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thesupreme316 · 6 months

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Aew reacts to you falling asleep in most random places or falling asleep on them

You can choose either one

Orange Cassidy x Fem!Reader, MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader nick Wayne x fem

AEW STARS React to: You Falling Asleep in Random Places/On Them

Pairings: Orange Cassidy x Fem!Reader, MJF x Fem!Reader, Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader, Hook x Fem!Reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader, Christian Cage x Fem!Reader, Nick Wayne x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 937

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, i'm keeping my promise. Hopefully this is the start of making up for lost time, sorry for being away. I miss writing tbh. But antiways, thanks for being patient. NOW BACK TO MY SCHEMES. Plz remember that you are loved and appriecated.

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

Warnings: slightly proofread, failed comedy, GIFS AINT MINE AGAIN GIFS AINT MINE (rights are to the original creators)

Orange Cassidy (Random place):

He’s not fazed

Homeboy is impressed that you can fall asleep anywhere

In fact, he joins you

He has seen you in every random place in the house

Bathroom, linen closet, the kitchen, and how you fell asleep on the steps of the porch??

He’ll never know

It’s a regular occurrence to play “Where’s Y/N?”

One time Trent and Kris came over and saw the two of you sleeping on the porch steps

He just left a sign beside y’all that said “come back later”

After your neighbor called the police for a wellness check

MJF (Random Place/On them):

He thought you were joking when you said you can sleep anywhere

But was genuinely concerned about how you fell asleep in the laundry room

Makes fun of you on Twitter and uses your pictures to describe other people’s matches

If you fell asleep on him, he would melt

I think he would show off that his S/O is sleeping on him with a smirk

Would yell at someone for disturbing you and would blame the other person for you waking up

“No babe, it was Adam’s dumbass voice that woke you up, not me.”

Will bring you closer if you move in your sleep

But make no mistake, if his cat falls asleep on him, you’re sleeping on the floor

Hook (On them):

I can see this man being stiff as a log when you fall asleep on him

Strokes your hair to keep you calm

Doesn’t eat chips for fear that they will awake you

He woke you up once…and that was enough for him

Only answer his friends if they’re asking yes or no questions (will only nod)

Drapes a blanket over you if you don’t have his hoodie on

Eventually, he will fall asleep with you

But he quickly moves to sleep next to you cause you a wild sleeper

One time you were boxing him in your sleep…and won…

Eddie Kingston (Random Place/On them):

Mans would try out your random sleeping places before waking up and crawling back in the bed

“I don’t know how lil mama does it…that shit hurt.”

However, he made a ranking list and the best place is the dining room floor

Finds it funny yet very disciplining, might use it as a punishment for when he misses workout sessions

Will carry you to bed with him cause again….he aint doin that shit

When you fall asleep on him, he just becomes a big ole teddy bear

If he needs to argue or tell someone off, he’ll whisper yell

Will make sure that you are warm by wrapping his hoodie over you

Once you’re asleep, Eddie will never move you or himself

Ricky Starks (On them):

I feel like as long as you don’t drool you’re fine

Or leave makeup on his shirt

If you do, you won’t hear anything about it until you wake up

“I love you babe, but next time, there will be a paper towel barrier.”

Tbh, depending on how tired he is, Ricky will fall asleep on top of you

I can see him just talking you to sleep per your request

Even after you fall asleep, Ricky still be talking cause why not

Like those above, he will scold people if they disturb you

Will put your phone on dnd

Kenny Omega (Random place/weird positions):

At first, cause he couldn’t find you, he would be in distress

He would look in every single bedroom or cushion-based location

Would feel better once he finds you in the bathroom tub (cause he heard your snoring)

I think Kenny would catch on to your locations very quickly

But if you find a new one, he’ll add it to your location list

Knowing Kenny, he would make this into a bit on Being The Elite (BTE)

Like every time there is a fight or argument, you are seen sleeping in a weird position (like back twisting or somethin)

“Y/N sleeping so we have to fight in slo-mo”

Christian Cage (On them):

MANS WOULD FEEL SO PROUD AND POWERFUL

He would feel so happy that you feel comfortable enough for you to fall asleep on him

Anytime you get sleepy, it doesn’t matter where you are, he will offer his shoulder or chest as a pillow

Places kisses on your forehead while your sleep

He moves a lot tho, not on purpose

But you quickly got use to it and would snuggle closer to him

Would use you sleeping as an excuse not to fight

“You better be lucky that Y/N is sleeping or I- wait, I don’t need to fight anyways. Luchasuarus, get him.”

Nick Wayne (Random place):

I am 100 percent certain that this man is easily influenced

Therefore

He will follow suit with your weird sleeping habits

If he sees you sleeping, he sleeping too so move over

Like Cassidy, he would actually like the random sleeping places

He would fall asleep anywhere

I feel like when’s he stressed, he would just sleep in a random place…even if he’s at work

Christian and Luchasuarus would be like where is Nick

And Nick would be asleep on a ladder

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leincendiaire · 6 months

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anyways salty thoughts. dont expect me to be nice

this is the one problem not exclusive to the finale, god ed's character arc just. didnt do it for me at all. I excused it before cuz I thought it would pay off as the season went on but nope. he never had a genuine apology moment, just that youtuber apology like gag and the cat collar joke. like they literally show us how the crew was completely scarred by his actions but theyre later just completely fine with him on board???? and stede keeps being his biggest stan when I think he would have been like hey what the fuck!! im sorry I hurt you but I am not responsible for your actions and you hurt my crew whom I hold very dear!! I love ed but Fuck he really went too far those first episodes and he never makes up for it. they only ever focus on His Own self journey, not how he hurt and traumatized practically every other character.

"well, I think narratively izzy's death made sense but—" no!! no it fucking didnt!! im sorry but it was just lazy writing!! they didnt know what to do with him so whoops he gets shot in the dumbest way possible. like, this aint my first rodeo, it aint the first time ive seen a character start off on their character journey to happiness only for writers to give up on it and kill them off. it's a tiring fucking trope tbh and I really wish they hadnt fallen into this trap. like his death scene wasnt good either, if youre gonna do it at least focus on his relationship with the crew, you know, the people he came to accept as family? not the man Who Shot Off His Fucking Leg And Almost Killed Him? I know they had an important relationship but that shit should have been talked about way beforehand, it deserved closure. they should have acknowledged they werent good for each other and made peace with it. izzy deserved a death with people who actually made him happy. ALSO THEY BURY HIM ON FUCKING LAND?????? he spent his life at sea!!!! he is the most devoted out of everyone to being a pirate and you bury him next to your fucking inn???? fucking twats istg

lastly I swear they forgot stede is the main character. they forgot literally everything about how to write him. he gets No Focus in the finale, and every scene he is in is bullshit. I actually wanted to punch my screen every time there was a joke about him being incompetent or whatever. like, hello??? thought we left that shit in s1??? he had Multiple Episodes about learning to be a pirate and adjusting to his new life and gaining more skills but no. he is just silly old loserboy for his cool war criminal boyfriend now. literally no skills or experience whatsoever. ok sure yea thats totally how he acted the rest of the season. also the fuck is it with him staying behind to run the inn with ed?? wasnt the whole conflict last episode their different desires out of life, with ed wanting to start a normal life and stede wanting to be a pirate?? when the Fuck did he change his mind. who are you and have you done with my boy

honestly I feel bad because jenkins is actually a good writer and the whole fandom really expected a lot from a man making his second show, and I think there were a lot of budget cuts and production issues so I can see why it turned out this way. he is probably mad about this too, I bet the cast also, like even the acting in this episode didnt feel passionate, and thats saying a lot since these actors really love this show. im just frustrated. man. time to write fics ig

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 #stede bonnet #edward teach #izzy hands #stizzy #gentlehands #gentlebeard #blackbonnet

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xiaosonlybeloved · 1 year

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A Soul Shattered~ Xiao

featuring:- Xiao, gn! reader warnings:- blood, character death, angst, hurt/no comfort a/n:- i think im physically incapable of writing fluff bc there aint any fluff in my life. anyways enjoy some more angst word count:- 1k words

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Blood.

