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love-toxin · 7 months

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bonus night - mike schmidt

plot: jk it's just por-//SHOT

(cws: fem!reader, FNAF movie spoilers!!!, rough sex, riding, begging, a teeny tiny taste of dom mike, tit sucking, bruising, protected sex w/ a twist, post-fnaf canon, established relationship)

wc: 2k

There's absolutely no question that it's been a long fucking day. One of many, in fact, both behind him and yet to come.

Aside from his sleep schedule still being tremendously fucked from that five night ordeal, Mike's also had the stress of landing a new job and keeping it this time. He's lucky–god, he's lucky that an old friend of his just happened to have a connection–but that just puts more pressure on his ability to keep a level head and not lose this one. Plus, with his meds cut out as well as a whole host of new traumas to keep him up at night it's almost more stressful than fighting for his own life. With today being the end of orientation and the first real shift on the job, it's finally sinking in that a new chapter of life has started but his problems are still an uphill battle.

Bills, backpay, rent, Abby's therapy, pacifying their aunt who was quite aghast at waking up disheveled on their living room floor…it's been a process to say the least. His one saving grace has been you. You. His beautiful, gentle angel, with a voice like sugar and honey and skin as soft as velvet, warm like a shallow pool on a summer's day that he'd want to float in for hours. You're so precious he can't think of a single thing he's done in life that tops being your lover, or even comes close.

Well…maybe there's one thing.

“Mike,” The squeaking of the bed beneath you just barely drowns out the high, sweet whimper that your voice has melted into. “Please baby, slow down-”

A squeaky “ah!” flies from your mouth regardless of that insistent plea, your lover's hips like stone pistons as he bucks up and topples you over to land back against his chest. He loves you there; the feeling of your tits squished against his chest as he holds your ass in an iron grip. Thumbs dig into each cheek, palms splayed out to keep you spread but still in your place–stretched enough to take him but tight enough not to let him slip out. Not even now, an hour after he carried you through the door over his shoulder, when his spit and cum and sweat have coalesced into a damp sheen spilling over his lap. Fuck the mess. He'll clean it up later, if he doesn't just throw his whole bundle of sheets into the wash to scrub away the evidence.

Each thump, thump, thump of your body thrown down rings more in your ears than his, but both of you feel it equally. Your womb kissed with hard, stinging passion on every thrust, and Mike's stomach twisting and flexing as his cockhead beats that spot raw, instincts begging him to drain all he has left inside. He's got lots of pent-up energy to spare, and on the one night that his sister's gone to a sleepover you can bet he took the chance to let some of it out. He'd barely had time to grab a condom–as eager as he was, it pales in comparison to the heat between your thighs when you see him get all riled up. If he'd let you put it on for him, you'd probably have it off in a second. Now he's just at the mercy of your needy and downright addictive pussy.

“Fuck!” Your mewls shift into a spitting, hissing curse when he bites down on one of those beautiful breasts of yours. Unlike what a weaker man would do, Mike isn't averse to leaving bruises–what else could be expected? He tries to be a gentleman in public and you always tell him he is, but the desire to put hands all over those pretty tits and mark his claim on them is second nature now. And no matter how much you'll complain about them being sore afterwards, you'll still push them in his face with that devilish look that's daring him to do it all over again.

Besides, he can't resist those things swinging right in front of him. And you'll forget the sting so quickly, his tongue will make short work of those shallow wounds you feel as he latches his lips and starts to suck. Greedily.

“Mike!”

Your hands in his hair won't stop him. But they don't really want to–as always you love to tug but you never push him back, you don't try to get any more space between you because what's already there is still not close enough.

God your whiny voice is so cute. He couldn't feel more lucky to have picked you up when he did. How would he know that the girl he helped out once for an ice cream would end up being his girlfriend? He just thought you were cute, and he felt bad seeing your face fall as you counted out your change in line, so he hadn't thought twice about the dollar he put down on the counter in your stead. Such an adorable little ditz, and now he's got you riding his lap and kissing him awake nearly every morning. If he wanted to catch a break, this is it.

“M-Mike, m'gonna cum,” Your whimpers dig into his ear and tug at the strings of his heart, his head already turned to soothe you with a low, soft shush brushed by your cheek. There there. With a stroke of your hair, you're melting again.

“Mhm,” He hums again, his warmth a lull following the furious heat that's been sparked by the friction of his hips pumping at a violent pace. “Shh, sh sh. We’ll go slow, I promise.” His murmuring muddies your head, his fingers descending quickly towards their destination. Once they reach it at the crest of your soft, pudgy mound that's been brutalized by his cock, he's glad to see you finally let that tension go as you slump forward into his chest. You just need to cling to him for awhile, and he certainly won't be complaining.

The smell of your sweat, your heat, your sleek, soft tongue wetting the bruises your teeth leave in his throat, all that whining and groaning and high, girlish squealing as your hips hump his lap–these and more are all reasons he has to absolutely worship you. Your starry-eyed gaze as you look upon him in ecstasy etches itself into his very soul. He won't ever forget this…he won't ever forget you. Not the warmth of you both being cheek-to-cheek, your hand coaxing out his end as it trails reverently from his jaw down his heaving chest.

“Pleeeeease,” You whisper, so achingly sweet he could cry as easily as cum. “Please, baby?”

Please. Such a pretty word. Prettier from your mouth most of all, so pretty it hurts–nearly stings as he digs his nails in and leaves marks on each cheek, though it will moreso for you when you wince at sitting down at your desk tomorrow morning. You're shaking, trembling more like, and even if he made you wait for it you wouldn't be able to obey. The spasms wracking through you can't be controlled, nor can the grind of your hips down as you let those strong hands drag you all the way to the base. So far that it causes a twinge in your expression as the orgasm passes, your ecstasy blotting out the stretch that you're gonna feel all the way up to your hips in the morning.

But he's got to get in deep, has to make it ache, so he's got a grip so firm it's trembling up his arms and you're shaking even harder on top of him as he digs in and lets loose. There's no question he's hit your womb, it's more curious to whether he's broken through it or not…by the way you bite down on his shoulder and bear the pressure, though, he must be nearly there. Nearly squeezing through that tight, tight wall so he's draining his seed right where it's meant to be. And you paw at him all the while, lower lip quivering, tears threatening to spill, yet you won't let up on rubbing yourself back on his thighs–it just isn't enough until you've taken all he has to give, and even then he can spot that gleam in your eyes that begs for even more. The fact that the condom's split isn't even in his mind, it's floated so far away he won't think of it until it's too late to stop.

Yet all that heat hits the same end after the climax. The friction subsides, the breathing slows, and the two of you are left in content silence as you quietly come back to your senses. There's something even more intimate about losing oneself as a collective; being so hedonistic in pursuing an indulgence, yet facing the fear of baring your own heart to one you love in the process, and reaching an even more satisfying end as it all comes to a close. It's glorious. He wouldn't trade it for anything. He wouldn't trade sex for his own life now that he's had it with you. But, again, he's still coming down from the high–he’ll most certainly feel the embarrassment of losing himself so indulgently as the cool air from the AC starts setting in.

“Was that good, baby?” Your tone just drips with deliciously sinful innocence, god. You've got such a proud expression on your face as he finds the words through his post-coital haze, hands inching back down your ass to grab handfuls of it yet again. Once he's got a grip he tugs, and draws you closer to meet you in a kiss–and as wet as it still is from the exercise, the way you lean into it and giggle is just enough to send his heart burning into passionate flames yet again.

“Very. Always is.” Panting, sweaty, he'd have no trouble convincing the neighbors he was just having it out on a treadmill for the last hour. If he could afford one.

“The best you've ever had?”

“Best. Best and only. Can I get up now?”

“Mmm…” You make a show of thinking up your answer only to tap him on the nose as you lean forward over him. “...No. I like this.”

Mike claps you on the ass suddenly, the smack echoing loudly in his modest little bedroom and eliciting a squeal from you that's just as punctual. Your squirming only draws a heat up inside him again though, and he knows better than anyone that that's exactly what you want. You'd be happy if he never got out of bed again, and if he spent all day with his cock nestled nice and warm inside you.

“Up. I gotta piss. Don't make me count.”

“Fiiiiiiine.” Huffy and puffy as always, you soon relent and slip off with a bit of manoeuvring to flop into bed beside him. “Can I at least hold it?” Rather than say something equally as shameful, he just pushes his pillow over your face with reddened cheeks and ducks with laughter as you launch it back at him, already up and on his way to the bathroom to wash off–and to soon find the evidence of that broken contraception that's definitely gonna plant a seed of worry in him when he realizes. Or…maybe not. God knows how many jokes you've made about wasting his cumshots in your mouth, and how often you've jumped him with no inkling of whether he's got a rubber in reach or not.

Maybe this is just another chapter of life, one more stage he's been readying himself for unconsciously. Whatever it comes with, he's gonna be beside you either way–so in a sense, he's more prepared than he's ever been to face what lies ahead.

#mutuals if u look at me im legally required to gag u #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #spicy writing #fnaf movie #fnaf mike #ellie writes #2k

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endlessthxxghts · 8 months

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What You Need

no outbreak!neighbor!joel miller x afab!reader || W/C: ≈6.3k

Summary: You come home from a horribly stressful day at University to everything in your family home a complete mess only for you to take care of. Joel helps you and gives you exactly what you need.

Warnings: SUUUPER self indulgent (sorry guys - it makes for a good plot tho, so i’m not all that sorry <3). no use of “y/n”, age gap (22/42), LATINO JOEL MILLER (idc what anyone says, he needs a warning), established relationship, no physical descriptions of reader, pet names (darlin’, sweet girl, pretty girl, princess, etc.), reader “takes care of everyone but who takes care of her” plot, more porn than plot lol, [SMUT 18+ MDNI] daddy kink, sir kink, heavy on the D/s dynamic (reader falls into subspace), cockwarming, unprotected piv (don’t be like these 2 idiots), breeding kink, cum eating, creampie, finger fucking, finger sucking (briefly), choking, hair pulling, brief thoughts about anal, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, hickeys/marking kink, squirting!, toy use, fluffy ending… i think that’s it?? (dear lord pls forgive me, for i have sinned) if i missed anything, lmk pls!

Quick lil author’s note (see bottom for extended a/n): In all honesty, I wanna dedicate this (nasty) little one shot to @javierpena-inatacvest because if it wasn’t for our interactions as of late plus reading your “It’s Never Too Late” fic, I never would’ve said fuck it and just start writing with the intention of potentially showing it to the world. Thank you for inspiring me. You’re amazing & I literally love u so so much. You deserve phenomenal head all the love in the world for everything you do <3.

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It was a long day at university today, as per usual, but something about today completely drained you.

You went to bed past midnight last night because you were busy finishing up a paper, only to get up at 7am the next morning to spend the next 13 hours juggling between classes, assignments, and studying in your “free” time. By the time you were ready to head back home, you were on your very last thread, begging to snap. You also completely spaced on nourishing your body today, the only thing running through it being water and coffee — lots of coffee.

That’s not even the worst part. The worst part is that the minute you entered your family home, the entire house was an absolute mess, your pets weren’t given their food yet, and no dinner was made. And just like every other day since you grew into an acceptable height to reach the kitchen stove, you took care of it. All of it.

You were so grateful to your family for allowing you to stay at home during your undergraduate years. It makes your in-state tuition even cheaper, and you get the comfort of your own bed. You knew not many people could rely on their parents and family like this, so you don’t want to sound selfish when you think about how you really wish you had your own place right about now.

It’s been an hour and a half since you've been home, and you’re barely finishing up getting the food for your dogs when your phone dings in your back pocket.

Didn’t text me when you got home, baby. Everything okay?

It was from Joel. The neighbor directly across from you, and a quickly growing family friend of yours. Your heart both saddens at the fact that you forgot your unspoken ritual, but it swells at the way he can read you.

It all began at a small family party last year. You were 21 at the time, and for some reason you could not take your eyes off of your neighbor — who was 20 years your senior. It was always just shared glances or you bringing baked goods from your stress-baking endeavors, but at that party, there was a good period of time where your entire family went outside to the bonfire in the backyard to drink until their hearts gave out, leaving you with the dishes and a trashed house to clean. Joel noticed this, how much they relied on you. Whether it was coming over for a beer with your brothers or your father, or to fix an appliance for your older sister, they always walked all over you — when you did absolutely everything for them. So, he took matters into his own hands and went inside to help you clean up.

You insisted he didn’t need to, but you knew he wouldn’t let up. So, there, you two worked, harmoniously, straightening up your home in half the time it would normally take you by yourself. The second you completed the last task, you reached for the remote and plopped yourself on the couch, half expecting Joel to go back outside with your family. Except, he plopped himself on the couch right next to you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen, “What are we watchin’, darlin’?”

“You know you could’ve stayed outside with everyone else, Miller,” you say as you turn your body to him with an eyebrow quirked up. He matches your expression, “Well, where’s the fun in that?”

You break into a breathy little giggle, satisfied with his comeback, and you turn on the TV. With your family completely occupied outside, it was easy for either of you to make a move. And although Joel had been planning to for the last few months before this party, you took matters into your own hands and lifted his arm closest to you, tucked yourself into his side and pulled his arm back around your body. He looked down at you, smirking at your boldness while your eyes remained fixed on the movie before you.

The next few hours of the night were filled with secret caresses and stolen kisses, and you have never felt more loved and appreciated in your life. From then on, you’ve been absolutely smitten with him, and he with you.

Instead of replying, you dial him instead. Not even a third ring goes by before he answers, “Baby.”

“Oh my god, hi, baby, I’m so sorry. I completely spaced. The minute I got home, the house was a mess, the dogs weren’t fed yet, dinner wasn’t even cooked, and I-”

“Mi amor,” he says with a deep breath, implicitly telling you to take one, “it’s okay, baby. I don’t wanna hear sorry from you. I’m sorry everythin’ is a mess, baby. Can I help? Need me to come over?”

Your rapid heart rate immediately starts to slow at how calming, ready and willing he is to give you anything you need. Your family would go absolutely insane if Joel just showed up right now with the sole intention of helping you take care of the home and yourself, but you don’t mention that. “No, baby, I promise I’m okay. I just need to relax. I need-” you pause for a moment to take another breath because you feel your body going panicky again. “I need…honestly, I just need you.”

After the shitty day you’ve had today, having to take control of every single thing, honestly all you really want, and need, right now is for your control to be taken away. You don’t want to think, you don’t want to decide, and you don’t even want to figure out your dinner even though you haven’t eaten all day.

He pauses for a moment, hearing the slight whine at your last statement. And just like that, Joel is at your rescue. “You need me, huh, babygirl?”

“Mhm, please.”

“Cross the street, darlin’, right now,” and he hangs up the phone.

You bolt out of your seat, and sprint straight to the front door, quickly locking it. You think to say something on the Ring camera, letting your family know you’ll be back, but you know they won’t even think twice at your absence. You already cleaned the house and took care of the animals they begged for but don’t care for — why else would they look for you?

Just in case they do check the cameras, however, you immediately veer to the left side of your driveway into the blind spots of your front door.

Within seconds, you’re at his door about to knock, but he’s already opening the door, whispering a soft hi followed by your name, and pulling you into a tight embrace. He pulls you away for a second, assessing your face, assessing your needs. He sees your brows pulled together, eyes glossed over, and a pout beginning to form. You don’t need soft and comforting. You need stern, dominating control. You need nothing but pure bliss, and he’s going to give that to you. But first:

“Safe words. Repeat em’.”

“Red for hard stop, yellow if I’m starting to get uncomfortable, and green to keep going.”

