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Breaking the Rules Chapter 16

Summary: Beck is new to Hawkins High for her senior year. She is no stranger to being the new kid but when she bumped into Eddie Munson all her rules are thrown out the window and she finds herself falling for the school freak. Everything about him draws her in. Though Hawkins has its own chaos Beck will find herself in danger with the new friends that she is making. But will her actions be enough to keep everyone that she has come to love safe?

Author’s Note: Since Tumblr is doing the Filters, I don't think I need to advise too many times of Minors not interacting, but please understand that there are adult themes. I know some chapters are tame but just to be safe I need to do this.

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Warnings: scenes of sexual nature, p in v penetration, oral (f receiving), dom!eddie, sub!femoc

** I do not condone the copying and reposting of my work. If I find that it is being done I will delete everything and cease writing.**

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The next day, the day before Thanksgiving, I was a tornado of movement through my kitchen. Eddie tried to help but after the first hour and a half I had turned to him and said, “Eddie, I love you. However,” I turned back to the pie filling that I was mixing, “you are getting in the way more than you are helping. You are more than welcome to sit at the table and work on your next campaign, or you can schedule a last-minute Corroded Coffin practice.”

He looked at me like a puppy that was just kicked to the curb.

Something in my chest cracked and I walked over to him to cup his face in my hands. “Don’t look at me like that,” I begged, “I just want to make what I bring for you and Wayne to be perfect.”

Eddie took my hands in his, kissed my knuckles and said, “Sweetheart, like I said, we usually eat turkey sandwiches. You’re going above and beyond.”

I sighed and rested my forehead against his chest. “I know, but this is the least I can do.” Eddie kissed the top of my head and moved to the table and flipped open one of my school notebooks to an empty page. He motioned for me to continue, then began to write on the blank pages.

That was three hours ago. Finally, I was working on rinsing of the dishes to put in the dishwasher. My dad gone out with some friends that he had met the moment he saw the chaos that I had created in the kitchen. The only thing that he did to recognize Eddie was throw him an apologetic look as he ran from the main level and out the door.

Eddie nudged my hip with his as he stood between me and the dishwasher. After I rinsed, he put the dishes into the machine. Soon enough, we were done and I leaned back on the counter and let my head fall back. “I’m sorry I was crazy earlier.”

Eddie chuckled and said, “I’ll admit, I didn’t think I’d spend the first day after I admitted my love for you watching you cook,” I laughed, “But, as long as I’m spending that day with you, I’m good.”

I bumped my shoulder against his arm, “Suck up.”

He pinched my side. “I could go for a good suck.” My face flushed and eyes popped open. “Or maybe lick.” His voice racked over me and I had to repress a shiver.

“You,” I said as I held up my pointer finger, “need to relax.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “I’m still sore from last night.”

He pouted out his bottom lip, “Aw, does my princess need a massage?”

I tried to think of cold showers, what I was going to wear tomorrow, anything other than the feeling of his hands on me.

He must have seen my struggle because a roguish grin pulled across his face. He placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me to a chair at the table. He sat me down and began to kneed the muscles in my shoulders and neck. “Oh,” he cooed, “So tense. What’s got you so wound up, princess?”

“I wonder,” I said around a moan.

He tutted, “Such a sharp tongue.” He continued his work and my eyes closed as he worked the knots that were in my shoulders. “See,” he shifted lower on my back, “I can be good.” I hummed my agreement.

Eddie, eventually, went home. He tried to convince me to come with him, but I decided that I should hang out with my dad when he got home. Unfortunately, the clock ticked by and the time for dinner passed and I was still reading on the living room couch when doorbell rang.

My brows furrowed as I marked my page and went down to the front door. I pulled open the door and my mouth popped open as the grinning faces of Mike, Dustin, and Lucas greeted me.

“Hi Beck,” Dustin said with an energetic wave.

“Um,” I stuttered as I tried to rationalize why they were there, “Hey guys, what are you doing here?”

Mike leaned up on his toes, even though he was almost a head taller than Dustin, “We were riding our bikes from Family Video-.”

“We’re going to watch a movie at Mikes,” Lucas cut in.

“And we saw that Eddie wasn’t here-,” Mike picked up the story.

“And your curtains were open and we just saw you sitting on the couch reading. So, we wanted to stop and see if you wanted to join us for the movie night,” Dustin finished.

I nodded as I followed the flow of conversation. “You wanted to invite for a movie night?”

“You don’t have to, but you looked lonely,” Mike quickly added.

A smile grew across my face and opened the door wider and waved them inside. “Let me just get my jacket and shoes.” I quickly ran up the stairs and left a note for my dad about where I was headed, flung on my jacket, and tugged on my Doc Martens. I smacked my keys that sat in my jacket pocket and locked the door behind me.

“I can’t believe you said yes,” Lucas said with wide eyes.

I shrugged and said, “Why not?”

“Because you’re older than us. Nancy never wants to hang out with us,” Mike said as we moved to their discarded bikes.

From what I had seen of Nancy around school I could see how she was the driven older sister to the nerdy younger brother. “It’s probably because she’s your sister,” I watched as they all picked up their bikes, “I, obviously, don’t have siblings but I can only assume that’s why she doesn’t want to hang out.” I rocked back and forth between my toes and heels, “So, how are we going to get to Mike’s? I don’t have a bike.”

The three of them looked between themselves then Dustin patted the bar of his handles. “Sit here.” I cocked a brow to him. “It’s not the safest but unless you can fly, we didn’t really think this part through.”

I shrugged and hopped onto the bar and tucked my legs up away from the wheel. Dustin began to move and soon the four of us were speeding down the road. The crisp autumn breeze ran through my hair and I held out my arms on either side of me like wings.

Dustin laughed and said, “What are you doing?”

“Pretending that I’m flying,” I risked a glance over my shoulder, “I haven’t done something like this since I was a kid.”

The three boys laughed and said, “You’re still just a teenager.”

I returned my grip to the metal bar as we turned down a road. “Yeah, well, with the childhood I had a person grows up pretty fast.”

“Right, military,” Lucas asked from my right.

“Yeah,” I looked between them, “At first you just have to behave. Don’t get me wrong, my dad is great, now. But military schools really drill it in you to be seen and not heard. My mom finally realized what was going on and pulled me to go to public schools wherever we moved. Then she passed,” Their faces turned solemn and I quickly added, “Not that you guys needed to know all of that.” I added a giggle to try and lighten the mood.

Mike spoke up from my left, “Hey, we get it. My girlfriend, Elle, she grew up with really strict rules. She’s still trying to find herself.”

We pulled into a long driveway and dismounted the bikes. The side door that we used entered right into a sitting room. From another room a man’s voice yelled, “Mike, did you bring your friends over again?”

Mike paused and huffed out a sigh, “Yes, dad. We’re just going to watch a movie.”

“Hey Mr. Wheeler,” Dustin and Lucas called in a chorus from our spot. Dustin began to move me through the little hall and the doorway that led down to the basement.

“No need to meet Mr. Wheeler. He’s always complaining about how we eat all his food,” Dustin explained.

Lucas trailed behind us; the plastic Family Video bag swung on his wrist. “Yeah, even though we’re bringing our own snacks today.”

The basement was spacious, with couches, tables, and even a desk pushed up against the back wall. But what was shocking was the number of chairs that were littered around the space. It was like a chair graveyard, but all of them were still functional. Just mix matched.

Dustin and Lucas moved to the seating area with the loveseat and couch. They spread their candy on the coffee table and Dustin moved to pop the movie in. I moved to sit on the far corner of the couch and looked over at the assortment of sweets.

“Alright,” Dustin said and sat down beside me. “Probably the most important question, now that we’re hanging out.” I waited for him to continue. “What is your favorite candy?”

I laughed. “Without a doubt, Twix.”

“Twix,” both Dustin and Lucas said in unison.

I nodded. “The mix of chocolate, cookie, and caramel is perfect.”

“Not Reese’s? Who can say no to Reese’s Cups,” Dustin asked and Lucas stared at me with his mouth hanging open.

“I can, the peanut butter and chocolate is good but it’s not my first choice.”

Mike was making his way down the stairs, bowl of popcorn in hand, when he said, “What about Reese’s Cups?”

“Beck’s favorite candy isn’t Reese’s Cups,” Dustin said and looked back to me, “I don’t know if I can sit next to you.”

My astonished laugh made the three boys laugh. I crossed my legs on the cushion and said, “Are we going to watch a movie or are we just going to make fun of my candy choice?” I raised a brow at each of them, “Because if it’s the latter then I would just warn you all that I happen to have some sway with our esteemed Dungeon Master.”

Color began to drain from their faces.

“I would hate for him to find out that his newest recruits were picking on his girlfriend,” I looked between each boy innocently.

Dustin shook his head and said, “Low blow, Beck.” I chuckled and nudged his shoulder with mine.

We began the movie and while it was on the four of us talked about everything under the sun. Dustin spoke about Suzie and Mike about Elle. When it was Lucas’ turn to speak about any one, he redirected the conversation.

I risked a glance at Dustin and, while Mike and Lucas were distracted, he explained, “Lucas was dating Max, but we haven’t seen them together recently. Not really sure what happened there. Max just, kinda, shut us all out after this past summer.”

“What happened last summer?”

Dustin opened and closed his mouth like a fish. “It’s um- well…”

“It’s alright. If it’s something personal for Max, you don’t have to say anything.” I was not a gossip. If something was personal it wasn’t my business to know that.

“It’s just hard to talk about. We were all effected,” Dustin explained. I nodded but didn’t push. “It all happened at the Starcourt fire. Her step-brother, Billy, was killed in the fire.” The conversation between Mike and Lucas stopped and they had turned to us.

“We were there during the fire,” Mike added.

“Max saw Billy die and it has really messed with her,” Lucas said.

I took a deep breath and said, “Shit, I had no idea.”

“Yeah, people say Hawkins is cursed,” Mike said.

Dustin laughed harshly, “They aren’t too wrong.”

There was a tension, like a dark joke that passed between the three of them that I wasn’t let in on. But the topics changed and soon enough the movie ended. When I looked back to the clock, I realized that it was past 11 pm. I stretched my arms over my head and turned to the three boys. “Well, I should probably get home. It’s pretty late.”

“We can bring you back home,” Mike offered from his spot.

I waved him off and said, “No, no. If I could just use your phone, I’ll call and see if Eddie will come and get me.” Their faces paled and I couldn’t help the chuckle, “What, are you boys afraid of the Big Bad Eddie?”

I stood from the couch and stretched again. I had clocked the phone that was mounted on wall that protected the stairs. I dialed Eddie’s number and the line rang three times before a happy tone sang out, “Munson Manor, where your darkest dreams and wishes come to rest.”

I couldn’t fight the giggle at his theatrics.

“Well, I know that voice,” he sang, “I didn’t think I’d get to hear your beautiful voice until tomorrow.”

“Well, it’s your lucky night, Charming,” I teased, “The Freshman stopped by and invited me to a movie night. It’s way too late and cold to balance on Henderson’s handlebars back to my house. Are you free to come pick me up and bring me home?”

“The Freshman invited you to a movie night,” he mused, “What happened to hanging out with your dad?”

I paused, “Dad was still out by the time they came over at, like, 8:30.” The line was quiet. “So, are you able to come get me from Wheeler’s?”

“I’m always free for you, princess. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” His tone was soft, like it was thinking something over.

“Alright, I’ll see you soon.”

I turned back to the three boys and they were all looking at me dumbfound. “I know we see you two every day, but I will never get used to how Eddie treats you,” Dustin said. I rolled my eyes as I got myself ready for Eddie to get me.

Ten minutes later, on the dot, Eddie’s van rumbled to a stop in front of the Wheeler’s house. I ran from the side door with Dustin, Lucas, and Mike in tow. Dustin and Lucas stopped at their bikes but stayed statue still. I turned back to them as I reached Eddie. I sent them a wave and they all raised a hand in a stiff wave of their own.

When I turned back to Eddie, his eyes were dark with concern. As he opened the door he said, “Why’d you go and hang out with the Freshmen?”

I hopped into my seat and waited for Eddie to get into his. Once he was seated behind the wheel and fixed his expectant gaze back on me, I said, “I was waiting for my dad to come home but it was getting later and later.” I looked down at my hands, it sounded so pathetic, “I was reading on the couch and they saw me from the window and they invited me over. I didn’t want to bother you when you had just left so I thought, why not?”

“You know I would have come back,” he said softly.

“I know, but you probably just got settled in at home and I was going to be content just reading if they didn’t come over.” I pulled at a thread on my sweater.

His fingers pinched my chin and forced my eyes to meet his. “I would have come back, sweetheart. Remember that I will always come back for you. No matter when you need me.”

Tears burned at my eyes and I nodded my head. “I understand, I’m so sorry, Eddie.”

He tilted his head, “Why are you sorry?”

“I don’t know,” I said around a sniffle.

Eddie chuckled gently and pulled me into a hug and started to play with the ends of my hair. “Do you want to go home or just go right to my place?”

I looked up into his waiting eyes. “I should probably go home. Not even to see my dad, but so that way we don’t have to drive there and back for all the food tomorrow.”

Another chuckle echoed through Eddie’s chest and it warmed my heart. Eddie pulled away but kept my one hand in his as he drove down the road. The quick drive from Mike’s back to my house was filled with heavy metal pumping through the speakers. By the time that we pulled up to my house I saw that the lights in the lower level of the house turned on. My dad had finally made it home.

Eddie turned off the van and I looked over to him with a brow raised. “Come on,” he leaned over and pecked my cheek, “I’m not just going to drop you off and leave you. I get some extra time with my girl.”

I chuckled and we made our way toward the front door. It was unlocked and the lights were on when we walked in. The house still smelled of all the baking that was done throughout the day and Eddie hummed beside me.

“I forgot how good it smelled in here. Your baking is magical,” he said and wrapped his arms around me. He tucked his nose into my hair and nuzzled under my ear.

“You haven’t even tried it yet. You can’t say that until you try it.” The house was quiet. The usual noises from my dad moving about weren’t there and it pulled my attention away from Eddie. I stepped away and went down the stairs.

He wasn’t in his “man cave” area, and I didn’t hear his shower running. “Dad,” I said into the silence. I looked over my shoulder to see Eddie had followed me down into the basement. He had an eyebrow cocked as he also registered the silence. I turned back to the empty space and moved to his bedroom door.

I knocked gently. No answer. I slowly cracked open the door and saw the room empty. My stomach dropped. I ran past Eddie and took the steps two at a time. I heard Eddie follow after me and called my name.

My eyes fixed onto the island counter where my notepad was still sitting. My feet skid over the tiles and I braced my hands against the countertop. I stared at the paper and found a note underneath mine:

Sorry Kiddo,

Pulled back to work early. Hope you had fun. Wish the Munsons a Happy Thanksgiving for me.

Love,

Dad

My breath whooshed from me. Work. He was pulled back to work early. Eddie stopped beside me and looked down to the note that was left. He placed a hand on my shoulder, then the other over the center of his chest. “Jesus… H… Christ, Beck,” he said between pants.

“He got pulled back to work,” I said breathlessly.

“Of course, he was pulled back for work,” Eddie said as he plopped himself onto a chair. “Where else would he have gone?”

I looked over to Eddie with a deadpan expression. “Eddie, don’t worry about it. I over reacted.”

He turned me towards him and cupped my face in his hands. He leaned down to be eyelevel with me. “Hey, it’s alright. Let’s just have a night in.” I smiled at his enthusiasm and nodded into his hands.

The rest of the night went by with Eddie and I lounging on the couch as we watched movies and played music. Eventually we closed up the house and moved to my bedroom.

It had turned to the wee hours of the morning and I sat on the edge of my bed as I set my alarm for the next morning to put the little turkey in the oven. Eddie flew into the room and jumped on the bed. “Why, on Earth, are you setting an alarm?”

“I have to put the turkey in the oven for a few hours tomorrow, and then we’ll let it finish at your house.” I turned back to Eddie and found him staring at me with eyebrows raised up under his bangs. I giggled and said, “Don’t worry, you don’t have to get up. Just me.”

I leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his soft lips. Just as I was going to pull away, his large, warm hands cupped my face and held me to him. My eyes fluttered closed and I melted into him. I moaned into his mouth and his hands moved to my hair.

His lips moved down my jaw and trailed wet kisses down my neck. I whimpered and said, “Handsome, we have to go to bed. Morning is going to come faster than we realize.”

Eddie hummed against my hot skin as his hands squeezed my hips. “Say ‘come’ again. It sounds so good when you say it.”

A gasp ripped through my lips and I wanted to give into him. It would have been so easy. Like breathing. But that little voice of reason shouted at me to remember that the alarm would go off in only four and a half hours. I took hold of Eddie’s hands and brought them up between us and began to kiss his knuckles, “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.”

I kissed each of his rings and another moan left him and I looked up to find his blown and hungry eyes watching my every movement. “If you keep doing things like that, I won’t be able to stop.”

Oh, how I wanted him to keep going. To just let go and have his way with me. The knot in my stomach twisted tight. God, it would be so hot. “Eddie, we need to sleep.”

He took a breath, deep into his lungs. He hung his head forward and said, “Alright, I just need a second.”

“Are you-,” I paused mid-sentence as I moved my eyes over his form. He held up a finger for me to wait. I scanned him over again and my eyes caught on the tent of his sweatpants. “Eddie,” I said softly.

“Nope,” he closed his eyes and held up a finger again. “If you use that tone, it’s not going to help.” He stood from his spot and took a few steps away. “You are just -,” he hummed as he worked for the words, “You’re just so irresistible.”

I raised a brow. Me? Irresistible? “I wouldn’t say that.”

Eddie spun around, eyes wide and mouth puckered like he ate something sour. “You wouldn’t say that? Let me put this in perspective for you, princess,” he said as he pinched his fingers in front of him.

I shifted and sat up straighter while I waited for him to go on. He looked at my change of position. My crossed legs and my hands pulled down the hem of my shirt to hide my sleep shorts between my thighs, which resulted in my chests being pushed up and on display. His eyes grew hungry again, but he held up his hand and made a flustered noise, before he turned away from me.