His hands were bloody. His clothes were stained by blood. His spear was bloody. The battlefield he, the lone victor, stood upon, was bloody.

He turned around and left the battlefield, not giving a single backward glance.

The Archon War was taking a toll on everyone, and Xiao wasn’t spared. Every day, every night, he fought relentlessly, to pay back the debt he owed to his savior, Morax. Every day, every night, his karmic debt grew. Every day, every night, he got less and less time to spend with his lover. You.

He met you shortly after Lord Morax rescued him from his life of slavery by his old master. He didn’t know what was it about you that attracted him to you. Perhaps it was your caring nature. You helped him heal his wounds, both physical and emotional. Perhaps it was that you were one of the first people he saw after his freedom. You never judged him for all the lives he had been unwillingly forced to take. You understood him.

But he still couldn’t believe you became his lover.

You loved him genuinely, he could see that. And he was ever so grateful for it. You were the reason he made sure to come back alive every day. The thought of you is what sustained him on the battlefield.

This was a normal day; well, as normal as days could get during the Archon War. He returned to their base camp, a slight excitement stirring inside him at the thought of seeing you again. On the way, something caught his eye. A bunch of Qingxins growing in their natural habitat. White, pristine, untouched. He carefully picked them, planning to give it you. You’d love them for sure.

But as he neared the camp, he was quick to realise that something was wrong. Why was there such a heated clamor in the middle of the night? Why was there such a great mass of moving bodies at this time?

And then he realised with a sinking feeling…

An ambush.

Their camp had been ambushed.

He ran forward, seeing Morax’s warriors clash with another’s. It was Osial’s army. They were the ones who had succeeded in ambushing their well- hidden base. As he ran through the camp, mercilessly slicing up any of Osial’s soldiers he saw, he saw dead bodies. So many of them… So many from their side.

And then a sudden fear entered his mind. You. What about you? Were you safe at all? Were you fighting too? Had you fallen already? Were you already one of the bodies littering the ground? Were you dead?

No. You couldn’t be. You were an excellent warrior, he’d seen it himself. There was no way you could be dead. He banished the thought from his mind, but he continued to relentlessly run through the camp. Searching for you.

As the battle around grew more and more heated towards the heart of the base, it seemed to happen in slow motion. He saw you, your weapon in hand. You both caught each other’s eye, you smiled at him, he smiled back at you, relieved that you were alive and relatively unharmed, you beckoned over to him, calling out his name.

And then a sword pierced through your chest.

Your name was on the tip of his tongue, changing from a happy exclamation to a silent scream of pure, unadulterated terror. He raced towards you, as fast as his battered body could allow, but it was too late. You collapsed to your knees, your weapon clattering to the ground as your hands slowly wrapped around the tip of the sword. Your expression was frozen, shocked. He raced towards you, uncaring of whom he pushed by, slicing anyone who came in his path, his mouth still open in a silent scream.

He dropped on his knees in front of you the moment he reached you. Blood was starting to leak out as you both stared at the sword. Xiao’s breath hitched. This… This couldn’t be happening.

With shaky hands, you pulled the sword out of your chest, but the agony from doing so caused you to double over in pain. You should have known better, you shouldn’t have let your attention wander in the middle of a battle. Xiao instantly caught you. He quickly carried you over to a place where few people were there, where the remnants of battle were present.

He was desperate. He didn’t want to lose you. There was so much he wanted to still do with you. He was trying his utmost to heal you, help you the way you helped him. He wrapped your wound with bandages to the best of his ability. But no matter what he did, it wasn’t enough. He could see the life fading out of your eyes as you weakly shook your hood.

“..I’m sorry, Xiao…” You whispered. “Don’t be, I’ll do something, I swear!” He was panicking, but then he felt you grasp his hand. He froze as you rested his hand on your cheek. “Thank you so much, Xiao, for everything. I’m so, so sorry. I love you, Xiao.” A tear trickled down his cheek. Then another. And another, till there were two clear lines of water on both of your faces. “I love you too, [Y/N]” He whispered, voice hitching. “We’ll meet in another life… I promise. Stay strong for me, please?” You said softly, and he nodded, gripping your hand even tighter as he rested your head on his lap. Your grip on his hand loosened, as your eyes stared off, distant and unblinking.

He knew you were gone.

His life, and soul, had both been shattered.

But he’d still do his best to continue, even if he was sure he couldn’t, for you.

He gently slid your eyes shut, silent tears running down his cheeks. Something fell out of his pocket. An audible sob escaped him when he saw what it was. The Qingxins he was going to give you, still just as pristine, white and untouched as they’d first been.

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deanzelly · 11 months

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Medically induced [1??]

Pairing: Medic!Fem Reader x Captain John Price

Summary: Resisting temptation is harder than thought. Especially for the Captain when his sweet, sweet medic is there to help.

Warnings: They aint much here, just pining, pining and more pining and a cliff hanger. I want to see how it does with the people before a possible part 2 ;) There is some smut foreshadowing so please 18+ in bio. ALSO may be an ooc Price. I’m tryin here.

A/N: Hello :))) So last time I updated was a whilllleeee back but I was busy with finals and bullshit so I couldn’t focus on writing. However here is the first part of this one, it will likely only be two parts but I needed to split them because of eventual smut. Since I want it to be perfection and I haven't written that much off it :p Also I want to thank the people who left likes and comments, kisses for you all. Reports are hugely appreciated.

Wordcount: 2,8k

Fear is looming over you, looking over your head and shoulder; taunting and mocking. You could practically hear it over the rushing of your heartbeat as you sit in the van. It’s bumping and speeding up to pick squad 141 up from their recent mission, the van jumps and you follow with it, it not helping your growing ball of anxiety dissipate only making it worse. You know for a fact that something unpleasant and grim had occurred when they ran into your study and called you out. Being one of the few medics they had you were the only one available, not sure if it’s a good thing so you could be there first hand and assess the situation or, a bad thing because of who could be hurt. Not wanting to see the ones you have formed a bond with and now deeply care about being hurt.

You try to calm yourself with deep breaths in and out, but to no avail. Leg jumping up and down as the van comes to a standstill and you grab your kit as fast as plausible as the van doors fly open. And voices from outside bleed into the vehicle.

“Go, go, go. Push him in.” A deep baritone British voice booms from outside as he holds open the doors. You are ready for what's about to be thrown in your face, the earlier anxiety is partially gone only to be replaced by intense patience and professionalism for your job. And that’s when you lock eyes with the man practically being hauled into the vehicle using someone else as a crutch and holding his forearm on his other side of the lower abdomen trying to prevent bleeding. Your heart stumbles for a second, dropping only to put yourself immediately into action helping the captain sit on one of the benches as everyone else begins to fill the van. You quickly lift his shirt to see that there’s blood everywhere on his right lumbar region coating the fair beige behind it.

His breathing is slow and steady, his eyes following you as you crouch down on one knee. The ichor smell fills your nose so intensely with you now being closer to the lesion. Voices blend together as they tell you the issue and what went down to fill you in on some parts of the situation. The captain, Captain Price, John being hurt sends a sour feeling down your stomach. It burns like acid as you open your medical kit to bring your dressing, needles, and supplies out. He got stabbed and pulled out the knife like an idiot without having any medical supplies nearby. You want to reprimand him for his foolish mistake but you refrain, thinking about doing it later. “Move it.” You say hastily, pushing his hand away so that you can get a look at the injury.

It’s not that deep, meaning he could survive for a few hours without medical attention. Passing out could be a guarantee, however. From assumptions alone, you could probably guess that the attacker did not get deep enough before John fought back so the cut is not lethal. You breathe out in relief and get to work cleaning up around the wound. He groans a bit and tenses up as you start working on sewing up the wound, muscles ripening beneath your touch. What you don’t know is that he isn’t squirming around in pain.