“That’s my girl,” he says and finally pulls you in for that rough, all-consuming kiss you’ve been craving. It’s a battle of teeth and tongue, and obviously he wins. His hands are roughly sliding down to the underside of your asscheeks, tightly pulling you into his hardening bulge. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, but pause for a moment because he never gave you permission to. He senses that, and pulls back for just a moment. “Such a good fuckin’ girl for me. Go ‘head, baby, touch me.”

You immediately bring your arms back up to grab ahold of him but too riled up in how he’s making you feel, you don’t notice the huge grumble your empty tummy makes. He pulls both your wrists back from his neck and puts an insufferable amount of space between you two.

He says your name, filled with both concern and slight anger. “When was the last time you ate?”

Silence.

He lets go of your wrist and grabs your chin between his pointer and thumb, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I’m not askin’ again, baby.”

“Y-yesterday night,” you stumble out.

“I’m not givin’ you a heavy meal ‘cause that’ll just upset your stomach, but I am fixin’ you somethin’. Go upstairs, change into the clothes on the bed, come back down and position yourself on the ottoman, like I taught ya last week, hm?”

Too enamored by his roughly smooth voice, all you can muster up is a nod. His eyebrow barely shifts, but that’s all a warning you need. “Yes, sir.”

Padding up into his room, already feeling your insides start to float, you reach the edge of his bed to see a pair of black cheeky boxers, and a thin, fitted black tee. You quickly strip off everything you arrived here in and slip on the garments he gave you. Wasting no time, you head back down in a bee line to the ottoman.

Like I taught ya last week, hm?

His words echo in your mind as you begin to recall last week’s endeavors.

You were straddling his lap for a while now, slowly swallowing each other’s moans and making every part of each other’s body ingrained into your memories. Until suddenly he pulls back, eyes dead set with intention. “You trust me, baby?”

“Always, Joel,” you say back with as stern a voice as possible, confused as to why he’d ask such a thing. “Can I teach you somethin’, then, darlin’?”

You pull him into one more kiss before you breathily tell him yes and pull yourself off his lap to stand before him, fully at his disposal.

He stands up, and without any verbal indications, he’s grabbing onto you and molding your body onto the ottoman in a position that begins to drift you off into subspace. You don’t know if it’s the fact that you're sitting on your knees with your legs tucked under you, or if it’s the slow drag of his hands caressing your inner thighs, pulling them farther apart from each other. Or maybe it’s the way he softly places your hands, palms up, atop of your thighs. Whatever the hell it is, you absolutely fucking love it.

He feels you melting into every little touch he makes and he notes every little moment you slip further and further into your space. “Doin’ okay, my sweet girl?” he asks, voice dark and sweet.

All you can pull out of yourself is a pathetic little whine and a head nod.

“This is position number one. Remember it. We’ll learn more later, but this’ll do just fine for a while, baby.”

And with that, he kisses you ever so softly but with such a dominating, addictive energy that you feel yourself try to push up into him, and immediately he pulls away.

“Sweet girl, Imma let it slide this time, but you do not move from this position unless given permission. Ya hear?”

You return to your original position and assure him how good you’ll be, “Won’t happen again, daddy, I promise.”

His jaw clenches at the honorific; that’s your number one tell that signifies you’ve completely submitted and fallen into subspace. He had originally planned on giving you what you asked for two days ago — “Please, Joel, I need you to fuck me, hard.” — but seeing you all docile and ready for him just makes him want to absolutely praise you in the most beautiful ways possible.

So that’s what he did. For hours. An hour of bending you over the ottoman to eat your pussy like a man who had all the time in the world, an hour of fingering orgasm after orgasm out of you while his mouth switched between licking and marking your tits, and a few hours after that just slowly fucking you into his mattress, caressing and loving on every single part of your body he could reach.

Let’s just say, your family didn’t see you for the rest of that day or the next, and you did not care one fucking bit.

You shuffle onto the ottoman, your form now perfected after secretly practicing each night to increase your endurance of staying in such a position for however long Joel needed you to.

You wait for about five more minutes before he comes back with a platter of all of your favorite fruits — strawberries, mangoes, and pineapple — and sits on the cushioned seat right in front of you. He melts at how good you sit for him, immediately disregarding his original plan and wanting you as close to him as possible.

“My good, beautiful girl,” he says softly, in a way that you’re not sure if it was even meant for you to hear, but you still melt nonetheless. “Come,” he says as he pats his lap while setting the plate off to the table beside him.

You shoot up like a lightning bolt, too excited at the thought of being able to feel him again, but before you can climb up, he grabs your hips, stopping you for a second. He slides his fingers into the hem of your underwear and slowly slides them completely off of you, setting them neatly on the ottoman behind you. He slowly reaches for his belt, then slides it off, letting it fall somewhere on the ground. You stand completely still, patiently waiting for whatever he’s going to give you, although your pussy is proving anything but patient.

He undoes the button and zipper of his jeans and signals for you to come up. “Take me out, cariño.”

You climb up on his thighs, not fully straddling him to give yourself some room to tug his jeans and boxers down enough to pull him free. You pull him free with a small moan escaping your lips, wanting to dart your tongue out and lick his angry tip, but he didn’t give his permission for that. So, you begrudgingly let him go, and wait for what comes next.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he states nonchalantly as if his dick isn’t absolutely begging for you to reach out and grab it. “You’re gonna sit on my cock, keep me nice and warm. Without moving. Only until you’ve eaten all the fruit on this plate will I think about what’s gonna happen next. Got it?”

Your voice trembles, “Y-yes, sir.”

He nods his head, while bringing his hand up to your mouth, signaling for you to let your drool fall. You scoot closer and lift your hips up while he pumps himself a few times to completely cover himself in your spit. With how much your cunt is dripping, you knew his lewd act was for his benefit and his only.

The second his tip catches at your entrance, you can’t control the high-pitch whine that falls from your mouth, and he can’t stop himself from gripping your hips with a bruising force in an attempt to keep from mercilessly pounding up into you right here.

“So f-fucking full,” you breath out as you sink lower and lower, to which he nearly growls with a strained, “So fucking tight.”

You finally bottom out, and you both take a moment to breathe and settle any impulsive thoughts of forgetting the purpose of tonight’s scene. You shift a little to adjust to settle your legs more comfortably at his sides, while he leans over to bring your plate of fruit closer. Both your actions together make you hiss in desperation.

“Color, baby?”

“Green, sir, green,” you promise him.

He smiles, genuine and bright, before his face goes dark and smug again. He picks up a piece of pineapple with his fingers. “Open.”

You lean in and take the sweet fruit from his fingers, making sure to lick any residual of the pineapple’s sweet juices. This goes on until you’ve finished every last piece he cut for you. Towards the last few pieces, your pussy was absolutely drenching his cock with your slick, both your thighs and his soaked. He could feel every pulse and every flutter, and no matter how patient he usually was, something in the air tonight was testing every ounce of his strength.

He sets the plate aside and licks a mix of fruit juices and your spit clean off his fingers. You watch him, completely entranced by the way his tongue wraps around his thick fingers, and you can’t help but feel such an aching need to throw yourself at him.

So you do. And to your surprise, he allows it. You pull both his arms to wrap around your middle and you push yourself into him for a searing kiss, whimpering for him to slip you his tongue. He indulges, and you immediately begin grinding your hips down onto his cock. He growls and wraps his arms tighter around you, adding more pressure into your grind, forcing you to break the kiss to regain your breath. “Fuck, baby. Such an impatient little one, aren’t ya?” He rasps out.

Your hips move faster at his words, trying to will yourself to say something, anything, but you can’t. He notices your effort. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, baby, hm?”

And with that — with the notion that he’ll take care of you with anything you need — you completely fall. “Y- yes,” you moan out, “Da- fuck- daddy’s got me.”

Ah, there she is. Daddy’s girl. His back straightens so he’s towering over you more. He grabs your jaw tightly while you continue to pleasure yourself on his dick, forcing you to hold his stare. “Oh, sweet girl, daddy’s always gonna give ya what ya need. Promise, baby. Now be the good little girl I know you are and cum for me.”

You can feel him meet every movement of your hips, coaxing your high out of you faster than you realize. The wet, squelch your pussy makes every time you suck him in is enough to make him release his load, but he won’t. Not until you’ve came more times than ever before, not until you’re left completely fucked dumb.

He snakes his hand down to the front, reaching for your clit, using his thumb to make mind-numbing, calculated circles. Your back arches at the sensation, head thrown back, and he brings his other free hand to the back of your neck to pull you closer into him. He ravishes your neck all over, sucking and biting all your weak spots, your pulse points, only to run his tongue over it in soothing motions, getting even more worked up at the marks that’ll form tomorrow. Then, he rips your shirt right in half, letting it fall to the ground. So much for makin’ you change, he thinks. He brings his mouth lower and lower, sucking one of your nipples in between his teeth, throwing you over the edge.

Your vision goes white, your entire body goes rigid, and your pussy uncontrollably flutters around his dick as he peppers your neck and chest with more kisses while you come back down.

Your body is now soft and pliant, fully ready for whatever more Joel is going to give you. Your head is still high up in the clouds, and it will be for a while, but he always knows how to take care of you. You feel him slowly lift you off his dick and you hear him groan as he looks down.

“God fucking damn, doll, look at you all over me. Such a fuckin’ mess.”

Your face heats up immediately, “I- I’m sorry, daddy, I-”

He grabs your jaw again and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue. He pulls away bringing your bottom lip with him until he lets go, letting it fall back into place, now wet with his spit. “Don’t fuckin’ apologize for that. You made daddy so proud, baby. So much so that you’re gonna do it again for me,” he says as he squeezes your ass cheek.

You squeak out a gasp and a breathy please. He stands up and makes his way to his bedroom with you still wrapped around him like a koala.

Immediately he throws you on the bed, and before you’re able to scramble up towards the pillows, he’s already pushing you up by the thighs and kneeling between your spread legs.

He releases one thigh for a quick second and holds his hand out, “Pillow, baby.” It takes your blissed mind one moment to register, but as soon as it does, you don’t waste a second, grabbing the pillow next to your head and eagerly handing it to him. He takes the pillow and taps your thigh twice, signaling for you to lift up. He secures the pillow under your hips then brings both his large hands back to the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs up so you’re nearly folded in half, giving him complete access to your dripping heat.

If there’s one thing about Joel Miller, it’s that he loves to make a fucking mess. You thought your first sensation would be one flat lick up your cunt, but instead you feel warmth. Wet and warm and everywhere, and finally you realize, he let his mouth fill with spit only to absolutely drench you with it. Once he’s satisfied with his mess only then does he dive into you like a man starved. Licking and pushing into your slit while the tip of his nose rubs against your clit has you climaxing in an instant, your back arching and your hips lifting as much as they can with the weight of his hands on your thighs keeping you in place.

He lets one hand slowly slide off your thigh and up your belly until he reaches one of your tits, switching between grabbing your entire breast and pinching your nipple. He continues to lick at you and circle your clit with his tongue until you’re a complete whining mess from the overstimulation. “Daddy, please,” you moan.

He lifts his head, eyes as black as ever, “I’ve got you, princess, you can take it.” He reluctantly breaks away from your cunt and kisses his way up your body, taking his time with sloppy, open mouthed kisses near your hip bone and your sternum, knowing those areas drive you crazy the most. He makes sure to bite a little extra hard in some areas on his journey up, knowing you love to admire all the marks and bruises he makes on you.

He sucks another bruise right underneath your jaw, making you push up into him more, while his hands continue to wander and grasp every part of your body that he can. Finally he reaches your mouth and gives you a sweet, long kiss to your mouth, distracting you enough that you don’t see him reach for the vibrator in the nightstand beside the bed. You feel him slide his hand back down your body, but you still don’t realize the vibrator’s presence until you feel the buzz directly on your clit.

Out of pure reaction, your hand flies to the nape of his neck and tugs sharply, all while obscenities fall pathetically from your mouth, “Oh- f-fuck, daddy, yes! J-just like that, please, please don’t stop…” The quick-paced, blinding pleasure builds so fast it cuts off your dirty mouth and reduces you down to moans and gasps and whines of daddy, daddy, daddy.

He slips two fingers into your pussy, sliding in with so much ease with how wet you are from a combination of your cream and his spit, all while he uses his other hand to push the vibrator into your bundle of nerves.

You don’t know whether it has been one minute or one hour of this, but all you know is that you’ve got sweat lining your forehead, beading down your body, and you absolutely can’t take the buzzing pleasure with the constant come-here motion with his fingers anymore, you have to let go. Although this time, it feels different than the rest of the times Joel has made you cum. This time… this time it feels like- you have to pee?

Immediately you start to panic and try to break away from his hold, unable to allow yourself to fucking pee all over him. “Daddy, wait! Please stop.. it- it feels different, like I.. I think I’m gonna pee..” you gasp, trying to articulate your thoughts while he continues his torture on your cunt.

His eyes go wide and it immediately registers for him, “Fuck, baby, don’t worry about that, just let go. Come on, daddy’s got you. You trust me?”

You hesitate for a moment, but still, you know the answer, “Y-yes, daddy.”

“Good, my princess. Cum for me, fuckin’ soak me. I told you I wanted another fuckin’ mess,” he demands and fucks you even harder with his fingers and increases the pressure of the vibrator.

You all but scream, definitely sure the neighbors can hear you, but you don’t give a fuck with the fireworks erupting behind your eyes and all throughout your body. Your body is still convulsing and you’re sure you’ve gone unconscious for a moment, but what brings you back to the Earth is the feeling of a warm, flat tongue licking you all over, cleaning you up. Then another sensation hits you: your bottom half is completely fucking drenched. You muster up all the strength you can to open your eyes and look down to see what’s going on.

You see your big, broad man licking you up so sweetly, but from his mouth down he is also absolutely soaked, down to the collar of his dark green shirt he was wearing.

Holy fuck. You fucking squirted. That was new. And with Joel’s reaction to it, you’re definitely sure that’s not gonna be the last time he pulls that out of you.

He doesn’t realize you’re up again until you’re softly calling his attention back up to you and not your pussy. He makes eye contact with you, and his eyes fucking sparkle. Yeah, there’s no way this was a one time kind of thing. He sits back up on his haunches and strips himself of his shirt. He never pulled his jeans back up from when you used him to get off in the living room, so his dick has been patiently waiting for attention since your last two orgasms.

He strips himself completely at the bottom half, too, leaving you with a perfect view of his toned chest, softer middle, and bulging arms and shoulders. Your cunt, all used and abused, fucking clenches on nothing at the naked sight of him. Of course, he fucking notices.

“Oh, my poor baby. She’s just fuckin’ beggin’ to be filled, huh?” His southern drawl always intensifies whenever he gets spurred on like this. And, fuck, if it doesn’t make you fold more than you already do.

You whine at his words and spread your legs even wider for him to see what’s rightfully his.

“Just beggin’ to get pumped full of my fuckin’ cum, huh, princess? Is that what she wants? That what my babygirl wants?”

“Please, daddy! Yes, that’s what I- what I need, daddy… need you ins- fuck- need you inside, daddy,” you ramble out, already fucked stupid but still begging for more. He situates himself on top of you, stopping your begging with a harsh kiss that leaves your already swollen lips throbbing. “Shhh, I’m gonna give you what you need, darlin’,” and he kisses you one more time as he begins to notch his tip at your entrance.

He hooks his arm underneath your knee, hiking your one leg up higher to open you completely. You feel him start to push in deeper, and neither of you can help the initial gasp of how good it feels to be consumed by one another. He leans down again to kiss you, unable to get enough of your lips on his, and you bring your hand back up to the back of his head, keeping him close to you, feeling the exact same way.