“You, are like a feast,” he continued, “A feast of all my favorite things. I could taste you every day for forever and you would still be my favorite-.” He paused and fisted up his hands at his side. “Nope, I’m trying not to think like that.”

I giggled.

A growl rippled from Eddie as he spun around towards me. “You are the hottest girl ever and you just are hot existing! Forget about it when you’re actually trying to be hot. Then-Then I’m lost in your,” he fell to his knees and waddled over to me to grab my legs, “I’m lost under your spell.”

Through giggles I took hold of Eddie’s hands and said, “I still wouldn’t say all that.”

A guttural yell erupted from Eddie and he flung himself back onto the carpet. He peered at me from his splayed form. “You really have no idea, do you?” I rolled my eyes; he was really going to keep going with this. “I think,” he paused, he moved so fast that I hardly saw him go from laying splayed out to kneeling before me again. Something sparkled in his eyes, “I think I’m going to have to convince you.”

His hands rested on my knees. My breath caught at the contact of his warm palms against my skin. His fingers trailed up my leg and my mind focused solely on his movements. My gaze was pulled into his deep umber eyes. The tips of his fingers flicked under the hem of my oversized shirt and played with the edge of my sleep shorts.

“We, probably, should go to sleep,” he said with a deep gravely tone. “But I think it’s your turn for a tutoring session.”

“What’s-um,” I stuttered, “What’s the subject?”

Eddie hummed as he leaned closer. “It’s a bit of chemistry,” he scraped his nails up under the edge of my shorts. “A bit of biology,” his nails trailed back to their original spot. “Then, maybe, a little exploration into life drawing.”

“I’d be shocked and appalled at that reference if I wasn’t so turned on right now,” I said breathlessly.

The chuckle Eddie emitted was dark and deep. His fingers stopped and I found his gaze. “If you want to stop, just say the word.”

If he had said that fifteen minutes ago, I might have stopped him. But after his fingers trailed a burning path of less than 12 inches up my thighs, my body was craving more of his touch. Even if I were to say stop at that very moment, I would have been up the rest of the night.

My fingers curled into his hair. “Don’t make me beg, Munson,” I pulled his face to mine and molded our lips together. A satisfied moan rumbled through him as he leaned up and deepened the kiss. He kneaded my shoulders, as if he was restraining himself from tearing the shirt off me.

He stood up from where he kneeled, hunched over so as not to break the kiss. I let him guide me back onto the mattress and ran my hands down his back and bunched the cotton into my fists. He helped me remove his shirt and immediately returned to my mouth.

My hands roamed the expanse of his back, my nails ran over the rippling muscles and a deep moan rumbled as his back arched into the touch. So slowly, Eddie raised his head and when he looked back down his eyes were nearly black with want.

“So,” he said, his voice seemed to have dropped an octave, “Where should we start?”

A shiver skated down my body and I said barely above a whisper, “What-what do you mean?”

He tilted his head and a smirk danced over his lips. “Well, as I said before I feel like I must go through how you are so enchanting. I can start with how I can never get enough of that tempting little mouth of yours.” He moaned as he ghosted his finger over my lips. They parted and I tried to arch into that touch; but every time I moved closer, he pulled his finger a little bit further away.

“Eddie, please,” I begged.

He tutted and moved to straddle my hips to keep me from squirming too much. The irony that now would have been the perfect time for those handcuffs resounded in the back of my hazy, lust-filled mind. “Excuse me, Miss Harding, I’m trying to teach you a lesson.” He leaned closer, eyes blazing, “You’ll need to pay attention.”

I whimpered.

“Now, where were we,” he mused, “Ah, yes.” His fingers trailed down the column of my neck in a slow torture. “Then I can go over how whenever your head tips back, I want to run my tongue down your neck.” Just as he finished his statement, I felt his hot tongue press to my overly sensitive skin of my neck. Then he nipped at my collar bone before he raised up to gaze into my eyes again.

His hot hands seared into my hips, under my shirt. His eyes never left mine and waited in silent question. I managed a single nod and his hands moved in a blazing trail up my sides, taking the shirt with it. My eyes fluttered in the sensations.

“I can also discuss how your waist just begs me to hold it every hour of every day. Whether it’s in a tender hold or in a desperate clutch of passion.” I moaned into his touch as he hands squeezed me. His hands stopped as they cupped the underside of my breasts and I squirmed; I wordlessly begged him to palm them.

He tutted into my ear. “We’re about to get to one of my favorite parts” I bit into my lip. If I could burst into flame, I would have in that moment. He chuckled darkly as if he could read my thoughts. “These stunning works of art need to be worshipped.” He traced his fingers along the underside of my heavy breasts and my breath came in pants.

“I could spend an entire afternoon either playing with them in my hands and fingers, or sucking your sensitive nipples until you’re a moaning mess.” I was nearly ready to scream when he flipped the cotton of my shirt over my breasts and the cold air hit them. A desperate moan escaped me as I flung back my head.

He’d barely touched me and I was approaching that delicious edge.

Eddie hummed as he took me in and began to roll my hardened nipples between his fingers. His mouth came down and took my right nipple, and his teeth scraped over the puckered bud. My body arched off the mattress.

His hand moved back down my side as he blew cold air against my breast. “But, while I love your breasts, our next topic is better than air, better than anything in the world.” His fingers slipped below the waistband of my shorts and were met with a pool of wetness; his eyes flashed to mine. “So wet, already, princess?” He tutted and my hips bucked up into him, as he still pinned me.

“Eddie, please,” I begged, “touch me.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he purred. In a swift movement he removed my sleep shorts and underwear and I was bare before him. Eddie dipped and his mouth attached to me and I arched completely from the mattress. A desperate cry tore through me. His hands took hold of my hips and pressed them back down so that he could continue.

His tongue flicked against me as one of his hands slid from my hip to the inside of my thigh. Then, one of his fingers pressed into me and he hummed. The hum echoed through my entire being and I reached down to tangle my hand in his curls.

Just as he added a second finger, he looked up to me and said, “The most delicious taste…” Then he returned to his work. I felt the coil twisting in my core. My fingers tightened and he moaned into me again. Upon that moan the knot snapped and I went careening over the edge.

Stars burst behind my eyes and for a moment I felt completely weightless. It wasn’t until I felt Eddie gently kneading my thighs and hips that I returned to the present. I looked down to his waiting warm eyes. His lips and chin glistened. I stroked my hand from his hair to his cheek. “I love you,” I said breathlessly.

He rested his head against the inside of my leg and said, “I love you too.”

I guided him up to my lips. I tasted myself on his lips and it, surprisingly, made my heart flutter. I tilted my head and ran my tongue over the seam of his lips. His tongue met mine and he wove his hands into my hair as he lined his hips up to me. My arms clung to him, craving to be ever closer to him.

He pressed into me and I stuttered a gasp against his lips. Eddie moved inch by inch until he was seated fully inside me. He paused as I adjusted to his size. The entire time his hands moved over my hair, and caressed my cheeks, comfortingly.

He pressed his forehead to mine and asked, “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I gasped. My eyes found his and I nodded my head in confirmation. “Yes, I’m ok.” I moved my hips against his to let him know that it was ok to continue.

His eyes screwed tight for a moment at my movement and his fists bunched in the sheets beside my head. Eddie pulled out, nearly completely, before he pushed back in and my eyes fluttered closed. His hand found my cheek and at the tender touch I forced my gaze to find his. “Stay with me.”

I gave a single nod and his hips began to pump faster and deeper. With all my might I kept my gaze locked with his as he pressed his forehead to mine and our breathless gasps shared the same space. My nails racked down his back, and in that moment, he pressed his lips to mine in a searing kiss that said more than our words ever could.

I felt something stronger than love, stronger than who we were in that moment. As his hands wove into my hair, I could have sworn, that my heart had stopped with the sheer passion that I felt from him, then restarted by his pure adoration. Time might as well have stopped still for us and the thread between us pulled taught.

One second, I was drifting between the pleasures that Eddie was giving me, and next I was falling like Icarus. I clutched Eddie to me as my body shook and with a final thrust, Eddie imbedded himself to the hilt and found his own release. His body shook over me and I opened my eyes just soon enough to see his face twisted into pure ecstasy.

I ran my hands over his cheeks as he pressed kisses to every available bit of skin he was able to reach on me. I felt myself saying something and I had to focus to realize that I was repeating his name, like a prayer.

He looked down to me and my heart skipped a beat. No longer did the earth hold my gravitational pull. No matter where I was it was always him. Even if we were in different worlds, it was always him. I realized that I would tear the world apart if I ever thought he was in danger or if anything happened to him.

Without moving from me, Eddie cupped my cheeks and whispered, “Penny for your thoughts?”

“You,” I said, “I’m only thinking about you.”

His face seemed to glow. His fingers brushed at my hair. “Don’t think too hard on that. Don’t want you to get nightmares,” he joked.

My heart tightened. He couldn’t bear to actually receive the compliment that he would rather joke about himself. “Never nightmares,” I whispered as I pulled his lips down to mine.

This kiss was gentle, soothing. It was a kiss that wasn’t meant to excite. Rather, it was a kiss that was meant to warm. I could have lived in that kiss for forever. But all too soon we pulled apart and Eddie, gently, moved to stand up and I clenched around the emptiness.

Eddie helped me up and began to look around my room for our clothes before he escorted me to the bathroom to get ready for bed again. When I came back into my bedroom, the bed was fixed from the disheveled mess it had turned into under our passion. Eddie was tucked under the blankets, bare chest on display as the blankets drooped at his hips, and his arm was tucked under his head.

“There she is,” he said. He held out a hand, beckoning me over. I crossed the room on still shaky legs until I crawled in beside him. Sleep was tugging heavily on me, especially after everything that we had done.

I curled up to Eddie and rested my head on his chest as my finger traced designs on his chest. “We have to get up so early,” I said absentmindedly.

Eddie chuckled and said, “Well, I guess you better get to sleep.” He booped my nose playfully.

I hummed sleepily and nuzzled into his warmth, “I was trying to when someone decided otherwise.”

Eddie hummed back and said, “I wonder who that could be?”

“Definitely some kind of crazy man.”

Eddie chuckled again, then wrapped his arms around me. “Go to sleep princess.” I nodded my head against him and before I could say anything more, sleep pulled me deep into unconsciousness.

*~*~*

I had cooked the turkey to the point that it was ready to remove the foil and crisp. The still covered bird sat in the back of Eddie’s van surrounded by the various pies and side dishes for the day. As we drove the ten minutes to Eddie’s the van filled with the smells of the food and we were both about ready to dig into the meal as we pulled into his makeshift parking spot.

We had loaded up our arms and took trips into the trailer as Wayne looked on with wide eyes. Once we were inside and the bird and dishes went into the oven to either heat up or finish cooking, we all found our seats in the Living Room.

Wayne sipped at his beer and said, “So, who’s idea was it for Beck to cook the whole meal?”

I looked between Eddie and Wayne. “Wait,” I leaned around Eddie, “did your nephew not tell you that I wanted to do this for you both?”

“He only told me that you wanted to cook what we were going to eat for the day.”

I shifted my gaze back to Eddie, brows raised, and if I was standing my hands would have been on my hips. Eddie held up his hands in surrender. “I told him what was happening. I didn’t realize I needed to go into detail.”

“Well, I’m sure, a little warning would have been appreciated,” I said.

Wayne chuckled and said, “Don’t worry, at least it’s a good surprise.” He looked to the corner of the room where the TV trays were propped up against the wall. “Besides, we have just enough trays for the three of us.”

The food was ready soon enough and we set everything up on the counter like a buffet. We all filled our plates and sat back down at our spots as we watched football. The television, mostly stayed on the Cowboys vs Cardinals game, but sometimes Wayne would flip to the Lions vs Jets game.

I didn’t much watch football but I loved watching Eddie interact with Wayne about a certain play. I was in the kitchen cleaning up and washing the dishes that we created when Wayne asked, “What’s your favorite team, kid-o?”

“To be honest, I don’t really have a team that I follow,” I rinsed off the dish in my hands, “But if I had to pick one, I’d say the New York Giants, just because that’s my dad’s team.”

Wayne nodded his head and took another swig from his beer. Eddie leaned closer and said, “He’s not saying anything because he’s upset that you’re not a Colts fan.”

“Now, you know that’s not true,” Wayne said without looking away from the television. I chuckled as I closed the dishwasher. “This young woman cooked us a wonderful meal and you’re trying to make me look bad.”

“Not at all, Mr. Munson,” I said as I came back around the counter and took up my spot beside Eddie, my legs tucked under me and my shoulder leaned against his arm. Eddie moved to wrap that arm around me and tuck me in closer. “Besides, I should be thanking you, again, for letting me join you two.”

“It’s our pleasure, sweet-pea,” my heart warmed at the term of endearment. I leaned into Eddie as Wayne continued, “You come over any time you want. This is the first year that I’m almost confident that Eddie will graduate.”

Eddie scoffed from beside me. I looked up from my drink and said, “Well, I sure hope he does.” I leaned into Eddie’s side and smiled up to him.

“It would only be because of you,” he said and placed a kiss on the top of my head.

I rolled my eyes and looked over to Wayne, “I’m sorry for the PDA. I’m sure you don’t want to see your nephew being all lovey-dovey.”

Wayne chuckled and said, “It’s fine. I’m just glad he has found someone.”

“You say that like you thought I would never find someone,” Eddie said as he clutched his chest as if he was wounded. I, once again, sat back and watched the verbal volley between Eddie and Wayne.

After a while, the trailer quieted down and only the sound of the football games filled the space. I nursed my glass of wine as I wanted to make a good impression on Wayne. My attention was pulled outside as I heard young voices yell.

I stood from my seat and peaked out the window. From across the way I saw three figures on bikes, waving their arms in the air, towards the trailer they were in front of. I knew those shouts. Eddie came up behind me and looked over my shoulder to see what I was looking at.

“What are they doing here,” he asked, also recognizing who the three people were.

“I was wondering the same thing,” I said and walked to the door. My hand rested on the doorknob as I turned to Wayne and said, “Please excuse me for one second.”

I was almost completely out the door when I heard Wayne say, “See, now son, that’s a polite young woman.”

I was still smiling when I made my way down the steps. I held up an air and called out, “Hey guys!” The three boys turned towards me with brows raised. “Happy Thanksgiving,” I said as I reached them.

“Hey Beck,” Mike said.

“Happy Thanksgiving to you,” Lucas said with a smile.

“You over at Eddie’s,” Dustin asked.

I chuckled. I wasn’t sure if I would ever get used to how they all pick up on each other’s thoughts and seem to finish each other’s sentences. “Of course, I’m at Eddie’s. What are you doing here?”

Lucas pointed a thumb towards the trailer behind them, “We’re trying to see if Max wants to hang out.”

I gave an exaggerated nod of understanding. “Would you guys like some pie? It might be good bribery for Max too.” I smiled between each of them.

Dustin’s eyes lit up and he quickly responded, “Yes, please.”

I chuckled and waved them to follow me. “Come on, I’ll wrap some up for you.” We made our way back over to the Munson’s trailer. The three boys stood up on the porch as I went in. The storm door allowed for them to see in while the front door was left open. I stood at the counter and wrapped up the rest of the apple pie.

“Hi Eddie,” Dustin called as he waved his hand excitedly.

Eddie stood from the couch, I smirked at his slow and exaggerate moves. I wondered why he was trying to act all intimidating with kids that have seen him nerd out to D&D. Eddie sauntered over to the door and said, “Hello boys.” He leaned against the door frame. “What brings you over here.”

“We’re trying to see if Max wants to hang out,” Lucas said.

“Then Beck offered us pie,” Mike finished.

Eddie’s head whipped towards me, “You’re giving them the rest of the pie?”

I walked over with the wrapped apple pie and said, “Just the rest of the apple pie. We’re keeping the pumpkin pie, and the apple crisp is still at my house.”

The three boys were trying to peek inside as they breathed deeply. “What did you make, Beck? It smells so good,” Mike said.

“Thank you. I just made a small turkey, dinner rolls, asparagus, mashed potatoes, apple pie, and pumpkin pie,” I said as I opened the storm door and handed them the apple pie.

“You made all that,” Dustin asked.

I nodded as Eddie wrapped an arm over my shoulders, pulled me close, and said, “Yes, this amazing woman not only carries all your asses in D&D and all of her classwork, but she’s also an amazing cook.” Eddie looked down and asked, “Are you even real?”

I grinned up to him and said, “Why don’t you find out, handsome.”

“On that note,” Dustin interrupted loudly, “that seems like our cue to leave!”

I chuckled as I leaned into Eddie’s side, “Sorry guys. I forget how much you hate any sort of PDA.”

Lucas held up a hand and said, “Hey, not all forms of PDA.”

“Yeah,” Mike added, “we all have girlfriends.”

“Yeah,” Dustin agreed, “it’s just weird when you guys do it.”

Eddie raised a brow, then flew though the open door and took Dustin into his arms and began to wrestle with him.

“No! No! Not near the stairs,” I shouted at them and shoved the pie into Mike’s hands. Eddie and Dustin stopped and looked over to me. I pointed to the lawn and said, “If you want to wrestle, walk down the stairs and pick it up on the lawn.”

They continued to hold each other as they squeezed down the steps together. Once on the lawn, Eddie made the first move and tried to move Dustin around in the hold. Wayne came up to my side and watched the two go at it. “What in the hell…”

“You can say that again, Mr. Munson,” I said. I glanced over to him as I said, “This happens at least once a week.”

Wayne’s brows rose just slightly as he pulled out a cigarette, then got comfortable to watch the show from one of the porch chairs. I sat in the chair beside him and curled my legs up to my chest. Wayne leaned over just slightly and offered, “I can bring us out something warm to drink. I’m sure we have hot chocolate somewhere.”

I smiled over at him and said, “That’s alright. They usually don’t wrestle long.” As I spoke, Eddie maneuvered Dustin into a headlock, and even with Dustin’s hyper flexibility, he was unable to get out of Eddie’s hold.