On the battlefield, John could only think of you. You, you, you envelop his head and thoughts. The lingering touches you leave on him every time he gets hurt and the fire gleaming in your eyes so bright wanting to scold him for being stupid. Maybe he gets hurt just because the possibility of seeing you is greater than the pain of the wounds. He’d gladly get scars on every inch of his body if it meant having to see you stick out your tongue in focus so that he could get the best treatment.

His breathing gets heavier the more your fingers touch his skin igniting a flame for every stitch being sown. “I’m sorry, but you have to sit still captain.” You look up at him all pretty and in such close proximity he feels like he’s going to pass out. He tries to sit still even though your closeness is what's messing him up more than the wound itself, to him it’s barely painful. He lulls himself into past situations with you. Remembering the shape of your lips and how you sway your hips with vigor as your steps are heavily laced with annoyance.

“What did you do now?” He sees you standing in the doorway to the infirmary with hands on your hips as your coat constricts your every curve. Your look displays displeasure and disappointment as you shake your head back and forth in disagreement. He feels the heat bloom below his belt as he chuckles at your small scowl. “Eh, it's nothing major, sweetheart.” he locks deep blues with yours as you start slowly walking forward. “Oh John, never cease to disappoint, do you?” You joke around, smiling brightly as you pick up his gruff hand, and against yours, it looks so big and burly, years of heavy, bloody, and dedicated work seeps in the seams of his hands. He can’t help but notice your soft hands and how gently you pull up his sleeve while looking him in the eyes, smiling softly revealing the minor injury.

He knows what he does is risky but the consciousness flies away as his other hand grabs your thigh and pushes you closer to him. You let out a small gasp as both of you are but a few inches from each other “Let’s hope I stop disappointing you then, ey?” His voice is low and gruff. He shouldn’t do this but you are so close, and warm and soft and… just so perfect.

He stops dreaming when the van jumps again and your hand gets pushed into his crotch, a wheeze leaves his body as he tenses up making the stitches tighter and his pants also getting tighter. Your other hand now squeezes his thighs tight so that you get your hand out of his region, you look up at him face flushed with embarrassment and shame. The groan that wants to be let out gets swallowed as he just looks away from you instead, afraid that you noticed his damn bulge that's growing harder by the minute. Afraid that if you see his face you’ll really know what's on his mind. “I’m sorry,” You said sheepishly, still embarrassed about the situation. Price looks around, curious if the others saw. To his benefit, the others seem to be captured in conversation about their mission. “ ‘s fine, love.” He looks back down, driving his attention back to you while you are still patching him up.

When you’re done you take your seat right next to him, breathing heavily from sitting on your heels in a moving vehicle. Also breathing heavier from completely embarrassing yourself, in front of the captain no less. You always feel like you're making some kind of mistake around him, but this was way beyond from what you two have done before. Yes, some fleeting touches here and there but never past that, you’ve always felt like John pulls away. You look up at him, meeting him halfway and he holds your stare not backing down. His blues mesmerizes and even through your embarrassment you manage to hold his stare. He smiles easily, looking so kind and soft when he leans in towards your ear. His palm meets your thigh squeezing it and your eyes fall close, reminiscing in the warmth of his palm. “Let’s keep it a secret between us, yeah?” He pulls back, licking his lips while looking down on yours, your breathing speeds up once more. He leans in but stops when someone calls for him, he leans back and lets go of your thigh.

Shame and regret creeps up your body, this is always what he does. Fed up with his behavior and how he always manages to leave you frustrated. He should feel the same about you, how can he pull away so easily? Does he not feel that strong of a want? Or is he just toying around, bored from everyday military work? You don’t intend to find out, afraid of the possible answers.

The next time John finds you is in the cafeteria, you’ve refused to see him for a couple of days now. Spitting out some lame excuse just not to see him. And every time his lesion needs tending to they throw someone else his way, and they don’t do it right. Not like how you would do it. He debates whether to hurt himself on purpose like he’d done before, just to feel your touch, your warmth, and spite. But there you stand laughing with the others and he can’t help but feel thick, green jealousy coating his throat. His body completely submitting to it, you turn your head and lock eyes with him. His gaze wanders down, your chest, your stomach, hips, and thighs. Everything about you in his eyes is perfect.

You can feel the effect of his gaze, wandering up and down your body. Burning. You turn your gaze and continue to speak with the others in your establishment, choosing to not acknowledge your captain. Your want becomes stronger the longer you’re away from him, it’s like your thoughts are consumed by Captain John Price. He’s going through your mind and only him, you so badly want him to do something. Anything, to put out the fire within. Your other coworker calls your name and you’re snapped out of your trance. Trying to switch your focus back onto them. But the plague that is your thoughts decide that it’ll be better to stay, why not drive you mad thinking about the one person you can’t have?

You find yourself trying to sleep but to no use. It is hot and stuffy. The air is suffocating and you’re lying on top of your bed only in your nightwear. Which happens to be a short lace gown, the events of the week had been... something that's for sure. But the need and want is still laying there, simmering waiting to boil. You writhe around in your bed when you decide it's useless. There's no point in trying so you choose to take a walk thinking it would be the better option. You stand before the door hesitant, what if you see him? It's a very small possibility but non the less.

Yeah, because who could predict that he’s standing right there? Behind that exact door, debating whether or not if it's a good idea. If it is a good idea to knock on your door and succumb to his greediness. He knows it's a bad idea, with him being your superior. Both of you could get in a lot of shit. He stands there for way too long because the door opens and there stands you. Mouth agape, your breathing hitches, shocked at seeing him right there. His eyes wander your body, seeing your nightwear. He wants to devour you, his innocent gaze before turns into lust. Now there’s nobody here, nobody on camp or anywhere. Just you, only you exist in his vision and he so badly wants it, wants you. You and your gentle touch, even years of death and sacrifices on his hands still didn’t turn you away. You've told him he’s kind once before but he knows you haven’t seen him at his worst, and how could your kind soul say that? Look at you, helping him every time.

You close the door a bit, leaving it open enough for him to see your head.

“What do you want?” You whisper a bit breathless. He licks his lips and looks down at yours.

“I need help with this bastard.” He points down to his stomach, where his recent injury is. You shake your head.

“Get somebody else to help you, I'm sorry Cap but I can’t.” You smile tensely, closing the door when he shoves his foot in stopping it.

“Sweetheart, look I’m sorry. That’s not what I’m here for.” He pushes the door open making you back up. Looking up at him so sweetly. The door closes gently and he steps closer to you. So tempted to grab you by the neck and pull you up to his lips. Then his name flies out of your sweet mouth and he decides to forget everything else. How can he when he wants to bend you over and fuck you on the spot. Oh, how sweet your moans would be, begging Captain John Price for more. His breathing hardens, and you can see it. You put your palm on his chest and he looks up into your eyes.

“John, if you’re backing out I don’t want this.” You breathe out looking intently into his eyes. “I don’t want you looking at me like this, or you being this close to me.” You drop your palm and cover your chest, maybe in hopes of covering your heart in the process. Directing your gaze onto the floor.

“That’s part of the reason I'm here, to apologize for two things.” His palm goes up to caress your cheek, thumb swiping back and forth. Gentle and soft. “One for how I’ve been acting.” You look up at him confused waiting for his answer.

“And the second?” You lick your lips, your eyes glassy. His other hand placed now on your other cheek, gliding down to your neck.

“For how I’m about to act.”

Yeaaah sorry not sorry about the ending. Constructive criticism is welcome, the change in pov’s might be a little confusing but other than that, hope you enjoyed. Also if anyone wants to be tagged in the POTENTIAL second part, hit me up ;)

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slamdunkhcs · 11 months

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Hello!!! Just wanted to say I love all your posts and dissections on the characters, I'm getting a lottt of sd brain rot and hopefully I can start writing for it soon!! Thank you for keeping the Fandom alive <3

ps. Top 3 characters?