He completely bottoms out into you then, his breathing labored and you, a whimpering mess. No matter how many times you two have fucked, his sheer size always makes you feel like it’s the first time. He stays still to let you get used to the feeling again. You both lay there for a few minutes, kissing and consuming each other’s breaths and moans while he gives you rhythmic little grinds to stimulate your clit. Your pussy is sobbing at this point, enough wetness has accumulated that he’s able to slide right out until just the tip is in you and he pushes right back in, hard.

He fucks you hard, maintaining this rhythm for a while, completely consumed by the way you wrap around him so perfectly. What started off as one leg hiked up around him turned into a complete mating press, giving you the maximum sensation of his length and girth pumping in and out of you. He always gets so foul-mouthed whenever you two end up in this position, not that you’d ever complain because you love hearing that rough, sexy Southern drawl utter absolute filth that only your ears will ever get to hear.

“Fuck, darlin’, it’s like she was fuckin’ made for me. Wrapped around my cock, so fucking tight and warm. I could spend fuckin’ forever here wrapped up in your tight fuckin’ cunt,” he groans.

“All for you, daddy, always,” you respond, purposefully squeezing your pussy tight in time with your words. That drives him absolutely fucking crazy that he pulls his arm upwards in between your legs that are resting on his torso and brings his hand up to wrap around your throat. “Say it again,” he growls, “tell me who the fuck this pussy belongs to, baby.” He squeezes the sides of your neck tighter, creating an even lighter sensation in your head coupled with the submissive daze you’ve been in since you got here.

“F-fuck, d-daddy- shit,” you can’t focus on anything but the way he feels wrapped around your neck while balls deep inside of you.

“Darlin’ girl,” he warns, “don’t make me repeat myself.”

You sob out, willing your body to respond to him, willing your body to obey, “Th- this pussy belongs t- to-“ you take a breath, “to you, daddy, only you. Forever.”

He releases your throat and pulls your legs down from the mating press, wrapping them around his waist instead. He places one hand at the back of your head and the other on the headboard, then kisses you furiously before breaking away, “God damn f-fuckin’ right, princess. All fuckin’ mine to do whatever I fuckin’ want.” And with that, he’s slamming into you, his hand on the headboard in a (wasted) attempt to save the wall from the constant banging.

“Touch that pretty little clit, princess,” he breathes out, chasing his own release now with the sole intention of marking you with his seed. One hand still on his neck, the other snakes down to rub your clit in fast, messy circles, your body begging to cum for a fourth time tonight. “Daddy,” you whine out again, the honorific clearly being your only vocabulary for tonight.

“I know, honey, I know,” he coos, “Cum for me, mama, and I’ll fill you up right fuckin’ now,” he sucks on your bottom lip, “You want that, baby? To be pumped full of me?” He knows your answer, yet he still asks anyway knowing how much his words affect you.

“Please, God, yes, fill me up… I need your cum so fucking badly, I need to feel you, please,” you beg, only spurring him on more.

With both of your mouths spilling such dirty words, his lips anywhere they can reach with the combination of you playing with your clit and him pounding into you, your body enters the astral plane yet again for the fourth time tonight. Though, this time, you force your body to come back down, so you can feel his warmth spill into you.

It only takes but a few more thrusts after you climax for him to follow suit, roaring out as hot, thick ropes of cum spill into you, overflowing and dripping out of your sore cunt. He slowly pulls out, labored breathing, sits back up and just watches. Watches as your pussy clenches to keep him locked inside of you, watches as his load drips down your folds over your tight, little asshole. Another day, he thinks to himself with a smirk.

He doesn’t even realize what he’s doing until his fingers are engrossed in the thick combination of your releases. You moan out at the sensitivity of your pussy, but Joel doesn’t care. He slips his middle and ring finger in, feeling just how much he filled you up. And before you know it, he’s pumping in and out of you yet again, his eyes completely focused on your glistening sex, hitting that spongy spot inside of you that has you fluttering for another fucking release.

“Ahh,” you hiss, not knowing whether you want him to stop or keep going. He uses his other hand to rub on your clit. Fuck. Yeah, okay, you want him to keep going. “Shit, daddy, I’m gonna cum again,” you say as you scramble to get ahold of the bedsheets.

Joel’s gaze breaks away from your cunt to look at you, he smirks like the devil, “Oh, yeah, honey? Gonna give me another one? Come on, baby, I know you have it in you,” he slips a third finger inside. You whine at the stretch. “One more mess, baby, and then I’ll take care of you, I gotcha,” he says for comfort.

You’re nearing the point where you guys usually begin to transition into aftercare, and he knows. He always knows. But he also knows that today you need a little extra push, so he gives it to you.

The thrusts of his fingers don’t come to a stop, but they exponentially slow. “Give me a color, mi amor,” he softly encourages. Even with your erratic breathing, you’re able to force out, “Oh my god, daddy, green, green, green, please go faster, just like before, please-”

He quickly leans forward and stops your blabbering with a chaste kiss and chuckles when he pulls back, “My god, I love you so much, princess.” Then his fingers pick back up to the speed you were so desperately loving before, his and your cum leaking out all over the inside of your thighs.

“Fuck, daddy, I love you so fucking much, fuck, thank you, thank you,” you cry out. A few more pumps and a few more circles to your clit and you’re cumming for the fifth (and final) time tonight. Joel groans at the way you finish on his fingers, and it’s his mouth that blabbers out this time.

“Shit, baby, yes, soak my fuckin’ fingers, let me feel you, fuck-” He’s so enthralled at the sight before him, he doesn’t hear you pleading for him to stop pushing in and out until the honorific fades, “Baby, baby, baby,” you frantically breathe.

He makes eye contact with you again and realizes how caught up he was in you. “Oh, darlin’, shit, I’m sorry, mi amor. What’s your color, baby? Fuck, I’m sorry-”

It’s you this time who forces your entire wobbly body to push up and meet him in a bruising kiss. “Stop, daddy,” you say with a lilt in your tone, signaling to Joel that you’re back from subspace. You smirk, “My color is green, cowboy, but I really need you to run me a warm bath now because I can’t move a single muscle with how you had me, baby,” and pull him in once more for another kiss.

His smugness returns and he pushes you back down on his bed, peppering your face and neck with kisses, forcing sweet out-of-breath giggles from you. “That, I can do, baby. May I join you?”

Your face completely softens, your stresses and worries from the last 24 hours completely nonexistent. “I’d be mad if you didn’t, Miller.”

The next hour and a half — or until the bath water becomes tepid — is spent with him cherishing your body, washing you with your lavender, oat milk body wash you love so much, ultimately just helping you softly come down from your oxytocin high.

You’ve never felt more loved, appreciated, or taken care of in your life. He always makes sure your come down is smooth and unnoticeable as you fall from a blissed state of mind to one of pure love and adoration. As long as you have him in your life, you truly believe you have all of what you need.

As he’s drying your body up and slipping you into one of his t-shirts, your stomach growls… loudly.

“Darlin’...”

You pull away from his grasp, jokingly rolling your eyes while smirking, “Yeah, yeah, Miller. Come on. Gotta fill me up again, don’tcha, cowboy?”

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes out followed by your name, “Tryna put me in an early fuckin’ grave or what?”

Author’s note - extended: Hi guys! I birthed this little one shot on a Friday night while sippin’ on a glass of whiskey and stressing about the stressful entire week I just had. This isn’t my first time writing, in general, but this is my first time writing with the intention of truly producing a story out of it.. this is also my first story I’m posting, so I’m very nervous. Even if just one other person reads this and enjoys it, that’s all that matters to me <3 I also wanna give a quick thank you to my bestie, who’s an AVID smut reader, for proofreading this. She said, and I quote, “gotta change my panties” and “she’s growling” after reading this LMAOO. So, thank you for that, bestie. I love you with my whole heart.

As with any fic, reblog and comments are very much appreciated!! All feedback is appreciated, too!!! Please do let me know how you liked this, and if there's anything specific I could work to improve, I'd love to know! I hope I did okay for my first actual attempt at smut.

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Ours | Derek Hale Oneshot

Word Count: 3.5K Requested by @gracelynn318: "Derek or Stiles finding out that their significant other (the reader) is pregnant and they try to keep it secret for as long as possible" Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms (vomiting, nausea, fatigue)

Summary: Derek Hale and (Y/N) have been together for a long time, and they didn't know something was missing from their lives until it arrived unexpectedly. And all they want to do is revel in the moment for as long as they can, by themselves.

A/N: this story follows 0% of canon, just the character's names. will admit. I am a horrible Teen Wolf fan that has yet to see season 5 and 6, and I've also yet to watch the movie. So, definitely an AU 😬also, be on the lookout for tonight or tomorrow for another surprise regarding this request 😉😉

Derek had noticed the change long before (Y/N) had. Long before she knew why she spent her days expelling her meals down the toilet drain, before she understood why her body craved more food than she could keep down, before she had even noticed that a month had passed and her period had not arrived.

It came late at night. The soft putter of a heartbeat that felt so far that it could have been confused with the sound of rain against the pavement. They had been lying in bed, the exhaustion of living in Beacon Hills the only thing they needed to crash at night. But the sound had been bothering Derek. The continuous rhythm didn’t allow the wolf to lose himself in much-needed slumber. The sound kept him up, especially from where it was coming from.

“(Y/N),” he whispered, running his hand up and down her arm to wake her. “(Y/N), baby, wake up.”

“Mm,” she groaned groggily, cuddling to his body tightly. “Go to sleep, Derek.”

“(Y/N), I gotta ask you something. Wake up.”

“We can talk in the morning,” she whined. “I’m tired right now.”

“It’s important,” he chuckled softly. “I need your complete focus.”

With a loud exhale, (Y/N) sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The sheet fell from her torso, and the coldness of the night made her skin erupt in goosebumps. She rarely got angry with Derek, but she was coming quite close at that very moment. “You better have a good reason to wake me, Der,” she said. “I’m so tired I might just put off killing you until tomorrow.”

“Listen, please,” he said. “When was the last time you got your period?”

“What?” the girl questioned. “You seriously just woke me up to ask about my cycle?”

“More or less. Just answer. Did you get it last month?”

It took her a moment to think. The grogginess of being woken up still clutched her mind, and recounting the past weeks was hard. But her body startled awake as she realized she had not gotten her shark week in a month and a half. That fact alone did not scare her. She had always been irregular, and in moments of stress, it was more likely than not that she skipped a cycle. The problem was that not only had she missed a period, she had been feeling sick for the past three weeks. And the math was not too hard to do.

“I-I didn’t,” she stammered. “W-why are you asking?”

“Oh my god,” he answered. “Oh my god!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

Instead of answering, Derek pressed his ear to her stomach until he could hear the sound clearly. Alongside (Y/N)’s quickening heartbeat, a quieter, steady pattern joined. It was too indistinguishable now. “You’re pregnant,” he said. So quiet he wasn’t sure if he had said it at all. “There’s a baby in there. Our baby.”

“Pregnant…” (Y/N) could not believe the word even as it rolled out of her tongue. “I can’t believe it.”

“We’ll go to Deaton tomorrow, but I’m certain. I can hear their heart beating in there.”

(Y/N)’s mind was reeling. Pregnant, she thought to herself. The word felt foreign. So did her body. Derek had noticed the change before her. How could she not have known that a life was growing inside her? How could she ever be a mother when she did not even know herself?

Without realizing it, tears fell down her cheeks. She felt weak and panicked. The strong woman that had faced the biggest dangers and far scarier monsters trembled with the thought of a life depending on her for survival. It was one thing to volunteer to protect the members of the pack. They were old enough to fend for themselves. It was another to be responsible for the life and survival of another human.

“Hey,” Derek called. His voice sounded like it was underwater. So far away that she could barely hear it. “Baby, what’s going on?”

She hadn’t noticed that she had stood from the bed and was pacing around their room. Her breathing was shallow, and her chest heaved as she took in short breaths, trying to steady herself. Tears kept falling faster than she could wipe them away. They warmed her cheeks before the air turned them cold. It was the only thing that grounded her.

And Derek. Always Derek.

He had gotten off the bed, and within a second, he was wrapping his arms around her. The warmth from his skin calmed her. It brought her senses back to the moment, steadying her rampant heart.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” he spoke into the crook of her neck. “Tell me what I can do to make it better.”

“I’m scared, Derek,” she sighed, tightening her grip around him. “A baby. Here. Now.”

“Why not here?” Derek smiled, his hands running through her hair. “Why not now? With you as their mother, that baby could be born underground, and they would be the luckiest child in the world.”

“How could you be so sure?” (Y/N) cried. “I forget things all the time, I’m clumsy, I can barely redeem myself when it comes to fighting. If it weren’t for my weapons, I wouldn’t bring much to the fight against our enemies. What good would I be to protect a child? How could I be entrusted with their entire upbringing?”

“Oh, (Y/N). You’re far more valuable than what you bring to a fight.” His hands cradled her face, the green of his eyes boring into hers. “You are the most caring person I know. If it weren’t for you, I would have killed half of the pack by now. You’re smart. You’re funny. And if anyone should be terrified of becoming a parent, it should be me.”

“Come on,” she scoffed jokingly, her tears finally subsiding. “You’d be an amazing father. Temperamental, but great nonetheless.”

“Well, I’m glad it at least got you laughing,” he grinned. “How about we just take this one day at a time, baby? Make sure we take things slow. Tell people on our own time. Instead of going to the doctor, we buy a pregnancy test at the pharmacy; confirm what I already know.”

“But if you can hear the heartbeat, I am sure all the other wolves will, too,” she worried. “How am I supposed to take things as they come when everyone will know the second they come here?”

“Then, I won’t let anyone back here,” he smiled. “I’ll have them meet me at the warehouse or at Argent’s place. We can say you’re sick with something and won’t be there. Or that you went to visit family out of state –I don’t know. The point is, we can do this, baby. I know we can.”

“Well, I do admire your tenacity,” she chuckled, kissing his lips softly and hugging him again. “One day at a time, right?”

“One day at a time.”

And it worked. For two months, at least.

That very morning, he went out and returned home with five pregnancy tests and a bouquet of flowers. And five minutes later, they all showed an array of dark pink plus signs and the word Pregnant on them. Just like that, it had been confirmed. A new baby Hale would be coming to Beacon Hills in eight months.

They were excited. Of course, they were. But they couldn’t help the terror that overtook them as well. Bringing a new life into their world was a scary thought. The fact that anyone with knowledge of their child could use them against them was terrifying. Still, they wanted that baby more than anything they had wanted before.

The child that grew inside of (Y/N) was the tangible representation of their love. Evidence that everything life had thrown at them had not been able to push them apart, not for a second. They had been through hell and back, always together, and they had come out of every single occasion stronger than before. That baby was the final piece to their equation.

The next day, they went to the first available OB/GYN about an hour from the town. The doctor confirmed what they already knew, adding the new fact that she was around seven weeks along. The process was more than uncomfortable, but the result was well worth it. A tiny blob appeared on the screen, and the sound of a rapid heartbeat filled their ears. It made tears well up in their eyes. That tiny thing would soon turn into their baby. And even though it didn’t even have a distinguishable shape, they had fallen in love with them.

At first, they thought they would pass the first trimester in bliss. That they would only grow more and more excited as the days passed. And they would have. Had it not been for all the symptoms that overtook (Y/N).

She spent most of her day hunched over the toilet seat, emptying whatever was in her stomach. Even when she thought she could keep food down, an hour or two later, she would be in the bathroom letting it out. And if she wasn’t vomiting, she was ransacked with deep waves of nausea. Then, her breasts started to swell, painful jabs running through her every few days. In addition to heartburn and fatigue, it made her question just how worth it a baby could be.

But Derek had been attentive as ever, if not a little overbearing. He had kept his promise of moving where the meetings were held, claiming that the loft was under renovation while (Y/N) was out of town for a bit. It wasn’t a complete lie, though. He used his downtime to clean up around the house and fix things he had put off for far too long.