Dustin started patting at Eddie’s side to give up. “I yield,” Dustin yelled.

Eddie paused, without releasing Dustin, and said, “You promise to never disrespect my lady?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, I swear,” Dustin said.

Eddie paused and didn’t release him quite yet. Then, without warning let go of Dustin and backed up three shuffled steps. Eddie flashed a grin and said, “No one disrespects my lady.” Then he was sauntering up to me.

“Eddie,” I said exasperatedly, “They are young and were teasing.”

Eddie looked down to me and sent me a wink. “They need to respect their queen,” Eddie said as he remained in character. I laughed and stood up beside him.

I put on a mask of importance and, what I’d imagine would be, regal confidence. “Especially since I gave you pie,” I said, unable to hold back my grin.

After a minute of silence Eddie threw back his head and began to laugh. A stomach clutching type of laugh. The overcast light made Eddie’s dark curls glow like a halo around the outside of his hair and the inner parts were darker than night. His soft alabaster skin contrasted his curls and the dark clothing perfectly. He was so perfect that it made my chest hurt.

“Well,” Wayne groaned as he stood up from the chair, “I’d say this is my cue to head in.” Wayne pressed the cigarette out into the ash tray, then made his way inside.

I turned back to the boys and wrapped an arm around Eddie’s waist. Eddie’s arm wrapped around my shoulders and tucked me in tight to his side. “Alright,” Eddie said, “I should get Beck inside.” He looked down to me and tapped my cold, red nose. “If we’re outside any longer she’s going to start shivering and if that happens, she won’t be able to stop for hours.”

“Hey,” I protested and playfully hit Eddie’s chest.

“That’s alright,” Lucas said as he looked over across the road. We could see someone peeking out from behind the curtains. “We’re going to see Max, now, anyway.”

I smiled and waved them off. “It’s no problem,” I said and hugged myself closer to Eddie, “You guys have fun and we’ll see you on Monday.”

They all waved and said their goodbyes. Once they were walking up Max’s front steps I turned back to Eddie. He looked down at me with a smile, his face going from the leader of Hellfire to my sweet Eddie.

Mine.

Eddie was mine. I could get used to that thought. I was the one that he stared at gently. Everyone else got the rough exterior, and maybe a glimpse of the gentle young man hidden beneath. But I got to see all of this. He gave me the privilege of seeing his true self every day. How did I get so lucky?

“What is it,” Eddie asked as he tapped my nose.

“Nothing,” I said and wrapped my other arm around his waist.

My teeth chattered thrice. “Oh no,” he said and quickly wrapped his other arm around my shoulders, hugging me to his chest. He guided me back inside and kicked the door shut behind us. Eddie rubbed his hands up and down my arms to try and help me get warm faster.

After a minute, I looked up to Eddie and said, “Eddie, I’m alright. You can stop.” My body rocked with each rub of my arms. He kept going. “Eddie,” I protested between laughter.

Eddie’s hands paused and he held me in front of him. He bent over, so his eyes were level with mine, a lopsided grin plastered to his face. “Warm yet,” he asked.

His umber eyes pierced mine and my breath caught. “Yes,” my voice coming out as a whisper, “Extremely.” The grin turned feral and his gaze dropped to my lips.

There was a cough from the recliner. We both looked over and Wayne held up a beer in salute, “Still here, kids.”

“Sorry Mr. Munson,” I said with a cringe. I turned back to Eddie and hissed in a whisper, “We need to behave in front of your uncle.” Eddie began to laugh and I, playfully, smacked his arm. “Eddie, I’m serious.”

He pulled me down the hall, just out of Wayne’s sight, and whispered, “She’s so fierce when her modesty is in jeopardy.” My heart beat sped up. It was as if Eddie could hear it. He tilted his head, “Nervous, princess?”

I glanced back to the living room then back to Eddie. “We have to behave,” I whispered.

Eddie’s hands found my waist and he turned me down the hall. He took a step toward me, and I began to let him guide me backwards down the hall. My confusion must have been plane on my face because his smirk remained and he whispered, “I sure hope you can keep quiet. How embarrassing would it be if poor Uncle Wayne hears you.”

I swallow thickly as we passed through the doorway into Eddie’s room. Eddie nudged the door closed and sat me down on his bed. Slowly, he went over to the stereo and put in a cassette. Music filled the room and he turned on his heels back towards me.

Heat coursed through me like a wave. My eyes shot to the stereo, then to the door. Eddie stood before me and pinched my chin; the action dragged my attention back up to him. His gaze was burning. “Where is your mind wandering off to,” he asked deeply. I glanced back to the door then to Eddie. “Stay with me.”

I nodded and took a deep breath.

“Good girl,” Eddie purred and his fingers wove into my hair, “Just stay with me.” He inched closer, he never took his gaze from mine. I could feel the buzz between my lips and his when finally, he kissed me.

My hands gripped his arms and I hummed into the kiss. In that kiss I could imagine that one day we would have our own place. A place where we could live, enjoy each other, love each other endlessly. In that kiss, there was warmth and home.

I moved my hands up his arms and slowly wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled him towards me and I laid back on the mattress. Eddie moved his kisses down my jaw and neck. I panted in the heated space.

His calloused fingers skated up my sides under my shirt. “Such a good girl,” he whispered against my sensitive skin. I bent my knees and rested my feet on the edge of the mattress. Eddie rested in the space between my legs and hummed contentedly.

He brushed his nose up my neck and a shiver ran through my body. “Eddie,” I breathed.

“Sh,” he cooed. My heart was racing. “What do you want, princess,” Eddie whispered then nipped my earlobe.

A wanton moan escaped me and Eddie chuckled deeply. His chuckle vibrated through my body and made my core clench. Between pants I managed to whisper, “I – I want…”

Clack! Clack! Clack!

Both our gazes shot to the door. “Ed,” Wayne’s voice called from the other side, “Just turn down the music a bit.”

Eddie grinned down to me then yelled, “You got it!” He hopped up, moved over to the stereo and turned it down. “Better,” Eddie called back.

“Thanks,” Wayne answered.

It was silent on the other side of the door, and Eddie turned back to me. He slowly made his way back towards me, that grin found its way back to his features. “Now, where were we,” he teased.

“Eddie wait,” I whispered.

He immediately stopped. The grin disappeared and his entire demeanor shifted.

“I - Um,” I said quietly and felt a blush creep to my cheeks. I looked down to try and hide behind my hair. When Eddie remained silent, I returned my gaze to him. A worried look had replaced the heated one. His shoulders were slumped and his fingers twitched at his side. “Hey,” I said and held out my hands to him.

Eddie slowly came closer and placed his hands in mine. “Did I do something wrong,” Eddie asked quietly.

“No,” I said and squeezed his hands gently. I pulled him closer and cupped my hand over his cheek. “I just – The music is gone and I just don’t want Wayne to hear me,” I said. Even though I felt a blush heat my face, I refused to look away. Why was I being so nervous? Eddie has seen me more than anyone ever has and never judged me. A small smile came to my face and I tilted my head as I said, “Notice how I said, hear me.”

A small grin pulled at Eddie’s lips. He sunk to his knees before me and leaned into my hand still on his cheek. He closed his eyes and kissed my palm. The action so intimate that my stomach flipped within me.

“God,” I whispered as I committed this moment to memory. His long, dark lashes that brushed his cheeks; his full lips that rested in an easy smile. “I love you, Eddie Munson,” I sighed.

His brows pinched just slightly and his one hand moved over mine to press it into his face, and the other squeeze my hand that still held his. His breathing turned heavy and when he opened his eyes they shimmered with tears. “I-,” his voice cracked.

He closed his eyes, a tear slipped down his cheek. As it slid down that flawless cheek, I extended my thumb and swiped it away.

Eddie sucked in a shaky breath and continued, “I love you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you coming into my life. I never want to screw it up.” His lip quivered. “I don’t want to lose you.”

I slid off the mattress so I kneeled with him on his old carpet. Our knees touched and I moved my arms to pull him into a tight embrace. Eddie’s arms circled me and held on tightly. I held his head to the center of my chest and pressed my lips to the top of his hair. I whispered soothingly into his curls with each kiss. “You’ll never lose me.”

If it was possible, his arms held me tighter while his shoulders shook slightly.

“Even if the world falls apart, I will always stand beside you,” I whispered, “I will always fight for you, and I will never leave you.” With my lips pressed back into his hair I said, “I will always love you.”

Eddie took in a shaky breath then looked up to me. Tears streaked his cheeks and I wiped each one away with my thumbs. I began to kiss his cheeks where the tears were until a weak chuckle left his lips. “I don’t deserve you,” he said quietly.

“Sure, you do,” kiss to his right cheek, “Besides, shouldn’t I be the one to decide who deserves me?” I kissed his left cheek. “And I think,” I moved his bangs out of the way and kissed his forehead, “you’re pretty damn worthy.” I kissed the tip of his nose, then sat back to look into his eyes.

“You think,” he asked as he placed his hands over mine that still cupped his face. I nodded as a playful grin teased my lips. He took my hands in his and removed them from his cheeks. He brought them to his mouth and began kissing my fingertips.

After a minute, he just rested his lips against the tops of my hands and closed his eyes. Slowly, I guided him up from the floor and we crawled into bed. I lied back and rested against the wall and positioned Eddie to lay his head on my lap. From his bedside table, I picked up his copy of The Fellowship of the Ring and opened to the first page.

“Chapter One: A Long-expected Party,” I read aloud, “When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton.”

I held the book in one hand and the other combed through Eddie’s curls. As I read to him, I twirled his curls into perfect little ringlets, then brushed them all through and started again.

By the end of the second chapter Eddie was breathing heavy and had fallen asleep. I quietly closed the book and set it back down in its place. I continued to comb through his hair with one hand, while the other, I trailed my fingertips over his back.

The cassette had long run out and stopped, the sun set and the only light came from his lamp in the far corner of the room. I listened to Eddie’s slow, deep breaths and matched my soothing strokes to those breaths.

I wasn’t sure what took over, but softly I began to hum. As I hummed my own eyes grew heavier and heavier. Even when my eyes had shut and they refused to reopen, I continued to hum.

*~*~*

I was drawn awake and noticed that the room was dark and Eddie was crawling back into bed. My voice was thick with sleep when I said, “You ok?”

Eddie froze and in the moon light I saw his brows rise under his bangs. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

I hummed and nuzzled into the blankets that were wrapped around me. “It’s ok,” I mumbled, “Come cuddle me?”

A smile appeared on his face and Eddie tucked himself behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him I hummed as his warmth enveloped me. He pressed his nose into my hair and his hot breath fanned my neck. “Go back to sleep, princess,” he whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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God(hcs)

c!multiple x god!reader

notes: the reader will be the god of death to make it a little bit more spicy :). c!punz’s pronouns are he/they, i’m not sure about the others, but i know theirs. also why does ranboo take away my gender? /j

word count: 1,672

warnings: arson, violence, cursing, yelling, mention of death, voices in technos part, spoilers for wilbur if you haven’t watch tommy’s lore stream, revival for wilbur, making a religion, time travel, egg, prison, stealing, anarchy, playful name calling

Sapnap

so obviously y’all would be a great match :)

you have creative mode, so when sap would ask you to give him a lighter and tnt, you would GLADLY give it

also, can we talk about him being a nether hybrid

fire squared

like fires left and right, hide your mom and your children in your house lol /j

but besides the whole arson thing, you favor him above anyone else on the server

like if he asks for diamond blocks, well here’s a whole inventory of it, also, here’s some ancient debris and some netherite

if someone asked, you would probably grant them with poison and curses, just because you can’t be “unloyal” to snapchat

wouldn’t be lonely anymore

Dreamwastaken

this duo is less chaotic, but chaotic enough where people avoid you

he still asks you for stuff, but most of the time, you don’t give him it because he annoys you too much about giving stuff

“hey y/n/n, can i pretty please get some emerald blocks.”

“nope bitch, get it yourself.”

but sometimes, you grant him some op shit, when it’s your good day

“because i’m being nice, here’s some diamond, now, don’t ask me again you little piss baby.”

“shut your trap y/n.”

“or what homeless teletubby, what are you going to do to a god like me?”

“you hang out with technoblade to much.”

Georgenotfound

maybe the least chaotic duo

you guys keep on relaxing and relaxing until the point where you don’t do anything

he barely asks you for anything, but only when it’s really really important, like a house or build

especially when he was building his little cottagecore house, he needed your godly presence to help

“y/n, what should the roof be made of?”

“i suggest brick, it makes it more aestheticy if that makes any sense.”

also barely any drama or tea with you guys

never arguing and never betraying each other is a must

Tubbo

also another least chaotic duo

literally help him with his bee farm, he will (platonically) love you forever

gotta be close to ranboo, that’s the rule

gives him SO much stuff, he’s a precious boi 🙄

also gotta be close to tommy, but not as much unfortunately

you help him pick out things for builds, like what material clashes with another, etc

“do you think that the wool and the netherite blocks look good together y/n?”

“nah, what i suggest is the wool with the gold, it looks perfect.”

sometiems, gotta put him in check because he gets a little ego built up

you definitely yank his horn a little too hard because of your IMMENSE STRENGTH

“OW, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT Y/N.”

“calm down sunny, you were just getting a bit over your head a little.”

Tommyinnit

chaotic duo like sapnap

snaps at anyone who annoys you and vice versa

you give him EVERYTHING, obviously except op and creative

he tries to persuade you to do something, but dreamxd wouldn’t allow it, since he is the main boss

“come on y/n, give me op.”

“no tommy, xd will kick my ass.”

“pweaseee.”

“no.”

you would DEFINITELY help him with the Big Innit Hotel, making the whole layout and color palette.

both of you have an intense hatred for ranboo, since he “stole” tubbo away from tommy

Ranboo

least involved in everything

just stay in the tundra and drink some tea, and you’re good for all of your life

helps him get netherite all the time so your boii can get the good stuff 😬

when he mines to get diamonds, he literally prays to you

“y/n, if you’re listening, please give me a 6 vein, i desperately need it for my collection of diamond blocks.”

and THERE IT IS

more than a 6 vein actually, a 12 vein

guess he needs to pray to you more

daily tea sessions, to talk about the good stuff, and NO, and i repeat NO skipping

threatening to flick water on him check ✅

Wilbur Soot

literally you spoil him

not to be angsty, but when he died and lost his last canon life, you revived him instead of Dream

now he’s practically at your knees

like he’s thinks that he owes you, but actually that’s the opposite

he was revived because you were lonely, and wanted your best friend back :(

prays to you when he goes to bed

“hey y/n, hope you’re having a great day, (platonically) love you.”

“love you too mortal.”

sometimes, to be at the peak of godness, you shower upon wilbur as gold to symbolize blessings, like zeus did before

“omg y/n, what are you doing?”

“i’m trying to bless you, shut up bitch.”

just saying, he would make a religion about you :/

Karl Jacobs

omg don’t get me started on this

first, you wouldn’t codone him going back in time

he would definitely forget your name a lot, so that’s why you hated it

“hey karl, how are you doing?”

“i’m sorry, but do i know you?”

ANGST IS TOO MUCH FOR ME

you were definitely the one to push him towards sapnap and quackity

this is also another spoiled boi

give him the entire world while you’re at it pwease

he wants a few diamonds, nope, give him a chest full of them

Quackity

why are there so much chaotic duos in here?

literally chaos times infinity

energy to the max

literally, did you take an energy drink

grants him every wish he can randomly think off

“can i get a bucket with lava and a fish in it?”

“weird choice, but ok man.”

gotta be close to sap and karl or he isn’t your friend anymore /j

helps with las nevadas a lot, and definitely tries to rig the machines so you get money

“hey big q, i got 10,000 dollars.”

“that’s impossible... y/n, did you cheat?”

“nooo 😊”

help him preen his wings, and he goes “I LOVE YOU, MWAH MWAH.” obviously in his mind 🙄

Awesamdude

definitely helps him maintain the prison

you both love setting up red stone contraptions and pistons and all that giz

“hey sam, do you know where the redstone torches are?”

“yeah, there behind the pistons in the back.”

also you helped build the prison, since he could do that by himself

“are you sure that lava wall will work y/n, your calculations seem inaccurate.”

“i’m sure sam, this will add some more security to this goddamn server.”

nerd squared lol

BadBoyHalo

wouldn’t condone the egg

you warned him multiple times to get away from its grasp, but most of the times he’ll decline

“i won’t y/n, the egg is the future.”

he still, even after all the advancements, even after everything, he tries to ask you to join the eggpire

“come on y/n, you’ll like being with us.”

“i don’t wanna be on a stupid egg side, like let me crack the egg, i wanna eat it and turn it into a omelette.”

he doesn’t like that joke :(

but before he discovered the egg, both of you were joint at the hip

sight seeing was a must

languages being thrown around everywhere, since you were the little language muffin

Punz

steals stuff from everyone

hide your stuff, because the punzo-y/n team is unstoppable

definitely they can be really stubborn and indecisive

like one day, he will be like, “i need gold blocks.” and the next, “nevermind, i need netherite actually.”

like hon, stop switching

also anarchy buddies

burning down forests and buildings are your guys’s specialty

when you give him gold when they doesn’t ask, his heart goes brrr and his brain goes, “pog pog, they’re so cool, lets hug them.”

Technoblade

now this is the most deadly duo in the entire Dream Smp

better not piss you guys off 😐

he’s the Blood God, and you’re the God/Goddess/God being of Death

so if some occasion where you need to battle someone, like Techno’s enemies, *clears throat and murmurs Quackity*, you will obviously back your boy up :)

help him with enchanting and potions and he’s set for life

also you got have to be close to the great Philza Minecraft since him and Techno are buddy buddy

anarchy squared

helps with the voices since you have some of your own

“so what you’re saying is that i need to pay attention to them?”

“yeah, when i first learned that the voices were in my head, i tried to ignore them, but that sucked. so what i did was try to distract myself with various tasks, and that sucked.”