Thank you so much, it makes me really happy hearing this. I haven’t been very active for a while but i will try responding to more requests. I’m not good at ranking characters but i will list out some of my favorites and why i like them

my favorite slam dunk characters

ayako

Okay I haven’t made many posts with her included (which im gonna do 😂) but I LOVE Ayako

She’s very beautiful and i think in a way that’s unconventional compared to many mangas. Curly haired female characters are really uncommon in manga, so seeing a girl like ayako was really surprising. I think her features overall make her look really realistic. Like she looks morrocan or dominican, and the fact that she’s portrayed to be canonically beautiful makes it so that her features are portrayed in a positive light

Also she’s literally the backbone of the team? Part of why Miyagi stayed for hs basketball was because she encouraged the team so well. She’s been there since before the team was good, like how akagi and kogure were. And throughout the series, she gave the boys ALOT of support. Like girl was literally the one who taught Sakuragi the basics??

sawakita

If you don’t alr know, I love this boy sm. Like that’s my man right there

Sawakita is also very different from other sports manga rivals. I mean he gets made fun of by his own team, mf cries SM. He has fangirls and I think he treats them well (shown by how he wore a t shirt one of them gifted).

He’s not a bad person either, he even helped Rukawa up when he fell down. He was very encouraging towards his teammates too when he was benched. DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS PARENTS?? He’s so respectful to them, boy was out there thanking them for everything when he was drunk on a plane. Plus from his backstory, i think it shows he really loves his dad. Some yall mfs could never LMAOOO

I think his dynamic with Rukawa and Sakuragi too. He was funny asl with Sakuragi. And I like that Sawakita was part of what pushed Rukawa to improving as a player (as well as Sendoh). ALL THAT AND HES GOOD LOOKING???

kiyota

He grew on me BIG time

Mf is funny asl?? Like his interactions with Sakuragi, especially when they went on that trip together?? I just know that mf is the class clown. I feel like he’s hella popular too because of how goofy he is

I feel like he’d treat a girl mad good too. Like he would be the type to make his gf’s sides hurt from laughing LMAO. And i think hed be really sweet and talk about his girl to everybody and get her gifts. He’d love me lets be fr

I like that he’s chaotic too. LIKE he gives me black airforce menace energy

sendoh

This boy is so cute and sweet i just know it

I like that he was a chill rival too. Like he was just so down to earth, he wasn’t an asshole to NOBODY (except maybe the fish). He aint insulted nobody, not rukawa, not sakuragi. He just minded his business and played basketball

His appearance had a big glow up through the series too. People like rukawa were always drawn as good looking ecen in the beginning but sendoh was drawn to be ugly?? Like he did NOT look good. But towards the end of the series, dude was honestly stunning asl. Like he needs to put me on to whoever threaded his eyebrows

Honestly he seems like such a chill person to be friends with?? He seems so open minded, i fr cant see him as the type to judge anybody or treat anybody badly. I think at his school everyone likes him for how down to earth he is (and his looks LOLLL)

Also, I really like Miyagi, Minami, Mitsui, Maki, Fukuda, Rukawa, and Haruko too, I’m not sure ill do a pt 2 tho

#slam dunk #スラムダンク #headcanon #slam dunk anime #anime and manga #kiyota #nobunaga kiyota #ayako #ayako slam dunk #slam dunk manga #favorite #favorite characters #eiji sawakita #sawakita eiji #eiji #akira sendoh #sendoh akira #sendoh #blog

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Rawhide

Ch 14: Every New Beginning Comes From Some Other Beginning’s End.

Summary: The dust settles after the battle and finally, you get to return to Avengers Ranch at Stark Wood.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) talk of injury…language…

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. I do not own any characters contained within, bar the reader and any other OCs that may be mentioned. I do not give consent for my work to be reposted/translated to any other site. Please comment, like and reblog.

W/C 5.5k ish

A/N: So here it is, the final chapter. Thank you to everyone who’s read and supported this series, and to my beta @spectre-posts

There will be an epilogue at some point, but for now we leave out Alpha Steve and his Omega to their happy ever after. This has been fun to write, I hope you all enjoy

Rawhide Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 13

You know those scenes in movies? The ones that come at the end of a heroic showdown, or battle. There’s silence, and then the rain starts, or the clouds clear. And the heroes stand there, bloodied and bruised, wiping the filth off their faces whilst some cheesy, melancholy yet rousing overture plays in the background.

Well, the reality is somewhat different.

There was no music, no heroes in fact. Just those who remained from both Shield and Hydra, stood in a silent cease fire. All around you, the wounded were being tended to by Medics, Natasha included.

Hydra factions were approaching Shield ones, their hands were up in surrender in most cases. But some held out a single hand, extended in front of them in displays of amicable concession, ready to shake.

It was surreal, you really couldn’t grasp how two factions that had been so bloody and violently opposed to one another could now be working together the way they were, but then, you guessed such was the nature of war.

It made all the bloodshed even more pointless in your eyes, but it was exactly as Steve had said; whilst Shield and Hydra existed, so would the divide.

Simply telling someone their opinions were wrong would never work, a person has to be given the opportunity to explain, to understand, to debate. A chance to see reason and logic, and not just stubbornly believe that they were the only ones with a valid point to make.

And that was what had been lacking from the whole Shield/Hydra set up from the start. The Civil War hadn’t solved anything, it had simply pushed Hydra and Shield even further apart, which had come at a heavy cost to people like you.

Now, you hoped, that would change.

“Y/N…” Steve’s voice cut through your thoughts loud and clear. You turned your face to look at your Alpha, and his eyes locked on to yours. “It’s okay…it’s over.” Then you realised his lips weren’t moving. His hand was pressed to the mark on his neck. “Are you hurt?”

As you watched, you raised your own, shaking fingers pressing to the intricate gold infinity loops. “I’m fine Alpha…”

With a nod, he dropped his hand and held it out for you to take. As Steve pulled you to him, you felt something cold and wet drip onto your head.

It was starting to rain.

You turned your face to the sky and closed your eyes.

*****

In the hours following the battle, Steve was bustled off to an emergency WSC meeting with Tony and Fury. As you waited for them to return, you’d taken up seat with the rest of the team in Natasha’s hospital room as she led there having been patched up. The doctors hadn’t been too pleased about the blatant flaunting of the 2 visitors at a time rule, not to mention the fact that you’d refused to leave Commando outside…but one look at Bruce’s angry face had made them back off.

“Are you ever not eating?” Sam looked at Peter, who was sprawled in one of the chairs, his arm in a cast whilst the other was stuffing his face with potato chips from a bag which sat on his lap.

“He’s a growing boy.” Bucky teased, his bruised face breaking into a teasing grin, “aint that right?”

“Hey, I saved your ass out there.” Peter pointed at him, “if I hadn’t tangled that dude up in my ropes and slingers, he’d have shot you straight in the back of your head. You got sloppy, stopped watching your 6.”

The room fell silent, before Cling roared with laughter. “He has you there, Buckaroo!”

“Piss off.”

“Now now, no need to resort to that kind of language…” Natasha snorted.

“You know, if you weren’t already in a hospital bed…” Bucky glared at her.

“You’d do what?” She scoffed.

You smiled to yourself, simply listening and watching as your friends exchanged well natured insults and teasing. You felt a large hand softly rest on your shoulder and you turned with a smile to look up at Thor.

“Are you okay, little bird?”

“I...yeah. As okay as I can be, I mean, I shot my brother…”

“Oh, I’ve lost count of the amount of times my brother has shot or stabbed me.” Thor waved his hand. “Your brother only has himself to blame. He was offered a way out, but he couldn’t let go of his pride or beliefs.”

“He’s always been a stubborn asshole.” You gave a wry little smile, “just like my father.”