He fed her saltine crackers and electrolyte drinks, rubbed her back, and held her hair, and he loved her. Every day and every night, he loved her. Even when he had to stay up cleaning the bathroom or he had to carry her back to bed. He loved her through everything.

“You did this to me,” she had groaned one day. “All I want is to eat chips and pickles, but I can’t keep anything down.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he responded, drawing circles on her back as he cradled her body in the bathroom. “Hopefully, in a week, it’ll subside. You’re almost out of the first trimester, and the morning sickness should get better.”

“Stop reading pregnancy books,” she whined. “By the time this bun is fully baked, you’ll know more than me.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Derek chuckled but swallowed his laughter as (Y/N) gifted him an angry scowl. “Okay, okay. I think the ten books I’ve read will do.”

(Y/N) remained quiet and threw her head against his chest. His arms snaked around her body, a comfort she allowed herself to sink into. The warmth from his body felt nice against her shivering skin. But just his presence was enough to comfort her, regardless of the words she spoke.

“I’m sorry I’ve been snappy these past few days,” she sighed. Her eyes closed as he wrapped his arms tighter around her, her head falling against his chest. “I love this baby, and I love you, but I don’t love puking all the time. And peeing all the time. And being tired all the time. I want to fast forward to the next few months.”

“Hey, you can be snappy with me all you want. I can take it,” he said with a smile. “I will be right here every step of the way because I love you. More than you could ever know.”

“Even when I’m all big and bloated?” (Y/N) chuckled, her hands falling onto the growing small bump. “They're already trying to deform my body.”

“Well, at least you’re glowing.”

“No,” she sighed. “That’s just sweat.”

“Then you look beautiful covered in sweat,” he laughed. “Now, let’s get you to bed. Alright?”

(Y/N) could only nod and wrap her arms around his neck as he carried her back to bed, laying right next to her. Even if he couldn’t take this discomfort away, he was trying his best to make things better for her.

Another week passed, and things started to shift. The woman would only occasionally feel the need to throw up her food, but the constant nausea and heartburn had subsided. And once (Y/N) saw her baby's small fingers and feet in their 12-week ultrasound, she knew it had all been worth it.

She also knew they couldn’t keep the secret to themselves any longer.

The pack had become angsty. Wondering when (Y/N) would be coming back from her supposed trip. Two and a half months was far too long to just be with family. With no imminent danger in sight, they had too much time to check up on everyone else.

“I think it’s time we tell them,” (Y/N) told Derek as they watched a movie. She cradled her small bump, something she had unconsciously started to do. “We’re almost at the five-month mark, and I think it’ll be too hard to hide.”

“Do we really?” he groaned. “I can just keep you hidden here until the nine months are up. They don’t have to know a thing.”

“You would really keep the mother of your child sequestered in these walls until I give birth?”

“Maybe even more,” he shrugged. “Maybe I’ll keep you here forever.”

“You’re quite funny, Mr. Hale,” she chuckled. “But they are our friends —our family. They deserve to know there’s one more person to protect.”

“I’ve just really liked this time,” he sighed. His chin rested on her shoulder, his beard tickling her exposed skin. “You know, just you and me. Basking in the time we won’t have once everyone knows and once the baby is here. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, (Y/N). A family of my own, that I can love and protect. A home that’s ours.”

“And we will have that,” she smiled. “We’re just allowing more love in. The best part, at the end of the day, we can just kick them out.”

“When you put it that way,” he laughed before kissing her lips, savoring her. “Alright, fine. We’ll tell them next Saturday.”

“Thank you, Der. It’s gonna be great.”

And it should have.

Had it not been for the million things that went wrong that week. The A/C was busted for a total of four days, a pipe burst in one of the bathrooms, the paint they had ordered for the nursery had been put on back order, and the Camaro had to be taken into the shop for tuning. Thing after thing occurred, piling onto an already stressful time.

Nevertheless, the week came and went. And before either of them knew it, Saturday had rolled in.

To say (Y/N) was nervous was an understatement. For some reason, anxiety was taking over her body. Its claws dug themselves deep into her being. It made her veins run cold and her heart speed. She didn’t know how any of them would react to the baby. Even to the fact that they had kept it from them for so long. And although Derek tried his best to calm her worries, they had already made a home inside her head.

“God, what if they hate the fact that I’m pregnant?” (Y/N) worried as she laid out more food than necessary on the kitchen counter. “What if they find the idea of bringing a child into a messed up world to be the worst thing ever?”

“Who cares, baby? It’s our child,” Derek tried to reassure. “We are the ones that will be raising them. The ones to protect them. Always and forever.

“But they say it takes a village, Der. And that is one thing that I know is true. I mean, at some point, we will need their help.”

“And you really think we won’t have it,” he said, rounding the kitchen island. His hands traveled her body and, in one swift move, had her sitting on the counter. At eye level, he could stare directly into her glossy eyes. “We have been through everything with these people. Even the ones I hated at the beginning have become my closest friends. I’m 100% sure they’ll be thrilled that you’re pregnant.”

He snaked his hand to her chin, pulling her down for a soft kiss. But once their lips made contact, it was too much of a temptation to keep it chaste. Soon enough, their tongues danced together, and their hands pulled each other closer. It left them breathless and excited, wanting —needing more.

“Uh, we can come back if it’s a bad time,” Stiles’ voice rang through the apartment, startling them apart. “But you guys did invite us here. So, it’s kind of bad on you guys.”

“No. Yes! I mean, it’s not a bad time,” (Y/N) chuckled as she jumped off the counter, hiding her stomach with a comically large bowl. “We just got carried away, I guess.”

“The one day they decide to show up on time,” Derek grumbled under his breath. “Come in, why don’t you?”

Before they knew it, the apartment was filled with werewolves, a banshee, other werehumans and supernatural beings, and their very own abominable snowman. The couple remained in the kitchen as everyone situated themselves, whispering under their breath what the best way to go about it would be.

“Not to be pushy,” Peter called out. “But if you guys only called us over for some food, I have better things to do than hang around children all day.”

“You do know we’re all well above the age of eighteen, right?” Isaac retorted. “It’s been quite some time since we have been children.”

“You’re still younger than me, correct?”

“Well, yeah…”

“Then children,” he said. “So, what is it? Am I staying, or am I leaving?”

“Settle down, Peter,” Derek responded, biting back the urge to roll his eyes. “We do have something important to announce to everyone and would very much appreciate it if you just listen.”

“Fine,” he frowned. “But you have ten minutes of my time before I decide to leave.”

“All we need is a couple of seconds, really,” (Y/N) said with a smile on her face so sweet no one dared say anything else. “I’m sure you heard that I was away for a while and that we were undergoing renovations here. Which, as you can tell by the lack of changes, was not true. Derek lied on my behalf and moved any necessary meetings out of our home because I needed this time to myself as I underwent a sort of change in my life.”

“Oh my god, you’re dying,” Stiles worried. “Is it cancer? Is it at least treatable?”

“It’s nothing like that, Stiles,” she reassured with a soft chuckle. “But thank you for worrying. It’s just as life-changing but not necessarily life-threatening. At least, I’m hoping it’s not. But you could never be sure until…”

“(Y/N), you’re rambling,” Derek whispered in her ear. “It’s nothing bad.”

“You’re pregnant!” Lydia exclaimed, a bright smile adorning her face.

“How would you know that?” Malia questioned. “I thought you predicted death, not new life.”

“It’s common sense,” she shrugged, disregarding the comment. “She’s been hiding for months. The place smells like paint, and nothing in this room is painted, so I can only assume it’s a bedroom. And she hasn’t stepped out from behind the island that just so happens to cover her stomach. Two and two always makes four.”

“Except on this occasion, it made three,” (Y/N) chuckled. She walked around the counter and joined Derek’s side, her bump finally on display for everyone to see. “But, yes, Lydia, I am pregnant. Almost five months now.”

A shower of ‘holy crap’s and ‘oh my god’s rained over them as, one by one, the pack got to their feet and hugged the couple in congratulations. They rejoiced together and started planning how to spoil little baby Hale even before they were born. Every single person was as excited and overjoyed as Derek and (Y/N) were, anxious for when the baby was born.

Well, except Peter.

“Yeah, next time you have these kinds of news, little nephew, make sure to make it an email,” he grumbled, looking at his watch. “Can’t believe I canceled evening plans for a pregnancy announcement.”

“We love you too, Peter,” (Y/N) laughed. “Maybe if you leave now, you can still make it to whatever it is that you had planned.”

“I’m already here,” he shrugged as he sat back down on the sofa. “Might as well take advantage of the free food.”

“Ignore him,” Derek told her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “He can’t take this moment away from us. It’s all ours.”

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The Babysitter (27)

A New Toy

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Chapter 27- W/c 8.2k This chapter contains 18+ smut

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A New Toy

A soft sigh left her lips as her foot kicked the door closed, her body leaning against it as her green eyes were hidden, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Wanda's body relaxed against the door, the knowledge of a night without the boys something she wouldn't dare admit she was looking forward to even though she was. Yes, she loved the boys with her entire heart but, since the four of you returned home after the amazing trip away all those weeks ago, life had been non stop.

Work for the older woman was stressful, everything seemingly having piled up while she was away for the few days, leaving her an absolute mess to deal with and work overtime at the office, you being left to watch the twins until she would come home exhausted. The past few weeks were tiring, draining, and she was in dire need of a peaceful night with you, something to help her unwind.

Life, however, was also being cruel to you, your A Levels having started a couple weeks ago when Wanda had to be whisked away to the office nonstop, your body hunched over a desk for the majority of the day trying to revise your hardest for your exams, wanting to do your best to get into Shield University as that was your number one choice, them wanting the highest grades possible though.

When her eyes gently fluttered open, Wanda noted how quiet it was without the twins, who were seeming to grow irritated at how busy everyone else was, not being given the same amount of attention as usual, and guiltily smiled a little. It was quiet for once. No crazed noises, no inappropriate sounds, no excited or annoyed screams. Nothing.

Her brows furrowed at how quiet it was, you having promised to wait downstairs with a film ready when she had returned from dropping the boys off at Scott and Hope's house for a sleepover, her feet naturally guiding her towards the living room.

A blanket was scattered across the seat however there was nobody to occupy the seat, Wanda's smile fading a little. The older woman then ventured to the kitchen, her smile fading completely when she saw the plate of food she left out for you was still on the countertop, stone cold as it hadn't been touched, her body swiftly turning upon realising where you must have been.

Her feet carried her up the stairs with determination, knowing that she would have to physically drag you away from that desk to get you to relax, hoping to prey on your weaknesses and help you do something other than revising.

"Detka," she hummed out softly once she entered her room, able to see your figure slouched over the desk, hand resting on one of your hands as your brows furrowed, the older woman practically able to hear the cogs turning in your mind, your pen tapping against the wood in a slow tune. When you didn't respond, still lost in thought, Wanda moved towards your body, her arms wrapping around your shoulders, head resting on your shoulder. "Detka," she whispers into your ear, gaining your attention.

"Hmm?" You say, still not completely with her as you stare at the practice question in front of you. It was as if you were possessed by the piece of paper, unable to tear your gaze away from it.

"You need to have a break," she murmurs, her hands drifting across your body in a comforting and soothing way, trying to ease the tension that was building within your muscles from the awkward positions you had been sitting in all day.

"I'm fine," you mutter, not trying to be rude, just trying to focus on the work. You needed to pass this test with the best score you could possibly achieve, having felt like the last two papers in Psychology hadn't gone well. If you were going to go to one of the best universities, you needed the best grades. If you didn't get the best grades, you weren't going to get into the university. If you didn't get into the university, people would be disappointed in you. If you-

"Detka, you haven't eaten since breakfast and I bet you haven't had a break at all today," she says, forcing the spinning chair around so you were facing her, your eyes tired and clearly exhausted. "You need to stop for tonight alright? If you keep trying to force it in your mind, it won't stay in." You looked at the floor slightly embarrassed, she was right. You weren't going to be able to remember anything if you carried on like this. You were just wasting time and energy.

"I need to know it all by Monday though," you mutter, still stressing about it despite her logical point, her face softening while her hands cup your jaw, thumbs caressing your cheeks. You gaze into her enticing green, losing yourself momentarily in the various shades of them and the way love and care swirl in them, delicately entwined with one another.

"That gives you all of tomorrow and Sunday to revise then," she whispers, trying to get you to think properly about it instead of draining yourself like this. She understood your worry though, she knew how much you wanted to get into Shield Uni. "With breaks," she adds in a light-hearted tone to ease the mood, the corner of your lips tugging up a little at the soft smile that breaks out onto her face. "There's that smile I love," she whispers and your cheeks instantly flush red at that, your mouth parting and closing, unsure of how to function after her affectionate words.

Instead, you pull her body towards you, standing between your legs as you hug her middle, pressing your face against her soft jumper. You relaxed when one of her hands threaded through your hair, scratching your scalp to have your body practically melting against her, almost lulling you to sleep.

"Come on Detka," she says, your eyes reluctantly fluttering open as she moves her body away from yours, a small pout sneaking onto your lips as the physical touch is lost. You watch her walk towards the ensuite, the sound of water running gently sounding around the room before she appears at the door frame, watching your confused expression. You look back at the unfinished sixteen marker, part of your mind wanting to finish it, to carry on revising but the other half telling you to go to Wanda.

"What are you doing?" You ask as you push yourself off the chair, casually strolling up to her as she kneels by the side of the bathtub, her hand feeling the water to check the temperature.

"We're going to have a bath," she says, a playful smile engraved on her face, standing up again and snaking her arms around your body, pulling you flush against her. "We both need something to relax," she says and you only suddenly realise how stressful the last few weeks must have been for her, the realisation evident in your eyes as she presses a finger against your lips to shush you. "Don't go down that spiral," she whispers softly, knowing your thoughts could venture down a negative route. "Get in Detka while it's warm, I'll be with you in a minute," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

It'sso soft, it's addictive and you wish it lasted forever. The stress of the last few weeks seemed to immediately vanish as soon as her soft, plump lips met yours, even for the briefest of moments, warmth bubbling inside you. You didn't want her to part from the kiss, wanting to feel them press against yours again, and again, the action seemingly needed to live. She was all you needed to live.

"Where did you go?" she whispers teasingly when she parts from the kiss, noticing how your eyes are still closed, a blissed out expression on your face as you open your eyes, meeting her gaze.

"I love you," you whisper, her cheeks tinting pink at the sheer amount of emotion behind your tone, the care and love that wrapped around each syllable as you ignore her question but say something far more important. She laughs a little softly, shyly, not used to hearing you say the words in such an adoring tone, her lips meeting yours once more, luring you back into that intoxicated state.

"I love you too Detka," she murmurs, matching your tone, her getting lost in your eyes for a moment before her voice becomes playful, "Now get in the tub."

You can't help the wide smile that breaks onto your face as you kiss her, a heart-warming chuckle leaving you as she lets out her angelic laugh, begrudgingly moving away from you and towards the door.

Once she's left, you waste no time in stripping your clothes, leaving them folded on the toilet seat lid before slowly getting into the tub, a sound of relief escaping you at the warmth encasing your body. The warmth of the water and the tranquil atmosphere quickly caused your muscles to relax, your body going limp against the white tub as your mind slowed, trying to clear it and truly enjoy the peace and quiet. Your hands gently moved within the water, creating small ripples that were only just visible, hidden by the various bubbles that were littered about the tub.

Your eyes only opened when the sound of the door closing caught your attention, fluttering open while your head turned over your shoulder, a smile taking over your face, eyes lighting up at the woman and the treat in her hands. She purposely took her time in travelling the short distance from the door to where you were, building your anticipation up as she bent over to press a kiss to your forehead, her hand passing the bowl to you, her lips lingering before pulling back.

