your pyjama pants that he pulls off swiftly. Your underwear is gone before you can blink and you feel your cheeks heat up when he looks at you like a man starving for days.
“Pancakes can wait.” Is everything he says before he leans down and kisses you on the lips as his hands part your legs.
“You’re really bad for me.” You hear yourself say.
Nash is drawing small circles on your shoulder, kissing the crown of your head. You can feel him smile. “And you for me.” He admits and it makes you smile as well.
There’s a moment of silence before you sigh. “There go our pancakes.” You murmur, but Nash laughs. “I feel like I’m spending more time in bed than outside when you’re here.” You pout with a smile.
“I can always go back to LA.” Nash says and you know he’s teasing you.
You remain quiet for a moment before you say; “Then I’ll just come with you.”
It feels like time has stopped. Yet before you know it, you’re lying beneath and Nash is hovering over you, looking you directly into your eyes. His own are wide open and there’s a twinkle in them that you can’t miss and your smile widens.
“Seriously?”
“For the weekend only.” You say.
You expect him trying to change your mind for a longer time, but he’s kissing you all over your face, making you laugh as he embraces you in a tight hug. He doesn’t let you go and he even lets Spot lie between you.
Suddenly he’s pulling away, frowning, as he looks at you. “What made you change your mind?” he asks, feeling too good to be true. “What did I do?”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Nothing.” You answer and cup his face. “I was thinking of visiting Los Angeles again now that I know the way around here. I was just … waiting for the right chance, or how should I say.”
“Okay,” Nash nods and lays back beside you, pulling you into his arms. He takes a deep breath. “I’ll take that too.”
“You really wanted me to get to Los Angeles, huh?” You look up at him.
“If it were my way, I’d show you to the whole world.”
His words surprise you, but something stirs inside of you. You can’t explain the feeling, but you feel happy for what he said. Instead of responding, you bury your face into his chest and close your eyes.
Somehow, that idea doesn’t sound that bad.
“Why is it always so hot here?” You groan the moment you step out of Nash’s black Land Rover. Nash only laughs as you reach for the back door and open them, Spot jumping out a second later.
“I take it you’re not that fond of hot weather.” Nash says.
You raise an eyebrow, giving him a look that tells him everything and makes him laugh. “Do I look like I’m fond of heat? I’d rather spend a week inside a cabin by a fireplace while watching snow outside back in Seattle.”
“Now, now,” he’s walking over to you, a wide smile on his lips as he takes your bag from you. “We have a long day ahead. Why don’t we go up, take a shower,” he wraps his free arm around you, pulling you closer, “rest a bit and then go out? I can show you around. I know places.” and kisses the corner of your lips.
“Of course you’d know them.” You look at him. “You know what?” you bite your lower lip, wanting to tease him a bit. “I wanna meet your friend.”
Nash narrows his eyebrows. You know he caught it in a second – your choice of words. “Which one?”
“The one who I saw on the bus station at 4am before I left for Seattle one year ago.”
In a second Nash’s ears turn bright red along with his cheeks, making your eyes wide. “Will you forget that already?” he grumbles as he pulls away, but he looks too adorable for you to stop.
“You asked your friend to follow me, Nash.” You shiver at your own words. “God that just sounded so wrong.” You look at Spot, who’s sitting by your side, looking at you. “And I still don’t get why Spot liked you the moment he saw you.” You mumble more to yourself, but Nash heard you clearly.
“What can I say? Dogs just love me.”
You look at him unamused and he laughs as he holds your free hand while you look at Spot and click with your tongue. Spot immediately follows both of you before he strolls ahead like he already knows where he needs to go.
Only now you decide to look around where you stopped. It’s quite a noisy street in Los Angeles, surrounded by skyscrapers. You spot a couple of people looking your way, moreover at Nash, and you can see the recognition on their faces. You turn back in front at the skyscraper in front of you before you turn to Nash.
“How can you live here?”
He looks at you confused. “I grew up here.” He shrugs. “Well, my parents live in Paradise Cove, in Malibu. I moved to the centre when I joined Jabberwock.”
“That’s nice.” You say and look at Spot, who stopped in front of the door. It’s only then it dawns on you, remembering you read about Paradise Cove and Malibu, wanting to visit it, but due to expensive prices, you couldn’t afford a ticket there.
“Y-you-you, where?” you stutter, looking at Nash.
“What?” he asks and looks at you confused.
“Y-you’re from-from Malibu?”
“Yeah,” he nods. “Didn’t you know that?” he seems surprised.
“I come from a country no one knows, Nash.” You state and he laughs as you walk inside. “That’s not funny.” you frown. “I was, I’m just … I mean, now I get how you can be so rich and all, but shisus, Nash, Malibu? The only Malibu I knew before coming to LA was Malibu drink.”
You walk inside and towards an elevator, where Nash presses a button before he turns to you, saying: “If it makes you feel better, they’re considering moving to Beverly Hills before they sell the house.”
“No,” you shake your head. “That doesn’t make me feel any better. At all.” Nash laughs and you shove him in the shoulder just in time the elevator door opens, revealing a couple. Your eyes widen when you recognize Jason, who seems as surprised to see Nash.
“Yo, aren’t ya comin’ back next week?” Jason asks bewildered and you don’t miss the way the woman looks at Nash, completely awestruck.
You narrow your eyebrows, not liking how she eyes him, until her gaze falls on you. A small smile spreads across her lips before it turns into a smirk. She raises an eyebrow as she tilts head to the side and you can’t help but look away, feeling uncomfortable under her gaze.
“Change of plans.” Nash answers, pulling you closer to his side and only then Jason seems to notice you as well.
“Oh?” the corners of his lips turn into a smirk. He looks back at Nash. “Wanna join us? We’re goin’ out to have some good time.”
“Not this time, so get that idea out of your head.” Nash shakes his head and Jason frowns.
“Ya sure?” he raises an eyebrow. “I’d love to taste something different.”
Suddenly it feels like ice cold in the room. Spot is standing between you and Nash, his eyes glowering on Silver. You feel Nash’s tight hold on you and you look at him. His eyes are focused on Jason alone, but the coldness in them surprises you. You’ve heard many gossips and rumours of his character, yet not once had he looked at you in any other way than with a gaze full of adoration.
“Silver,” Nash says slowly, carefully. Noticing the tension, Silver gulps and lowers his head, the corner of his lips twitching. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you said just now.” He doesn’t move his eyes off him, not for a second.
“Nash,” you tug on his hand. You see him close his eyes before he looks at you, that softness returning. “Let’s go up.” You didn’t want to show him that this new side of him scared you, so you smile. Yet aside from a fear, there’s also a new emotion that stirs inside of you, which makes your knees weak.
“Alright…” he agrees without a second thought as he raises your hand and kisses the top of your knuckles.
You turn to the woman and Jason, who are watching you bewildered at how easily you manage to break Nash’s attention. A smile spreads across your lips, your eyes falling directly on Jason, feeling rather brave beside Nash. You lick your lower lip before you bite it and look at the woman. Suddenly she seems much smaller than before, all the confidence gone.
It’s in that moment that Spot barks, startling both of them, while you and Nash look at him. You laugh and lean down to pat him on the head, saying: “Yes, yes, we’re going inside.” You look at Nash, who’s looking at Jason again.
“When’s the practice?”
Jason blinks, stuttering out an answer; “In t-two days…”
“I’ll see you then.” He nods and looks your way. “Don’t let me hear a bad thing.”
“Y-yeah, got it.”
The couple disappears from the longue. For a moment there's silence before you burst into laughter.
“Why … are you laughing?” Nash asks.
“That was kinda cute.” You admit, grinning. “I think I kinda like this new authority of yours. Made me feel something entirely else.”
“Fear, I believe.” He smirks and you laugh.
“Yes, I admit I felt a bit scared.” You say and Nash’s smirk fades as you step inside the elevator. You can see he feels troubled, so you caress his arm, catching his attention. “But I also felt a bit different.” His eyes catch yours and it’s your turn to look away, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “I can’t explain it, but it felt … good.” you murmur the last word more to yourself.
Before you know it, you’re pressed against the elevator wall, your eyes wide as you look at Nash. You can’t see Spot, but you know he’s behind Nash, sitting or lying you’re not sure, but he’s there. Unable to think about anything else, you focus on Nash, who doesn’t waste time in kissing you.
“I want to ruin you…” he whispers against your lips.