“so what do i do, you’re saying that i should listen to them, but how do i do that when they literally shout at me.”

“just embrace it, obviously when they do their little chant of blood for the blood god, you have to ignore them.”

“you suck at advice.”

Philza Minecraft

so since both of you resemble death, him being the Angel of Death and you being the God/Goddess/God being of Death, y’all are fucking best friends, platonic soulmates if you will

death squared

watch out, because if you piss them off, prepare to d-

gotta be close to Ranboo and Techno, and obviously others who he platonically likes

he doesn’t need to ask you for stuff, he’s the fricking Angel of Death, but he will ask you to preen his wings :D

“ow, not there y/n.”

“oh shut up grandpa, let me do it.”

“I’M NOT OLD DUMBASS.”

Dream XD

two gods at once, damn there is so much chaos

left and right, you guys are noticed by everyone, like purrrr

y’all would be in some fancy shit, to show your power

you would get jealous of him hanging out with george

“why are you jealous y/n?”

“you’re hanging out with george to much, hang out with me please :(.”

gifts are a must, even though both of you have access to creative

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noctumbra · 3 years

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being married to trucker!bucky and only being able to see him on weekends. lots of things to catch up, lots of things to make up:

because of his job, you can’t see bucky everyday

he’s almost always away for work; driving stark industries huge trucks, carrying important things from one city to another, it’s a hard job

you are able to see him on weekends since he has them off, but there are times where you can’t see him for two-three weeks straight

it’s one of those times: he’s been away for two weeks and you only saw him when he called you through facetime

you miss your husband so bad and he is coming back home today

so you prepared. of course

you cooked his favorite food, cleaned the already clean house, got waxed and showered and everything

he had called you and told you that he’d be home around the dinner time. you check time, impatient to see him. at seven-ten p.m., you hear the door opening and you screech happily

“bucky!” you scream and jump onto him. bucky laughs heartily, barely lifting his head before he’s knocked back a couple steps, closing the door with the force of your attack

“ohhh,” he laughs. his muscled arms wrap around you tightly as he holds you against him like he’s never gonna let you go. you sigh. you missed being this close to him, missed inhaling his cologne right from the source rather than his t-shirts. “oh, baby, i missed you,” bucky whispers in your throat, and you sigh again, nodding

“me too,” you whisper back. you hug him tighter and kiss his cheek. “i missed you so much.” bucky hums as he pulls back a little and plants his mouth onto yours hotly

both of you moan at the feeling. your lips sliding against each other smoothly, you plaster your chest to his and tighten your legs around his waist. you give way when his tongue licks your bottom lip as in to seek permission

“i hope you don’t have anything on the stove,” bucky murmurs, “because we aren’t gonna eat for a while, i’m gonna have my dessert first.”

you shiver and moan, nodding. “yeah─ we can. there isn’t─ yeah, please.” bucky humms again and runs his stubble covered chin on your tender skin. he drops his bag by the door and starts walking towards the bedroom with you in his arms

he dumps you on the bed, toeing his shoes off quickly, he crawls to you. “you have no idea...” he starts, his hands are on your ankles and trailing their way up. “no idea how much i missed you...” his hands disappear under your dress skirt, fingers grazing over your panty covered core. you sigh. “you’re so smooth,” he murmurs. “you got waxed for me?” you nod

with a primal growl, bucky ducks his head down to give you a kiss only to disappear under your skirt. his lips find your covered pussy and kiss you over it. you shudder and moan, hands clutching at his broad shoulders. his tongue is hot and wet through the thin fabric of your underwear, and it makes you whine

“hush,” bucky says firmly. you pant silently as he hooks his fingers under your panties and flicks them, ripping the thin fabric easily. you moan. you missed your power machine beast owning you in the bed, you missed having him clouding your senses fully. moaning again, your back arches as he licks a broad line from your slit to your clit, suckling on the nerve ball there

“bucky─” you gasp. bucky growls, his hands, now holding your thighs open, tighten on your flesh as a warning.

“i’m eating, babygirl,” he murmurs against your wet pussy. “hush.” you bite your lip to stop yourself from whining loud and long. his tongue comes back; licking, slurping all your juices; his lips closing around your clit and sucking...

you are slowly and deliciously losing your mind

“mmm,” bucky hums as the tip of his tongue slips inside of you just a tad. you throw your head back, nails digging in his meaty shoulders and your thighs tense under his hold. “taste as sweet as sugar,” he murmurs, now placing kisses on your wet and swollen pussy lips. he gives one more sucking to your clit, like he is saying goodbye─ then, he is out of under your skirt: face flushed, eyes dark, pupils dilated and his lips and chin covered in your juices

you feel your body heating up at the sight of your husband before you

bucky quickly sheds his t-shirt and lays on your body, caging your over-heated one under his. you shiver under his body heat. hands trailing every naked skin available, you hum appreciatively

“been missin’ you,” bucky murmurs against your jaw, his nose genty poking the sensitive skin there. you hum again. “been missin’ ya so badly, dolly baby. lemme take the edge, hm?” you nod, totally non-verbal now

bucky hums happily as he unbuttons his pants and pulls his zipper down, shoving the jeans and his boxers he has on down to his mid thighs. he flips you on your belly in one smooth move, and your breath hitches

you love when he manhandles you

bucky grunts as he covers your back with his big body, guiding his cock into your weeping pussy and sliding inside with a smooth thrust of his hips.

you moan while he grunts and growls. you can feel his rock-hard cock in you twitching madly, his legs are jerking at the feeling of your wet and warm pussy squeezing his cock rhytymically. you gasp when you feel him pull back and then slam back inside

“god,” he groans loudly, “i missed this, fuck.” he pants against your nape, his lips are right over your pulse as his hot breath lick your ear. you whimper and hold onto the back of his thighs tightly when he hits your sweet spot

growling, bucky loses the last ounce of control and he starts pounding into you

his hips are driving his cock in and out of you at a rapid pace while you pant against the bed sheet, hands tight and nails dug in his meaty thighs and ass. he’s groaning loudly behind you. his arms are circling your chest, holding you against his hot body, bucky slams into you without a care

“fuck, you feel so damn good,” he pants, his head falling between your shoulder blades and his thrusts become desperate

you know he’s close, hell, you are close, so you lift your upper body on your elbows. you wrap one of your arms around his neck, you guide his right hand on your breast

“been missin’ you so much, daddy,” you whisper, your head thrown over his shoulder now. bucky gasps. “been touchin’ myself at the thought of you pounding into me, giving me your baby, makin’ me a mama.”

“fuck─” bucky growls again, his hand squeezes your breast, his free left hand finds its way around your neck while his thighs get under yours, making you practically sit on his lap while he pounds into you with abandon

“you wanna be a mama, dolly baby?” he rasps, voice gone hoarse with lust. “you wan’me to make you a mama? wanna be full o’my kid?” his thighs smacking against yours, your pussy and his cock making obscenely wet sounds, you scream a ‘yes’

“yes, daddy! want that so much! wan’it so bad! please!” you beg, lost in the pleasure your husband is providing to you. you start to respond to his thrusts with your own small ones and bucky groand approvingly

“yeah, mama, fuck yourself back on my cock,” he murmurs hotly, “jus’ like that, yeah.” you moan, thrash and shudder violently under his pleasure filled assaults

his hand is kneading your breast harshly while the other hand on your throat squeezes a little tighter with each thrust that pushes both of you closer to the edge

“fuck, bucky, daddy, please! oh shit,” you gasp, “i’m close!” you cry out when the hand kneading your breast finds its way to your pussy and starts flicking your clit between its fingers. “‘m so clooose! ah, fuck─”

you come around him, hard. thighs shaking and twitching violently because bucky is keep hitting that spot and that spot is making your body jerk─

“ohhh, shit, shit, fuck,” bucky whispers harshly, pants, gasps and moans as he spills into you

you feel his whole body going taut, his arms tightening around you, his legs jerk again. he groans through his release. you can feel his come covering your walls and you smile, drunk in pleasure

“oh shit,” bucky whispers and chuckles

“hmm,” you murmur. bucky leans and kisses your shoulder, jaw and your cheek. “hmmm,” you murmur again and bucky sighs

“‘make me a mama’ hm?” he asks as he pulls out, dropping next to you and doesn’t waste any time to pull you against him. “you meant it?”

you don’t even have to think

“yeah,” you answer, “always wanna be one. you just make me want it even more,” you blurt and he chuckles. he noses your hair, peppers some kisses on your skin and hums

“guess it’s a good thing that i’m home for the next two months,” he says, and you squeal

“for real?” you ask him, turning in his arms to look at his eyes. they are shining happily as he nods. you squeal one more time and hug him as much as you can with your position

“yeah, dolly baby,” bucky murmurs gently. “i’m home now.” you sigh as he kisses you on the lips chastely. “we have a lotta time to get some practice in, since, y’know these things take time and─” you hit his chest, causing him to stop talking but start chuckling

“less talking more practicing, mr barnes,” you say and he looks at you, all amused and happy

“that right, mrs barnes?” he murmurs as he crowds you between his body and the pillows. “mmm, whaddaya say, shall we start now?” you peck him on the lips as you lift your skirt one more time

“thought you never ask, daddy.”

brb having a breakdown

#this was a request but i accidentally deleted it #so thank you nonnie for requesting this lol #trucker!bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes headcanons #blurbs

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eligaxy · 3 years

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Wind

☆ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 : Venti x gn!Reader

☆𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : near death experience, you’re confused asf about everything, bad writing cause i suck, spoilers for the we will be reunited quest!! And also for venti’s backstory, venti is serious for once (yes it’s a legitimate warning🤚)

☆𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 : Some angst, some fluff? Idk bye🤨

☆𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 : "It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask." (2.8k words)

♪𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 : i’m an idiot simp, i did this in one sitting and half asleep, english isnt my first language BLA BLA IM SORRY FOR MY POOR WRITING BUT HAVE THIS

basically you don’t know if you can trust venti or not, head says no, heart screams yes

Also, I was listening to stormterror’s lair ost while writing it, just because its fucking amazing, you might wanna listen to it too

I’m nervous to post this?/&:! This is the second fic i’ve ever finished in my whole life

i love venti and he’s hot in his god outfit i don’t make the rules

KAY ENJOY <3

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"Please, anybody... Just help me."

Saying you were exhausted would have been an understatement. After reuniting with your sibling, you had been frantically searching for clues about khaenri'ah and ways to Inazuma. With no luck, you couldn't find any traces of Dainsleif or of your twin. The ruins had been sealed and you had no idea what happened to the inverted statue or the corpse you had found there. Desperately, you clung into every little information you had, you would have turned every rock on this archon damned continent if you had to, which is what led you into those ruins near Guilli plains.

Walking along the destroyed buildings your eyes caught sight of a dandelion and you froze. You missed them so much, why couldn't they go back home with you? All you ever wanted was to be by their side why, why were they running away from you?

You remembered your travels, the moments you shared together, their protectiveness over you, the fondness in their eyes when you smiled at them. You remember the times you got hurt and healed one another with your now missing powers. You remember sleeping by their side and being grateful to the universe to let you keep your ray of sunshine everywhere with you. How ironic.

What had they meant 'once you reach the end of your journey' ? What does that even mean? Stupid twin, if they knew you were here the whole time, why hadn't they come to you? Why were they always leaving just when they were within your grasp? Why? Did they know how much you missed them and how much your heart broke when you finally saw them? Did they?

You only realized you were crying when a small gust of wind had your wet cheek react to the cold, breaking your train of thought. Wind.

The wind is everywhere, you think, free as a bird, always accompanying every citizen of this world, never truly alone. With this in mind, you resumed your exploring, slower this time.

A sigh escaped your mouth. You didn't want to admit it, but the wind did comfort you a little. Almost as if he was here. God of freedom and of the breeze, he was more a singer than a protector and you couldn't bear to think about him. Was it true? What Dain said... Did he destroy this nation? Was he the cause of the scenery that still haunted your nightmares up until 500 years later? Your brain simply couldn't accept that Venti, your Venti, you catch yourself thinking, could have made such an act of wrath. He was the epitome of freedom, why would he take the very thing he based all of his existence on from mere mortals? Barbatos simply couldn't be afraid of being overpowered, he didn't even care about power. All he wanted was freedom and happiness for his people. Surley this couldn't be right?

But then again, who were you to deny the wipe out of an entire nation? The gods did it. They were afraid that Celestia would be overthrown by the pride of humankind, the destruction of khaenri'ah by divine beings was a fact. There was no misunderstanding about this. That was the one thing you were sure of. So why did you feel like crying even more now?

The mere thought of a gentle soul such as Venti committing innocent people to an eternity of suffering didn't sit right with you. Even when his dearest friend Dvalin had turned against him, he didn't try to stop him, didn't even ask the dragon to save him. He healed and helped him, gave him a choice.

'What is freedom if demanded of you by a god?' was the same person that asked this question the same one who committed mass murder? Genocide?

Did the little wine-lover bard you had grown fond of destroy all hopes and light your kin had?

You remember that night when he freed Stanley from his burden, freed his and his friends' spirits. You had marveled at his action, in that instant he was a god, and he definitely hadn't struck you as a murderer. You remember that look of silent pain and grief in his eyes when he sang the tales of the nameless bard he had taken the appearance of. You knew he trusted you enough to share his story, something so personal, you could almost feel the war that took down the tyrant of Mond. Oh how much you cherished that evening, treating him to some well deserved dandelion wine afterwards, his favorite, and asking him to sing you more about the time where was nothing but the spirit of a breeze.

Your heart broke a little, remembering his rosy cheeks and drunk smile, you wish you could talk to him, ask him what happened. What did he do, was he really as dangerous as you had been told? If so, then why did you feel so good around him? Why did you feel like you could give hi-

You stopped walking upon seeing a ruin guard up ahead in the distance. You're so stupid, you think. Feeling this way is not gonna get you anywhere, especially with how the bard had been missing for a few weeks now. Ever since you had last seen your sibling.

Where was he, where was he wandering off to? You walk towards the disabled ruin guard, not really paying any mind to it, still thinking about the god you longed to meet with. If you could see him, what would you even say? Would he even answer your questions? Why did your stomach feel so light and funny when you thought about seeing him, why aren't you angrier?

You're almost at the killing machine's level now, so lost in your thought you don't notice the five other similar robots hidden behind a wall next to it. You notice them only when it's too late and you've already turned them on while thinking about examining them and collecting their serial numbers. When you hear the familiar tick of the mechanism turning on, you internally panic and think about running away only to calm down moments later and think to yourself that you can simply beat it and take what you came here for. Even if you are emotionally and physically tired, you can manage, you think.

That was before hearing five other consecutive ticks right after it, and all around you.

Turning around, your gaze falls upon the small army of field tillers. Fuck.

Paimon wasn't with you today, you had asked for some time alone which she hesitantly accepted, so you couldn't ask her to go fetch help. You would have been worried if you had all your capacities but with the state you were in, you were wondering how you were going to survive this fight. You were alone, none of your companions with you, and deeply weakened by the busy day you had and the few hours of sleep you had managed to steal away from the night. Was it today you would meet your doom, with all your questions and uncertainties unanswered?

You tried your best to fight with the strength you had left, but quickly grew desperate after what felt like hours of efforts to swing your blade and being able to only take one monster down out of the six. It didn't help that you got injured along the way, their blows becoming harder and harder to dodge. After being thrown on the grown for the third time, you understood you had at least two broken ribs and that your shaking legs would soon fail you as well.

Fear crept upon you, you would die here today, alone. Alone. You couldn't talk to your sibling after all, couldn't understand. You didn't even get to talk to him one last time. Him... You would die without the knowledge of the truth about your bard. You would die alone. You didn't want that, you couldn't look death straight in the eye.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

In Mondstadt, there was a musician, a weird singer everyone had heard about at least once. He lived off of his songs and was mostly known for having a great story-telling and being an alcoholic.

The number of people who knew the true nature of his identity were few and he was perfectly content with that. He didn't wish to be a god anymore, his gnosis had been taken away anyway and it's not like he had any power over the city of wind nowadays. Even if his people still worshipped him as Barbatos, it didn't sit right with him to be called a god anymore. It actually never did, he thinks to himself with a smile, he never really took any responsibilities that came with the divine title which is why he was so weak today. But it didn't matter to him, his smile turns into a soft giggle.

Sitting on a mill that was once born from his steps he looks fondly over the city he founded. Even if they were godless, the citizens were still thriving and free. He cared oh so very deeply about the place even if he rarely, if not never, showed the affection within his heart. He remembers the day he grew strong enough to dispel the storms over his actual Mondstadt, and made the weather gentle enough so that there was no need for fireplaces. Nowadays, he loves watching birds nest into the chimney tops and seeing them found their own home. It gave him a sense of belonging like no other, not above his people, but walking among them and watching them nest into this cocoon he created. He was proud of what happened to his land and would do it all over again if he had to.

Especially since it led to him meeting you. This thought doesn't catch him off guard, you often roamed around in his mind after all, and it's not like he didn't write at least three songs about you and your feat, your smile, your courage...

Ah there he goes again, rambling about you in a whisper. He turns around to the statue of him his people erected in his honor, chuckling at how they never made the connection with his signature braids. His, but not really his, since he had stolen this form from someone who was much more deserving of this power than him. Seeing his friend being honored with the statues of the seven around the land made him happy, he hoped that it was a good enough thank you gift in return for everything that the bard whom he couldn't even remember the name of anymore did for him.

Upon gazing at the statue, he remembered telling you of his long gone friend. It was the first time he had talked about him to someone else, he didn't even mention it to Venessa, she who made him believe in himself again. He could ask himself why, but he simply knew that you had something different, more than meets the eye. Perhaps it was because you weren't from Teyvat, or perhaps it was just you being as simple as your natural self but he was simply and utterly captivated by your being. You inspired him to no end, at first he thought it was because he had never met someone like you and he loved new things! But as time grew and he got to know you, he understood quickly the meaning and depth of his passions. He thought of it with a light chuckle, content with your presence alone. He really did need and want you around.