“Yes, and just as my father predicted, it was that same stubborn line of thinking which brought Hydra to their knees. You were ready to sacrifice yourself for your mate, and still Hydra didn’t see that as an act of bravery on your part, but a sign of weakness on the part of your Alpha.” Thor took a deep breath, his hand running through his dirty hair. “Maybe now they can start to understand that tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution.”

“You sound like Al Capone…” You shook your head.

“Who?

“’Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness’, seriously? You don’t…” you snorted and then shook your head. “it doesn’t…not important.”

“Well, indeed.” Thor merely raised his eyebrow as he nodded. “That was your brother and Rumlow’s biggest mistake. The underestimated you, when I’m fact, you are stronger than many Alpha’s I know. Stronger than me, stronger than Steve…and their inability to understand this, is what led us here.”

You looked at Thor, blinking as you swallowed. “I don’t…I doubt that…”

“You doubt it? Do you think that Steve would have the strength to kill Bucky, should he have needed to?”

“I…”

“And I can tell you know, for all the times me and Loki have fought, I’ve never tried to kill him.”

You swallowed. “I…I didn’t set off wanting to kill him, I just…it would never have ended. And I was so angry…I hated him…I still do. I don’t care he’s dead.”

Thor smiled, and shrugged, “and no one will or can blame you for having those feelings, but I leave you with this thought. If you were so weak, Omega, do you think you’d be able to sit here as you are now, admitting to those feelings? Admitting that you don’t harbour any guilt at all over your own brother’s death? Omega’s can be as strong as Alpha’s, if not stronger when it comes to the protection of their so called pack.”

You blinked, but before you could reply the door opened and Steve’s huge frame filled the doorway. Behind him, you could hear Tony arguing with a nurse.

“Yeah, and my money is paying for all this, so if I want to hold a disco in this room I will…” He pushed past Steve into the room, and looked round. “Well, this looks like fun. Can anyone join?”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “if I pretend to be dead will you go home, Shell Head?”

As Tony bit back with some smart ass quip, your eyes flicked to Steve. His face was bruised, nose a little misshapen. His lip was split, as was his left eyebrow, all evidence from the battle and the blows he’d taken from Rumlow.

He was also favouring his right side, his left leg having been stabbed by the knife Rumlow had been fighting with.

Your feet moved slowly toward him without thought. Your head tilted just a bit as your eyes looked over the battered features of his face. Ever so gently, your hand lifted to his bearded cheek. He sighed, his eyes closed as he leaned into your palm, with the air of a dog seeking out touch and comfort. “I will, Mega, once we get home.”

“Home? As in…”

“The ranch, yeah.”

The ranch, it sounded so pleasant coming off his lips. You’d missed it. The feel of it, the way it enveloped you like a den, your little nest by the window. You were desperate to feel that warmth, the feeling of 'home'.

“So, Steve….” Bucky spoke and Steve looked over, “what’s happening now? What did the WSC say?”

“Just what we all agreed on. Shield and Hydra, both go. Well, go in the sense that they can’t be segregated in the way they are.” Steve took a deep breath, “so the WSC agreed to a joint Congress. Reps from both factions to be elected, democratically. And there will be a number of Constitutional laws past, which make Omega rights basic human rights across every state in the country. That means that even states which end up with a ‘red’ representative will have to abide by them.”

The details made a breath in your chest hitch quietly, but Steve sensed it. His eyes flicked to yours and he noted that little quiver in your lip.

“It’s…it’s what should have happened last time,” Sam shook his head, “instead of carving up our country and leaving red and blue to police their own states, the WSC should have been braver and we should have listened to each other. Maybe if we’d done that instead of feeling a desperate need to contain the threat as opposed to listen and reason, Rumlow would never have gained the support he did.”

There was silence as everyone took the news in, before chatter turned to what was going to need to happen next. But, after fifteen or so minutes, you saw Steve shift uncomfortably, and that was when you gently touched your mark.

“Home…”

He turned to you and nodded.

****

“Man, I need a shower.” Steve groaned as you headed inside, the smell of home overwhelming you.

“Plastic wrap.” You smiled softly.

“Huh?”

“To stop the sutures in your leg getting wet. Trust me, it works…”

By the time you’d located it, he was upstairs; a trail of gear and tactical uniform pieces showed you the way.

The shower was running and you watched as Steve stood, his upper body bruised and battered, just like his face. Your eyes scanned down, following that strip of hair which trailed all the way from his chest right down over his Adonis belt, to the thick, wirey patch between his legs.

You kept going, over his toned upper thighs, your eyes stopping at the left one, a clean white bandage wrapped securely around it.

"You gonna let me wrap that up?"

“Do I have a choice?” His voice carried an air of amusement

"Nope." You tore off a piece of plastic wrap and squatted down to secure it over the bandage and around this thigh. Steve simply watched you as you wrapped his leg and then stood. "Time to get the grime off."

“Would now also be the time to suddenly give into the pain I’m in and ask you to come help?” Steve whispered. He swallowed, and as you looked into his eyes you could see he wasn’t joking. His mask was slipping. “I’m too old for this shit."

“Oh, Alpha.” You reached up, your hand cupping his cheek, fingers sliding into his beard. The steam from the shower filled the farmhouse bathroom. The mirrors were fogged up and the air grew thick. “lemme take care of you.”

He nodded, and then merely watched as you stripped from your own filthy clothes and held out your hand.

It was a complete role reversal, you moving Steve into position with a wordless command. And he simply happy to acquiesce as you guided him under the warm spray.

But was it really? Was it a true role reversal? Or was it just that being with Steve allowed you to be a full Omega. Your caring nature, the desire to nurture and love were not only needed here, but wanted and appreciated. They weren’t just traits that were taken for granted, to be used and abused.

You started with the soap and sponge, building a lather that was thick and sudsy. Your delicate touch held his hand in your free one while you held him still to wash his arm. The lather began to turn from white to gray as you scrubbed away the dirt and grime from his wrist and up toward his shoulder. You gently turned and twisted his arm, by way of your locked hands, to clean his skin. Then you moved up and across his shoulders to the other arm, paying careful mind of the cuts and stitchless wounds that littered his skin.

The colors of war washed down your body with the pooling water at your feet. Down the drain went blood and mud, sweat and tears. Your hands roamed softly over Steve's back before you brought the sponge and your own body around to his front.

Gently, the sponge in your hand cleaned away his face, those striking blue eyes of his entranced by your movements. You slid it down the side of his neck, over the curl of his shoulder.

"I love you," you whispered.

Steve smiled, his eyes blinking slowly. “I love you too, Mega…”

"Kiss me, Alpha."

With a soft sigh, he leaned down, his lips pressing to yours gently.

Your hands gently cupped his bearded cheeks and held him there. As your tongue slipped over his lips, you heard him whimper a little. It was a sound you’d never heard from an Alpha before.

You tipped your self forward on your toes and deepened the kiss. Your fingers slid through his beard and into his hair as you steadied yourself.

His hands softly slid from your hips to your back, splaying across your skin.

You forearm pressed against his neck, just at your bonding mark without intending to. You felt him shiver, a spark flowing through the pair of you. You could hear his thoughts, a jumble of arousal, relief but also fear…and guilt.

You pulled back just a little, "tell me, Steve."

“You…I almost lost you. I let him get the better of me and you had to…had to step in.”

You bumped your nose with his, "I'm right here....safe. Because of you." You spoke softly, assuringly, your eyes closed.

He shook his head, “no…you saved me. You’re the reason we’re here. You…your courage and your brains. Not me. You came up with the plan. You…” he swallowed and dropped his chin , “I failed you.”

"Steve Rogers, you look at me right now," you pulled back. "I don't ever want to hear you say that again. Ever!" you weren't shouting or raising your voice. In fact, your voice was filled with emotion, sad emotions because he felt that way. Your eyes were misty as you bore into his.