You take in a shaky breath, shuddering at the intense emotions that swarm in his eyes. “I-I don’t mind…” you stutter and before Nash can do anything, the elevator stops, announcing your arrival.
With a peck on your lips, he leans down to grab your bag while you look at Spot, breathless.
“Shit…” you murmur, feeling your knees wobbly as you try to hold onto something, anything.
You follow Nash, eyes focused on his back. He stops at the end of the hallway and the moment you join him, the door is already unlocked and open. He steps aside and lets you and Spot in first. Spot dashes from your side inside and you’re about to call him back, but stop when you feel hands on your hips. You shiver at the tight grip, completely missing the sound of the door closing with the lips against your shoulder, trailing up your neck.
“Nash...” you whisper-call, but he nibbles on your skin, making you moan.
“Welcome to Los Angeles, princess.”
You don’t have time to marvel at the space of his apartment, or should you say penthouse, because he’s already pulling you towards his bedroom, leaving clothes behind.
Staring at the mirror in one of the three bathrooms, your eyes are more focused on a hickey that’s quite visible on your neck. You bite your lower lip as your eyes fall on the second one on your cleavage and then on your collarbone. Wearing nothing but underwear, you put on a bathrobe and leave the bathroom.
Nash is lying in his bed, playing with Spot and at any time before you would melt at the sight, yet the hickeys and marks he left in his wake trouble you more than you dare admit.
“Nash,” you call softly. He looks from Spot at you the same moment you pull the bathrobe to the side and show him hickeys on your collarbone and neck. “What’s this?” you ask.
He narrows his eyebrows, sitting up. “Shouldn’t I have done that?” he asks and you almost give in. Almost.
“I don’t mind, but,” you’re starting to hesitate. “I know we didn’t say anything about boundaries, but I don’t want everyone to know from the start.”
Standing up, he approaches you and tugs a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Then is a non visible place okay?” he leans down, his hand trailing down your sides before it disappears beneath the bathrobe. Your eyes widen when you feel his fingers brushing against your core. “Is here okay?” He isn’t looking away from your eyes when his finger traces right across the clothed slit.
You unconsciously hold onto his arms as you watch the corner of his lips turn into a smirk. You want to tell him off, but you’re unable to for he’s already slipping a finger inside of you. Closing your eyes, you move your hips, grinding on his finger instead.
“Look at you…” he murmurs. “So needy for me.” He kisses you, his other hand cupping your face and you let him.
A moan escapes your lips and Nash uses the chance to deepen it. Just when you feel it growing, coming slowly, Nash pulls away, leaving you hot, bothered and needy. You huff, glaring at him and he dares to laugh when he sees your expression. There’s no doubt your cheeks are flushed.
“I can’t have you getting used to such things so early.” He shakes his head, straightening before he takes his two fingers and licks it clean.
You’re unable to look away, feeling even more bothered that he left you hanging just when it was getting to the good part. Like he could hear your thoughts, the corners of his lips turn into a smirk and you know whatever will say next, won’t be anything smart.
“Maybe if you’ll be good for the rest of the day, I’ll let you lead.”
Raising an eyebrow, you lean on your left foot, arms crossed. “Yeah?” you ask and Nash nods. “And what does it count as being good?”
“Staying by my side the whole time.”
“What if I have to go to the bathroom?”
“That’s fine.”
“Hmm…” you hum and tilt your head to the side. “Why do I have a feeling you’re getting possessive?” You lower your head just enough to look at him from beneath your hair.
“Because I am.” He answers and holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, raising it so he can look clearly into your eyes. “Once you get to know me, I’m a very possessive man, [Name].”
You gulp, holding your breath when he leans closer to you.
“And when I have something within my reach, I don’t let it go so easily.”
When you step out of Nash’s jeep, a rather chilly wind sends a shiver down your spine. You look around and find yourself somewhere downtown in Los Angeles that’s full of people and a store on every step you take.
A hand on your lower back and a breath on your ear as Nash's voice reaches you; “Keep by my side.”
You look into his eyes, which in the evening are rather dark, and you find yourself nodding unconsciously. You tug down the dress you’re wearing, looking down, wondering if you're dressed well. You don’t like wearing dresses, feeling like you’re not yourself, but you wanted to impress Nash and you knew he wouldn’t deny you anything.
“You look beautiful.” Nash says and kisses you on the cheek.
Suddenly it feels so much hotter than usual as it dawns on you. You’re meeting his team; Jabberwock team. From Silver to Shūzo and quite possibly their managers. Although you were prepared for it for a while now, it still makes you nervous, which Nash doesn’t miss.
“I’m here, [Name].” He holds your hand and raises it, kissing your knuckles. He’s looking directly into your eyes as he says it and you feel something grow inside of you.
Walking inside of the club is too easy. Many heads turned towards you, eyes widening when they saw with whom you came. The security left you inside without checking and it’s another realisation that everyone knows of Nash. You’re not sure how to feel about that, everyone knowing him, but you quickly forget when the loud music reaches you.
People are greeting Nash, yet he rarely greets back. It’s not long for a smile to break on his lips and you follow his gaze that falls on a table on a balcony, men calling for him. You recognize Jabberwock team members and you wonder if Shūzo is also there. You spot him a moment later when he leans back before he looks down, directly your way.
Nash tightens his grip on you as he leads you by the dancefloor, up the stairs and towards the VIP room. There’s noise and loud voices coming from inside that only grows when he opens the door. You completely forget about being uncomfortable, because the sight that greets you makes you laugh.
Nick pulls Nash in a headlock the moment he steps inside, messing his hair and Zack and Allen soon join. Silver is sitting with the same woman by his side and there’s no mistake the woman is eyeing you, feeling wary instead.
“I thought you’ll come next week.” Shūzō says before he looks at you and gives you a nod.
You smile, but don’t say anything as Nash speaks; “Change of plans.”
“Does it have to do with this beauty here?” Zack is standing beside you in a second.
A chill runs down your spine when you feel Nash pull you behind him, but it’s Shūzō, who speaks; “Stop it Zack. She’s off the grid for you. Or any of us at this point.”
Zack looks at Nash and raises his hands, grinning from ear to ear. “Chill, Nash. You know we don’t go for the serious ones.”
“You better.” Nash hisses before his eyes fall on Shūzō, who stands up. “[Name], you know our team, so there’s no need for any introductions, right?”
Feeling a bit bolder, you step beside him, eyes focusing on Shūzo as well. “I don’t think I’ve met this one yet.” You know you should back away when Nash grips your hand tighter, but it’s just so fun to tease him. You hear your name being spoken with a hidden threat laced between and Shūzō’s quick to catch onto your plan.
“And neither have I.” he says and you could swear you felt Nash’s hand twitch. “I’m Shūzō.” He reaches out his hand for you to shake it, but Nash has no intention of letting it go.
Raising an eyebrow, you look at him, amused at the situation more than anything. The corner of your lips twitches, yet you warmly smile at the young man standing in front of you.
“Hi, Shūzō.” Your smile only widens as you manage to slip Nash’s hold. You can feel his eyes on your back only for the whole room to fall silent as you embrace Shūzō for a quick hug.
Before Nash can react, you’re already pulling away and wrapping your arms around Nash’s torso, smiling up at him. You can see his eye twitch as he forces a smile.
“Princess,” his voice is so low and almost quiet that you can barely hear him.
“Hm?” you hum, blinking at him like you did nothing wrong. You can hear laughter in the background and Nash glares at them before he sighs and shakes his head. You’re grinning from ear to ear as you rise on your tiptoes and kiss him on the lips, saying; “I’ll be good.”
“You better be.” he hisses through his teeth.
Pulling away, you look at Shūzō, who’s watching you both amused, before you follow Nash and sit between him and Nick. You don’t listen to what they’re talking about, being too immersed in the fact that you’re in one of the clubs in America. You’re looking around, not missing the way the woman, sitting beside Jason, is eyeing you up and down.
“So,” it’s Shūzō, who’s the first to speak louder, catching your attention; “what brought you to LA?”
You look at him and then at Nash, your fingers intertwined. “A bit of change is good every now and then.” you say and Nash raises your hand, kissing the back of your hand.
“Get a room, for fuck’s sake.” Zack curses.
Nash laughs and you feel your cheeks burn. “Don’t worry, we did our share before we came here.”