So why did he purposely avoid you like the plague?

The wind had brought to his ears that you had met with Dainsleif.

And your twin.

His first reaction was to search for you, talk to you, he wanted to be here to know what happened! You had searched so long, he couldn't contain himself, still listening to what the wind told him, he started running with excitement but... But wait, Dainsleif was... He told you what?

Oh.

So you heard about Khaenri'ah. He had stopped dead in his tracks and turned back, only sending a warm current of wind your way, hugging you from afar.

He wasn't ready to talk about this yet, not ready to face you and absolutely not ready to answer your questions. He was a coward, he thought, running away like that but what else could he do, really. It was only natural for him to be as uncatchable as air.

A sorry excuse to avoid the fact that even if his past had marvelous story like the one of the nameless bard, it also had its share of darkness, something he wasn't ready to dive back into. Especially not now when your arrival has been shaking this world up like it hasn't been since at least 500 years.

But oh, how he longed to see your face or to hear your voice. So he asked a breeze to report to him what you were up to, and where you were. Just in case! he tells himself, what if you needed help ehe? But he knows you're competent and you won't need the help of a weakling coward like him anytime soon. Or so he thought.

Because when the breeze only gives him a few words back, his blood runs cold.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

As you murmured these words in your desperate state, not really for anyone but yourself as a last resort, a prayer of some sort, you tried to stand by leaning yourself on your sword and failing miserably. You didn't dare look up as you heard the loud footsteps of the metal giants coming your way. It was over, and you barely managed to accept it.

As you rested your forehead against the cold handle of your sword, you closed your eyes, tears starting to make their ways out of your closed eyelids. All you could feel was remorse.

A soft breeze moved your hair slightly and your chest felt like a black hole had taken place where your heart used to be, regretting to not have been able to meet him under the tree at Windrise one last time.

The breeze quickly grew stronger, until it felt unnatural and you looked up from the ground, only to close your eyes again immediately when you realized the wind was too powerful for you to keep them open. If you had struggled to see though, you would have been blinded by the white light that soon illuminated the whole ruins. You didn't have enough time to register the situation when you felt a hand being laid atop your shoulder, snaking around your collarbones and pulling you back into... nothing? Another arm circled your weak form and a voice you immediately recognized said

"I've dealt with things worse than you, now crumble."

You realized that if you couldn't feel a chest behind you while still being embraced by his arms, it was because he was floating above you, and not standing behind you. A look in his direction confirmed your suspicions but what stunned you wasn't the fact that he was flying, but the attire he wore. Barely covering his body, a white set made of materials that seemed like clouds and liquid gold contrasted perfectly with his regular green clothes. His hair was glowing green and his eyes that were focused on the ruin guards up ahead had a marvelous shine that you had never seen before. He had that same aura he did the night he freed Stanley, but there was also something different about the way his hands gripped you a little too tightly or the way his voice sounded.

"Venti.." You muttered his name, relief and affection flooding you all at once, in his presence you felt as if nothing bad could happen to you. How foolish could you be, just a few hours ago you were speculating wether or not he had wiped out an entire civilisation and now here you were, being saved by him and feeling safer than you had in months.

"Close your eyes, I don't want give you a headache" he said, slowly floating legs first towards the ground. His unusually serious voice surprised you (and him) but you did as he told you. Letting go of your sword and leaning back into him, you let him deal with the monsters ahead of you.

"It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask."

Being protected by a god really didn't feel that bad. Especially when you were in love with said god.

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Thank you so much for reading whatever this is until the end :’)

Don’t hesitate to comment or reblog, tysm <3

Ps: venti loves u and so do i do pls take care of urself mwah

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact #genshin impact angst #genshin impact scenario #venti x reader #venti x traveler #venti x lumine #venti x aether #el writes♡

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pandafromcanada420 · 3 years

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Teacher au Sukufushi

CW: teacher x student, age difference, smut, daddy kink, slight degradation kink

Megumi was frustrated. Sexually frustrated to be exact. It had been weeks since his last good fucking, since the last time he thought he was going to pass out because he had cummed too many times. It was absolutely infuriating knowing that he’d gone almost an entire two weeks without a real dick up his ass or down his throat. And the only person to blame was one Ryoumen Sukuna.

The homeroom teacher had basically taken sex off the table in the last few weeks as finals crept closer and more and more paperwork was piled onto his desk.

Megumi understood, he really did, but that didn’t stop the burning ache he felt every time he saw his teacher at the front of the class. It’s like he was thrown back into his first year when Sukuna was some unattainable figure, someone he could stare at but never touch. It was agony all over again.

All he wanted was to be back in the arms of the one he loved.

And Fushiguro Megumi always got what he wanted.

It took no time at all to cook up a plan. Every day the teachers go to eat together, leaving one Ryoumen Sukuna alone in the faculty room (Sukuna hated interacting with the other teachers more than he had to). It would be easy to slip into the room and have his way with his teacher, they had done it dozens of times before.

So that’s what Megumi did.

He skipped his lunch period in favor of creeping down the hall and around the corner to the faculty room, where the door was left open just a tad, just enough for Megumi to get close and peek inside. The room was empty, the teacher’s desks all left cluttered with strewn about work supplies. The only person left stood next to the copier on the other side of the room, back to the door and absorbed in getting the machine to work.

Perfect.

Megumi was able to lower himself to the ground and awkwardly duck waddle over to Sukuna’s desk. As he moved the chair, Megumi caught sight of his long-lost thermos, the one Sukuna swears he couldn’t find around his apartment.

The sentimental bastard.

Megumi refocused himself, crawling all the way underneath the desk and replacing the chair so that he was completely hidden. “Stupid machine, taking forever to print out a few lousy pieces of paper.” Megumi could hear Sukuna’s agitated muttering. He couldn’t wait to fix that mood.

Sukuna pulled out the chair and promptly sat down, legs sliding under the desk and barely missing hitting Megumi. He could hear slurping from above him, Sukuna eating whatever he had packed in the thermos. Oh, Megumi would make him choke on his lunch.

Without hesitation, Megumi slid both his hands from Sukuna’s knees to his crotch. There was a loud gasp, followed by a curse then the wheels of the chair rolling backward as Sukuna ducked his head to check what had just touched him.

“Fushiguro Megumi, you little minx.” Sukuna breathed, visible relaxation coming to his face at seeing it was his beloved under the desk. “What are you doing? I’m trying to have lunch.”

“Well, I was about to have my own meal before you moved.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes. “What did I tell you about finals? I have to focus on getting everything prepared.”

Megumi leaned forward to better look at his teacher. “I know. That’s why I’m only going to suck you off, that way you can keep working.” He explained.

Sukuna smirked, obviously interested in the prospect. There was still hesitation though. Megumi could fix that.

“Come on, daddy. Don’t you want my pretty little mouth around your big, fat cock? I promise I’ll do a real good job. I’ll suck you /all/ the way down.” Megumi traced his finger down his throat to emphasize just how deep he’d take the teacher. Hell, he even batted his long eyelashes he knew Sukuna was an absolute sucker for.

“You drive a hard bargain, darling. How could I deny you now?” Sukuna lifted his head, double-checking there wasn’t anyone else in the room before making eye contact with the student, smirk gracing his face. “Go ahead, doll, get to it.”

No more encouragement was needed. Megumi reached forward, putting his hands back on Sukuna’s knees and slowly running up his thighs and right over the bulge that was Sukuna’s soft cock. Megumi gave the bulge a few rubs through thin slacks before finally undoing the belt buckle and unzipping the pants. As a precaution, Megumi only pulled Sukuna’s cock from his underwear, letting it flop out and gaze at it in it’s quickly hardening glory.

Megumi spit in his hand, making sure to make eye contact as he let the saliva drip between his fingers. Megumi could see Sukuna’s breath begin to pick up as he brought the spit soaked hand to the half hard cock. He gave a few pumps, loose and all wrist as he kept a strong look locked on Sukuna. Megumi loved watching the man lose his composure because of /him/.

He leaned forward and gave a few kitten licks to the tip of the now completely hard dick in his hand. Megumi allowed his tongue to play, dipping into the slit and down the shaft as Megumi’s hand kept twisting a loose fist around the base. Spitting and kissing, getting the dick nice and wet while he mentally prepared himself to choke on it.

When Megumi’s mouth was back on the tip, just sucking lightly, Sukuna’s hand came to grip the back of his head. “Come on, doll. What happened to all that big talk from earlier? We don’t have all day. Get to it.”

Megumi huffed, glaring at Sukuna as he complied, finally taking him into his mouth.

Sukuna was no average man, in any aspect, but especially when it came to his dick. No matter how many times Megumi had it in him, he was always taken aback. It was truly wonderful.

Megumi could already feel the ache in his jaw as he had to stretch his mouth wide to take the entire thing. Actively attempting to open his throat as he kept sinking lower and lower onto the cock, feeling it pass his uvula and enter his throat. Megumi gagged, barely able to cough with his mouth stuffed, soothed by a shushing Sukuna.

At long last, Megumi’s nose landed in dark, curly pubes. “Atta boy, Megumi.” Sukuna praised, gently petting the student as he adjusted to the intrusion.

Of course, Sukuna had no decency and when he deemed Megumi was more than accustomed, he proceeded to curl his fingers into Megumi’s hair and pull him off his dick only to force him back down. Megumi really did gag then, the sudden rough treatment not new or unwelcomed.

Megumi completely let his throat go lax, both hands on Sukuna’s thighs for support and eyes rolled to the back of his head. “What a good boy, you are, letting daddy fuck your face.”

Drool spilled from the sides of Megumi's mouth, actually dropping onto the floor below him. It felt so good to be used that Megumi just had to sneak a hand down into his own school slacks to free his own wet cock. Drops of precum dribbling from the tip and mixing with drool to make a small puddle.

“Fuck, look at you. You’re such a fucking mess. A real slut for this cock, aren’t you?”

Megumi moaned in agreement.

Sukuna continued to force Megumi’s head down, continued to punch his throat and bruise his mouth and absolute /use/ him. “Shit, you’re mouth feels so fucking good.”

Megumi moaned when Sukuna threw his head back, gripping his head with both hands now as he sped up the movements. “I’m so fucking close,” Megumi hummed, adding some stimulation for his teacher as he jerked himself off faster.

Just as Megumi was sure Sukuna was about to cum, the man stopped. Hands stilling Megumi’s head and sitting up straight in his chair. Megumi wanted to groan at the lack of movement. How dare he stop when Megumi was so close?

“Sukuna, lovely to see you here.” Came the voice of what Megumi would only guess was another teacher. “ I had a few questions about the upcoming exams.”

Sukuna cleared his throat, scooting his chair in further and crowding megumi under the desk. He was probably trying to hide Megumi better but in reality he was simply stuffing his dick deeper into the teen’s mouth.

Memgumi might as well have forgotten about the other teacher. He was too focused on the throbbing dick in his mouth. Caution to the wind, Megumi began to suck hard on the appendage. Humming and slobbering and absolutely devouring the thing.

A cough was heard from above him before a hand shot under the desk and forcibly held Megumi all the way down to the root, keeping him still. “I’m sorry, I’m pretty swamped with my own work right now. Why don’t you come by tomorrow and we can discuss this more.”

Megumi reached to rub Sukuna’s balls through the pants, causing Sukuna to cough again. “Are you okay, Sukuna? Your face is pretty red.”

“Yes, yes, I’m perfectly fine. Now leave me alone to finish my work.” Sukuna barked at whoever was in the room.

Followed was a huff, the sound of the door opening and closing, then an angry Sukuna rolling back in the chair and completely dislodging his dick from Megumi.

“You little slut. Couldn’t wait for one moment, could you? Couldn’t help yourself? Hmm?”

Megumi was lost in haze, no longer caring about the trouble they could have gotten in. “I’m sorry, daddy. Your dick is just too good. Please, daddy, let me finish. Let me finish.”

Sukuna sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “What am I going to do with you?”

He sighed again before placing a gentle hand under Megumi’s chin and tilting his head to look properly at Sukuna. “Open wide, doll. I’m gonna cum straight down that pretty little throat of yours.”

Obedient as ever, Megumi opened his mouth wide to allow Sukuna to glide his cock back in. Megumi gurgled, spewing more precum from his own cock.

Megumi sucked hard, bobbing like mad until finally Sukuna groaned loud and spilled into the back of his mouth and straight down his throat as promised. It was hot and salty and just what Megumi needed to finish jerking himself to completion, cumming all over the floor.

Sukuna pulled out, grabbing his chin and pointing Megumi’s hazy eyes to him. “Open. Let me see.” Megumi opened, showing his empty mouth. “Mmm, good boy.”

Slowly, Sukuna guided Megumi to his feet and stood him before the chair. He tucked the boy’s penis away and zipped him up then stood himself to look down at the student. He combed his fingers through Megumi’s eternally unruly hair then gave a tender kiss to the boy’s lips. “Go get cleaned up, doll. Class starts in a few. I’ll clean up here.”

Megumi whined, tugging lightly on Sukuna’s shirt. He didn’t want to leave the teacher’s side yet.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll see you after school. I mean, I still need to punish you for this little naughty stunt afterall.” Sukuna smirked.

#sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukufushi fic #ryoumen sukuna #sukufushi #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #fushiguro megumi #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi x sukuna #jjk megumi #Jujutsu Kaisen #Smut #jjk smut #fanfiction #fanfic

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sukifans · 3 years

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May I request a Zuko x Reader with prompt number 2 from the 50 cliché prompts? I'm desperate for some fluff

SWEATSHIRT // zuko

WC: 1.8k

PROMPT: “your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and i couldn’t help but steal it”

WARNINGS: none

A/N: if you want fluff you came to the right place—tooth rotting fluff is my specialty. the title may or may not be a jacob sartorius reference. yall remember when tik tok was music.ly?

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

Living with Sokka certainly had its ups and downs. On the one hand, he always kept things interesting—you never knew what you might come home to find, and he often made you laugh so hard you had tears streaming down your cheeks. He could also MacGyver just about anything that broke in your apartment (usually broken by him, however). You’d only had to call maintenance once, when you’d found him stuck under the kitchen sink, absolutely drenched, and shouting for help as water viciously sprayed from the pipes and the garbage disposal made some sort of ear-splitting shriek.

On the other hand, his mind moved a hundred miles a minute and he often forgot little things, like closing the kitchen cabinets or starting the dishwasher. One such thing he tended to forget was to finish his laundry. Often you’d find his still-wet clothes in the washer or his clean clothes in the dryer, having finished several hours ago. The two of you had worked out a deal: if Sokka did the dinner dishes and bought the snacks for Movie Fridays, you’d make sure the apartment ran smoothly despite his forgetfulness.

That’s how you found yourself dumping a load of his clothes onto his bed after finding them in the dryer while trying to do your own chores. You picked through the shirts and boxer briefs before settling on stealing a deep burgundy sweatshirt—an unspoken part of your deal was that if you found his clothes, you were allowed to steal a t-shirt or sweatshirt of your choosing because he knew you liked to wear the oversized tops on lazy days.

He came back later that night to find you standing in the kitchen, scrolling on your phone while you waited for your tea to steep. Your wet hair hung around your face and you wore the red hoodie with sleep shorts and thick, fuzzy socks.

“Hey,” he said, dropping his backpack on the ground by the door and kicking off his shoes.

“Hey.” You looked up at him as he bustled around the kitchen, tossing something into the microwave. “How was work?”

“Annoying,” he sighed in irritation, making you grin. He turned to you and frowned, reaching out to tug at the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “Where did you find that?”

“I stole it from your laundry, stupid. You left your stuff in the dryer again. I’ve never seen this one before, did you just get it?”

“Uh... yeah. Thanks for doing that for me.”

“Mhm.” You slipped your phone into the front pocket and cradled your mug. “Why do you ask? Do you want it back?”

“Nah, it’s okay. In fact, keep it. Red doesn’t suit me, I don’t know what I was thinking when I bought it.” He had a smirk on his face that made you very suspicious.

You raised an eyebrow while you slowly sipped your tea. “If you say so, Snoozles.” You flicked his arm as you passed him to retreat into your bedroom for the night. “Don’t forget to pick up your bag. And snacks for Friday night!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he responded through a mouthful of noodles.

You and your friends were gathered in the living room like every other Friday, this week to watch Jurassic Park (yet another classic that neither Aang nor Zuko had seen, much to everybody’s disbelief). Katara and Aang sat together on the armchair, Zuko sat between you and Sokka on the couch, and Toph sat on the floor with her back against the sofa next to her service dog, Badger. You had your legs thrown across the guys’ laps and all eyes (except Toph’s) in the room were glued to the screen. Well, for the most part—Zuko kept looking over at you all night. You tried to keep your attention on the dinosaurs, but you could feel him staring at you. Eventually you caught his eye and raised your eyebrows expectantly. He simply flushed and looked away. You furrowed your brow and turned back to the movie, pulling your hands inside the sleeves of Sokka’s red sweatshirt and sticking them in the pocket.

“Did you guys know that Spielberg wanted the raptors to be taller for the movie and then a few months after they wrapped shooting, paleontologists found a new species of raptor that actually fit the movie portrayal really well? They almost named it after him,” Sokka said with his mouth full of popcorn.

“That’s nice, Sokka,” Katara responded absently, obviously not listening.

“Yeah, and they made the T. Rex sounds with an alligat—oof!” He wheezed when you jabbed your foot into his stomach. “Asshole!”

“Pack it up, IMDB,” you huffed.

“I just thought it was interes—ouch, Toph!” he yelped when Toph punched his shin.

“Stop talking, I can’t hear anything!”

“Just watch it!”

“I can’t!” Toph barked. Sokka crossed his arms and slumped down, grumbling to himself. You and Zuko glanced over at each other and broke out in grins, pursing your lips to hold back your laughter.

As the movie progressed, you noticed the tension in Zuko’s shoulders. He had his jaw clenched throughout the whole scene with the kids trapped in the car with the T. Rex attacking. You nudged him with your knee and he turned to look at you.