“I’m your Alpha. I should be able to keep you safe…that’s twice now I didn’t…”

"I don't fault you for it, and I never will. I, we came out on the other side of it." You kissed his lips, "and we came out of it together."

Steve took a deep, shaky breath as you looked up at him. “I love you, Steve. My alpha…”

"Omega....my omega."

You purred a little and moved back, your nose nudging at the mark on his neck, inhaling the scent over his mating gland.

"I wanna love on you, Alpha," you speak against his neck.

Steve swallowed, the tendons and muscles in his neck tensing as he gave a slow nod, and then he bowed his head in submission.

“I’m yours, Omega…”

You were gentle with your hands, dragging your fingers down his neck and over his shoulders. You did this while you kissed him, your tongue slowly, softly exploring his mouth.

Your hands moved down over his chest and his abs. One rest agaisnt the lower indent of his Adonis while your other gently took his cock.

He gave a grunt, his arm moving from your back and he planted his palm against the cool tiles just to the side of your head.

You stroked him, giving him a twist as you slowly dragged your hand up and down his shaft. His jaw was slack, forehead pressed to yours, eyes still open.

You glanced up at him and bit your lip. You could see him releasing control but there was something in that stare that showed you his Alpha side was pacing.

"You're holding back," you smirked. But your wrist picked up the pace and your palm grew a little tighter.

“Yeah…because you…” he grunted a little, “wanted control.”

"And I've got it," you turned your neck presses your lips into his wrist before dropping to your knees.

“Yeah…” the hand that wasn’t resting against the wall slipped into your hair, “you do…”

Your lips wrapped around his tip and your throat opened around his length as you swallowed him. Slowly, you drew back and forth against him.

His head dropped forward, eyes flickering shut as his soft noises of satisfaction filled your ears.

Your hands settled on his thighs, careful to avoid the bandage as you slowly increased your speed and hollowed your cheeks.

Not only could you hear him, you could feel him. The tension and his raft of emotions were clearing, you could sense it.

You kept up, taking care of his needs, his desires.

You knew he’d given in completely, when his hips started to slowly move in time with your actions.

You hummed around him. It was instinct and lust that took over.

His hand tightened slightly in your hair, but his hips didn’t pick up any more pace. He was letting you control, as much as he could.

You pulled off and switched to your hand, the pressure and rhythm not ceasing from your mouth.

Steve’s breathing was fast and shallow, you could feel him twitching in your palm,

"It's okay, Alpha. Let go."

With a low growl, his hips began to rut forward as he fucked your hand.

"Thassit, Steve..."

“Fuck, Y/N…”

"Let go, Alpha, you want to. Nice and easy, baby..."

His ruts became a little quicker, and you tightened your grip. Your eyes flicked up as Steve’s looked down and you could see the wanton heat he was feelin inside reflected in his expression.

His hips stuttered, and with a choke and a little whimper you felt him pulse in your palm, his warm seed mixing with the water as it trickled down your arm.

The Alpha in him growled but the Steve in him dropped his forehead to the tile as his knees gave way. But he managed to keep himself upright as you slowly got to your feet.

Your lips tenderly kissed his, still providing the soft care you sensed he needed.

“Sweetheart…”

"Yeah?"

“As much as I’d love to, I don’t think my leg could take me railing you against the wall.”

Your clean hand ran through his wet hair, tucking a bit back behind his ear. "It's okay, I'm okay. This isn't about me, Steve."

You cleaned him up and cleaned yourself up, standing by to help him out of the shower incase that stabbed leg faltered.

“Do you need to eat?” You asked as you both made your way to the bedroom wrapped in towels

"I could. It's been...been a long few days," he sighed as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. "I'm fucking exhausted."

You grabbed a clean set of clothes for him and checked his bandage after the saran wrap and it was fairly dry. "Can you manage getting dressed?"

“I’ll be fine, I’ve had worse. Trust me.” He smiled, his hand reaching to scratch commando’s head as the large dog laid it on his knee.

You bent at your waist and pressed your lips to his damp forehead. Then, with a smile you left him and headed for the kitchen.

Whilst you and Steve hadn’t been back to the ranch for a fortnight or so now, the other guys had. More so to make sure the livestock were okay and that no one had been in the house. But right now, you were simply grateful that meant your kitchen and fridge were stocked with the basics you needed. Milk, eggs, butter, yoghurts and some cheese sat in the refrigerator and your pantry was still stocked.

It wasn’t long before Steve smelled the delicious aromas and slowly brought himself downstairs, his trusty pup at his heel in support. A warm feeling spread through his chest as he saw you at the stove, stirring something in a pan.

He didn’t think he’d ever tire of this, seeing you happy, safe, in your shared home.

You’d made tomato soup, grilled cheese, and a bag of frozen fries which you’d tossed in a little rosemary and sea salt to give them a little bite.

Neither of you talked much as you wolfed your food down, and when through, neither of you took much convincing to head up to bed.

The weight of the past few weeks hadn't settled within you. You knew it was over, the battle, the war.

Your brother.

But it felt as if you were still in it. As you pulled back the bedding, you scoffed a bit. This was too normal, too routine. It was just odd. Your heart and your instinct pulled you to care for Steve and his needs. You blocked the rest out.

With a groan, Steve sat on the side of the bed, rubbing his hands through his hair.

"Are you alright?" You asked with a soft worry.

“Yeah…” he assured you, as he gently shuffled between the covers.

"Okay," you whispered and did the same.

Steve rolled to his side and looked at you. “I love you.”

You turned your head and gazed back, "I love you, too."

His fingers trailed down your neck. You moved over to him, your own hand reaching out to thread your fingers through his beard.

His eyes fluttered closed and a sigh escaped his nose. "You're worried," he spoke softly. "I can feel it."

“About you.”

He sighed, "'Mega...."

“I know. I can’t help it.”

"It's over, sweetheart. It's all over."

The implications of what he said suddenly started to sink in. “I guess…yeah…”

And then the tears came.

You sobbed until there was nothing left in you. A shuddering to your chest.

Steve kissed your head and pulled back to look down at you. Your face was wet from your salty tears, your eyes swollen.

His hands moved to swipe the tears from under your eyes.

“I could've lost you. I...everything, I..."

“But you didn’t. And we’re here. Yes, there’s a bit of a way to go but, well, I have this feeling. This time it’s done.”

You could only nod as Steve took a deep breath. “we move on. No more fighting. And…” he moved and slowly rolled you into your back, “we…build our life, our home, our future.”

"I think I like that idea.”

"Well, I'm glad you do." Steve chuckled "because you feature quite heavily in all of it."

You smirked, "how so?"

"Well, "Steve kissed down your neck to your collarbone "I mean we are bonded. For life. It's a soul bond. You couldn't leave now even if you wanted to."

You stretched your neck, "a rarity at best. But I don't want to leave."

“Good.” He kissed across the dip of your throat. “Then you’ll have no objections to marrying me.”

You stilled, "Steve...."

“Yeah….”

"Did... Marry you?"

“Mmmhmmm. I mean…” he moved and propped himself up to look at you, “technically we don’t need to. We’re bonded. That’s the main thing, but…I’d like you to, if you want.”

"I...yes," you gasped as you read the look on his face.

“Yeah?” His mouth curled into a smile.

"Yes," you nodded with a smile of your own.

You whimpered as he kissed you, your hands carding through his beard and to the back of his neck, cradling his head.

“There’s…something else I wanna do.” You whispered against his mouth.

"What's that, baby?"

“I…I wanna go back to Texas. Once the dust has settled and, well, the WSC have done whatever they’re gonna…”

Steve blinked. “Okay, that’s…”

“Just to visit.” You swallowed, “my mamas grave is there and…” you looked down a little, avoiding his eyes, “Colin’s will be somewhere. I left so fast, I never got to say goodbye, and thank him for what he did. I know it’s stupid, they ain’t really gonna be there…but…”

"Hey," he sat up a little more, his weight on his good knee and elbows, "we can do whatever you want. Whatever it is."