Your eyes flickered down to the collection of cut up fruit in the bowl, your stomach craving something to eat, fingers wrapping around half a strawberry as the older woman pulled away from you completely. You turned your head once again to look at her, mouth frozen open, strawberry placed against your tongue, as you watched her strip, unable to tear your gaze away from her beauty.

Her arms elegantly pulled her jumper over her head, her shirt rising up at the action and exposing some soft, irresistible skin, her eyes watching you with amusement as your hand remained holding the piece of food in your mouth. She takes her time pulling her shirt over her head, teasingly pulling it higher and higher until it was finally off her, revealing her simple black bra. Your eyes couldn't help but flicker down to her chest, breasts practically spilling out of the cups when she leaned forwards while shrugging her jeans down, showing off her long, slender legs.

"My eyes are up here Detka," she teases, voice a little raspy as she unclasps her bra and slides her panties down, leaving her fully naked as she nears the tub, motioning for you to move forwards. It takes a minute to function properly, quickly eating the fruit that was in your hand and moving far enough forward for her to slide her body in behind yours.

Her arms quickly wrap around your middle, the feeling of her hands burning into your skin, the heat of the water earlier incomparable to the heat building between your thighs as she pulls you flush against her body, her breasts pressing into the back of you.

A soft and low sigh spills from her lips, fingers tracing random patterns into your skin as you focus on trying to breathe normally, the proximity and lack of clothes seemingly too much for your brain to handle.

"I was wondering Detka," she slowly whispers, your hands moving to interlock with hers, "If we could have a little chat about something, nothing bad."

Curiosity washes over you, turning your head to look at her, ready to see a questioning look in her eyes but only being met with desire.

"Sure, what's it about?" you whisper back, lacking the composure you wanted as your voice wavers, gaze lowering to her lips before snapping back up to the enticing green.

"Do you remember what I said to you that night on the deck, after everyone had left us alone?" your cheeks turn a bright red as her words were engraved in your mind.

I can't wait to fill you with a strap one day.

To take you from behind, having you begging me to come.

"Yes," you sigh out and the desperation can be heard in your voice as you imagine where this conversation was going.

"Good," she murmurs softly, claiming your lips briefly as she couldn't hold back, your submissive state working her up effortlessly. "I was wondering if we could talk about more things we want to try out during sex?"

You nod a little shyly, your body craving her touch but also desperate to hear where her words were going, wanting to hear the possible additions to your sex life.

"I'm going to name something and I want you to tell me whether it's something you want to try, are willingly to try or don't want to try," she speaks gently but with all the control needed, subtly showing of her dominance in another way as your mind is running too far with fantasies. "Answer me honestly Detka, I don't want you to say something because you think I'll like it."

"I won't," you whisper back to assure her that you'll be truthful.

"What do you think of strap ons?" she asks, despite knowing your answer.

Lewd images of her taking you with the toy filter through your mind, a wave of arousal washing through you at the idea of her pounding into you.

"I definitely want to try that," you murmur and it's so needy. You don't even try to hide it.

Wanda merely smirks at your reaction before pressing another kiss to your lips before you turn back around, leaning back against her body as the awkward angle was hurting your back.

"Choking?" She asks while moving her arms back around your body, gliding up and down the skin making it extremely hard to think. She was curious to know as you'd often hinted towards it but never fully said anything. You nodded in response, scared your words would fail you, causing Wanda to speak up, "I need words Detka."

"I want you to..." you trail off with your words, growing nervous at saying it, a low and sultry chuckle escaping her.

"You want me to do what?" she sighs out almost condescendingly in your ear, knowing exactly what you want her to do. To further tease you, she even raises one of her hands, letting it settle on the base of your neck, causing a groan to escape you at the pressure she applies.

"I want you to choke me," you whisper out after what feels like a lifetime of building up the courage, Wanda kissing the side of your cheek and smiling against you,

"Good girl," she praises, removing her hand and returning to tracing random patterns across your skin.

You can feel your heart pounding wildly against your ribcage, anticipation and want clawing at your mind as you let her roam her hands around your body, desperately wishing they would just travel that little bit lower.

"Spanking?" she husks out, voice low while her accent wrapped around her words delicately, your breathing becoming a little heavy as a noise of pure desperation leaves you.

"Yes," you sigh out, closing your eyes and leaning further against her body, watching the images of her bending you over and spanking you entering your mind over and over again.

"Where would you want it?" she murmurs, smirking as she places another kiss to your cheek, her hand trailing lower, "Here?" she teasingly askes, cupping your core, causing a low, sensual moan to escape you. "Or here?" her hands travel around your body towards your ass, a whine leaving you when she moved her fingers away from where you wanted her.

"Both," you whisper, your hands going to hold onto the side of the tub, knuckles bleeding white as she just continues to tease and taunt you.

"Yeah?" she hums out, the vibrations tickling your cheek as she places another kiss to your skin, smirking when she hears how your breath hitches. She then moves her mouth to your ear, a shiver running down your spine at her low breaths, "Do you want me to be rougher with you?" she husks out and fuck you were done for.

"Wanda," you whine and you don't hold back with how desperate you were, the noise earning a teasing chuckle to escape the older woman. She places a finger under your chin, tilting your head back to look at her, nothing but want swirling around in your eyes as they darken.

"Answer my question Detka," she whispers, purposely moving her lips closer to ghost yours, your mouth parting as shaky breaths leave you at the proximity.

"Please," is all you can muster, your hips pushing back subtly against her body, her hands moving back to your waist to hold you in place.

"Please," she murmurs back, mocking your tone of voice with a smirk, a hint of humiliation washing through you at how needy you must sound, arousal still pooling between your thighs though. "Answer me Detka, I won't ask again," she revels in the power she holds over you, watching how your face conveys the pure desire you feel for her.

At her words, you feel yourself clenching around nothing, a low groan escaping you before you manage to get the words out, "Please be rough with me, treat me how you want, please."

Her lips meet yours softly, hushing your pitiful sounds as you crave to feel her digits stretching you out, doing whatever she pleased with you. You lose yourself to the thought of her as her lips claim yours again and again, her tongue pushing past your lips and seeking entrance, dominating the whole kiss effortlessly.

Only when air was necessary did she pull back, her eyes fluttering open to reveal her enticing green darkened with lust, your eyes taking a little longer to open as you had to come back to reality after being kissed senseless.

"Do you have any other ideas of things you want to try out?" she mutters against your lips, connecting them again briefly before gaining some sort of self control, her eyes unable to be torn away from your lips though.

Your cheeks flush red at her asking you, a sudden wave of shyness taking over you, especially with the way she was gazing at you like she wanted to eat you alive.

"Oh Detka," she coos, chuckling a little at how your cheeks tinted even redder at her slightly condescending tone, "Don't get all shy now. Come on Dorogaya, tell me what you want," the way her accent perfectly wrapped around her last words, the slight rasp added to her voice, you were almost compelled to answer her.

"I want you..." you trail off, losing yourself within the various shades of green before continuing, "I want you to tie me up," her lips tug upwards into a smirk, her teeth then biting on her lower lip as various lewd thoughts enter her mind.

"I'd love to tie you up Detka," she rasps out, her mind still flickering through endless scenarios, "To have you squirming under me," she adds, voice lower to tease you.

"Fuck," you mutter, your skin burning as her nails scratch into your lower abdomen softly, dragging down until her hands were at your inner thighs, spreading your legs a little.

"Anything else Detka?" she asks, as if she weren't driving you insane.

"I-" your words are cut off by her hands sliding even closer to your core, your head moving to hide at the crook of her neck as, if she carried on looking at you like that, you were certain you were going to combust. "I want to try face-sitting," you mumble against her warm and slightly wet skin, the water in the bath a lot cooler than it was earlier.

"You want me to sit on your face Detka?" she teases and you groan against her at her tone and at how the pads of her fingers brush your clit. She chuckles at your reaction before whispering lowly, "I'm sure that can be arranged Dorogaya."

Her free hand guides you away from the safety of her neck, bringing you in for a passionate kiss before sighing softly, "Now relax Detka, let me take care of you."

Her hand finally touches where you so desperately needed, her mouth swallowing all the needy whimpers and whines as the rest of the night blurred, pleasure taking over your body again and again, until you both eventually collapsed into the sheets together, wrapped in each other's arms.

***

Stepping out of the double doors, relief washed over you as the fresh air wrapped around you, the sun gently streaming down over all of the students leaving the hall. You had finished College. Your last exam was done and there was nothing keeping you in this place anymore, you were free to leave and never return.

"Y/n," Natasha calls as she comes out of the hall, wide smiles taking over both of your faces at having completed another level of education together, having finished primary, high school and now college as a duo. "We did it," she sighs out, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and walking with you to the gates, laughter spilling from both of you.

"We did it," you repeat, the past few weeks of stress disappearing as it was finally over, you didn't have to spend all day revising and being scolded for not having breaks.

The two of you went back to the café you had sat in so many times, taking your usual seats and ordering the same as always, you typically eating some of Natasha's muffin as it was 'tradition' as you claimed, her letting it go as you were both so happy to be done with this big step in your lives.

Maria soon joined you two, her last exam having finished later, and swiftly joined her girlfriend on her side of the booth. The blue eyes lit up at the smile on the redhead's face, sitting close to her body before her soft gaze turned to you, a hint of mischief flashing across her face.

"I'd look away if I were you Y/n," she says and your brows merely furrow before she crashes her lips to her girlfriend, both of them smiling into the kiss while you just chuckle at Maria's antics, biting your tongue to refrain from all the teasing comments at the slight blush painted across your best friend's face.

The only reason you didn't tease her is that her green soon met yours, a warning look presenting itself in them making you shut up, knowing she had plenty of things to tease you about to Wanda later.

The plan for later was that all of you were going to have a meal at Melina's house, her wanting to celebrate with her daughter and you before the redhead left for the celebration party a few others from your year were having, Maria going with her while you were keen to find out what this 'surprise' Wanda had planned was, her refusing to tell you anything about it.

Before you knew it, you were walking into Natasha's house with Maria, ready to chill out in the garden until Wanda showed up and Melina called for food. You were going to go for your designated spot in the garden but the seat was occupied by a certain fluff ball, your face softening at the adorable brown eyes staring up at you, the way her tongue dangled out of her mouth as Fanny panted.

"Come on Fanny, we can share it," you mutter, trying to compromise with the dog as she happily stole your seat, Natasha chuckling with Maria who watched you attempt to persuade the dog to move. You scratched her head, your fingers running through her soft fur easily while trying to coax her out of your position, giving up entirely when she rolled over onto her back instead, wanting her belly to be rubbed instead. You couldn't help but laugh with the others as Fanny had been victorious, sitting on the floor in front of the seat and letting your hands play with her fur, casually petting her.

When Yelena eventually joined you, she couldn't help but tease you about your position, simply rolling your eyes at the blonde who, despite her words, joined you on the floor, her hand joining yours and stroking the soft fur that belongs to Fanny. You bickered playfully with Yelena, her purposely saying things to disagree with your statements, bumping against your shoulder to further annoy you playfully.

"You're only saying all of this to annoy me," you say laughing, shaking your head at the blonde with a smile engraved all over your face. "You can't possibly think American football is better than football."

"I can and I will," she says, not backing down, "Soccer isn't better than American football." Your jaw drops in shock at her blasphemous words, a sound of pure confusion leaving you.

"You- You don't even kick it in American football," you explain, a little passionately as football, in your eyes, was far better than the American sport and was definitely not called soccer. Yelena merely smirks at how determined you are to change her mind, staring at her with a firm stare until you get your point across. You explained to her many reasons as to why you believed you were right, Natasha and Maria being your backup as you asked for their opinions, Yelena still being that annoying amount of stubborn, still smiling at you. You were about to say more but the sound of angelic laughter interrupted your sentence, your gaze flickering over to the patio door where Wanda stood talking to Melina.

You snapped back to the conversation after a teasing comment from Yelena, who seemed incessant in annoying you today, only stopping the conversation when Wanda and Melena joined you, Alexie inside watching some old documentary about Russia.

"What are you girls talking-" Melina tries to ask, your gaze focussed on Wanda who walks closer to you, somehow managing to get Fanny to move and taking the seat behind you, placing a quick kiss to the top of your head and murmuring a gentle hello, your cheeks tinting red as Natasha and Maria both speak up at the same time.

"Don't," they both rush out, not wanting you to go on another little tangent about the whole topic, Yelena merely chuckling to herself at how you refrain yourself from speaking about it again. Instead, you stand up from the dry grass and sit next to Wanda, her arm subtly wrapping around your waist as you sit together.

Melina comes out occasionally to talk to Wanda, who's free hand pets the fluffy figure besides her, before leaving to check the food, the older woman remaining quiet and enjoying just listening to you talk with your friends, smiling at the nonsense and random things you would talk about. Her interest peaks when Natasha's smile turns mischievous, the redhead trying to reveal embarrassing stories about you to which you practically jump out of your seat to shut your best friend up. You attempts were to no avail as she reveals a humiliating tale, your cheeks flushed as you go back to sit next to Wanda who laughs softly at the story.

"So you're not only scared of chickens, but geese too?" she teases and you simply groan at her tone, Natasha unable to contain her laughter as she remembers the day. "Maybe you should just avoid birds Detka," she murmurs and you glare at Natasha who's still laughing.

"It wasn't my fault," you mutter, "I was just canoeing and minding my own business, there was no need for it to squawk at me and get pissed off." You remember the event clearly, you and Natasha sharing a canoe on a residential trip, your paddle going a little too close towards a goose for it's liking, a small scream leaving you as you practically jumped out of your skin when it loudly squawked at you and tried to swim after you two, Natasha unbothered as she was too busy laughing at you at the back of the canoe, fearing for your life as the animal chased after you both.

You were saved by Melina who called saying food was ready, all of you moving towards the dining room to eat. Wanda was sat to your side, her hand resting on your thigh when she was casually resting it, your gaze often flickering to the older woman during the delicious meal, your mind wandering to what the surprise later could possibly be. You admired her side profile, scanning over features while Melina tried to speak to you, your attention fixated on the goddess of a woman next to you.

"Y/n," Melina calls your name louder to get your attention, your cheeks turning red in embarrassment before answering her question in a shy tone, Wanda failing to hide her small smirk from you as she peers over at you.

The rest of dinner breezed by, you managing to not embarrass yourself anymore while everyone digested, Natasha and Maria deciding to leave soon as well as you and Wanda.

Wanda thanked Melina, wrapping the woman in a brief hug before softly murmuring to you that she'd be in the car waiting for you as you said goodbye to the others, you smiling at her and watching as she leaves the house, eyes flickering down momentarily to watch her hips before snapping back up once remembering where you were. Melina made no comment if she saw your line of sight, bringing you closer for a hug which confused you a little as she would never let this many people hug her within a short space of time. The action soon made sense when she spoke up,

"He'd be so proud of you," she whispers in a caring tone, smiling at the older woman who just looks at you with a reminiscent look. You've grown so much in her eyes, and she was so grateful to Wanda for helping you find yourself again. "Now go and enjoy the rest of you night," she says before letting you leave, you laughing at the way she then seems to berate Yelena in Russian for doing something as you walked down the path, her saying goodbye once more when you reached the car.

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"Are you going to tell me what my surprise is yet?" you ask Wanda, tilting your head to watch her as she drives you back to the empty house. The twins were currently at Vision's as part of the divorce agreement was that he got to see them once a month, the man having picked them up from school which was why Wanda was able to come over for dinner at the Romanoff's residence. She chuckles as she steers around the corner at your excited tone, her gaze flickering over to yours briefly before returning her gaze to the road.