“Nash!” Your eyes are wide, moving over to cover his mouth, but he’s grinning from ear to ear as his friends burst into laughter, while some only groan in response. “You’re the worst, you know that?” you huff.
“Come on,” he leans over to you. “It’s not like it’s a secret we’re together.”
You narrow your eyebrows in confusion, but don’t say anything on the matter. You quickly find yourself enjoying the time instead, completely forgetting about what you talked about not too long ago. Not sure what you want to drink, you leave it to Nash to choose instead. And you’re not disappointed with what he gives you.
You raise an eyebrow when you hold the glass of cream liquor and look at Nash, who’s watching you. “I’ll be suing you if this isn’t good.”
“Just try it.” he laughs as he takes a sip of whiskey. “I know you’re more into cream liquors than this golden beverage right here.”
“Oh my god, no,” you groan. “Stop talking like that, I beg you.”
You hear Shūzō snicker and you try to look at him, but Nash is holding your chin instead, making you look at him. “I swear one day Imma beat the crap out of him.” He murmurs under his breath.
You blink at what he said before you burst into laughter. Nash’s eye twitches in annoyance. You don’t say anything on that, knowing he would deny his jealousy, so you take a sip of the cream liquor instead. The moment you taste it, your eyes widen. The taste reminds you of something, a mixture of chocolate and mint.
“Good?” Nash asks.
“Very.” You take another sip. “It’s not the best I had back home, but this is good. Too good.”
“Where are you from, though?” Nick speaks, catching your attention.
You glance at Nash, who surprisingly doesn’t do anything, only leans back in his seat with an arm around your waist. “Europe.” You answer, looking back at Nick, whose eyes widen.
“What in your damn right mind made you come here?” Allen asks. “I’d rather stay there than go to this godforsaken land.”
You remain quiet for a moment, wondering how to answer. You feel Nash’s hand gripping you just a bit tighter, knowing it was okay. You hum before you look at Allen and say; “Freedom…” with a smile on your lips.
“You’re crazy, but you have guts, can’t deny that.” Nick says as he takes his glass of liquor and drinks it.
You feel Nash’s arms around you as you stumble over your own feet. The wind outside is rather chilly, which makes you shiver, something that Nash doesn’t miss. He tightens his embrace around you, his cologne completely overwhelms you and you lean closer to his side. Nash chuckles at your action, but doesn’t say anything, except kissing the crown of your head.
A moment later he stops and so do you. You blink as you take in your surroundings. You don’t recognise it immediately until Nash releases you. You see him reach for the door that leads inside the apartment flat. It’s just a split second and you feel like you’re flying.
“Whoops!” you stumble back. Another shiver runs down your spine when you see Nash’s eyes wide, but he’s already holding you. A chuckle escapes your lips.
“I ain’t letting you drink anymore.” Nash says more to himself than to you.
You tilt your head to the side to look into his eyes as your chuckle turns into laughter.
“You’re a happy drunk, ain’t you?” he murmurs amused and you’re grinning from ear to ear. “Come on, let’s get ya in and in bed.”
“Nooo…” you whine, shaking your head.
“Yes,” he nods. “As much as it’s a delight to see you so happy, you’re too drunk to even stand on your own feet.”
“No!” you gasp, feeling rather giddy.
“[Name]…” Nash calls your name in a warning tone.
Your lips form into a pout as you lower your head and look at him from below. Nash’s lip twitches before he helps you walk inside. Your pout only grows.
You let him lead you inside the elevator, which is quiet, until you reach your floor. You stumble over your own feet, but Nash is holding you tight by his side. You can feel the heat of his body, his cologne overflowing your senses when you lean closer to him.
You don’t remember much of what happens next, but you find yourself standing in front of your shared bed. He’s unzipping your dress rather slowly before he slides his hands beneath to push it off your shoulders. He’s leaning closer until you feel his lips on the nape of your neck. You shudder, caught off guard, and he’s taking his sweet time with the other side.
“Nash…” you call him and he hums. “I wanna sleep…” you murmur, turning your head to look at him.
"Yeah, you will," He answers and you think he's about to go further, only to make you feel disappointed when the dress falls off your shoulders and pools beneath your feet before he pulls away.
Your lips form into a pout that makes him laugh.
“What is it?” he asks as he caresses your cheek, looking at your face.
“Nothing…” you murmur and turn your head.
“You thought I’d do something?” he asks and leans forward, his breath tickling your skin.
It sends shivers down your spine. You hesitate with your answer until a breathless; “No,” leaves your lips. You feel more awake than a moment ago, cheeks heating up at the featherless touch.
“No?” he repeats as he places his other hand on your hips. You shudder. “You sure?” His voice is almost too quiet, yet clearly awake you can hear him, feel every exhale of his breath against your skin along with his touch.
You sigh contented when he pulls you against his chest, embracing you instead. His touch is warm, the scent of the ocean overwhelming your senses and you find yourself slowly falling into slumber.
“Let’s sleep…” is all he says before he leads you to the bed and helps you lay beneath the blanket.
Your eyes are already closed, yet you can still hear him shuffling before the bed dips on the other side. His arms wrap themselves around you and any other time you’d feel conscious of you being in nothing but underwear, but in this moment you didn’t care. All you want, and could feel as well, was the warmth, love and care that Nash showers you with kisses as you fall asleep.
Tonight you dream of your small house back in Forks. You hear Spot somewhere outside barking and laughter that echoes. You follow the sound and lean on the doorway, a smile on your lips when you see Nash playing with the dog.
You can feel your eyes burn at the sight, emotions overwhelming you completely. You say nothing when Nash looks at you as he pets Spot, smiling even wider, except you walk their way and embrace him. He’s telling you something, but you can’t hear. You only shake with your head as you bury your face in his shirt, eyes shut as you enjoy his warmth.
When you wake up, it’s dark, but you can see the sun is already high in the sky. You take in a deep breath before you turn, excepting to see Nash, but his side is empty. All the sleepiness you felt just a moment ago is now gone and you’re wide awake. Spot is nowhere seen either, yet you hear silent voices in another room.
“…matter how much you’re looking at me with those eyes, I ain’t giving you. It’s for your owner. You know who your owner is, right?”
There’s silence, yet you can hear a very silent whimper. Curiosity getting the better of you, you stand from bed, only to realise you’re in your underwear. Looking around, you grab the nearest T-shirt and pull it over your head before you tiptoe towards the kitchen.
“No.” Nash says firmly.
You raise an eyebrow as you stop on the doorway into the kitchen, leaning on it as you watch the scene in front of you. Nash’s back is turned towards you and Spot is sitting right beside his feet, his ears up along with his head before he licks his lips, an obvious attempt to make Nash give him whatever he’s preparing.
There’s another whimper that escapes Spot and you’re suppressing the laughter that threatens to escape when Nash sighs.
“I really doubt [Name]’s spoilin’ you so much, but here.” He murmurs as he gives him a piece of bacon. “Don’t beg for more, ‘cause it ain’t gonna work the second time.”
A moment of silence.
“And don’t tell her either.”
You can’t help the laughter that escapes you. Both Nash and Spot turn to face you – Nash with wide eyes and Spot happily rushing to your side. You squat down, hugging the dog, but your eyes don’t leave Nash’s, who visibly gulps.
“So,” you begin, a grin spreading across your lips. “I see you’ve been feeding my dog food when I don’t have my eyes on you.”
“It’s his fault, not mine.” Nash points to Spot only for the latter to bark and nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck. “Ha!” he scoffs.
You laugh at their antics. You pet Spot before you stand and walk over to see what he’s up to. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you lean onto him. Nash leans down and pecks you on the lips that you happily return, beaming at the affection.
“So I don’t know what you like to eat, so I kinda experimented.” He says and you look at the two plates. “Eggs and bacon with toast. I didn’t mess it up.”
You chuckle and take a piece of bacon. “That’s the easiest breakfast to make and if you mess this up then there’s no hope for you.” You can’t help but to tease him.
The tips of his ears are turning red as he coughs. “Ha—well, like I said, I didn’t mess it up.” He repeats and looks at you. “How is it?”
“Good.” You grin from ear to ear and pull away when he holds the plates.
“Coffee’s already out on the balcony.”
“We’re gonna eat on the balcony?” Your expression brightens.
“Every time I visit you back in Forks, you’re eating breakfast on the terrace.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing. You feel your cheeks heat up, realising he pays you more attention than you thought. But at the same time it makes your chest warm.