“You scared, Zu?” you teased in a low voice, leaning forward to squeeze his bicep. “You want me to protect you from the dinos?”

He rolled his eyes but still lifted his arm, inviting you sit up and tuck yourself into his side. As you leaned against him he seemed to loosen up, settling into his seat and resting his head against yours. Sokka noticed this and looked around Zuko to waggle his eyebrows suggestively and very conspicuously, making your face heat up in embarrassment. Unfortunately, the idiot had caught wind of your crush on his best friend and had been relentlessly tormenting you about it ever since. You glared at him until he sat back, looking disgustingly smug.

After the movie finished, everyone got up to stretch and refill their drinks before the next one started. While talking with Toph in the kitchen, you noticed Zuko standing outside on the balcony by himself. You excused yourself from the conversation and made your way out to him while all your friends hooted in the background. It seemed everyone knew about your attraction to the boy, except for the boy himself.

“Hey,” you said softly, stepping outside. He looked around at you and gave you a small smile that made your head spin. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “just getting some air. It’s getting hot in there with everyone in the room.”

You nodded and stood next to him to lean against the railing. After a few beats of silence, you could feel his stare on you again. You met his gaze curiously. “What’s up, Zu? You’ve been looking at me all night.”

“Nothing, it’s just—“ he narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side as if inspecting you “—is that my sweatshirt?”

You frowned. “No, I took it from Sokka.”

“Lying bastard.” His eyes widened at your offended look when you rounded on him. “Not you! I—um, it is mine. I gave it to Sokka the other day and when I asked for it he insisted he already gave it back to me. The fucker gaslit me over a sweatshirt.”

“Sounds about right,” you giggled. “I’m sorry. I’ll give it back before you leave.”

He pulled at one of the drawstrings. “You can keep it, if you want. It’s, uh—“ he cleared his throat “—it looks better on you.”

You stood facing each other now, barely a breath away from being chest-to-chest. “I can’t take your sweatshirt.”

“You take Sokka’s all the time.”

“Yeah, because he always forgets his laundry in the machine. He owes me.” Zuko laughed a little at that, still fiddling with the string. You could feel your heart racing at his proximity. He sucked in a breath and seemed to brace himself for his next words.

“I kind of like how you look in my clothes, though. Might have to start leaving my stuff around here so you stop wearing Sokka’s.” The confidence in his voice was betrayed by the rising blush on his face that surely rivaled your own as you stared up at him with wide eyes.

Your lips parted to speak, but no words came out. All you could squeak out was a soft, “Zuko,” when he raised his hand to brush a loose piece of hair back behind your ear. You felt frozen, rooted to the spot, when his fingertips grazed your cheekbone. His hand lingered there, palm radiating heat into your already flushed cheeks.

“I—“ he pulled his hand back and chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly “—sorry.”

“For what?” you asked.

“I don’t know.” You grinned at each other and in that moment it could’ve been just you and Zuko left on the planet and it wouldn’t’ve mattered; everything you wanted and needed was right there in front of you, if you were bold enough to take that final step toward it.

“Zuko—“

“Hey, we—oh!“ Both of you whipped your heads around when the door slid open to reveal Aang standing there. His whole face went red and he laughed in embarrassment. “Sorry! Just wanted to tell you guys we were gonna start the movie, but no rush! Take your time!” He started to back away and you felt yourself release from Zuko’s magnetic pull now that your small bubble had been invaded.

“It’s okay, Aang.” You smiled gently at your friend and started to make your way back inside. “We were about to head in anyways.”

Aang shot Zuko an apologetic look before nodding and hurrying away. Zuko couldn’t find it in himself to be bitter about the ruined moment when you reached out towards him and gazed up at him with those warm, bright eyes. “You coming, Zu?”

“Yeah, right behind you.” He took your outstretched hand and laced your fingers together, squeezing his palm against yours.

Maybe you weren’t the last people on Earth, and maybe you hadn’t taken that leap just yet, but something between you two shifted and finally clicked into place out there on that balcony. Everything would work out just fine—he knew it in the way you kept your fingers slotted perfectly between his as Jaws played on the television, and in the way you quickly rose onto your toes to press a kiss to his cheek in the hallway before he left. He couldn’t wipe the dreamy little smile off his face for the rest of the night, even as he laid awake in bed thinking about you.

Yeah; everything would be just fine.

ATLA TAGS: @hotgirlazula @octophopi @simpinforsukka @protect-remus @akiris @sunflowerazula

ZUKO TAGS: @fiantomartell @avatarayeaye @hypercakeiii @sher-lockedmarvel @emeraldpotato @september-ctd

#zuko x reader #zuko x you #zuko x y/n #prince zuko x you #prince zuko x reader #zuko fic #zuko fluff #zuko #mine #requests #avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar fic #atla x reader #x reader #zuko imagine

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bartistic · 3 years

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Bruce Goes To The Market!

knife tw, food cw, incredibly dumb self-indulgent concept cw, outsider (oc) pov

It is universally acknowledged that a cashier possessing free time, will be in want of an extra task to fill that free time. At least, that’s what James’ managers seemed to think. Privately, he agreed, as he found restocking the shelves to be a most agreeable pastime, one that could in fact suck up hours of his eight hour closing shift.

He was in the soda aisle, debating whether sparkling water belonged with seltzer or with the rest of the store brand items, when he noticed a broad-shouldered man in sunglasses and a Gotham University sweatshirt, inspecting the selection of diet tonic water and looking utterly flummoxed. Customer in need of assistance!

“Hi, how are you doing tonight? You need help finding anything?” Mentally, James winced at the preppy-ness of his ‘customer service robot voice’ as his favorite coworker Stephie liked to call it. Luckily, he’d thrown his voice out enough screaming to Queen karaoke the night before that his voice stayed in the normal octaves rather than shooting into the stratosphere. The man straightened up and looked down towards James, who suddenly felt very short in all of his 5’9” glory. (Well, 5’8 3/4” but who’s counting.)

“Yes, actually. I’m new to the store, could you direct me to where the soap is?” Oh god. Of all the things it had to be the one item James swore was never in the same aisle twice.

“Of course!” He lied through his teeth. “Here, right this way.” Turning, he set off towards the general direction of where the soap tended to lie, with a variation of four different aisles. Luckily, the first aisle was correct, and he watched, intrigued, as the customer gave a thorough inspection to at least 14 different bars of soap. “Anything else I can help you with?” He added, as the man finally selected a bar and placed it in his basket. The man looked sheepish.

“This is actually the first time I’ve been in a grocery store. I’m not usually the one doing the shopping. My—the person I live with gave me a list, but I honestly don’t know where or even what half of these things are.” He held out a grocery list, scrawled in an elegant cursive. It was double-sided. James checked the front of the store, where the other cashier was engrossed in his phone while trying not to appear engrossed in his phone. It was an hour and a half until they closed, and he was pretty sure there was only one other customer in the store at most.

“Sure! Alright, so our first step should probably be to hit the deli, seeing as they have the longest wait times.” After walking the man through ordering Roast Beef, Prosciutto, Pastrami, Swiss, Havarti, Gouda, and Picante Provolone (what) they moved on to the canned goods. “We should probably grab a cart, I don’t think that basket’s going to be able to hold all of this.” Turning into the canned goods aisle, James sighed.

“Caution: Hazard Detected! Precaución, ¡Peligro Detectado!” The store’s resident useless robot assistant was stuck in place, screaming at a small bit of an onion peel that had fallen to the floor.

“Batsy, I swear to god.” James went over and kicked the peel under one of the shelves, pressing the button on the robot to reboot it.

“...Batsy?” The customer sounded somewhere between bemused and amused. Perhaps just ‘mused.

“Yeah, it’s our obtuse robot that only sees what’s right in front of it and makes a big fuss over literally nothing. It can’t even clean anything up, and the few moments there actually is a spill it just skids through it and makes it worse. Technically corporate calls it Patsy, short for Patrick, because we’re Patrick’s, you know? But since this is Gotham, we call it Batsy. Short for... Batrick. I’m not the one who came up with the name, that honor goes to my coworker Stephie. She’s, uh, not working tonight.” James internally began banging his head against the shelves. Why. Was. He. Like. This. “So, do you know what brand of chickpeas your... roommate wanted?”

/ / /

Finally, after another 45 minutes of shopping, they were ready to check out. James noticed the shift had changed while he was away. “Alright, so I can actually take you at this register over here, ‘cuz I’m still logged in and all.” He gulped as the customer began to load up onto the belt. This was... a lot of food. He’d scanned around a quarter when he officially ran out of room, turning to bagging instead. “Let’s get you another cart, actually, so we can load into that without squishing what you haven’t unpacked yet.” He moved to go grab one, but the customer was faster, jogging back with another cart before he could even finish bagging all the protein shakes. There were, admittedly, a lot of protein shakes.

Scanning the meat-substitutes, James scanned his own mind for an avenue of conversation. “So, you mentioned that it’s your son who’s the vegetarian. How old is he?”

“He’s 13. It’s not religious or health-wise or anything, he just really loves animals. Our house is practically a zoo on a good day, and that’s not even counting all his siblings.”

“Oh, how many kids do you have?” It had to be a fair amount for it to be ‘all’ his siblings. The customer opened his mouth as if to answer, then shut it again. He seemed to be thinking. Did he... not know how many kids he had??

“Legally I have... fffffour? Five? Yeah... that sounds right.” James tried to hide the bewildered expression in his own face, but he must not have been doing it well. “That makes me sound like such a bad father. No, I promise, I love them all, I just have quite a few of their friends living with us as well, and I’ve known those kids long enough to feel like they’re my kids too. Not to mention the whole difference between the ones I’ve adopted, the one who was my ward who I then retroactively adopted, the one I’m fostering, and the one who is legally an emancipated minor. And... the one who. Is no longer with us.” James blinked. That was indeed complicated.

“You must have a lot of love in your heart,” he settled on, finally.

“I just h— Oh, #%*$.” The blueberry container had burst open, all over the floor. James internally groaned.

“Oh no! Sorry about that, that’s the third one tonight. The packaging is just... not great. Do you want me to go get you another one?”

“No, I can get it. Thanks though.” The customer gingerly stepped through the minefield as James power walked to go get the clean up supplies. Six feet away, Batsy was screaming at a blueberry.

“Eat your heart out, Mister Miyagi,” he aimed a light roundhouse kick at the button to reboot the robot. Batsy got two feet before it encountered another world-ending-threat, danger level blueberry. James sighed and went to go clear that area first.

/ / /

Finally, almost everything was scanned. James was scanning the bread and rolls as the customer fit all the bags into the two carts, like an expert game of tetris. There were a few hiccups where James had had to explain that you probably shouldn’t bag Raid with milk, or that it was a good idea to double bag heavy items, or that you should wait until the end to put the eggs in (and there were a lot of eggs. Gaston-levels of eggs. Probably to be expected with that many kids in the house. Hah. eggs-pected.) But by the end they were working like a well-oiled machine. James bagged the last item, hit the button to total it, and watched as the customer realized he forgot his deli items.

“I’m just gonna— gonna run and go get those real quick. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Can you fill out the charity question real quick though? Th...thanks.” The customer was gone before James could question him on the fact that he’d used the custom amount option to apparently donate $1k to Gotham General’s children’s ward. It was... probably a mistake, but he’d wait around to check. He turned as he heard the beginnings of a commotion behind him, from the one other customer in the store. This guy’s whole aesthetic just screamed gross, from the white-boy dreads to the Blue Lives Matter gaiter mask. It looked as if he was having trouble at self-checkout. James was about to head over to help when his coworker passed him. He turned back to keep an eye on the clock. 10 minutes until closing. Please come back with the deli items soon. He heard an aggressive murmuring that sent chills up his spine, a distinct feeling of Not Right Bad. He turned back to where his coworker was engaged with helping the other customer. His coworker who was... very pale. Frightened. The customer whose hand glinted silver with... oh #%*$, that’s a knife. Not Good Very Bad... oh hell no, you are not hurting my coworker on my watch.

“HEY #%$&FACE, EAT BEANS!” As the aggressive customer turned to meet the container of garbanzo beans that was currently hurtling towards his face at the maximum speed a theatre-kid-who-never-did-sports could throw, the world seemed to throw down. Faintly, James could hear rational thoughts pounding at the door to his mind, begging to be let in. Thoughts like ‘They’re definitely going to fire you for attacking a customer’ and ‘They’re definitely going to fire you for cursing in front of a customer’ and ‘They’re definitely going to fire you for damaging the merchandise’ and ‘You can’t even throw a ball to save your life, there’s no way that’s going to hit him.’ Praying to Freddie Mercury, Elton John, and all other things holy, James watched as the beans sailed through the air and struck their target true— albeit a little lower than planned.”

Grossface automatically brought his hands down to protect his nethers, apparently forgetting that their was a knife in his hands. He let out a second agonized howl as he stabbed himself in the balls. Blindly, James groped around for more ammunition. Holding out a zucchini as threateningly as he could, he watched as the would-be aggressor ran out of the store as fast as he could with both hands clasping his junk. “Are you okay?” He asked his coworker, feeling his voice echo through the suddenly very-quiet-sounding store. She nodded mutely. He nodded back, then turned back to his register and oH shit there’s His Customer, holding the deli items.

“Nice shot.” Okay, this time he definitely sounded amused.

“I... am so sorry about the beans, I can get you a refund on those or I can go get you some more or—”

“No need, they definitely went to a good cause.” The customer grinned and held out the deli items. Faintly, James began to wrestle with the bag to get to the barcodes. Finally, everything was scanned, for good.

“Alright, will that be everything?” The clock read two minutes until closing.

“Yes, that should be everything. Again, thank you for all your help.” James watched as even with the membership points taken off, the total soared to over $750.

“Alright, your total is... $754.33, here’s some coupons and a survey slip. If you fill that out you get entered for a drawing to win a $500 gift card. Which... I don’t know that you’d need, but. Why not.” The customer reached into his wallet and counted out 5 $100 bills. Then he pulled out a black card. He paid off the total with the card, then handed the bills to James.

“Here you go, I wasn’t sure how much you tip cashiers.” James opened and closed his mouth a few times, like a fish.

“People don’t normally... tip cashiers...” and especially not HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS.

“Oh. Well, you were a good cashier. You deserve it. And here—” at this he pulled a crisp business card out of his wallet. “At Wayne Enterprises we could use quick-thinkers like you.” Pulling down his sunglasses, he gave a quick wink. James waved absentmindedly as BRUCE #%*$ING WAYNE walked out of the store. He looked down at the business card. Written upon it were the words: “Call here for an interview, mention Malone and they’ll know I sent you. Best of luck with the current job— BW”

James sat down. The clock was 10 minutes past closing before he remembered to look at it. There were a million thoughts running through his head. Oh my god I joked around to a billionaire. I cursed in front of a billionaire. I chucked a can of beans into a man’s nutsack in front of a billionaire.

But oddly enough, the only question that remained at the top of his mind was this:

This is because I have black hair and blue eyes, isn’t it.

#batfam #batman #bruce wayne #crack fic babey #my writing #written over the course of 2 hours following an 8 hour shift #shameless self-insert time

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headinthestaticsky · 3 years

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The Dusk Calls for me: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 15 FINALE

AUTHORS NOTES: This is a long one folks... hope you like it.

ALL THE CHARACTERS IN TWILIGHT DO NOT BELONG TO ME! ALL RIGHTS GO TO STEPHENIE MEYER!

WARNINGS: Violence

“Before you slip into unconsciousness I'd like to have another kiss Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss.”

Crystal Ship by: The Doors.

POV: BELLA’S

I slowly opened the ballet studio doors, I peaked around each side of the room before entering. It was quiet, and I didn’t see mom anywhere the entire room was void of people.

“BELLA? BELLA? WHERE ARE YOU!?!”

I knew it, I knew Fleur was wrong... mom was here!

“MOM?”

“BELLA!”

“I’m coming mom!”

I ran to the end of the studio and opened the door, my heart sunk into my stomach... It was a TV, of an old home video mom took of me when I was a kid.

“Oh there you are! What are you doing in here?” My mom said.

“Mommy, I suck.” I said back to her, she gasp.

“You do not suck!”

I heard a laugh, it was deep, my blood had run cold, I knew who that voice was. My breath had started to stutter, but I face him. His body was imprinted on every mirror in the room.

“That’s my favorite part... You were a stubborn child weren’t you? Hmm?” James walked up to me, he petted the side of my head before pushing me against a wall.

“S-she’s not even here.”

“No.” He pushed his face closer to mine, breathing me in.

“I’m sorry... but you really made things too easy for me... so to make it up to you. I’m going to make a little film of our time together. I stole this from your house... I hope you don’t mind. And... action. Oh, this will just break Edward little heart.”

I glanced up, I thought my mind was deceiving me... I saw Fleur, she was holding a rock in her hands. She brought her finger up to her lips and silently shushed me.

“Ed-Edward has NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS.” I said, I pushed myself up but I was pushed right back against the wall.

“Oh but he does, his rage will make for a much more interesting sport than his feeble attempt to protect you... and let’s continue.

“HEY!”

James turned around, before he could say anything a rock was thrown right at his head. His skin had a slight crack in it... he looked pissed. When he turned back around to me I sprayed him in the eyes with my pepper spray. I took off Fleur waiting for me halfway in the room. She grabbed my hand and made a rush to the door but James jumped right in front of us. He grabbed me and threw me into a glass podium. He then turned toward Fleur, a deadly look was in his eyes.

“BELLA!” She screamed.

POV CHANGE: Fleur

All the fear had left my body as soon as I saw him... it was as if adrenaline had taken over me. I threw that rock with all my might, hoping to damage him in someway. I saw the slightest crack on him, and I got him to divert his attention toward me for a second. Bella and I then ran for the door but James got in our way. He threw Bella into a glass podium and then turned around to face me. The fear still didn’t enter my being, I was beginning to wonder if I had a death wish at this point. Before I could react James grabbed me by the back of my hair and turned me around to face the mirror. He slammed my head into the floor. He lifted my head back up and made my look at my now bloody appearance in the mirror.