"And why would I do that Detka?" She hums out, "It wouldn't be a surprise then," you can see the way the corner of her lips tug upwards, a small, subtle smirk etched onto her face as she continues to take you both home.

"I'll act surprised," you say playfully, your attempt at convincing her pitiful as she laughs softly once again. "Please just tell me," you say when she doesn't respond, just continuing to drive, occasionally looking over at you.

"You're just going to have to be patient Detka," she says calmly, your gaze looking out of the window to see you were nearly back home, only a couple of minutes away.

"You're just teasing now," you mutter while sitting back in your seat more comfortably, watching the scenery pass by. A low chuckle gains your attention, turning your gaze instantly to the alluring woman.

"Oh Dorogaya, if you think this is teasing you're in for a shock tonight," she rasps out, pulling up into the large driveway and swiftly securing the car, her gaze turning to you with a dangerous and predatory look in them. Your mind shortcuts at the way she seems to seduce you with just her eyes, arousal quickly pooling between your thighs as she leans closer to you, her mouth ghosting yours. Your eyes start to flutter close, ready to feel her lips against yours but nothing happens, your brows furrowing as you hear her car door opening. "Come on Detka, don't you want your surprise?" she teases, your hand rushing to unclasp your seatbelt as you rush after her, her hands turning the key and opening the front door.

As soon as you step into the house, your back meets the door roughly, her lips pressing against yours fervently as her body pins you against the hard surface, a moan escaping you. Her hands glide down your sides, resting on your hips as she slides her leg between your thighs, a low groan leaving your lips at the feeling of her pressed against your core, your mind blurred with arousal and pleasure.

Wanda effortlessly slides her tongue into your mouth, moaning into the kiss at the amount of hunger and desperation you both seem to pour into it, her pulling back briefly before biting down softly on your lower lip and dragging it back, releasing it and staring into your significantly darker eyes. Your lips are slightly stained by her faint lipstick and your pupils are blown with lust as you pant for breath against the door, her hands moving your hips a little to grind against her leg, a smirk tugging at her lips at how you loll your head back, baring your neck for her to mark.

"I'm so proud of you Detka," she purrs against the column of your throat while letting her mouth roam the warm skin, her lips placing hot, open-mouth kisses at the sensitive part of your neck to hear soft moans spilling from your lips. "Such a good girl doing so well in your exams," her low tone mixed with the praise causes heat to flood throughout your body, glad she was pinned against you otherwise your legs would have certainly given in. "I think you deserve a reward, don't you Detka?" She trails kisses up along your neck, then your jaw, ending her words with her mouth ghosting yours, inviting you to chase them. When you do, she cruelly pulls back, revelling in the power she holds over you as you desperately wish to feel her lips against yours.

"Yes," you sigh out, moaning when she finally gives you what she wants, crashing her lips back to yours with even more passion behind it. The kiss turns messy but you don't care, it's hot, it's desperate and it's everything you've ever wanted.

You moan in surprise when she moves her hands to the back of your thighs, lifting you away from the door, your legs wrapping around her middle as she takes you to your room, your lips refusing to part for a moment.

"Wanda, please," you plead when she lowers you onto the soft mattress, your legs keeping her firmly pressed against your body, fingers tangling into her auburn locks as she kisses you senseless, your body craving her touch.

"Patience Detka," she rasps out, moving to press a sensual kiss to the underside of your jaw, smirking against the skin as you try to buck your hips upwards against her body, trying to ease the incessant throb between your legs. You could feel the arousal pooling between your thighs, needing to ease the heat building there as you clenched around nothing, wanting to feel her inside you. "Don't you want to know what your surprise is?" she murmurs against your lips, noticing how to reluctantly still your hips, your eyes conveying the pure desperation for her touch.

"I do but I need you Wanda," you sigh out, the older woman biting her lip at your submissive tone, arousal clouding her mind as she gazes into your eyes.

"I'll give you what you want soon, I promise Detka," she murmurs, her hands slowly travelling down your body until they reach the hem of your shirt, her eyes holding your excited gaze, "As for now, are you going to be a good girl and listen?"

"Yes," you whisper out as that's all you could muster, coherent thoughts swiftly leaving your mind as she lowers her mouth to the shell of your ear.

"I want you to strip for me Detka," she rasps out, accent delicately wrapped around her words, "Then I want you to wait patiently for me, no touching yourself, do you understand?"

"Yes," you say again, being obedient and listening to her, your mind processing what she said, "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm going to get your surprise ready," she says, pressing a reassuring kiss to your lips, "I won't be long." She swiftly climbs off your body and going into the bathroom, your brows furrowed but anticipation flowing through you as you do as she asked, stripping out of all your clothes and waiting on the bed, trying to listen to what she was doing in the other room. Your hands stay by your sides but you have a sudden urge to relieve yourself of the warmth that's settled at your core, your legs squeezing together.

Luckily for you, Wanda doesn't take much longer, opening the door to reveal herself in a new set of lingerie, the black lace perfectly accentuating her chest, your eyes flickering down her perfect body and freezing when you see what else she's wearing. A harness is wrapped around her lower half as a strap on is fitted against it, a low groan escaping you at what was about to happen.

"Please come here," you whisper, desperation dripping from your voice as she climbs back over your body, connecting your lips softly and halting your desperation.

"Remember you can use your safe words at anytime," she reminds in a caring voice, nodding against her quickly before she lets the kiss turn hungry, her hands roaming your expose skin, wasting no time in moving them to cup your breasts, teasingly ghosting her fingers over your nipples as you grind your hips up.

A broken moan is torn out of your throat at the feeling of grinding against the black toy, your needy noises being swallowed by the older woman.

"Wanda, please make me come," you beg, and you frankly don't care at how pathetic you must sound, your eyes pleading with her to give you what you want.

"You can beg better than that Detka," she teases in a low tone, adding to the burning heat inside your body as you need her to do something more. "Show me how much you want it," you moan lewdly into the kiss at her dominant voice, your hands moving to her back, needing to hold onto something.

"Please, I need to feel you inside me, Wanda, I need you so bad, I-" She interrupts your begging with a rough kiss, unable to hold back herself, her hand lowering to your core. Your head is thrown back against the soft mattress when she effortlessly slides a finger inside you, your eyes gazing into hers as soft moans spill from your lips as she curls it beautifully inside you.

"I need to stretch you out Detka," she says, answering your silent question and fuck those words shouldn't be as hot as they were. You clench around her finger, a sinful noise being torn out of you when she adds another finger, steadily pumping them into you. "Fuck Detka," she groans when you clench around her harder, her amazed at how warm and wet you were for her. "You're so wet for me," she rasps out, groaning when your nails dig into her back a little as your hips move against her hands, pleasure coursing through your body with every thrust of her fingers.

"Wanda," you sigh out in almost a chant, moaning her name over and over again as you near your orgasm, body buzzing with pleasure as her lips claim yours over and over again, mind intoxicated with the thought of her. "I'm so close, please," you moan out in between heated kisses, Wanda pressing an apologetic kiss to your lips as she slides her fingers out of you, denying you the relief of your orgasm.

A frustrated and pitiful noise leaves your throat at being left on edge, your protests quickly ending when she moves her fingers to your lips, motioning for you to clean them. You let her slide her finger into your mouth, groaning against her digit at the taste of yourself before you swirl your tongue around it, watching how her eyes darken, almost lost in arousal as she admires the sight of you under her.

She seems to snap herself out of her daze, sliding her fingers out and moving the toy to your core, breath hitching at the feeling of it pressed against your clit. She moves her hips forwards, grinding it against you earning a low, guttural moan, while coating the toy in your arousal.

"Are you ready Detka?" she whispers softly, moving the tip of the toy to your entrance, waiting for your consent.

"Yes," you sigh out, a little nervous at the initial part but comforted by the feeling of her lips pressing against yours as she guides the toy into you slowly. You moan as she stretches you out perfectly, the toy reaching spots you didn't even know existed as she slowly drags her hips back before pushing it back in, starting a slow, steady pace as you adjust to the size of it.

"You look so pretty stretched around my cock Detka," she husks out causing you to clench around the toy, a whimper escaping you as she starts to move her hips further out, thrusting the toy deeper inside you.

Soon enough, your nails are scratching down her back as she snaps her hips into you, the slow and steady pace gone as she pounds the toy into you, earning moan after moan as you lose yourself in the pleasure. Lewd noises fill the room as she thrusts into you over and over again, a choked moan ripped out of you when she moves her hand to the back of your thigh, moving it slightly higher and letting the toy slide even deeper inside you, her hips powerful as she fucks you senseless.

"Fuck Wanda," you groan out as she snaps her hips into somehow even harder, your orgasm swiftly approaching as the toy hits all the right spots inside of you.

"You love being my little slut, don't you Detka?" she pants out against you, letting her forehead rest against yours as her hips are relentless, pleasure and euphoria flooding through you when she hits a certain spot inside you, your vision blurring with how turned on you were.

"Yes," you almost scream as you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of the orgasm you so desperately crave. "Yours, your slut," you sigh out, throwing your head back against the mattress again as your hands hold onto Wanda, mind focussing on the feeling of the toy sliding in and out of you mercilessly.

"Mine," she mutters out, letting her mouth pepper kisses against any part of skin she could.

"Please can I come," you plead her, eyes opening to meet her lust filled green, begging her to let you.

"Come all over my cock Detka," she groans against your lips, connecting them and swallowing the scream that leaves your lips as pleasure crashes through your entire body, legs shaking as they wrap around her waist, keeping her close as you grind against the toy, riding out your aftershocks.

You sigh against her lips when your body trembles a little less with the overwhelming amount of pleasure, her chuckling against your lips at your blissed out expression.

"I'm not finished with you yet Detka," she murmurs, "Roll over."

"Fuck," is all you can say as her hands move to your hips, turning you over so you were laying on your stomach before pulling your hips up to easily slide the toy into you.

She starts off slow, letting you adjust to the new position, revelling in all the noises that spill out of your lips. The noises mixed with the sight of you, hands gripping the sheets and hips moving back against her causes something inside Wanda to snap.

She pulls out swiftly and slams the toy back into you, a scream of her name reverberating around the room as she fucks you at a brutal pace, indulging in her wants as the base of the toy brushes her clit with each powerful thrust of her hips.

You can't do anything but let your mouth part into an 'o' shape, letting noise after noise spill carelessly from your lips as your body buzzed with pleasure, her hands pulling your hips back to reach even further inside you.

"Detka," she groans, the toy brushing perfectly against her clit, "You're such a good girl, taking me so well," she pants out, her hips stuttering a bit as her own orgasm nears, her pace still merciless though.

"Wanda," the tone of your voice only spurs her on to fuck you harder, her hips slamming the toy harder into you as her hand wraps around you middle, pulling you up into kneeling position. Her mouth moves to your ear, letting you hear her ragged breaths, sending heat straight to your core.

"I'm so close Detka," she sighs out, moving her fingers down your body, letting her index finger gently circle your clit, your hips bucking back against hers. "I want you to come with me," she groans, your hips pushing back against hers and causing the base of the toy to rub against her just how she wanted.

With her words, her fingers, and the toy inside you, your quickly on edge of another powerful orgasm, your head leaning back against her body as you tilt it to the side, connecting your lips.

"I'm going to come," you whimper out when she ruts her hips against you, her mouth messily meeting yours as she moans into the kiss, both of you crashing head first into your orgasms. Her hips stutter against you as she continues to thrust into you a little slower, your legs shaking as she holds your body upright, not letting you fall onto the mattress. She gently lowers you down, your body still trembling from the intensity of your release, slipping the toy out of you and pressing her body into you, peppering your shoulders in kisses as you press your face into the sheet.

"I've got you Detka," she whispers, moving the two of you around so she could pull your body against her, wrapping her arm around you. "I'm so proud of you, you did so well for me," she praises in a soft and loving tone, more comforting words gently falling from her lips to coax you back to reality as you bury your face against her neck, trying to regulate your breathing.

"I can't feel my legs," is the first thing you quietly whisper, her angelic laugh returning as she places a kiss to the top of your head.

"I wasn't too rough was I?" she asks cautiously, not wanting to have hurt you.

"No," you say with no hesitation, pulling back with tired eyes to look at her. "I loved it," you confess, causing her to smile before softly kissing you once more, unable to stop herself.

"Me too," she whispers, letting a comfortable silence take over the room for a bit before ushering you to go to the bathroom and clean up with her. You're reluctant to do so but, when she wraps her arms around you and murmurs sweet words in your ear the entire time, you listen, letting her clean you up and the toy before letting you both return to bed, your body clinging to hers as you cuddle against her, exhaustion creeping up on you both.

Your head rests against her bare chest, a smile engraved on your face at the idea of using her chest as your pillow, arm securely wrapped around her waist while her fingers play with the end of your hair.

"I love you Detka," she murmurs, voice quiet to keep the tranquil atmosphere as you slowly drift to sleep on her, her fingers moving to scratch your scalp softly and lull you to sleep.

"I love you too," you whisper, voice barely audible as you drift off to sleep in her gentle embrace.

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 1 year

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can I request a m!reader with Task Force 141, (feel free to add any other group if you w) very angsty…..I NEEF THE ANGST OK???? PLS

the m!reader gets placed into the 141, just being a very joyful and playfully sarcastic person all around that everyone can get along with well. M!reader suffers from depression and is very good at masking it, putting up a really strong facade and front. He is pretty introverted and extroverted, he can be very active but also clammy and avoidant at times when he is asked personal questions, deflecting them subtly. He’s mostly quiet-ish, not too loud but loud enough sometimes you can hear him

M!reader is trying to be useful to 141, doing anything but relaxing for a moment. The first to notice anything strange would be Ghost or Price, just a weird change in their mood as they do. Slowly his mask is breaking as they could see the life in his eyes practically slowly drain away, looking as if he had mentally broken

Shortly after all of 141 notices eventually, they would sometimes ask or pry, but m!reader responds with a smile and re-assurance but it’s bs….. they can feel it too but he is still telling them he’s alright. M!reader is slowly losing it internally, but anyways………..,.😭😭😭😭😭😭

M!reader always goes outside during the night and silently breaks down on rare occasions, when he does he just letting the tears fall. This time though 141 follows him outside where m!reader breaks down, anguished filled cries and many years of mental and or physical torment where it makes someone’s heart ache. M!reader is not known to cry so this is a first for them, whispering to himself self-deprecation as 141 now just steps in and comforts the poor m!reader 🥺🥺

[A/n:Thank you for requesting]

Summary:On the outside your a super fun and cheerful guy but in the inside your hurting and you slowly start to lose your cheerfulness

Type:Scenario: 141 X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

You were the most cheerful person. Always having a large smile on your face, cheering others up, etc, etc. You were a happy guy, sorta. There were times when your mask would break, showing your unsettling blank face staring off, but that only happens when you're alone. If someone finds you like that, you were originally alone. Some people, like Ghost, had doubted your happiness due to the fact your in the military, you've seen hundreds die, you've possible been tortured, kidnapped, starved, had to survive with barely anything at your grasp, he wouldn't know, you didn't originally join the 141, so he didn't know, but what Ghost did know was the smile never left, your eyes would sometimes tell other stories but the smile, it was like...frozen there, forever. Price was another to suspect you, mainly because you avoid personal questions like it's a grenade, aka as much as possible you try to run away from it, or throw it back. Getting something personal out of you was like finding a whale in Ohio(as an ohioan, there are no whales. But there a law about them), it's not gonna happen. Trust Price, he's tried. But other than that, only the sometimes emotionless eyes or sad eyes make him wonder if you're really happy. No one else really noticed. They didn't pay enough attention or didn't spend enough time with you to notice. But either way, it wasn't easy to notice. But eventually, you started to break, every act you've put on it coming to an end. Your smile became weaker, less happy. Your eyes become droppy with sadness. You stopped being so cheerful, less talkive, and you couldn't hold on to the act much longer. You stayed outside longer, the crying for hours on end, you were stressed, overworked, overwhelmed, sad, a lot of things but happy wasn't one of them. You tried to talk to Price, but it didn't work. He was either too busy or you were too scared. You also tried telling Rodolfo, That didn't work either. You changed the subject before even mentioning the original subject. You started to activity avoid mentioning it. How much longer could you hold up? Not much longer, let's say that. It's currently taking everything in your power to not break down in front of everyone. It is hard even lasting all day. Shivering from the cold, you hug your knees to your chest, thinking about how to deal with tomorrow. You had nothing planned, but you heard Soap was gonna try and hang out with you, which you were fine with. Sighing, you wiped your tears and stood up. Dusting your pants off, you walked back inside, telling everyone you were just tired when they asked if you were okay. Laying down you looked over at Gaz, your bunk mate, who was asleep, not necessarily sound asleep since he snores a lot, along with random words, like mac...one of the most common words he says. Sometimes you think it has something to do with mac & cheese, that his one of his favorite easy meals to eat. Rolling back over, you let out a small whimper, holding back your tears. You hugged yourself and took a deep breath. Letting yourself fall asleep, for once. When you woke up, Gaz was gently shaking you. Looking at him, it was abit blurry and the light shining in your eyes made it hurt to look in his direction.