“You’ve been watching me?” Your voice is quiet, almost a whisper.
Nash blinks before his eyes widen, blush creeping upon his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “N-no!” he stutters, but it’s quite obvious it’s true. “I-I was just … observing. Yeah, I was just observing and whenever I woke up alone you were always outside on the terrace, drinking coffee or tea or just stand there, watching the forest—”
You step closer to him, eyes looking at him. He’s rambling and you can see he’s embarrassed that he can’t stop either, so you cup his face in your hands and kiss him. He stills completely before his shoulders soften. His hands fall on your waist when you pull away. Eyes closed, he leans his forehead on yours, a smile spreading across your lips.
“I-I don’t mind you watching me.” You admit, cheeks growing hotter, knowing he could take this the wrong way. Yet for some reason you didn’t mind.
Nash’s eyes focused on you and you noticed his pupils dilated. Gulping, you try to pull away, but he’s wrapping his arm around you, pulling you even closer.
“Now I hope you won’t go back on your word, ‘cause we have so much more time to spend together before you go back.”
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Sam Wilson x Friend!Reader, Zemo x Reader, Bucky x Reader
Part 1
By : @pusantheamazonian
beta'd: @2cciberrylee
Standing at the top of the jet’s stairs, heavy bags in his hands. An irritated Bucky glances back at Sam.
"She's a kid. How is she going to help?" Growling the question out.
"We could use another set of eyes on Zemo. Besides, I've had her on a job before." Sam informs firmly.
Bucky enters the jet ignoring Zemo, sitting at the back. He throws the bags at the closest seat possible. "So in the process, we're going to make her a wanted criminal too. Good plan Sam, very fucking good one."
"Can you just go wait with him? I'll be back with her in a minute." Sam exasperatedly points to Zemo, making his way back down the steps.
An interesting turn of events. Zemo wonders exactly who you are. Since this is a different type of argument between Sam and James.
Waiting on the tarmac alone in the middle of nowhere. It's weird but Sam told you to wait here. So you stayed right here for hours awkwardly standing with just a backpack.
You're just excited to be working with him again. Since he joined the Avengers you've had hardly any time to hang out. Just the occasional text to let you know he's still alive.
Knowing that Bucky will also be there makes you jittery. During the last few months, you have developed a crush on him. This puzzled you because you didn't know how to express your feelings plus, couldn't exactly identify what drew you to him. Bucky is coming to terms with his own traumas; finding peace within himself, and starting to live his own life on his terms. So expressing your feelings of love or at least intense attraction will be too much for him to handle and he may reject you. On top of that, his body language is hard to read. A brick wall that you have to keep chipping at. That is why you prefer to enjoy every moment with him. You remember every detail about him; you miss the sounds of his voice and the feeling of his presence when he is gone.
“Y/N!"
Jolted out of your daydream, Sam is waving his hands in the air.
"Sam!" You are nearly jumping out of your skin when you see Sam cross the terminal to get you.
"It's good to see you." Sam wraps you in a big bear hug. The kind of hug that makes you feel safe and loved. He hugs you with his whole body making the hug warm and snuggly too.
"I've missed these hugs." Groaning you don't want it to end.
"Last chance to cash out. Are you sure you want to help? It's going to be dangerous."
Sam takes your backpack.
"Yes, I'm sure. I don't see why you're being so secretive about needing my help. I've helped plenty of times with your projects." You bump into his arm on purpose.
"This is different. Bucky's waiting with our current project. We need his help but he's a liability." Trying not to frown, he's not happy about the arrangement.
"Oh. So you think he might make a break for it?"
"Something like that." Sam leads you up the stairs and into a private jet. "Meet our-"
"Y/N? Long time no see." Zemo smiles, interrupting Sam.
You recognize this voice from anywhere. Keeping your composure, you struggle forcing yourself to keep a blank face. You slowly turn to look and glare daggers into him. Your body doesn't know whether to cry or throw up from this confusion.
"You know each other?" Sam questions pointing at Zemo.
"We've met. Briefly." You give a slight frown trying to remain neutral. You can physically feel the cold glare from Bucky.
"Are you serious?" Surprised, Sam is having a hard time believing this.
"Unfortunately yes." Sighing you turn away from Zemo, making sure Sam has your full focus.
"I wouldn't say, unfortunately." Zemo chuckles.
"Quiet." Bucky growls.
"Is there any other bullshit I need to know besides this? How in the hell did he end up being with you?" Gesturing at Zemo. "Ain't he supposed to be underwater somewhere?"
"It's complicated. You can thank Bucky for that." Being childish Sam quickly points at Bucky.
Pinching the bridge of your nose. You quickly go over the pros and cons of just ditching them. But your loyalty to Sam and Bucky wins you over. This trip is going to be painful because either way Sam and Bucky are going to want to know how you know Zemo.
"Let's get this over with." Sighing you take your backpack back and toss it to the side and buckle in. Making sure to keep your distance.
God, you should have just stayed in bed.
~
What the fuck has happened? In a matter of hours the trio of untraceable got caught in their bullshit. Letting the whole island know of their presence. Beginning the reign of bounty hunters wanting their heads. And you are now part of that crossfire. Guess this is what Sam meant when he said it was going to be dangerous.
This wasn't the kind of bullshit you were expecting. This is way above your pay grade. But are you surprised? No. Should you be? Yes. Then to add to the bullshit. Sharon. Personally, you don't know her. The timing with her feels weird. But Sam seems excited? Happy? It's a weird situation. You feel jealous for some reason. Like she doesn't deserve his happiness but Sam is a happy person by nature.
Though Sharon brings the four of you to her place. Talking about this and that. Obviously trying to egg Sam and Bucky on about something. Bucky looks more pissed off than normal at the situation.
"I don't like her." Finally Sharon leaves and you can't help yourself.
"She did just save our lives." Sam sighs.
"So. That doesn't mean shit." Folding your arms, you're ready to list off all the reasons why. You can tell Sam is not liking your new attitude. Not that you can help it. Your nerves are shot and everyone is out to get them.
"Why? You don't know her." Sam groans.
"I don't know. Something just feels off about her. I can understand doing what you have to, to live here but it's not that. Feels like something worse."
"You should always go with your gut feeling." Zemo chimes in. The three of you just look at him.
"I'm going upstairs." Shaking your head you quickly disappear, trying to maintain distance from Zemo.
Watching you disappear Sam and Bucky surround Zemo before he can move.
"How do you know Y/N?" Sam stops him, a hand on his chest pushing Zemo back.
"Does it really matter to you?"
"Cut the crap. How?" Bucky snaps.
"Sorry gentleman. It is not my place to say." Zemo smugly grins.
Agreeing to go to Sharon's stupid party. You're perched in the corner, hiding your laugh behind a drink. You watch Zemo from a distance as he dances. That man still dances awkwardly. But you got to give him credit, he doesn't care if he's a bad dancer.
Speak of the devil. He's maneuvered his way through the crowd to your hiding spot.
"Care to dance?"
"No." Frowning, it's hard avoiding his gaze.
"It's a party, you should relax." Turning on the charm Zemo slides I to the seat beside you.
"You know I don't dance." Annoyed, you start swirling your drink.
In bold, brash Zemo fashion he snatches your drink and takes a sip. "How can you keep an eye on me if you are over here and not on the dance floor?"
"I can see just fine from here." Snatching your drink back.
"Are you sure?"
Smug bastard.
Groaning you know he's right. It would be easy for him to duck out of sight while on the dance floor. Finishing your drink you gesture for him to lead the way. Weaving through the crowd he stops in the middle of the dance floor.
"Are you sure you don't want to dance? You are very noticeable just standing there."
Irked, you start to mimic some of his dancing moves. Unenthusiastically bouncing from foot to foot.
"See Y/N. Dancing is fun." An almost genuine smile appears.
"You're just trying to annoy Sam and Bucky."
Zemo smirks, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer. An arm wraps around your waist, holding you close.
"The boys are getting suspicious. They asked how I knew you." He whispers in your ear before carefully spinning you in a circle.
"What?"
Before you can process what he said. Zemo is pulling you back in for another spin.
"Don't worry, too much frowning will cause wrinkles. I told them to ask you."
"How considerate."
"I always am."
Scoffing it feels like nothing has changed between you two. You don't know what makes you angrier; the complete ease of being near him again or the lack of true hatred for him because of the crimes he has done.
Underneath it all, the moment makes you homesick for what you had and what could have been.