“Thank you.”

"There's no need to thank me," he blinked. "I'll spend the last of our days giving you everything you deserve."

Your eyes filled and Steve softly kissed the tip of your nose. “Now…I said I didn’t think I could love on you in the shower…but I think I could manage it just fine here, doll…”

"Okay," you whispered with a small sniffle. "I'm yours."

“I know…” his nose nudged at your bonding mark, scenting your gland.

You inhaled and you preened, elongating your neck as the tip of his nose moved along your tendon. His tongue then traced the line of the golden infinity loops, making you whimper as it sent jolts through your body.

Your hands curled back around his neck as he did it again and a third time.

“Steve…”

"Sweetheart...."

“Need you…”

“I’ve got you, baby. Always.”

And he did.

It felt like no time at all before he had you both out of your sleep wear, when in fact Steve took his time, undressing you slowly and gently. It was like you’d been in a trance, simply allowing him to caress and love on you.

It felt good, damn good. A sensual relief that had been building in you for some time.

He made you cum twice with his mouth, and when he finally crawled back over you, slotting his hips between yours, you were more than ready to feel him.

You gasped and sighed as he stretched you. Steve made you feel full and satiated just from the simple action alone. His hands slid up to find yours, fingers laced together as he gently pressed them to the pillow at either side of your head.

It was breathy, your connecting bodies were punctured with sighs, whimpers and quiet moans. Your words were soft and whispered. His eyes never truly left yours. This was an Alpha loving on his Omega in every pure form.

His thrusts were slow, deep. Your hips rolling together, your body sliding up the bed as he moved in and over hou.

You were holding out, enjoying the feel of him consuming every part of you. His scent, it settled you, his warmth comforted you. His phsycial being weighed you down like a secure blanket. The taste of his tongue on yours was encompassing and delightful.

Both of you could sense the other was holding out, you could feel Steve’s self control almost thrumming around his chest and limbs.

You nuzzled his bonding mark, "together, Alpha."

He groaned and managed a breathy nod, his head moving so he could see your eyes again.

“Let go, Steve..."

He gave a low, rumbling growl and then you saw it, that flash of gold round his beautiful blue irises.

You reacted instantly, your body tightening arou d him, curling into him, your own eyes streaking that reflective gold. The connection, the bond, ignited between you and your souls connected in one universe. A galaxy surrounded your vision and it was just you, and just Steve. United.

His forehead pressed to yours as you trembled beneath him, your hands tightening in his.

You whimpered in his ear. The exhale through your nose fanning his skin. The aura grew bright and then it faded as the warmth of your release blended with his.

For a while you both lay there. Whilst he wasn’t knotted, neither of you wanted to move.

He never pulled out, never pulled away. Rather, when his senses came too and his vision returned, his arms released yours. Then those built and strong arms wrapped around you. With a nudge to his left, he rolled so you were on his chest as he lay in his back.

You sighed happily, and snuggled into him, your head tucked under his chin.

And as you lay there in his arms, the darkness of the room was comforting.

“We can go for a ride tomorrow.” Steve’s deep voice spoke, breaking the silence. “Take the horses up to the hill. Just you and me.”

“And Commando,” you moved and pressed a kiss to Steve’s chest, just above his tattoo.

“And Commando,” he chuckled, kissing your head.

You closed your eyes, a contented smile on your lips. And then, for the first time in weeks you heard the barn owl that lived in the rafters, high about the stacked haybales screeching outside.

His arms tightened just a little as you both lay there, sated, safe and satisfied..

Alpha and Omega.

Soul mates, lovers, partners, equals.

#rawhide #alpha steve rogers x you #alpha steve rogers x omega reader #alpha Steve Rogers #a/b/o au #cowboy au #avengers au #Steve Rogers #omega reader #reader insert #fanfiction #mcu

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soap143 · 5 months

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Hii, so I really liked your lee Han fic and was wondering if you could write a lee Seungmin Ler skz fic where skz find that after seungmin read some mean comments about his smile, he started covering his mouth in pictures and they wanna convince him of how pretty his smile is. You don't have to write this though! Have a great day!!! I love your fics so much!!🩷🩷

Hey! I’ve seen this idea before and I think it is vey cute. Seungmins smile is the best!

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Smile

Lee! Seungmin

Ler! Skz

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Just go to sleep…

Seungmin kept repeating those words in his mind, desperately trying to ignore all the harmful thoughts that kept on tormenting his mind. He has seen these comments a million times, how come they still hurt him?

He flipped onto the other side of the bed, now facing the blank wall. He wished he could just dissapear into it. Seungmin closed his eyes in hopes of never oppening them again…

“Omg helppp your teeth are still crooked after braces?”

“Am i the only one who thinks his smile ugly af…”

“Aint no way he thinks hes cute”

“Just close your mouth please, youre so ugly and annoying”

They didn’t go away even in his dreams. The poor boy shook his head side to side in his sleep, trying to shake those thoughts away. He suddenly woke up, covered in sweat. Thank God it was just a nightmare. Except it wasn’t. People really said that to him without any shame.

The puppy pressed his hand againts his forehead. He felt sick. So sick and tired. Nonetheless, he knew he wouldn’t fall back asleep. So, he grabbed his phone from the nighstand and turned it on, checking the current time.

6:23 am

He groaned in dissapointment. He had at least an hour or two before having to wake up. But, of course, he would simply waste the precious time staring at the blank ceiling. Dissapearing into it wouldn’t be so bad either.

In about an hour (which felt like 37 days to Seungmin) Minho woke up. He lazily walked down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the kids. He wasn’t called the mom of the group for nothing. Seungmin heard his every step. Minho was so strong compared to him. And so much more beutiful. He covered his eyes, squeezing them tightly. But nothing came out.

Soon enough, Seungmin heard Felix strolling to the kitchen aswell. He has lived with long enough to recognise their footsteps. Well, if the sunshine boy was awake, he should get out of bed too. Unfortunetly.

Seungmin slowly got out of bed, forcefully taking his tired body to the bathroom. After finishing up, he walked back to his bedroom to get dressed.

The pup felt like shit, but the smell of delicious food was basically forcing him out of his room. After slumping his body down and kicking around childlishly one last time, he finally got up and made his way to the source of the amazing scent.

He was soon met with the gaze of Minho, Felix and Jeongin, which was surprising because hadn’t heard the maknaes footsteps.

“Morning, Minnie” Minho greeted from his spot at the stove “Good morning, hyung” Seungmin tried his best to not sound grumpy and sad, but he knew he could not pretend to be someone else around his bandmates - they knew him far too well for that.

Not even a minute after the second youngest of he group walked close enough for them to see his face, they knew something was wrong. The rest of the members could always tell what his mood was like just by the way he walked, talked. Hell, even breathed.

“I can’t be only one who thinks that Seungmin is… off” Felix whispered into Jeongins ear “Uhm, that was exactly what I thought, he seems upset about something” the maknae agreed “We should ask Minho about it, I wonder what he thinks…” Felix pondered, walking to said man.

“Hyung, I’m sure that you’ve noticed Seungmin’s strange mood by now. What do you think it is?” the cat man turned his head towards his dongsaeng “I know what it is. I’ll tell you after breakfast. Don’t wanna spoil anything, but I have a plan…”

Felix was satisfied with his answer, updating Jeongin on the exciting news that he had just gotten from the eldest in the room. Both of them started brainstorming in their thoughts about what could the plan be.

Right after breakfast, Seungmin basically ran to his room, not even thanking for the food. However, Lee Know wasn’t bothered, he knew that he could properly punish the younger later…

“Right, and bring the rest of the kids with you, alright?” the second oldest said as he finished his call with Chan “Well?” the sunshine impatiently asked “He said he’ll be here any time now. I made he sure he would bring Han, Changbin and Hyunjin too” “Yay! This is the best plan that you have ever made, Minho hyung!” the fox happily showed his dimply smile after hearing the long awaited news.