"Heeeyyy, morning sleepy head. You need to get up we got training to do"

Gaz smiled at you, a warming smile that would make your heart warm slightly. Giving a weak smile back, you slowly got up. It was more difficult than most days. It was like you had shackles weighing you down. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you stared down at the floor watching the shadow of Gaz go from one side to the other side. He was walking around getting ready for the day. Looking up at him, you watched him tighten his belt before looking over.

"You gonna get ready?"

He still had that smile. Nodding, you stood up and hurried to get ready. Once you're done getting ready, Gaz had already left the room. Looking in your mirror, you took a deep breath a couple of times, making eye contact with yourself. You saw those sad eyes, rubbing your eyes. You looked back at yourself, still with sad eyes. You sighed and gave a smile, making sure to have the wrinkles by your eyes to give the effect of a real smile. Nodding to yourself, you walked out and headed to where Gaz was. You did your best, not enough to please Ghost, but enough to not break down. Going into the kitchen, you stood there staring at the sink. You rarely eat, ever since that wave if depression hit you for the first time your eating habits got worse and worse, you got skinner and skinner, but stronger since you were in the military. Sighing you walked out of the kitchen without eating anything, again. König watched you leave, confused he looked at the skin where you were looking. There was only a cup overfilled with water, but you could see your reflection. König looked the way you left. You walked with your head low, staring at the floor you walked on. Everyone made sure not to run into you or make sure you don't run into them. Walking to Prices office you knocked on the door. Silence. Groaning you knocked again. More Silence.

"Captain Price!"

You yelled with the happiest tone you could muster. Again, silence.

"Alright, I'm coming in"

Opening the door you peeked in.

"Captain....?"

It was dark, flicking the light on you looked around confused. Price wasn't there at all. Sighing you turned around, turning the light off and closing the door, you looked around turning to think of where he could have gone. Walking around you looked for the captain, and you kept looking until evening. Looking over you seen Soap looking at you from across the room. Smiling, he waved you over. Smiling back at him with a wide, warm smile, you trotted over to him.

"Hey Soap, how's it going?"

You and Soap talked for awhile. Cracking jokes, talking about multiple different things, etc. After awhile you said you had to go. Going outside you looked around for Price alittle more, sighing you layed down, and stared up at the stary sky. The moon sighing bright.

"Are you sure about this captain?"

Soap asked while they all walked to the back door. Captain had seen how cautious and panicked you looked awhile looking for him. So much so that you didn't notice him. Ghost was walking next to Soap, with Gaz behind them trying to keep up with them, a tad bit to tired to fully process what's going on.

"You didn't see his face, now did you?"

Price looked back at Soap who shook his head no. Nodding Price opened the doors with both hands, looking around he seen you laying down, staring up at the sky quite far away from them.

"There"

Price didn't point at you or nothing, just hurried over to you. Before he could say anything, Ghost stopped him.

"Price."

Price stopped and looked at Ghost.

"He's crying, seems to have been going on for awhile"

Looking back at you, Price saw your hand wiping your eyes, sobbing quietly, you muttered to yourself. Price looked at you with guilt, now understanding all those times you walked into his room, just about every day. Standing over you, Price looked down. Seeing your fearful shocked eyes, filled with tears, your cheeks shiny from crying. Price signed and crouched down. Gaz leaned against Price, still tired. Soap and Ghost where standing next to Price, also looking down at your hopeless body. Price his hand on your cheek, rubbing away your tears.

"It's alright son, no need to hide it."

Gaz snapped out of it when he heard that. Using Price's shoulder as a lift, looking at you, he gasped. He's never seen you so weak, so vulnerable. Letting out a loud hic, you grabbed Price's hand, ugly crying you let Price hold you.

"Let it all out, your safe here."

You sat up, hugging Price tightly. You cried into his shoulder, hard. Soap dropped to his knees and hugged you, it's the most he could do right now, he had nothing he could say. The lump in his throat preventing him from saying much.

"We got you..y/n we got you, okay?"

Soap whispered in your ear, hoping to calm you down, even just alittle bit. Gaz patted your head, pulling your head away from Prices shoulder you looked up at him. Smiling, Gaz gently caressed your head. Giving warm to your worn out brain, that's corrupted with the wrong thoughts and ideas.

"Hey..y/n,"

You looked at Ghost.

"Why did you hide? We understand if you can't keep going, you knew that, didn't you? We're here to help, that's the point of the military"

Your eyes widened, you didn't have a answer for him. You didn't have an reason.

"I-I..."

You couldn't give an answer. Ghost let out a small sign, not one of disappointment or anything negative. It's just that small air he's been holding in without realization.

"No need to answer, just... try to talk to us, even if it's hard."

You nodded, opening your arm to Ghost. He stared at it for a second before joining the hug. For you.

[A/n:I'm not sure if this is all that good 😅. I hope you enjoyed]

#cod 141 #cod task force 141 #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x male reader #call of duty mw2 #mw2 x male reader #mw2 x reader #cod mw2 x male reader #cod mw2 x reader

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misshoneyimhome · 4 months

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Said: "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars" I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ [intern x willy] A Night with Blue & White

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a/n; this did not turn out as good as I'd hoped, but I do still hope you enjoy it 🤍

And I of course took a little inspiration from this 🙈💦

Warnings; 18+ smut; semi-public (in a closet at a private event) unprotected sex;

Word count; 4.2K

Putting it nicely, the past few weeks had been a bit of a whirlwind. But honestly, it's felt as if you’d been to Hell and back.

While the team experienced a mix of victories and defeats, only adding to the stress levels, you, as an intern at MLSE, found yourself knee-deep in event planning. As for the moment, your plate was loaded with preparations for the MLSE Foundation's Blue and Night Gala, followed by the upcoming NHL All-Star event set in early February.

To say you were stressed out would be an understatement.

And William sensed it immediately. With the back-and-forth between home games and road trips, along with the impending events, you were on the verge of losing your sanity. Juggling responsibilities left you drained, and the pressure was getting to you.

Moreover, the stress also seeped into your relationship. Both of you were busy and feeling the strain, especially with William eager to prove himself after signing a new contract, which sometimes led to missed opportunities and fewer goals. And the frustration was evident for both of you. The usual quality time was replaced by a professional facade, thanks to the demands of games and event planning, and it almost seemed like the connection you once had was slowly fading amid the chaos.

However, being the intern following the Toronto Maple Leafs did have its perks, allowing you to be close to William most of the time. While you couldn't display your love publicly, stolen moments in hotel rooms during road trips brought a sense of normalcy and intimacy, as it offered a brief escape from the overwhelming pressures.

Softly murmuring in the hotel room after a game against the Seattle Krakens, you traced your fingers along William's face.

“You know,” you said, both of you relaxing, “I really love that you’re heading to the All Stars…”

“But?” William chuckled.

“But maybe a few days off would have been nice…” you almost whispered, your gaze fixed on his.

“Mmm, yeah, definitely - but don’t you have to work anyway?”

“Yeah, but I could've tried to snag a few days off,” you admitted.

“During the All-Star event?” William inquired a bit rhetorically.

“Alright, maybe not,” you joined in with a chuckle. “Guess it's a good thing I'll have you around then,” you flashed a sweet smile.

“Oh baby, I think it's even better that I have YOU around,” he countered with a cheeky wink, before he then leaned over your body, planting a deep kiss. “I get to do what I love most – playing hockey – and look at your beautiful face all at once.”

And you couldn’t help but respond with a passionate kiss, your mouths exploring each other as you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer, and sharing the warmth of the moment.

However, upon returning to Toronto, the All-Star event took a backseat to the gala: A Night with Blue and White - a themed casino night demanding meticulous planning and attention to detail.

And thankfully, all things were falling into place. Blackjack tables were secured, the guest list meticulously checked (probably twice or thrice), the venue beautifully decorated, and the entertainment scheduled.

It was shaping up to be perfect.

And as for your role, you were lucky enough to be scheduled to work at the start of the night. However, Brendan had insisted that you not only worked but also made an effort to enjoy and mingle. This was a prime opportunity for networking and socialising, he’d argued. He even emphasised the importance of dressing to impress and showcasing your best behaviour, as it could lead to open doors to future opportunities.

So, then the next dilemma naturally surfaced: What on earth would you wear?

Naturally, you turned to Melanie, who was just as panicked as you. A gala meant dresses, heels, and going all out with hair and makeup.

However, since you both had to work at the beginning of the night, capturing shots of the players and maybe doing a couple of interviews before mingling, it meant no gowns, and an outfit change halfway through. But nonetheless, you were looking forward to it. Though, while not your strongest suit, you were determined to flaunt your skills and highlight the hard work you'd put into your job.

And, of course, there was the chance to socialise with the players, catching up and chatting outside the stressful arena. Much-needed bonding time for everyone after the turbulence of the past couple of weeks' games, and the players were itching to spend some off-ice time together and have a bit of fun.

So, as you and Melanie browsed dresses in a store, she turned to you and asked, “Alright, what do you think?”

“Well, it's something,” you smiled, attempting not to let on your lack of enthusiasm for her choice of the vivid colours she favoured show. “It’s definitely more your style than mine.”

With a great smile, she then picked up a few more other gowns, and the two of you continued to browse the store.

"Alright, let's try these on," you suggested, grabbing a couple of options for yourself, and heading towards the fitting rooms.

The dresses varied in styles, some more vibrant and bold, while others exuded timeless sophistication.

And standing in the dressing rooms, a mischievous glint in your eye, you couldn't resist sharing the dress options with William, knowing he’d probably look flawless regardless. You snapped a quick shot of the dresses hanging in the fitting room, capturing the variety of styles and colours.

"Help me out, fashion critic 😉 Which one do you think will make heads turn at the gala?"

"Oh, they all look great babe 😘 and I’m sure you’ll look amazing in anything!”

“Willy! That doesn’t help – I need your advice 🤔”

“Of course, you do! They don’t call me Styles for nothing 😉 But maybe a sneak peek of what's underneath can help with a more intimate opinion?" William's response came swiftly.

But you too could play along. “And what makes you think I’ll be wearing anything underneath? 😉” You smiled, perhaps a little too satisfied with your own response.

"Mmm 😏 I hope you won’t… but maybe the black one - and then I'll have to see the 'underneath' in person.”

“Hmm naughty boy 😏 Alright, I’ll consider the black one then.”

And after trying on the dresses, you both settled on outfits that struck the right balance between style and appropriateness for the event.

The night of the gala arrived with an air of excitement and nervous anticipation. The venue sparkled with elegance, bathed in the hues of blue and white. And as the night slowly began, you found yourself wearing a sophisticated yet practical ensemble – a balance of professionalism and style that would transition seamlessly from work to play.

In the bustling backstage, amidst the array of camera equipment and buzzing event staff, you exchanged glances with Melanie, both of you dressed to impress. "I can't believe we have to work at such a glamorous event," she quipped, adjusting her camera strap.

You chuckled, "Yeah, but at least we get a taste of the high life while doing it. Have you seen the blackjack tables? It's like we're in a James Bond movie."

And the chaos backstage only intensified as the players started arriving, each looking sharp in their tailored suits. Your task was to capture candid shots, freeze-framing the moments of laughter and camaraderie that happened behind the scenes.

And Brendan, the ever-supportive boss, gave you a reassuring nod before you set off with your camera. "Remember, work hard, but enjoy yourself too. This is your chance to shine."

So, while working your skills, you of course managed to snap shots of William as well, who looked dashing yet casual in his suit, while wearing his rarely seen glasses. God, they looked so sexy on him. It was a look you didn’t see often in public; however, the glasses did come out every now and then back home when he needed them for watching movies. His hair was untamed as usual, yet he still looked flawless. He’d probably just thrown it on five minutes before leaving his condo, and still, he’d pull off anything.

As the night slowly unfolded, the stress of the games seemed to dissipate, replaced by genuine smiles and relaxed shoulders. The gala provided a much-needed break from the intensity of the rink, offering a chance for everyone to unwind and connect off the ice.

Then, once the initial work duties were fulfilled, you and Melanie took a moment to freshen up before joining the festivities. Dressed in your chosen evening attire, you navigated the sea of guests and players, aiming to strike a balance between networking and enjoying the night.

And as you stepped into the grand hall, William’s eyes immediately fixed on you.

From across the room, seated by a casino table, it suddenly became harder for him to concentrate as you casually strolled in your formal wear, shining like a million diamonds.

It was as if his heart paused for a brief moment, his gaze fixated on you, taking in all your absolute beauty. Fortunately, he'd just lost a round, so he had to sit the next one out, unable to tear his eyes away from you.

Earlier, he had already noticed your nicely styled hair, but seeing you with freshly applied makeup and your long dress, perfectly tailored to your curves, took his breath away.

And the moment your eyes met William's across the room, there was an undeniable spark of recognition. His attention shifted entirely, the casino table and its games momentarily forgotten as he focused on you, and the subtle smile on your face hinted at the playful anticipation of his reaction.

As you approached, it was as if the sea of people parted, leaving only a path illuminated by the glow of your presence, and William stood up, unable to conceal the admiration in his eyes.

"Wow," he breathed, a mixture of surprise and delight evident in his voice. "You look… absolutely amazing."

You couldn't help but blush at his genuine reaction. "Thank you," you replied, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "I was aiming to impress you."

“Baby, you always impress me,” William chuckled, his hand subtly touching yours, being careful not to draw too much attention from those who shouldn't see hints of a secret relationship. “I just… I don’t like that I can’t even have you by my side all night, and everyone here can look at you.”

It was almost a whisper, but the loud chatter and music compelled him to speak a bit louder, especially since you couldn’t stand as close as you both desired.

“Well, I’m sure we can manage a photo, for professional purposes,” you suggested with a smile, and William immediately agreed.

So, you waved over Melanie to capture a few shots of the two of you, before you’d go around taking more photos with the rest of the team, ensuring it didn't look like William was being singled out.

But his hand around your waist felt so good that it was almost painful. The way he held you closely for that brief moment as Melanie snapped the camera had both of you longing for more.

And it was just as tough for William. How he wished to stroll around with you all night, proudly showing off how good you both looked together as a couple. But he couldn’t.

So, both of you simply savoured the brief moment you could stand together. However, just before parting, you gently leaned into him.