~
Finally getting some useful information. Sam and Bucky loosely agree on a plan.
“Y/N you on lookout duty.” Sam orders.
“Okie dokie.” Saluting him you turn and head for higher ground with coverage.
Positioned atop a shipping container with binoculars. Scanning the area it seems quiet, too quiet. There's no one to be seen. Wouldn't even just a normal shipping yard have a few people roaming around?
“Shit!”
Out of nowhere there’s a fireball explosion off to the side. You can vaguely make out a masked man on top of a shipping container but through your binoculars you know that fucking fur collar coat anywhere.
Damn it Zemo. You're going to strangle him before this mission is done.
"Guys you have incoming and a fireball explosion." Radioing Sam and Bucky, you've lost sight of Zemo.
Making it to the ground you start running to the entrance. But you're intercepted by Zemo in a car. How did he have time to find a car?
"What the fuck was that?" You gesture at the fire still blazing high.
"Don't worry about it Y/N. All part of the plan." Dismissing your question, he leans over to open the door.
“Part of the plan? Creating a giant explosion was part of the plan?”
“Yes. Now if you will get in the car we have to pick up Sam and James.”
Against your better judgement you sit down in the front seat next to him. "Where did you steal the car from?"
"I found it. As they say finders keepers." Smirking, he gives a wink.
"You're ridiculous, I hope you know that." With a scoff you close the door.
"You mean sophisticated and eccentric."
"Not what I would have chosen." Mumbling, you root through the glove box. Trying to find any indication of who this car really belongs to but that's a dead end. There's nothing in it. Meaning he’s already thought about that or there never was anything in it.
"There they are!" Pointing up ahead you can see Sam and Bucky looking confused.
"Hello gentlemen. Do you need a ride?"
"Where did you get a car?" Both shouting in unison as Zemo puts the car in park.
"Don't ask." Rolling your eyes, you wave the question off before Zemo can speak. That's a conversation that doesn't need repeating."Just get in."
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TimeCrossed (Portal fic) Chapter 2: The supply closet
Word count: 885
Warnings: None! Except probably grammatical errors. Oops.
Enjoy! -Berry🍓
Chapter one here!
Nothing changed about Wheatley’s job over the next few weeks, but he started enjoying coming into work with the possibility of seeing Chell.
She was a runner for her father, delivering papers, sorting files, and bringing coffee on Fridays.
Wheatley checked the time and got up, stretching.
“I’ve been sitting for a solid 4 hours, mate. I need to go stretch my legs so they don’t fall off or something.”
Richard rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Go to the water cooler and find your girl, Wheatley.”
Wheatley froze a moment acting fake offended.
“W-what?! Are you accusing me of leaving my post to go stare at some…girl??”
Richard looked at him and laughed. “Just stating the facts. But don’t blame me when ya lose your job for flirting with her.”
“I’m just getting paper, Richard, and possibly a glass of water. Nothing more, and n-nothing less.”
As he left the office he heard Richard mumble something about a “tall drink of water” before the door shut.
Wheatley sighed and started down the fluorescent lit hallway. Everything in the facility felt too sterilized but also crawling with bacteria and disease. It made his skin crawl.
He stared at the grey tiles on the floor as we walked to go grab more paper from the supply closet.
As he opened the door and walked in he heard a gasp.
He also gasped and turned to see Chell standing in the corner of the closet.
“O-oh! So so sorry there ma’am…I was just, uh, just getting more um paper for…for…Are you okay? Actually that’s none of my business, is it? Sorry I shouldn’t have said anything it just…you look like you’re…crying?”
Chell watched him and wiped her cheeks, trying to dry her tears but not smear makeup across her face.
“I-I’m sorry.” She muttered.
He took a careful step closer. “No no! Don’t apologize! You’ve done nothing wrong! I-I’m the one who barged in on you. I should’ve knocked for something.”
She smiled a little. “It would look a little weird if you knocked on the supply closet.”
His worry lessened when he saw her small smile so he tried to lighten the mood more.
“Ah well. I mean it’s not, not a terrible idea is it? Who knows how many people use this place to sneak away and kiss or hide from their boss or something.”
She laughed. “Have you ever walked in on something doing either of those things?”
Wheatley felt a little twinge of pride at being able to make her laugh after crying. “Uhm, no. B-but! Between you and me?”
He snuck closer like a child about to tell a secret. She played along and leaned in too.
“I think Patrick from marketing, and Ellen, you know Ellen? The secretary on the second floor? Yeah, they totally have a thing for each other. Yep. But! But you didn’t hear it from me.”
She sniffed and nodded. “Gotcha. I won’t tell anyone where I get the hot Aperture gossip from.”
He laughed. “Ah yes! Don’t tell them that I have all the best gossip! I share my secrets with you and you alone!”
They both chuckled and then the room went quiet. She turned and pulled a package of paper from the shelf behind her.
“Here, this is what you came for, right?”
He took it and looked at her. “Uh…yeah. This and um…well. C-can I just ask…are you okay? Genuinely? Seriously? Because if you’re not…I might have to just keep telling you gossip to make you feel better. T-that is, if you want me to?”
She smiled sadly. “I’ll be okay, Wheatley. Thank you for caring.”
His heart jumped at the genuine words and he nodded. “Of course. Anytime okay? Anytime you feel sad you can think to yourself ‘ah! I should go talk to Wheatley! Maybe he can make me laugh again!’ Because your laugh is so cute-“ He shut his mouth.
She smiled awkwardly.
Wheatley grimaced. “I’m such a moron when it comes to girls…I’m sorry.”
She reached up to put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, you’re not a moron.” She pulled a pen out of her skirt pocket and wrote a phone number on the corner of the package he was holding.
“Don’t ever call yourself a moron. It’s such a mean word. Be nicer to Wheatley.” She lightly hit his arm with the pen. “Okay? Be nice. I don’t think Wheatley’s a moron.”
He nodded like a child being scolded until he heard her say the last bit and his head perked up.
“Wait wait…really?! And this number? Is it?”
She chuckled. “It’s my telephone number for my house. If you ever want to talk, I’m free most Saturday afternoons.”
He couldn’t believe his luck. “O-okay! I’ll call you!”
She smiled and pat his arm. “Good. Because I want to hear more about the gossip.”
They both left the supply closet and parted ways. He stared at the penmanship she’d scribbled on the corner of the paper packaging in awe. He replayed her kind words over and over in his head.
“If you ever want to talk, I’m free most Saturday afternoons.”
“I don’t think Wheatley’s a moron.”
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Whats Sephiroth like as a lover
What Sephiroth is like as your Lover
18+ NSFW Themes Minors DNI GN! Reader
Tags: Sephiroth. Slight dachryphilia, Voice Kink, overstimming, edging themes. Oral
Notes: Thank you for the idea @awishawayfromhome!! I havent made a headcanon about him yet- the fear lol. I think this is rather tame for me. Considering doing an after he becomes evil and deranged.
SFW
Completely oblivious in the beginning.
So powerful and can conquer enemies, but when it comes to love?
Honestly truly Genesis is so disappointed.
Knows that you feel some sort of affection for him, but so does everyone? So he really doesnt choose to differentiate.
Takes yearssss to finally be with you and even then, you have no idea whats happening, just that he gave you this weird piece of metal, smirked, and walked away.
That metal will be the material he makes your ring out of.
But thats how all of his gifts are. Pieces of puzzles, letting you figure it out yourself. Doesnt matter how long it takes. But its worth it when you finally find the final piece.
The type to be completely nonchalant about everything. No matter how emotional you get.
Speaks outright and doesnt mince his words on how he’s feeling about things or you.
Theres a certain complete sureness he has with you.
Definitely not the first one to say I love you. But he also wants to spend the rest of his life with you-
Protective, but that comes with the territory.
Doesnt really care for you being in Shinra’s general company so he tries to keep you out. Only the besties get to see you, but then really only Angeal because Genesis is a heathen.
Smells good all the time. You’re definitely stealing his products.
NSFW
Undercover heathen
manhandles you “on accident”
Has a habit of grabbing the back of your neck to get your attention. Squeezing a little when he calls your name.
Gives this narrow eyed confusion when you become flustered. But he knows. He can practically hear your heart rate jump and your blood sing.
Constantly thinks its appropriate to whisper in your ear at all times of day.
You know he’s quiet, but you also know that he can speak normally so-
Knows you have a voice kink, so he definitely uses it to his advantage.