You have probably already guessed the plan of the mischevious bunny, but let me tell you anyway:

1. See if Seungmin was actually hurt by the comments.

2. Call everyone over.

3. Tickle the sadness out of him!

Sounds like the best plan ever, right? Well, maybe a bit too simple, but that’s all it took, really.

The first two steps had been completed. They were only one step away from success!

Luckily, Minho knew very well how to complete the remaining step. It was much easier than you might think.

“Your plan is so stupid though, we’re gonna need at least another 37 step plan just to tickle Seungmin” Han rolled his eyes after hearing the amazing idea “No, Jisung, we’re going to convince him to let us wreck him!” Lee Know smiled “Are you serious?! That would require another 1000 steps!” Chan laughed.

To Minho’s advantage, the rest of the group agreed upon his amazing invention, so he won’t have to deal with more than two grumpy party poopers.

“You guys are not listening! We need to put Minnie in a lee mood!” the bunny proudly announced “What is that?” Changbin asked as the quokka started reddening up “Oh, I forgot that some of you are not aware… Well, a lee is someone that-“ Minho’s sentence was cut short by some very much aggressive coughing.

“Hannie, are you ok?” Chan asked with a very concerned look “Uhm *cough* I think I-I’m fine…” the all rounder was slighly relieved when he saw Jeongin and Felix blushing as well.

The leader of danceracha smirked and continued talking “Uhm, I think I’ll explain that later. Now let’s go, we have a mission to complete!” Everybody ran, screaming like a pack of children, pretending to be soldiers.

“MISSION TICKLE SEUNGMIN!” I.N. screamed as the him and the rest of the members barged into the victim’s room “Hyunjin, Han, grab his arms. Changbin, Innie, grab his legs. Felix, Chan and me will take care of the rest!” Minho instructed everyone like the professional he was.

Once everything was finally set up, was when Seungmin came to realization: he was completely inmobile and about to get wrecked. There was no way he was going to let this happen.

“Let go you bahastards! What have I done to deserve this?!” the second youngest started squirming around like crazy in an attempt to free himself.

“Nu-uh you’re not going anywhere!” Hyunjin said with a smile, securing his arms under his butt. Han did the same “Thihis is so unfair! I can’t even move!” the pup whined, trying to get his arms from under Hyunjin.

Felix and Chan took the initiative by poking the boys sides repetitively, making him giggle “Nohoho please~ Anythihing but this!” the lee hysterically giggled, still trying to get out of their grasp.

“Hmmmm, how about no!” Hyunjin happily smiled shoving five of his fingers into the yoonger’s vulnerable armpit “YAHAHAHAHA HYUHUHUHJIN DOHOHON’T!” “Oh you just set yourself up so good” Jeongin murmured in sympathy. Everyone quieted down. Seungmin was scared out of his mind “Hyung! Hyunjin hyung! Please, I-I didn’t mean it…” the pup tried to maneuver his way out of the situation, but it didn’t look like that was going to pay of…

“You’re in deep shit, Seungminnie…”

All seven of the members dug in without a warning “NOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE! H-HYUHUHUHUHNG! ANYONE! PLEHEHEASE~~” Seungmin wildly cackled.

The scene looked rather… Interesting. Hyunjin and Han were having a hard time holding the pups hands down, yet both of them were roughly digging their fingers deep into the victim’s armpits. Minho was situated on his hips, trying to hold the younger’s midriff still by pushing his fingers into Minnies V-line(which was just making him squirm more). Chan and Felix were both attacking each one of Seungmin’s sides, switching in between his ribs and sides. Jeongin and Changbin were keeping themselves occupied by digging their fingers into their bandmate’s thighs, knees and occasionally scratching his soles.

The mean comments were the last thing on the tickle attack victim’s mind - he was much more busy trying to stay alive.

Obviuosly, Seungmin couldn’t handle so many rough tickles all over his body at the same time. The rest of the kids could feel that too. They all slowly stopped, but still didn’t let the poor boy go.

“Let’s play a game to make this interesting, Minnie” Minho fondly smiled looking down at his dongsaeng “P-Plehease no more…” Seungmin’s chest rose up and down restlessly, trying to pump his tired body with blood. Apparently it was doing that quite succesfully, considering the latter’s wine-red face, ears and neck. Not to mention that he still had tears running down his neck, wetting the collar of his shirt.

“Say, how many hyungs do you have?” Lee Know didn’t let up “I-Ihihi don’t know, 7?” “Is Seungmin our new maknae now~?” Jeongin teasingly asked “Nahaha I don’t know…” the “maknae” tiredly grumbled, almost falling asleep on the spot.

“Well, if he insists on having 7, then I don’t see why we should disagree with him!” the leader of danceracha smirked “What do you even mean, hyung?” Changbin whined from the end of the victim’s body “That is exacly how many raspberries he’ll get… From each one of us!” The bunny proudly announced.

Suddenly, Seungmin flinched awake. 7 raspberries?! From EACH one of them?! He is not making it out alive.

“WHAHAHT?! WHY! I don’t deserve this please~~~” “Oh yes you do, did you see how sad and grumpy you were this very morning?!” Felix frowned, poking the younger “Couldn’t even thank me for my amazing breakfast…” Minho mischeviously mentioned, leaving the pup wide eyed.

“Let’s start!” Chan exitedly declared, placing his lips onto the second younger’s side “One…” the kangaroo mumbled into the sensitive spot and blowing the ticklish air into the vulnerable spot “AHAHAHA CHAHANIE HYUHUHNG!!”.

Chan was only on the third raspberry and Seungmin was already dying, there was no way he was going to survive 49 raspberries…

“Mihihinho hyung, yOHOHOHOHUR BREHEHEAKFAST WAS AMAHAHAZING, CAN YOU PLEHEHEASE MAKE AN EXCEPTION FOHOHOHOR MEHEHE~!” the oldest member of vocalracha begged when Chan pressed his lips onto his side for the 4th time.

“Hmmmm… Ok, I’ll forgive just this one time… Only if you can endure raspberries from all sven of us, at the same time, without laughing.” Was he being serious? Migh aswell just say that they were going to kill him.

The pup took a deep breath in and waited in anticipation. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait for long. But was he really thankful? I mean, Han and Hyunjin had their lips pressed against his neck, Chan and Felix were both ready to wreck both of his sides, Minho was smiling into his stomach and Changbin with Jeongin both had a strong grip on both of his legs. Both of them were ready to blow some ticklish air onto God knows which part of his leg.

Just a few second later, he could feel every. single. body part being destroyed. Some of them were cheating by using their fingers to tickle aswell, but he definetly couldn’t tell who those cheaters were.

“p-plehehease…” His laughter was so silent, that the members stopped after only one time “Wow, I honetly didn’t think he would make it!” Han praised the younger, petting his head. Seungmin was so tired and his brain was so fuzzy and empty, that he didn’t care nor hear anything.

“Hey, are you ok, Minnie?” Hyunjin softly asked, signaling the rest of the boy’s to climb of the latter.

No response.

“Seungminnie, are you alright?” Jeongin slighly shook his hyung.

Nothing.

“SEUNGMIN!?” Chan agressively shook the younger with worry in his eyes.

“Huh, w-what…” the poor, tired boy finally woke up, relieving all seven of his bandmates.

“Oh my GOSH SEUNGMIN DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YOU SCA-“ the eldest grabbed the puppie’s shoulders “Calm down Chan… He’s ok” “Are you?!” “Yeah, did we take it too far?!”

The lee was so overwhelmed and exhausted that it took him a few moments to catch up. Though once he did, he made sure to calm everyone down.

“It was fine, guys. I promise. I didn’t mind…”

One thing that he also noticed is…

He had completely forgotten why he was upset in the first place.

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I hope you enjoyed! Do you guys like the long buildups? I love writing them.

I’ve been putting this request away for a while, so glad that finnished it. Hope you have a nice day/night!

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