“Jasper... he is just as pathetic as Edward... he left you this, fragile, idiotic human... He didn’t have the strength to turn you. You make this hunt much more...fun.” He licked the side of my head, drinking my blood in the process.

“You think your so amazing? I’ve seen the way you hunt and track people... It’s mediocre at best.” I spat back out, I could hear Bella groaning in pain in the background.

“How have you seen me? If I sensed you were there I would’ve eaten you up too.”

“I’ve had dreams, I was in that slut of your’s body Victoria... I saw how you hunted, it’s pathetic.”

“...You’re lying...”

“Oh yeah... does this sound familiar to you?”

“It’s always the same, inane questions. Who are you?”

“What do you want?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“James... let’s not play with our food.”

“How in the hell could you be able to do that...You’re human, nothing more, nothing less.” James said, his grip tightened on my hair, he teeth were clinched. He was seething in pure anger.

“That doesn’t matter...” I said my dark brown eyes glaring back up at him through the mirror.

“All I know is Jasper is going to kick your ASS!”

James dragged me away from the mirror, bringing me to Bella. He then set the camera down and grabbed both of our legs. Breaking them instantly Bella had started to scream but I held it.

“It doesn’t hurt...nothing is cracking... nothing has broken.... I will not give him that satisfaction of him knowing he hurt me.” I thought.

“Tell them how much it hurts.... tell them to avenge you!”

“NO EDWARD DON’T”

“That means you too...tell poor ol’ Jasper how much it hurts.”

I didn’t budge, he then let go of Bella’s leg and grabbed both of mine, He hurled me threw me through one of the mirrors. A large piece of glass was impaled into my side he then dragged my through the glass, my back getting cut along the way. He then dropped me and turned to go back to Bella but before he could someone had knocked him out of the way. I then heard a bang against one of the mirrors.

“You got here first... because your fast than the others... but not stronger.” James said.

“I’m strong enough to kill you!” He then kicked James back, I couldn’t tell where though. The room was starting to spin, It felt like I was floating. I could tell who it was though it was Edward, he looked between Bella and I not knowing who to go to. He turned his head to me before muttering a “I’m sorry Fleur” to me.

This was it, I was going to die here...Edward was going to take Bella and leave me here. I saw him jump up in the air toward a window but James had grabbed him and drug him and Bella back down to the ground. I was gasping at this point, the pain and loss of blood was starting to take it’s toll on me. I heard Bella scream in extreme pain, I knew James had bitten her right then and there. I couldn’t even say anything, I had blacked out. Muffled screams and voices had come into my sense of hearing. I woke up after being shaken by someone.

“Hey, hey, darlin, look at me. You’re going to be fine.”

“J-jasper?” I said... I didn’t recognize my own voice, it was weak and frail.

“Yeah, it’s me... you need to stay awake for me okay? C’mon let me see those beautiful eyes huh?”

My eyes opened slightly I could see the blurry image of a fire with Alice, Dean and Emmett fighting for something to go in it. I felt a gigantic pressure on my side and hissed. I began to fade out again.

“Hey, hey... c’mon keep your eyes open... you have to stay awake! You can’t forget about what you told me in your room that night...

I weakly grabbed his hand, squeezing as tight as I could.

“Jazz, y-you need t-to go... my blood, you can’t be comfortable right now. He ignored me and continued in on his rant

You told me you’d live... that no matter how much you got hurt... you would live, you would still be human. You can’t break you promise on me now... you need to stay awake. Fleur? FLEUR!”

My world faded to black again, the sound I heard was the beeping of a machine, it smelt like I was in a hospital. My eyes twitched and I heard rustling on the side of the room.

“Petal? Are you waking up?” It was my dad’s voice... relief filled my body, he was okay. I finally opened my eyes, they were burned by the bright fluorescent lights in the room.

“Dad?”

“Hey petal, you feeling okay?”

I tried to sit up but, a stinging sensation on my side made me lay back down.

“I’ve been better.”

“When I got the call from Jasper, my heart dropped... I didn’t think I would ever see you again.” Dad said, he grabbed my hand and held it tightly.

“I’m here... just a little beaten up right now.”

“Jasper has been here ever since you came in, he hasn’t eaten or drunken anything... in 3 days. I’ve tried to get him to eat something but he would budge. You picked a good one Petal, I’ve never seen so much dedication for someone before.”

“So, you aren’t mad at him?”

“Not at all, Edward on the other hand... he needs some work.”

“A lot of work you mean.”

He chuckled

“Yeah, you got that right.”

“Is Bella okay?”

“Yeah she’s fine... she told me what happened. She said you were chasing her down a flight of stairs in the hotel when she tripped dragging you down with her... and then you both went through a window! Do you remember any of this?”

“Nope, none at all.”

“They said you lost a lot of blood due to a piece of glass stabbing you on the side, it was close to hitting the side of your lung. You got stitches over there.”

“Oh, that explains the pain then.”

“Yeah...”

“I can’t wait to go home... I miss it there... and I miss my bed too.”

“The rooms ready for you Petal.”

The hospital room door opened, we both looked up and saw Renee looking in on us.

“She wants to see you.” She then closed the door behind her, not even acknowledging me.

“Well I see she hasn’t changed much.”

“Yeah... not at all.”

“I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with her dad.”

He turned and looked at me, and then he smiled.

“It’s worth it for you.”

“I love you dad.”

“I love you too.” He then left, leaving me alone in the hospital room with Jasper.

“Hey Jazz.”

“Hi Darlin.”

I opened my arms, inviting him in for a hug. He accepted the invitation immediately.

“I’m so happy to hear your voice again love.” We pulled apart, now facing each other.

“I’m happy to be alive, to be able to see you again. Did you guys get James?”

“Yeah, we got him, boy you should’ve seen Emmett and Dean... they were brutal.”

“I couldn’t of imagined how you felt... I’m sure my blood made you uncomfortable too.”

“You’re the one in the hospital bed... and you’re worrying about me? You did the same thing in the studio. You told me to leave, that you didn’t want me to be uncomfortable around all your blood. You are something special my love, purely amazing.”

“Of course I worry about you Jazz...I love you.”

“I love you too Darlin.”

TIMESKIP: Two week later.

Getting back to Forks was amazing, I never thought I would be so happy to see that small town again. The first week back was rough, I could hardly move, the pain was unbearable at times. The second week was a lot better but, Bella and I haven’t talked much since our fight. The tension was back... and I knew I couldn’t trust her anymore. She was too selfish, too self absorbed, she would risk me and everyone around her just to save herself and Edward. Rosalie and Alice visited me whenever they could and today, the were helping me get ready for prom. I didn’t think I would be able to go but, the pain in my side was nothing more than a annoying throb.

“You guys really don’t have to do this you know...”

“Yes we do, besides I picked out the dress and I want to see you wear it.” Rosalie said.

“I’ve always wanted to do your makeup and hair... and since I’m here, you can’t stop me now!” Alice exclaimed.

“Alright, alright, make me beautiful!”

A few moments had passed and my make up and hair were done, I was impressed. They really knew what they were doing. I quickly changed into my dress, this was the most beautiful I had felt in the past 2 weeks.

“You look beautiful.” Rosalie said, she looked at me through the mirror, a smile was on her face.”

“You better go, Jasper’s waiting downstairs with Charlie...”

“Okay, okay, thank you guys.”

We all three hooked arms with each other and made our way downstairs. Jasper and Dad sat up walking toward the stairs, they both smiled at me.

“You look gorgeous.” Jasper said.

“Thank you, you look great. Just ignore the cast... it’s a lot...”

Jasper wrapped his arm gingerly around my waist and kissed my cheek.

“You two have have fun, stay safe.” Dad said.

“We will dad.”

Rosalie, Alice, Jasper and I all made our way outside, Emmett and Dean were waiting for us.

The drive was nice, it gave me a sense f peace after everything that had happened to me. I wish I could keep this feeling this forever, I felt safe, loved. Jasper had helped me out of the car and guided me through the front of the building. We got our pictures taken and made our way inside... it was a bit chaotic. I looked around and saw Angela and Eric, she looked at me and waved happily. I of course, returned the gesture. I then saw Jessica with Mike, she was posing and taking pictures. When she saw me I gave her a thumbs and mouthed,”You look incredible.” She mouthed back, “you do too!”

“Come with me, love.” I heard Jasper say, he pulled my attention back to him.

I he pulled me towards the outside of the building, it was secluded. The lights from the inside and the gazebo gave it and warming glow. He turned to face me and grabbed my hands. He pulled my on top of his feet and then began to dance.

“This isn’t how I exactly envisioned this moment but, the one part I knew would happen is still here.” I said.

“And what would that be?”

“That I’d be dancing with you.”

“Looking you over, and you don’t know my name yet.

By the time you looked away I already knew I couldn’t fake it.

I got this need for you, forming in my beating heart.

I knew the meaning right away, when only yesterday were worlds apart.”

“I’m glad I got to be apart of it with you.” Jasper said

“I do too, the happiness you’ve made me feel, is always the best I’ve ever felt.”

“You brought me back to life, love.”

“And you brought even more life to me.”

“I think I may love you,

If you give my sometime,

Maybe you’ll love me too.”

“I got this need for you, if you come closer I can whisper in your ear.

And if you wanna walk away

I’ll tell you all the things I know you’d wanna hear.”

“You know... I was talking with Edward he told me some things about Bella.” Jasper said.

“What would that be?”

“Bella is in desperate need to become a vampire now.”

“Wow...”

“So I wanted to ask you... are you in desperate need to become one too?”

“ I mean... I would love to spend eternity with you but... it’s way too soon for me to change. I’m not ready to leave dad yet...”

“That’s a relief to here love.”

“If I were to get changed so soon... It would have to be because I’m about to die... I won’t do it any other way.”

“I promise I won’t change you unless I absolutely have too.”

“I’ll come closer,

To you if you

Come over

I know we’ll go farther

Farther with you

With you I’m in warm water swimming down.”

“I love you Jasper Hale.”

“I love you Fleur Swan.”

“With you I’m in warm water swimming down.”

Warm Water by, BANKS.

END OF BOOK 1

#jasper hale x oc #jasper hale #rosalie hale #jasper hale x reader #edward cullen #alice cullen #esme cullen #emmett cullen #carlisle cullen

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unholyplumpprincess · 3 years

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Too Many Clothes

For Anon who asked: "You've got too many clothes on" with junkrat x reader? You're writing slaps 👏👏

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!!!Minors and ageless blogs dni or you will be blocked!!!

Fandom: Overwatch

Relationship: Junkrat/Reader + Mentioned Roadrat

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, reader is gender neutral and has a vulva and breasts but no gendered terms used, Junkrat is poly and is in a relationship with you AND Roadhog

Words: 900

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For someone like Jamison, going slow wasn’t really in his dictionary. Fast, hard, love too rough- Mako would be the first to tell you that Jamison didn’t go about playing games. If he knew he wanted something, or someone, he wouldn’t be shy about it. You’d learned about that rather quickly after the duo had joined, read more as ‘persuaded into with money and shelter’, Overwatch. You had been one of the mechanics to help work on things such as battered armor, vehicles, weaponry, and anything else that may need a helping hand.

Little to your knowledge, Jamison had been absolutely enthralled with your help on his tire. A little tweak here and a little there of the crude yet ingenious machine and he was leaning over your workbench with hearts in his eyes at your face smeared with grease from your rubbing at your face.

~Rest under the cut~

Wooing you was funny, you imagine, considering you didn’t understand his flirts were genuine and thought he just thought it was friendly banter. You’d seen how he talked about Mako, big and animated and delighted over his partner. And you’d seen how Mako reacted to his antics- it was rather sweet. You didn’t think there was room for you, nor did you understand if it was genuine.

So, by the time Jamison had shoved flowers picked from outside into your chest and announced that he’d like to take you out on a date with his cheeks red and eyes looking everywhere but you? Why, you were definitely thrown for a loop.

You’re glad you said yes, though.

You find very quickly, as mentioned before, Going Slow was not really in his dictionary. But, ‘Respectful’, was.

But, oh, the first time he had his mouth on you and was growling in your ear to keep making that sound you were making? Well, it was hard to ignore the burning in your belly for him.

And just as equally now.

You’re leaned over your workbench, Brigitte’s shield piece lying to the side with a piece of shrapnel lodged through the energy field keeping it open and unable to close. It’s what your project had been for the day, until you felt an equally warm and cold hand sneaking up your shirt from behind and sliding up your sides up to your chest. Not that you didn’t already hear him approaching, nor is it not like you didn’t EXPECT what he was going to get up to.

Horny bastard.

“Jamie-” You hiss lowly at the coldness of his right hand, huffing when his hips press at you from behind. You hear his telltale giggle in your ear, nosing at the back of your neck as his hands come to your chest and give a good squeeze. “Did you seriously come all the way down here just to-” Your breath hitches when his hands squeeze just right to catch your nipples, making you arch back into him and earning you a nip on the tip of your ear, “t-to see if you could score a quickie?”

“Is it working?” He murmurs behind your ear, kissing down over your neck as his hands slide down your abdomen shamelessly to tug at your hips to get your ass to grind back into him. He has to hunch over you, his height always making him loom over top of you even now. Another giggle blossoms from his throat as his hands skim over the line of your pants, not dipping any lower until you give the smallest nod and let his fleshy hand dip down until it can wiggle between your legs.

“Ohh, it IS working! Ya all wet already?” He laughs behind you, high and gleeful as his hand palms at your mound, fingers messily trying to find something to touch before two fingers slide easily into your lower lips to frame your clit.

“Ya’ve got too many clothes on-” Jamison huffs, pulling his hand out of your pants so he can whip you around and press you back against the bench. With surprising strength, he pulls you right up and onto the workbench, working at your zipper and button and yanking your pants down with your underwear to hang off one leg. “There we go! Much betta.” His eyes are alight with mischief, your own cheeks flushed as you turn your head a bit to the side almost shyly as he drops to his knees.

His flesh hand, warm and inviting parts your lower lips. His eyes are two mini flames soaking you up as he absentmindedly licks his lips before beaming brightly up at you like a dog allowed to have its first treat. “Yeah, this’ll definitely be a quickie. Just look at how ready ya are!” He trails off into a high pitched giggle, scooting closer and being mindful of his prosthetic lest you send him to Angela for the second time this weak for breaking something loose.

Jamison’s laughter is only slowed when he gets his mouth on you. Licking at you sloppily with his one hand keeping your lower lips parted and his cold, metal hand holding onto your thigh to keep you grounded. One of your hands rests over your mouth, the other on the top of his head and using your thumb to rub at a bald spot near the side of his head that makes him always make a silly little drooling face.

You hear a muffled titter, followed by a soft hum of approval and a wet, solid suck over your clit that has you shaking already.

Yeah, definitely a quickie for you- but you’ll see how long he can last without begging to get his dick wet.

#Junkrat #Junkrat x Reader #Overwatch #bendoverwatch #nsft #lemon #drabble #princess writing

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achliegh · 3 years

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Golden

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

@clearsuitcasecookienerd helped me out with this one!

For some background:

Leo is a bull rider as a side hustle.

His parents breed Tennessee Walking Horses ($$$$$)

His father died when he was 16 so he dropped out of school to help his mother and cousins run the ranch.

During the winter The Ranch hands take over the Ranch so Leo and his Mother can go visit family all over the country. During the Summer Leo and his cousins handle the ranch.

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Prologue:

Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy

And James was thrown off the mechanical bull for the third time! It seems as though no one on the team could stay on that thing long enough to win the prize of a free beer tab. Finn and Logan were standing hip to hip, forearms resting on the short fence surrounding the mechanical bull in this crowded bar. They were passing a cigarette back and forth as they made fun of Thomas and James as they rode this ferocious animal on the beginner setting.

They just got done for the day at a training camp designed to make them more agile on the ice, only the wingers and centers were there. It was being put on at the old professional hockey rink in New Orleans so it can get some use. The only reason why they choose this hick bar is because it was close to the rink and apparently LGBTQ+ friendly because some kid comes here and gets in fights with people who are homophobic.

A true hero.

Finn and Logan have been friend with benefits since college, did they plan to fuck again tonight? Yee-haw! They both had feelings for each other but refused to admit them because that's the one thing you aren’t supposed to do in a friends with benefits situation. Not fall in love. Everyone knew they were completely head over heels for each other but everyone also knew something was missing for them to be able to work. Usually they only talked about their feelings when they were angry.

Everyone in the bar was friendly, all locals too, so they would tell fun stories about what has gone down in this bar. Two names that would come up frequently and always together were, Leo and Clayton. Apparently, they are best friends and the most beloved frequenters of the bar. Yes, they were undersage. Yes, they did like to fight. No, no one snitches on them. Yes, Leo is a gay boy and Clayton is a Bi boy and they ran this town.

Both are apparently from very rich old parents who only ever had one child, so they treated each other like brothers. No one messed with them. Don't forget they know how to have a good time. Finn had squished his hand into Logan's back pocket while they listened to the local next to them at the fence talk about the two boys.

Then the double wood door to the bar was slammed open, two very tall specimens sauntered in, there was whooping and hollering as they walked past people. Tipping hats and throwing winks. The local leaned over and whispered to Finn and Logan who took a glance at the door and then back at the bull tossing their friends like a fucking salad.

“Speak of the devils.” Logan's attention was brought to the two men when they hopped over the fence to help James stand back up and dust him off. Cracking jokes with him, while the other went to the machine panel to change the setting. Logan took in their appearances.

The one with James had caramel toned skin with black coily hair under a dirty baseball cap. He was very well built and looked like his muscles were made of rock, Logan guessed he was around the same height as Finn. He was wearing a black shirt with the sleeve cut off low enough to show off his abdomen. He had on some dark dusty jeans and brown square toes boots, looks like he just got off work somewhere dusty. The man looked up to check out the crowd of newbies to the bar and Logan took note of his dark dark brown eyes, which landed on him and he saw the man smirk a little before leaning over to James to ask for the names of Finn and Logan. Rolling his eyes a little he decided to look at the other man.