Humming into your skin, whispering words, saying words that mean nothing in the morning just so he can feel you shiver.
Stares at you with such a heated glance and says nothing, sees you getting hot and will turn back and continue whatever task he was on. Leaving you aching.
Likes to back you up into a wall and push his face into your neck and just stay there, breathing you in. It looks lovely and intimate, but really you’ve turned him on so much that he just really needs to be close to you.
Dirty talks in public. But not in the way you would expect. Only speaks in analogies and hushed words that no one will understand except you. Will always give you a pointed look to make sure you understand what he’s saying.
The type to play with you in the car ride to an event, making you achy and wet, only to get there and not touch you at the event at all. Will put your clothes perfectly back in place as if he didnt edge you to high heaven.
Enjoys seeing you not come. But also enjoys making you come so much that youre crying and pushing him away.
Doesnt mean he’ll stop though.
Run your fingers through his hair and pull and you can expect those sighs and groans to pitch just a little.
But the harder you pull, the harder your bruises will be.
Eats you out for his pleasure not yours. Doesnt really matter if you were in the middle of something, he’s casually thinks that he wants to see you come and it has to happen now.
Good luck when hes coming back from a mission. Make sure you call off because he doesnt plan on you leaving anytime soon.
Will definitely wake you up and fuck you.
Little sadistic, sometimes uses you like a toy, has no problem using his strength to keep you still.
Has endearments and sometimes theyre a little condescending unintentionally. “Mine” is his favorite though.
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experiments.
| draco x reader x theo | smut | fluff |
anon request. draco and theo x reader where they want to experiment with new stuff and the reader enjoys it
cw: anal play, d/s, daddy kink, subspace, teasing
a/n: this is so much smut. SO MUCH SMUT. it’s filthy. i’m a mess???
You sat curled up in your bed, headphones plugged into your laptop. You had the dorm to yourself, allowing you some privacy for some much needed stress relief.
Moans and lewd sounds filled your ears as you watched the film playing on your laptop, one of your hands in your panties.
The video finished before you did— autoplaying to the next. You stopped, watching in deviant fascination as the boy in the video toyed with the girl’s ass.
The sound of the door opening made you jump, slapping your laptop shut and quickly pulling your hand from your panties, and moving to cover your bare chest.
“Sweetheart?” Theo’s dark eyes glittered in amusement, his eyebrow cocking.
“I… I was…” you stuttered, embarrassed to have been caught masturbating, even by your boyfriend.
Draco stepped in behind Theo, closing the door behind them. You couldn’t meet their gaze, embarrassed and shy.
“What were you trying to hide, my love?” Draco asked, sliding your computer out of your reach before you could grab it.
Theo hauled you onto his lap, making your breath hitch. You hadn’t managed to get off before you’d been interrupted, and now you were not only flustered, but also hyper-sensitive.
“Wait!” You protested as Draco opened your laptop, revealing the video you’d been watching.
His eyes widened slightly, but he kept all of his other reactions in check, watching intently. You tried to squirm free of Theo’s arms, but he held you fast, watching over Draco’s shoulder.
“Oh, naughty girl,” Theo laughed into your neck, his lips mouthing wet kisses on the skin.
You tried to find words to explain yourself, to defend it, but you couldn’t. Your boyfriends were both intrigued and amused by your secret fantasy, one you felt slightly ashamed of.
“Hey, look at me sweetheart,” Theo’s voice was kind, and you dared a glance up into fierce green eyes.
“Is this something you wish to try? We never want you unsatisfied.”
“I’m not unsatisfied! And… maybe, but it’s weird, so—”
“Don’t say that. You should tell us when you want to try something. We will never judge you or shame you,” Draco interrupted your negative self-talk.
You gave up, nodding meekly and snuggling into Theo’s body, chilly from being mostly bare.
“Now, don’t you need a bit of help?” Theo asked, dipping tanned fingers into your cotton panties, stroking over your swollen clit.
Your hands wrapped around his bicep, and Draco leaned against your baseboard, watching Theo skillfully finger you and play with your clit. You leaned your head back and opened your mouth, accepting a heady, slow kiss from Theo, moaning as his tongue slid against yours.
It only took a few moments before you were coming on his fingers, your velvety walls fluttering around his digits. He quit moving, but kept them stuffed in your cunt, letting you enjoy the feeling of fullness for a while as your head clouded.
“Pretty baby,” Draco praised you, gently kissing your face and neck.
.
You held Theo’s hand, your fingers intertwined with his as you walked through the halls. Your heart was racing in your chest as you descended the steps into the slytherin dormitories.
“There she is, my beautiful girl,” Draco greeted you as you entered the boys’ room.
He planted a kiss to your lips, calming some of the nerves that were building inside of you. He set a box on the bed, the one filled with various toys the three of you had collected. When you opened it, you discovered they had added to the collection, though you already knew.
.
That was why you were here. They’d gotten delicate glass anal plugs like in the video they had caught you watching the week before. You had confessed your interest in trying it, knowing you could trust the boys.
However, you were more confident in the discussion, but now that it was about to happen, the experimentation seemed far more daunting.
.
“Do you still want to try this?” Theo asked, searching for any hesitation or uncertainty.
“Yes,” you answered, though you had to admit you were a bit nervous.
Draco held his hands out to you, inviting you into his arms. He pulled you into a kiss, the fear melting away as you found comfort in his familiarity.
“You can stop at any time, yeah?” Theo tilted your chin up, pecking your lips.
You hummed, accepting the kiss. Draco unbuttoned your shirt, helping you out of it. You were gently pulled to your feet, your skirt tugged off of your hips along with your stockings.
Lips found sensitive points on your body, kissing and sucking gently as the boys worshipped you with their mouths. Your fingers tangled into Draco’s silvery white hair, grounding yourself.
Draco slipped from your body, lying on his back on the mattress. Theo helped you up, guiding you to kneel over Draco’s head.
“We thought it might be easier if we make you come first,” Theo smiled, kissing your shoulder.
You carefully lowered, sitting on Draco’s face. His tongue immediately delved into your cunt, eating you out fiercely. Chills erupted through your body, your hand gripping the headboard for balance.
Theo settled between your arms, wrapping his lips around your nipple and gently sucking, rolling the other between his fingers.
“Theo! Fuck,” you gasped, moving one of your hands to grab his long curls.
Everything faded other than the feeling of their tongues, heat bursting in your core and spreading through your limbs. Your thighs began to tremble around Draco’s head, the blonde encouraged by your strained whimpers.
Your lips parted as you squealed, rocking your hips against Draco’s mouth. Theo grinned, his strong hands gripping the fat of your ass as his teeth gently sank into the side of your breast.
The taste of pain has the coil snapping in your belly, a scream tearing from your lips as you came. Draco held your thighs still as he lapped up all of your release, earning pained squeals of pleasure from you at the overstimulation.
You practically fell off of him, heaving in desperate breaths. Draco climbed back on top of you in a second, catching you in a messy kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, filling your senses with your own taste.
“Did that feel good?” He asked, pulling back for air.
“Yes, god, yes.”
You turned your head to gaze at Theo, who watched you with adoration in his eyes. His lips smeared over your temple before the boys helped you up.
“It’ll be easier if you’re on your belly,” Theo gently manhandled you.
“Wait-” you started shyly, unsure of how to phrase your desire.
Both boys listened, their gazes settled on you.
“Can I lay over your lap instead…?”
Theo smiled, helping you over his lap. Your arms folded under your head, watching Draco retrieve your box.
Theo’s fingers trailed up and down your spine, soothing the buzzing anxiety and embarrassment building inside of you.
You winced slightly as Draco’s cold fingers rubbed a slick substance over your tight ring of muscle.
“Sorry, love,” he apologized, pushing the tip of his finger inside of you.
Theo hardened against your tummy, watching Draco carefully ease his finger into your ass, up to the second knuckle before they moved onto the slightly bigger toys.
Warmth spread through your body, feeling so studied under their gazes. You moaned quietly as Draco pressed the glass tip of a toy against you.
“Loosen up for it, sweetheart,” Theo urged gently, rubbing circles on your clit to try to help you relax.
A squeal escaped your lips as Draco eased the toy all of the way in, your entrance closing around the widest part to let it settle completely inside of you. You squirmed on Theo’s lap, trying to adjust to the foreign fullness.
You felt filthy, and you loved it.
“Sweetheart, you’re gushing,” Theo murmured, painfully hard as arousal dripped between your thighs, and onto his fingers.
“Fuck,” you mewled as Theo fingered you, feeling the swell of the toy through your thin walls. Your fingers gripped the sheets, your back arching up.
Draco gripped the base of the plug, carefully tugging it partially out. You squealed and wriggled on Theo’s lap until he finally held you down, allowing Draco to slowly fuck your ass with the toy.
Your vision flashed in white and arousal poured from your cunt as Theo continued to finger you and tease your clit.
“Theo... Daddy!” you squealed as his fingertips brushed your g-spot and Draco pushed the toy fully back inside of you.
You came instantly, squeezing around Theo’s fingers. The tension released in your body, making you tremble on top of his lap.
“All that just from me playing with your bum? My naughty girl,” Draco teased, making you whimper in response.
“Daddy please fuck me,” you begged hoarsely, slipping into subspace.
Draco hauled you onto your back, pushing on the base of the toy, making tears well in your eyes.
“Oh, baby, you’re crying because it feels so good?” He asked, letting your head rest on his lap as Theo pushed your knees up to your chest.
“Don’t let it come out, sweetheart,” Theo teased as he rolled his hips forward into yours, stretching out your cunt around his cock. You whimpered, trying to keep the plug from slipping out with his thrusts.
“Daddy, can’t, c-can’t keep it in,” you stuttered, feeling it push out as Theo fucked into you deeply.
Draco aided you, pushing it in, in time with Theo’s thrusts. Your mind was completely melted, flooded with euphoria from the multiple orgasms you’d already had, plus the one that was quickly approaching.
“Daddy, no!” you squealed when he pulled out, making Draco raise his eyebrows.
“Watch your tone, baby.”
Your body was shaking from the closeness of your orgasm being ripped away. Draco pulled the toy from your bum, leaving you completely empty and weepy. He grabbed your wrists as you went down to touch yourself, keeping you from that.
“Shh, just relax, I’m going to let you come, sweetheart,” Theo promised quietly, pressing a kiss to your pouty lips.
Your eyes widened as he pushed a few inches of his cock into your ass, stretching you a bit further than the plug. A choked noise escaped your lips, and Theo watched your cunt spasm around nothing, sending him over the edge.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, coming in hot ropes, filling your ass.
As soon as he pulled out, Draco slid the plug back in, keeping Theo’s release inside of you. Your head dropped back onto Draco’s thigh, and you came went Theo dipped down to eat you out, making you scream loudly with mind-numbing ecstasy.
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“Open your eyes, baby,” Draco whispered, his fingers gently brushing over your cheeks.
You blinked slowly, gazing up at him dreamily.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, how does that sound?”
You nodded, barely awake and entirely fucked-out. The two boys got you on your feet in the shower, helping take some of your weight as you struggled to stand. Your hand went to the toy, but Theo gently grabbed your hand, stopping you.
“We’re going to keep it in, yeah? Help you feel all full and subby,” he smeared kisses over your cheeks and you nodded, too exhausted to argue.
They helped you into warm pajamas, snuggling in bed with you.
“Did you like it?” Draco questioned.
“I loved it. Can we do it again?” you hummed sleepily.
“Definitely,” Theo grinned, kissing you, then kissing Draco before they shut the lamps off to sleep.
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If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤
just saying hi
w/c: 2.5k
warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments
a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself
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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.
you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.
your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.
what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?
last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.
you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.
neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.
peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.
“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.
“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.
peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.
“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.
“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.
“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.
“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.
he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.
“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.
since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.
“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.
“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.
that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.
“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.
“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”
peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.
“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“
tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.
“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.
wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”
peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”
shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.
“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.
“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.
“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”
you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.
peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.
“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”
he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.
“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.
“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.
“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.
not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.
“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”
you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”
it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.
“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”
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𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒷𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉
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Warning(s): NSFW! Minors dni, coarse language, praising, virginity, crying, size kink, I didn't edit this.
Pairing: c!Dream XD x Reader
Synopsis: You two are forbidden lovers, A god can not be with a human. You give the god your virginity (the purest thing you can offer) in order to lose your mortality.
Pronouns: AFAB they/them
Word count: 1.5K
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Your hands were soft and your skin was thin, this was another small reminder to the god that you are indeed a human and you (like any other human) are weak. "My dear, are you sure you do not require netherite armor? Your fingers are starting to bruise.." The god pondered with concern.
"My fingers aren't bruising, they're just turning slightly red from the cold. I'll be fine, stop worrying so much, it's not like I'm going to die out of nowhere" You shrugged it off and got back to picking at the grass "Why do you harm earth like that?" DreamXD flew beside you, his head rotating to look down on you.
"It'll grow back" you respond nonchalantly "That's not the point, why're you pulling it out?" DreamXD reminded you of a curious bird, "I guess I just like the feeling of ripping it out? I don't know, it's just a habit I picked up" You answered "You should stop or else the grass will start picking at you" The god poked at you jokingly "hey! Watch your hands" you pushed him away playfully.
DreamXD fell back into the grass and laughed "hah! You're my favorite little human, I love you" DreamXD reached out to touch your hair "I love you too, my god" you kiss his hand as it caresses your face. "I wish we didn't have to move around so much, I really enjoy these moments we have together" you sighed "I want to give you the world, I really do but I'm not allowed to have such affiliations with humans" The god lowered his head and turned away sadly.
"Then I wish I wasn't human, I'd be a stinking chicken if it allowed me to see you more, my love" you spoke your heart out as you were basically begging the god not to leave you alone "That's not how the world works, my dear. You can't just suddenly go changing what you are" DreamXD touched your face with his large hand "Why not? Why can't you grant me this one wish? You're meant to be a god, please do this for us!" You pleaded.
"I would get in a lot of trouble for doing such a thing to a human like you, why couldn't you of fallen for my human counterpart, my dear? Why'd you have to make this so hard on us?" DreamXD pouted "He's different, he's not like you" you quickly spat back out "you said you'd give the world for me!" you exclaimed "so- give me immortality! make me like you- what do I have to do??" You were trying so hard.
"I think.." DreamXD began to speak as he thought to himself, his wings lifted to scratch his head gently "yes.. That might work.." His glowing eyes glanced up to meet yours "I think if you give me something, I'll be able to turn you into some kind of higher being. I'm not sure what you'll be if you turn out to be a god or just some weird demi-god.."
You smiled and wrapped your arms around him happily, you would give your god anything to be with him "Anything! What do you need, my soul?" you were so eager and precious "You're so pure darling~ But no.. I need something very important" DreamXD lifted your chin with his slender fingers and he leaned in to kiss you.
"Y/n, I need to take your virginity" your face went red as the god explained what he needed from you "It's one of the most purest things you can offer to a god which makes it so valuable, with your gift I will be able to bestow upon you an amazing blessing.." He held you in his many pairs of arms, you were so tiny and small compared to him.
"Anything for you.." You whispered to him, your hands wrapping around his neck.
DreamXD's hands moved under your shirt to touch your skin, he hummed in some sort of delight when he felt your warm chest "you feel so warm~" he smiled "DreamXD-" you breathed out his name as he was slowly touching and praising you. "S-Shouldn't I be worshiping you instead?" you gulped "No, don't worry about pleasing me, dear" he kissed your forehead and continued his actions.
The God had another set of his arms grasp onto your legs, his hands traveling upwards to grab onto the soft flesh of your thighs "ah!" you gasped meekly when his fingertips dug in gently. His other hands feeling up your chest and his fingers dancing along your back, trailing up your spine.
You sheepishly moved your arms from the god to unbutton your shirt, your chest now revealed to the god. DreamXD licked his lips before leaning in and peppering kisses across your collarbone and neck, his hands not leaving your soft mounds of skin. "DreamXD- you're so amazing.." you mumbled quietly.
"you're so soft and perfect, I couldn't want any other creature but you.." DreamXD closed his eyes and inhaled your scent. Your hands moved to start taking off your bottoms, your underwear sliding down with them "you're such a good human for presenting yourself to your god without him having to ask~"
DreamXD wasted no more time and his hand found its way to your clit, his thumb brushing over it gently which made you yelp "ah!" you jumped from the sudden pleasure. The God took notice of this and used one set of his arms to hold you down, another hand using its fingers to stretch you open.