Oh my.

Logan felt like he had been punched in the gut, this man had soft blonde curls wrapping around the rim of his old baseball cap that's backwards on his head. He was also tan but looked more golden like he was tanned under the sun. He couldn’t see his face from under the man's hat but he could see his hard muscles from under his incredibly tight tank top. He too was wearing jeans and square toed boots. Logan could tell this guy was taller than the other and he just wanted him. The veins in his arms and the strength of his hands made his grip tighten on his drink. He knew Finn was looking to by the way he could feel his hand flexing on his ass.

There was a song playing in the background that portrayed exactly how they felt.

“SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY!” The bar cheered as the blonde boy swung his leg on the bull and grabbed the handle, nodding at his friend. The bull started thrashing around and all Finn and Logan could focus on was the way this guy isolated his body so the top half of him barely moved while his hips rotated with the machine, smoothly. As the bull got faster the tighter the guy gripped the handle the more veins showed in his arms. Logan took a drink while Finn took a drag.

When the man was finally flung off, he had won what Thomas and James were trying so desperately trying to win. When the man stood up he was right in front of Logan and Finn. Logan just about spit out his drink when he saw this man's face. Like it was chiseled from fucking god, dimples, electric blue eyes that shot electricity to their groins, sculpted eyebrows and a scar on bridge of his nose. He smiled and his teeth were perfect beside a chip on his left front tooth.

They had to have him. After hours of teasing looks and sexy line dances, which was a sentence Finn swore he would never say, they finally got this angel of a cowboy into their hotel room. His name was Leo, and god damn was he packing.

He was fucking into Logan as the smaller man fingered Finn open and sucked him off at the same time, Leo shifted a little to hit Logan's prostate, a loud moan was heard from around Finn’s cock. Logan pulled off of Finn and Pushed back on Leo like he couldn’t help it, catching Leo by surprise and asking him to pull out. Leo did because he was a literal angel.

Leo sat back on his heels and smoothed his hands over Logan's hips with a worried look in his eyes. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” His voice was heavy with lust and worry, that thick southern accent caused the other two to groan.

“Don’t you remember what song was playing when we first saw you?” Logan and Finn were now on their knees facing each other but looking at Leo with hungry eyes. Leo looked down as he thought for a moment, then it dawned on him. He looked up at them and smiled a little shy, he was about to say something but he was pushed back to lay down. He shuffles a little to get more comfortable, Finn and Logan both mentioned that they were switches so he had no clue what to expect when two extremely sex hockey players asked him into their bed. Clayton was jealous.

He groans as he feels Finn grind back onto his cock, he looks up at the red head and smiles Finn is definitely enjoying himself. Leo placed his hands on Finn’s hips to help him sink down on his cock, furrowing his brows he tries his best not to fuck up into Finn as he gets used to Leo. Which they did mention Finn hasn’t bottomed in a while but he really wanted to with Leo and that made him feel special. Leo opens his eyes from when he scrunched them shut to control himself, he sees Logan watching Finn and stroking himself. An idea comes onto Leo’s head, tapping on Logan's arm he wraps his hand around his bicep and pulls him over to him.

“How about you ride my face, sugarbug? Hmm?” Leo is pulled into an intense kiss as Finn finally sets a comfortable pace of fucking himself down on Leo. Logan maneuvers himself so he is straddling Leo’s face and facing Finn.

Leo grabs Logan's hips to pull him down on his face, nipping lightly at his rim he smirks at the shiver he feels from Logan, hearing the smacking of kisses he knows they are desperately close already. Leo starts working Logan open with his tongue as he plants his heels on the bed and fucks up into Finn. The boys are moaning his name loud enough he bets the people in the room next to them are hearing everything. Leo is getting close and he knows Logan is barely holding on, plunging his middle finger and tongue into his smaller lover, hitting his prostate head on, he feels Logan clench around him as a wet heat is felt on his chest.

Logan Moans out Leo’s name and then Finn’s as he pulls the red head into a sloppy kiss as Leo keeps his rhythm with Finn, fucking him steady and deep. Finn changes the rhythm and starts moving faster, desperate for that release. Logan reaches between them and starts to jerk Finn off in time with his thrusts, after a few strokes he feels Finn spilling into his hand. Leo groans and bites down on Logan's left booty cheek as he muffles his moan when he releases into the condom he's wearing. Resting his head back on the pillow he feels logan crawl off him.

Finn pulled off him and collapsed onto Leo’s chest with an oof. Leo chuckles and runs his hands through Finn’s hair, mesmerized by the red flowing through hands. He just wanted to hold these boys close and relax, which he hasn’t done in a while. Kissing the top of Finn’s head he hears a cute whimper from the man on top of him. Hiding his laugh in his hair Leo looks up at Logan who wanders back into the room with a warm washcloth. He slaps Finn’s ass causing the man to jolt and glare at Logan.

“Excuse you, I was being snuggled by a hot cowboy who just fucked the life out of me.” Leo laughs as Finn rolls off him, Logan tries to hide his smile but fails as he wipes the other two down. Hopping on top of them and wiggling his way between them and smiles.

“Well I want to cuddle the hot cowboy who just ate my soul out of my ass.” Leo laughs again and shakes his head wrapping his arms around bothering them.

“Shh! I want to silently cuddle with two hockey players who I just had the most intense orgasm with!” They all laugh and fall into comfortable silence with comforting touches and caresses until they fall asleep.

When Finn and Logan woke up in the morning Leo was already dressed and writing his number on the notepad next to Logan’s phone. He turns to look back at the bed and smiles when he sees the boys both sleepily reach for him. He crawls on the bed still having not put on his boots yet and gives them both a sweet kiss goodbye.

“Text me or call me anytime you want to talk.” He whispers to them as he pushes some hair out of Logan's face and rests his forehead on Finn’s cheek. He crawls away shoving his boots on and walking out the door. Morning chores need to be done.

They all felt it when Leo left, cold.

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #james potter #thomas walker #Clayton Bruss #o'knutzy #o’knutzy #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast

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austarus · 3 years

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Frost/Caitlin Snow x Reader - 5 and 7

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to its rightful owner.

*I’m not dead, however, I’m slowly trying to get back into writing. I’m so mentally and emotionally exhausted from my uni and classes. I’m just so tired. I just want winter break to come. My professors and university don’t really care about doing their jobs correctly or compensating/accommodating the students during the stress of the pandemic. It’s harder at the hospital I work at. Break is coming soon and I have so many fics planned.

Word Count: 2453

“So, cutie, when are you going to tell them?”

You yelped in surprise at the source of the voice. Turning around you saw Frost leaning against the doorframe of your room. “Tell who- What- How the hell did you even get in here?” You raised an eyebrow at her while she strolled in and plopped down on your bed. You had no idea why she kept calling you pet names.

“I picked your lock.”

“Of course, you did,” you sighed, folding a shirt and setting it aside. You continued doing your laundry while Frost laid back on your bed, legs crossed. Glancing at her, you shook your head while she sucked on a lollipop. Caity had yelled at her for invading your privacy the entire time she was picking your lock. Frost payed her no mind. With your clothes fully sorted in piles, you picked one up and moved to your dresser. Bending down, you opened the most bottom drawer and placed the jeans there along with some leggings. Frost’s eyes racked over your figure.

She’s got a pretty nice ass, huh Caity?

Can’t you keep your eyes to yourself? Be respective.

Hey, (Y/N) started it a few days ago. Remember? And I’m being perceptive.

Caitlin had gone silent at the back of her alter ego’s head. A few days ago, you had accidentally stared a bit too long when she wore a deep V-neck romper. The back was completely open, and Caitlin was sporting her typical heels that day. The physician had caught you a few times, she just wasn’t sure what was up. Did it look bad on her? Was it damaged and you didn’t have the heart to tell her? Frost had… insisted on an idea, but Caity had shut her down. After all, you’ve only been ever interested in guys.

Her eyes were all over us. And her reaction when I came out was delicious.

“Nice panties,” Frost broke the silence, holding one up that had straggled far from you. Confused, you caught it when she had thrown it at you. It was a lacy deep blue one. You huffed and folded it quickly.

“Thanks, I guess.”

Your phone vibrated, with a frown you checked it. It was Cisco.

Ciscito: Is Frost/Caitlin with you? 5: 46 PM

You: Yeah? Why? 5: 51 PM

Ciscito: Good, keep her out of the labs for a bit. Barry and I are going to try to jumpstart the Speedforce machine thing again and she’s sort of been bothering us all day. 5: 53 PM

You: What? No? Have Ralph come pick her up! He’s better at dealing with her. 5: 54 PM

Ciscito: Too late... 5: 55 PM

You: She broke into my home! 5: 56 PM

Ciscito: That sounds like our frost queen. And Ralph’s busy with Sue 5: 57 PM

You: … Of course, he is 5: 58 PM

“I can see your nipples,” You snapped your head up to see the cold meta sit up on your plush bed. You felt your cheeks flush slightly as she smirked at you. Frost loved teasing you, “Right through your shirt. Perky. Cute.”

Don’t make her uncomfortable!

But its so cute and so easy to see her blush. Plus, you’ve seen her boobs in dresses before, they’re pretty cute. So squishy. I can just-

-They are- But that’s beside the point. Just, you know-

-I know, chill, I got this.

You rolled your eyes at her, “In my defense, if I had known someone was coming over, then I would have put a bra on.” You were having a lazy day today, deciding to just clean and not come into the labs. Originally you were going to just laze around without any clothes. You’re glad that you didn’t go through with that idea. “Don’t you have anything else better to do? Anyone else to bug?”

“I’m bugging you.”

“Besides me, Frost.”

“Nah, I’m good. Where’s your alcohol, by the way? I’m stealing some.”

“No, fuck you.”

“When and where? Because we can go right now,” The cold-powered meta pointed with her thumb on the bed. “Bed is right here so-”

“-I will hit that pretty face of yours.”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty. Caity, she thinks we’re pretty.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned. You always got into these sorts of… Well, you didn’t know how to exactly word it.

“So, when are you going to tell them?”

“Tell who what?” You rolled your eyes as she had followed you out of your bedroom into your quaint living room. Caity took the time to appreciate your small apartment. It was cozy, the color scheme fitting well with not just the décor and furniture, but with your personality.

“The team,” Frost simply stated as she ran her fingers over the cool marble of the side-counter attached to the wall and connected to the counter where the sink resided. You eyed the meta carefully, a ball forming in your gut.

“About what?”

“You know about what.”

“No, I don’t.” Pulling out the alcohol, you avoided her eyes.

“Can I use your bathroom real quick? Don’t want to break the barrier while drinking or else we both know there’d be no end to the bathroom trips for Caity.”

Hey! Rude! I’m right here.

But it’s true.

“First door on the left,” You simply said, pouring the meta a drink while you pulled out some snacks and ginger ale for yourself. Your stomach had been hurting you for a bit. Might as well entertain the Frost Queen while the boys finish. I swear, a warning would have been nice before she arrived.

Frost entered your bathroom and turned on the lights. She froze for a moment at the sight on what was on the arm of the bathtub. Before a snicker left her lips which erupted into a full-on laugh.

Is that-

-a dildo in her bathroom. Yup. Frost got closer and picked up the cleaned toy. She figured it was because the cleaning products for it was out on the counter. Which means she had used it fairly recently. Frost licked her lips at the thought of you using it. That same thought made Caity remain quiet and just feel hella bashful, yet… intrigued by it. Aw, that’s cute she can only take up to 5”. Bet you we can-

-Frost-

-get her up to 7”. Now that’s a delicious thought. It’s a good thing I bought the str-

“Hey, Frost have you seen- Oh my god- I- that’s-” You dropped your towel as you froze in the hallway. The meta turned around with the colored dildo in hand. Your ears had perked up at the intense sound of her laugh, wondering what she was laughing at. Well, now you know and you’re 100% convinced she’s laughing at you.”

“Not yours? I honestly find it hard to believe.”

You tried to form words, but your mind would not comply

“5 inches. That’s real cute. Caity thinks so too.”

Do not involve-

-You think it’s cute, now hush. I can feel your feelings too.

“Are you only meant to tease and pester me?” You flushed under her gaze, stepping over to take the dildo away. “Also, where’s Caitlin? Isn’t she supposed to be having the day to herself this time?” But she dodged you. Running out of the bathroom. You shut off the lights, because duh you pay rent and also save energy thus saving the planet.

“We sort of… switched it up. But this,” Frost held up the detailed dildo. The two of you kept running around the apartment like that. “You can do better. And you know what I mean.” Your heart stopped when she winked at you, giving the tip a slow lick as he eyes never left you. You swallowed hard.

“By the way, Caity and I know. Well, it was mainly me, but no need to be shy.”

“I- How?” You sighed in defeat because you couldn’t catch her. Well, you wanted to 100% tackle her to the couch and steal the dildo, but you Frost didn’t like anyone touching her. Instead you just took a seat on the couch while she moved to stand in front of you, the coffee table wedged between you both.

“A little birdie may have stared a bit too long a few too many times when we were wearing that v-neck romper.” She shrugged before taking a seat beside you. “And it really was adorable watching you fumble about and look away.” Frost smirked, resting her elbow on the back of the couch. “I wonder what else that face can make.”

You felt the air in the apartment get stuffier. “A-and Caitlin knows?”

“Oh, she knows. Now she knows. She just wasn’t convinced about my thought of you being gay… or well, bi. Mainly because you dated guys.” She handed you the dildo.

“Th-that did not mean I can’t be interested in girls. I just… never acted on it.”

“Oh, I know. She just didn’t want to assume and everything. You’re shit with talking to guys, so I figured you’d be the same way or much worse with girls.”

“Gee, thanks,” you rolled your eyes at her, setting the suction cup dildo on the counter. There was a silence in the apartment. You got up to grab the drinks, handing her the glass of alcohol on the rocks while you had your cup of ginger ale.

“Girls do it better.” Frost broke the silence and took great pleasure into seeing you almost choke on your drink.

“Where the fuck did that come from?”

“What? I was just stating an obvious fact in case you were wondering-”

“-I was not-”

“-Yes, you were.” She deadpanned, placing her alcohol down on the coffee table. “Oh, so Caity’s gonna tap in. Hold on.” You raised an eyebrow at the meta melting back into her human alter ego. Platinum blonde hair changed to a beautiful brunette color, eyes softening up as well.

“I am so sorry, I swear she doesn’t think before speaking,” Caitlin started apologizing, fidgeting with her hands. She was always so pretty and adorable when she did that. Or just whenever she spoke in general. “… But she is right.”

“About which part? That chicks do it better? That she can get me to 7”? Or that I’m shit with talking to guys and I would be much worse with girls?”

If she gave me one night, I’d get her to 7-

-Frost-

-Plus, who’d pass up a night of that kind of kinky fun.

Frost! Stop!

You raised an eyebrow and figured Frost was whispering her two cents into Caitlin, who was automatically flushing. “What did she say?”

“Too many things.” Caitlin roughly sighed, “I- we… sort of have been thinking and reflecting-” -Get to the point!- -I am! “A-and we wouldn’t really mind if- I mean we just. W-we like you. And we just wanted to know that we weren’t misinterpreting the signs.” Way to sound like a high schooler with a crush. Grow a pair woman and say that we wanna kiss and bang her like the world means nothing.

“I..” You took in a breath and held your cup with hands. A shaky breath left you. Glancing away, you collected your thoughts before turning back to an expectant Caitlin. “I really like you too. Both of you. Like… a lot.” Caitlin smiled, but you continued. Frost just whispered that she knew it and tried to get Caitlin to go in for the kiss. But Caitlin tuned her out. “At first, I… I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to say anything because I just- I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship. It’s- That’s why I kept going on those random-ass dates with some guys on bumble. It was actually fun taking some of the guys down a few notches. I swear the male ego is so infuriating sometimes.”

“Amen to that. Honestly Ronnie and Julian were one of the best guys in my life.”

You smiled back at her, “I wanted to convince myself that I shouldn’t be thinking of my close friend like that. But then I kept thinking and feeling. And here we are.” You gestured to herself and you.

Caitlin pulled you into a comforting hug, her arms around your shoulders, “When Frost came out, I did too. I think Cisco and Kamila were the first one’s to know. They did have to drag Frost out of a gay bar where she was literally arm wrestling the other drunk customers. Not one of her best moments.”

Caitlin pulled away abruptly, Frost coming out to defend herself. Platinum blonde locks, icy white irises, and blue lips. “Hey, it was one of my finer moments! I was kicking their asses left and right.”

“I never said anything.” You giggled and Frost just cupped your face with a grin on her face.

“You’re too cute to stay mad at.” The meta tugged you into a kiss, her cool lips pressed against yours, your hands lightly gripped her arms as your lips started smacking against hers in a rough-ish kiss. “Mm, you taste good. Like… vanilla latte?” Pulling away, Frost licked her lips from the kiss and melting back into the depths of her mind for Caitlin to come out to have a taste. Caity’s kiss was gently -sensual- unlike how heated Frost wanted to get with you. Damn, your heart was flying, and your panties were… well… yeah… You locked lips for a bit with Caitlin, nibbling on her soft lips before she finally pulled away with a small breath. Her cheeks were flushed and lips slightly swollen. She looked so cute.

Frost came out once more, pointing behind you, “You know, we can put that dildo to good use tonight.”

Frost, what the hell!

“Shouldn’t you take me out on a few dates before we go to bed?”

“Nah, we can do that tomorrow morning. Plus, Caity’s a big cuddle bug so be prepared for that. I’m more of a big spoon. For now, we can play with that bad boy,” Frost pointed to the dildo behind you, “before upgrading you the 7 inch that I have at home. And believe me. You’ll really enjoy it when I’m done with you.”

“As long as I get to do you too.”

“Obviously”

“Is Caity ok with it?”

“Oh, honey, she’s going to be more than ok with it. She’s flailing around embarrassed right now, but she’s hella wet so. Bed. Let’s go.” You couldn’t help the fit of giggles you had as she dragged you by the hand to your bedroom while holding the light purple dildo in her other hand.

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