You squealed and tried to move away "is this too much for you? We can always try another time" DreamXD offered to stop "No- No- please don't stop! I just.. I've never really put anything inside before" you admitted embarrassedly "I'll go a bit slower for you then, my dear" The god continued but slowly this time, one of his fingers curling up inside of you.
"I fear you're not going to be able to fit on my cock, you're so small compared to me and you're barely taking my fingers" You whined as you heard him say that, you wanted needed him to fuck you and take your virginity. "Please try!" You exclaimed while trying to fuck yourself on his fingers to make a point that maybe you would be able to take his big length.
"Y- you're a god.. Can't you do anything to help?" you asked "I can't exploit my powers for things like this" DreamXD crossed his arms, you huffed "p- please try to fuck me now, please" You pleaded "I worry I'll hurt you" DreamXD was hesitant "then I'll do it" you stood up in his lap.
You leaned forward and moved his cloak out of the way, your hands working the zipper down to let his cock spring out. Your eyes went wide as you saw how big he was down there, he was right! How in the fuck could you fit this inside?? You gulped nervously and slowly got on top of him, his rod sliding in painfully slow.
You didn't expect him to be able to bottom out but he finally did, his whole thing was now inside of you and you were on the verge of tears. "I can see that you're in pain, let's just stop, we can try another day" DreamXD wiped your tears away "It's fine- this is a normal thing, it's normal to hurt.. Let's just wait it out for a bit please" DreamXD listened to you and waited for you to get adjusted.
You tried to move while on his cock but it seemed close to impossible with how much he had you filled up "um.. could you please- f- fuck me?" You laughed awkwardly, you wanted to desperately take control and fuck yourself on him but you literally couldn't! "Anything for you my dear" The God moved so he was now thrusting into you gently.
You whined and squealed in pleasure "Ah! W0 Woah!" You squirmed in his touch, his hands were on your hips to keep you steady as he kept fucking into your cunny. "It feels so good, thank you so much for your perfect offering.. Your body is the most perfect temple that I've ever been in" DreamXD kissed you passionately as he kept going.
His hips shuddered against yours, his eyes dimming for just a moment as he was fucking you "ah.. So good, please cum for me.." DreamXD wrapped a pair of hands around your waist and another pair was playing with your tits, "I- I feel weird!" you told the godly man "that's good, release that pressure you have building up" DreamXD went faster as he was close.
You covered your mouth as your back arched, your legs were shaking so much as your pussy spasmed around his cock and you came. "FUCK" DreamXD cursed out as he came right after you, coating your insides with some kind of godlike sperm. "C- Can we be together forever now.. Please?" you huffed out on the ground as you tried to catch your breath "Forever and ever my dear, you're my god" he then gave you one final kiss as you drifted into sleep.
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A/n: This is kinda my first post on here so sorry if it's bad 😢 It's also been a while since I wrote fanfiction and tbh I'm a bit intimidated??? Anyways thank u sm for reading !!
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Hey there! 😀 Could I request an SPN one-shot about Dean falling in love with an Archangel!Reader? (in my head, R's actually THE eldest archangel, and the First Reaper to ever exist - a literal Archangel of Death. But unlike her siblings, she is actually the most affable and human-like - like she knows how humans behave and why they do whatever they do, but is still inexperienced in certain things such as love or sex - Dean is not as hostile to her as he is to Cas Also: I headcanon it that she lost all her grace after Metatron's shenanigans in heaven, so up until Chuck's toddler tantrum over the ending, she fights with Winchesters as human). Sorry for the req. being so long. 🙂
Don't apologize, I love the details <3 Full disclosure I haven't watched the last season of Supernatural because I just don't want to say goodbye to them. Here is my best shot! I hope you enjoy.
Teachings
Summary; Archangel!Reader is completely oblivious to Dean's flirtations and he's had enough of beating around the bush.
The first time you felt the twinge of something weird, it was right after a mission you and Sam had gone out on by yourself. Dean had been waiting for you as soon as you entered the bunker, his arms folded across his chest and jaw working.
"What the hell was that?" He demanded.
You blinked, hand still trying to work the tenseness out of your shoulder from where Sam had to relocate it. You honestly had no idea what he was referring to. "You mean the part where we defeated the big bad?" You asked, head cocking to the side as you took in his angry posture.
"You ran off without Sam, right into the thick of it. You're powerless now, Y/N. You can't just jump into every problem head on." He unfolded his arms, taking a few steps toward you.
Indignation sparked in your gut, eyes narrowing a bit. You knew full well that you were effectively powerless now, he absolutely did not need to keep bringing that up. "I'm very aware of how much power I wield, Dean. You seem to forget that I've been versed in hand to hand combat since before you were a thought in your mothers head."
Dean sighed, standing across from you, watching your hand rubbing circles into your shoulder. "You got hurt today, Y/N. I don't want that happening again." He stayed for a moment longer after that, gaze searching you for something you couldn't decipher before walking off.
The second time you were utterly dumbfounded by Dean's behavior came a few weeks later as you were cooking the gang dinner in the kitchen. You had decided to be the one to cook because you were feeling decidedly uncomfortable. Ever since Metatron's idiocy and your subsequent humanity, there were some days where you just didn't feel right. Like there were bees fluttering under your skin. Castiel had said he thought it was because no matter how human your body was, your brain was still not. Filled with a millennia worth of knowledge and memories.
You put the spatula down rather harshly, closing your eyes to stop the cacophony of things flooding your senses.
"Y/N?" Dean's voice sounded from the doorway of the kitchen. When you didn't immediately open you eyes and acknowledge him, he came forward to stand next to you, resting a hand on your arm. "Do you want me to take over?"
You opened your eyes, glancing over at the Hunter. He had concern dancing in his eyes, brows pulled together. There were sometimes that you thought he was the angel in the friendship.
Where did that come from? You thought to yourself, shaking your head a bit to dislodge the thoughts.
"I can finish up, I'm just feeling a bit off." You gave him what hoped was a reassuring smile.
"Do you want to talk about it?" You couldn't help but notice that he hadn't pulled his hand off of your arm yet.
"Some days are just harder than others. It feels like all of the information I have can overload me, sometimes." You said, using your free hand to rub over your eyes. "I feel like a mess sometimes, Dean. I might not be an angel anymore but I feel like a I make a terrible human."
Dean blinked at you, mouth opening slightly while he just looked at you. "Are you serious?"
You rolled your eyes, feeling a bit affronted. "No it was a joke and I'm feeling just dandy."
"Y/N," Dean started, shaking his head. "Divine being or not, you're still one of the most angelic people I've ever met. You take everything in stride, with a smile on your face. You can tell me stories about Alexander the Great and still kick my ass at Poker, it's amazing."
You cocked your head a bit, trying to decide if he was joking or not. He seemed to notice. "I'm serious." He finalized.
You looked at him for a moment, letting his words wash over you before giving him a broad smile. "Thank you, Dean. You're a good friend."
You didn't notice his smile falter in return. "Great friend, of course."
It came to a head a month after that when you and Dean were sat in the library doing research. You lifted your head from the dated text you had been reading when your companion shut his own rather fiercely, pushing it away from him.
"Everything okay, Dean?" You inquired, wondering if he was alright.
He clenched his jaw, choosing to look anywhere but you. "I just feel like we're always two steps behind. We figure out one problem and then another rams us in the back of the head. I don't know if we're going to be able to come out on top of this one."
You reached a hand out to him out of instinct, wrapping it around his forearm. "We're going to be just fine."
He looked at your hand instead of your face. "How can you know that?"
"Because in all of my years among humanity, I've never met a man as strong as you, in mind or spirit. I truly believe that you can conquer any problem you encounter." You said with finality, squeezing his arm a bit. He glanced up at you quickly then, seeming at a loss for words.
"Are you serious?" He asked.
You reached out your other hand to wrap around his other arm. "I've never been more sure of something, Dean."
You both just sat there for what seemed like forever, his green eyes melding into your own cerulean blue. In what seemed like an instant his whole body was across the table, arms shaking your hands off to instead find purchase around your soldiers, lips pressed firmly to your own.
Your shock only lasted a second before you reciprocated, hands coming up to his neck to pull him closer to you. The kiss felt like it was an infinite expansion of time and over too soon at the same time. He pulled away, hovering his head just a few inches from yours and gauging your expression.
You smiled slowly, drinking him in as well. "I wasn't expecting that."
He chuckled. "Really? I've been building up to that for ages."
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