"Oh, and just so you know, I'm still not wearing anything underneath," you said, your tone laced with seduction and a cheeky wink, leaving him to his thoughts.

And then the mingling kicked off, conversations flowed, and laughter resonated through the venue. You found yourself engaging with players and other professionals in the industry, not only showcasing your camera skills but also demonstrating your ability to navigate social situations.

It seemed almost effortless for you once the conversations started rolling.

However, being around William in this setting wasn't a walk in the park. You could practically sense his gaze following you every time you moved, and it didn't escape the notice of his teammates.

"Hey, watch out, Willy, you're drooling," Auston teased as they stood, observing a few others playing.

William chuckled at Auston's playful jab, doing a lousy job of pretending to be nonchalant. And his other teammates were quick to join in the banter, adding their own comments with smirks and grins.

"Come on, Willy, at least try and play it cool," Mitch jumped in, getting a good laugh from the group.

William ran his hand through his hair, pretending to be innocent. "I have no idea what you guys are talking about. Just enjoying the view."

Then Mo nudged him with a smirk. "Enjoying? Seems more like staring as if you've never laid eyes on a girl before."

Laughter filled the room as you approached them slowly.

"What's so funny?" you asked with a soft chuckle.

"Oh, nothing... just Willy here drooling like a teenage boy seeing a girl’s boobs for the first time," Auston laughed.

"Hey, if he's drooling, at least he's got good taste," you teased in defence, playfully winking at William, making the rest of the lads join in.

But beneath the banter, there was more than just fun and jokes. Both you and William were longing for each other's touch. And the distance was torturing.

However, the lively atmosphere was abruptly interrupted by a doting microphone, when someone suddenly halted the chatter and music, taking the stage at the centre of the venue to deliver a speech.

So, as the attention of all the guests shifted towards the stage, you and William took the chance to stand a bit closer to each other. Trying to ease into it, his body was almost against yours, and you could feel him just behind you. His warmth against you.

And as your gaze remained fixed on the bright lights illuminating the spokesperson, you suddenly sensed William's fingers delicately tracing yours. His touch was featherlight, slow, and gentle, as he subtly attempted to intertwine his fingers with yours. It was the closest you'd come to behaving like a couple in public, and the sensation was absolutely exhilarating.

But you were aware that it wouldn't last.

So, for as long as possible, you leaned your back against his torso, allowing his fingers to gently entwine with yours, taking a sip of your drink and attempting to act as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

It was a bit thrilling, actually. A risk of being caught, reminiscent of the night of New Year’s Eve.

However, this time the event was much grander, with more important managers in attendance, making it crucial for you both to keep a low profile. Yet, your mind veered in a different direction.

Subtly, you allowed your lower back to nestle more into William's body, bringing his groin in contact with your buttock, and you sensed his slight reaction in your hand, a light tug on your fingers. And for a few more minutes, the two of you lingered in this position, doing your best to absorb the heartfelt speeches while growing increasingly intrigued by each other’s touch.

You only disentangled your hands when the crowd erupted in applause, and both of you had to take a small step away as the room filled with light once again.

However, the separation didn't last long. Instead, William quickly leaned in and whispered in your ear, "Meet me by the wardrobe."

And you couldn't help but chuckle as he walked away, buttoning his blazer and attempting to act like he was heading to the men's room.

Then after waiting a few minutes to avoid being too conspicuous, you too slowly made your way from the crowd and out to the hallway leading down to the wardrobe.

It was effortless to maintain the facade, yet as soon as you spotted William almost concealed in the corner, a slight tinge of nervousness mixed with excitement surged through you. And it didn't take long before both of you found refuge among the numerous coats.

Your lips met as your arms enveloped each other, sinking into the much-needed desire. However, you had to pull back for just a moment, catching your breath.

"Wait, what if someone walks in?" you asked with a soft whisper.

"No one's going to come in here," William reassured you with a cheeky smile, before trying to lean in again, but you avoided him.

"What about the host who's in charge of the closet?"

And William knew he had to rethink his plan as he hadn’t thought of the staff.

"Hmm, well, I guess we'll just have to be quick then."

But you couldn't contain your amusement as you and William stood there, resembling teenagers trying to hide from their parents.

“Willy… I think we both know you can’t be that quick,” you chuckled lightly, and William joined in. However, as you relished the soft moment of intimacy, someone suddenly walked in, prompting William to pull you closer in an attempt to hide between the fabrics. And surprisingly, it seemed to work.

Standing in close proximity, your bodies fully touching with William's arms around you for support, you both kept quiet to avoid being heard. And several minutes passed, as you wondered why the person wasn't leaving. However, your attention was suddenly diverted.

“Willy,” you whispered. “What are you doing?”

"Nothing..." he replied nonchalantly.

"A part of you is doing something..."

You maintained a hushed tone, but it became slightly challenging to keep a poker face as you felt William’s member slowly growing in his dress trousers.

"Oh, yeah… I kind of don’t have control over that..." he chuckled lightly. “What? It’s not my fault you look so amazing… and knowing you don’t wear any underwear just turns me on even more.”

As he lingered on the fact that you were completely bare under that well-fitted dress, he could feel his length growing even firmer.

“Let me try and turn around…”

Gently manoeuvring between the coats, you positioned yourself back to chest with William, his arms still wrapped around you to keep you steady.

“Y/n… that’s worse,” he chuckled in a deep whisper, and you had to stifle a laugh with a hand over your mouth.

With the bulge in his trousers pressing against you, and the mutual arousal escalating between your legs, both of you yearned for something more than just secret kisses in the dark.

And just as you heard more footsteps and voices, you attempted to take a step back into hiding. The voices lingered in the hall, and instead of leaving, they simply continued chatting, and you could sense that William was getting into a teasing mood.

You felt his hand on your lower tummy slowly sliding downwards, finding the slit of your dress, sneaking underneath, and carefully discovering your core.

“Willy… what are you doing?” you whispered, attempting to remain composed, but you had a feeling it was of no use.

“Can’t wait, babe… I want you now.”

His voice was dark, even under a deep breath and a whisper, and you couldn’t help but sink into his touch as his fingers very slowly traced up your folds.

Soft moans were about to escape your lips as you felt his fingers gently circling your clit under the fabric of your dress, but you forced yourself to hold them back, not wanting to give away your position.

“Good girl,” William praised you under his devilish touch, well aware of how he was teasing you, pushing you to your limits.

It was a different kind of turn-on you both felt. The longing and need for each other and a sexual release, mixed with the danger of being caught at any time.

And as William’s fingers slowly rubbed between your folds, drawing down to your entrance before gently pressing two fingers into your warmth, you again held your palm over your mouth to conceal any sounds escaping from you.

You could almost feel his smirk behind you as he carefully stimulated your walls, making you feel the slow build-up of pleasure within you. However, you knew you didn’t have time for too much foreplay. While you could likely rely on Auston to create a cover story for you, the absence of both you and William from the event would surely be noticed.

And seemingly sharing the same thought, William continued his efforts.

Working his thick digits in your core for a few more pumps, William ensured you were wet and ready for him, as this was undoubtedly going to be a quick encounter. After withdrawing his fingers, he then unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and pulled down his trousers and boxers just enough to let his hard member out.

Dragging your long dress up, he exposed your bare ass for him, and gently spread your legs a little, attempting to align his cock with your entrance.

It wasn't easy, especially since you didn’t have anything to grab onto to stabilise yourself except for coats on hangers. But it would have to do.

And as you felt the tip of William’s length poking your entrance, you had to inhale sharply and hold back the impending moan as he slowly filled you up. Your hands tightly gripped onto the nearby fabric, your teeth biting down on your lip as you felt him stretching you.

It was almost too much, but it also felt incredibly good.

William held his one arm around you to keep you close and steady, while his other hand gripped onto your hip as he guided himself slowly in and out of your warmth.

“Shit, baby… this is so fucking hot… you’re so tight, for me” he moaned deeply into your ear, thrusting his hips, his shaft covered by your juices as he stimulated your walls. “Fuck…”

You panted deeply as his curved cock ensured to hit your most sensitive spot, almost sweating from holding back your noises. And you soon felt the familiar knot in your abdomen as pleasure coursed through your body, and your mind began to fog.

“Willy,” you breathed in a deep whisper. “Please.”

A soft whimper escaped your lips as you focused on keeping still and steady. However, as William’s movements grew a little faster and harder, despite the lack of space, it became almost impossible for you to stay quiet.

“Yes, baby… I’m gonna come soon…” you heard him moan behind you, as he was just a few more thrusts away from letting himself surrender to the pleasure.

However, lacking the strength to hold back and wait for him, you let out a low cry. “Willy… I’m coming…”

Then feeling the clenching of your walls around his cock, William too was about to burst.

“That’s it, baby… cum all over my fucking cock.”

The whole world outside your little cocoon seemed to vanish as ecstasy filled your mind, your fists clenching onto the coats as you let yourself go, evidence of your climax dripping down from your cunt.

And William followed suit, letting out a deep grunt into your hair, careful not to make it too loud, as he spilled into your warmth.

It was probably the fastest William had ever reached climax, especially given the slow movements instead of a faster and rougher pace. Nonetheless, the entire night had been enough foreplay for both of you. Keeping eyes on each other and pondering sexual thoughts of what you’d do with each other had been enough to have you both riled up and on the verge of peaks at all times.

Remaining inside you for a few more seconds, William caught his breath and slowly returned to reality.

“Fuck, baby…”

“Yeah… Willy,” you let out a soft chuckle, still feeling your muscles pulsating around his shaft before he gently pulled himself out.

You were both completely warm and almost sweaty. Letting go of the coats, you turned around in William’s embrace and smiled up at him.

“I can’t believe we just did this… here,” you chuckled, William joining in as he pulled up his boxers and buckled his belt again.

“Me neither… but it was fucking hot.”

“Yeah, guess now we just have to go back – try and act as casual as we can.”

And trying to return as something that didn’t look like you'd just had sex in a closet was not as easy as expected. But with light chuckles and a swift escape to the restrooms, you both managed to seem somewhat composed again.

“Seriously?” Auston grinned as the two of you returned to the event, most of the guys standing by the piano where Woll was playing sweet melodies. “You could at least try and keep it together.”

“Oh, like you would’ve,” William chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming from the pleasure he’d just experienced.

“Probably not,” Auston laughed.

And before you knew it, it almost seemed as if you hadn’t snuck away to have sex in the wardrobe. Again, you had to act as friendly colleagues at a distance. However, this time, a pleasurable tingling remained throughout the night, reminding you of the intimacy you shared with William.

That was until he took you home, and this time, he didn’t hold back on noises or pace.

#intern x willy #18+#william nylander imagine #wn88 imagine #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl smut #william nylander smut #william nylander fic

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grwnsz · 11 months

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bad days [bakugo katsuki x m!reader]

tws : failing, small mental breakdown, overthinking, stress

context : m/n aizawa's son and alrdy in a relationship w bk

-> what happens when m/n has a bad day and how bk helps :)

School was very stressful for you these past weeks. With midterm exams coming up, your father expects a lot from you academic wise and also performance wise (for the hero aspect of the exams). With the competitiveness of Class 1-A, everyone is trying their best to exceed expectations and outperform each other. The stress and never-ending pressure everything is giving you is suffocating you from the inside. The goals you've set for yourself now seems so far away. You were losing sleep from staying up late all night studying, forgetting to eat, drinking minimal water. You were losing awareness in your surroundings.

Soon you lost sight of yourself. Who are you? What is your purpose? You were so tired. So drained from trying to reach everyone's expectation of you.

After a long hard day of school and only surviving on caffeine and a 15 minute power nap, you were off to training at the Class 1-A designated gym. That was your current routine. Wake up, school, training, study, nap, repeat. On the way, you were stopped by your father. Aizawa.

He forcefully grabbed you by the shoulder and turned you around. Shocked by the sudden movements, you felt the room spin as you snapped back into reality.

"You're starting to look more like me by the day," He joked about the heavy undereye bags you developed.

You chuckled nervously at his comment as he furrowed his brows at your condition, "Are you doing alright? Your actions are sluggish and your reactions are slow. Would you perform and pass the hero exam?"

His words may seem caring and concerned from a parent's perspective, but those words felt like stone that piled onto your back, adding to the already overfilling stress and pressure you have been harbouring since weeks ago.

"Yea...I'm fine," You paused, trying to control your shaky voice, "Just had a bad sleep...um...I...have training,"

Swiftly, without letting Aizawa get another word in you turned and ran out of his sight. Holding back a small cry, you ran towards the gym. Your mind spinning.

"Sluggish"

"Slow"

"Failure"

"Disappointment"

Words kept flashing through your mind as you finally reached the entrance of the gym.

Feeling all the stress and pressure you've been holding back from destroying you inside, hit you like a giant wave. It was heavy, it was painful and exhausting.

Tears, one by one, came sliding down your face until it was just a stream of water. Your legs gave out as you just sat on the lush green grass crying your heart out. Releasing all the pressure you've been feeling.

As you cried and wailed the feelings you've been trying so hard to keep at bay, locked in the back of your mind, you felt a pair of hands wrapped themselves around you. You felt warmth in this moment of darkness. You opened your reddened and puffy eyes to see fluffy blonde hair. A familiar, calming scent filled your nose as you hiccuped from the vigorous crying session.

"Bakugo?" He had engulfed you in a hug and lifted you into a more comfortable position. His arms wrapped around your neck, with you sat atop of his crossed legs. You hugged him tightly with your face snuggled in the crook of his neck.

He hummed the tune of your favourite song to help you calm down. However, that only made you start crying more. How appreciative you were to have such a kind and wonderful person in your life.

"You're okay," He whispered softly in an attempt to stop you from bawling your eyes out. No matter how tough he pretends to be on the outside, to watch the person he cherishes the most, breakdown and cry out so agonisingly, it was like torture.

With small, gently pats and soft humming of your favourite song, you slowly captured your breaths and your tears started to decrease. You blinked your tired and worn out eyes to get out the rest of your tears and relaxed your tensed body into the arms of him.

"I'm sorry," You hiccuped and wiped the remaining tears off your face.

"For what? You have nothing to be sorry about," He said and lifted you up.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked as you snuggle into him.

"No...not right now," He was one of the last person you wanted to share the pilled up emotions you've been feeling. With his competitve personality and just how strong he is, you would sometimes feel inferior to him. But knowing how understanding he could be sometimes, you decided it's best if you shared the reason behind your breakdown sometime else.

"K...I'll be here whenever you're ready," He said as he carried you back to your dorm.

"I'm going to help you change and tuck you into bed. I'm going to leave to go make you some dinner ok? Don't you fucking get out of that goddamn bed you probably haven't touched in like ten years. I'll order some of your [fav drink] and make [fav dish]. You're going to finish all of it. Not a single goddamn crumb left. Understood?" He plopped you down onto your bed. You nodded and sniffed.

"Good, after that we can cuddle up and watch [fav movie]...might as well clean your fucking room while you eat...jesus christ my guy?! How do you find your clothes in this shit?! You know what! Come with me!" He exploded, despite his violent outburst he gently (yet still aggressively) picked you back up, slammed your door and headed to his room instead.

He gently sat you down in his soft and clean bed as you watched him swing open his closet and (aggressively) open his drawers, picking out a shirt and some pants for you. You watched him decide on the perfect pair of pants and perfect shirt for you to wear while also wondering how the hell is his closet still intact.

He placed the folded clothes on the side of the bed and looked at you for permission. You sniffed and slightly nod to give him the a-okay on helping you undress. You sat like a child as he unbuttoned your shirt, Your heart melted at the gentleness of his actions. Making sure his fingers don't make contact with your skin even if you gave him permission he still didn't want to overstep any boundaries and make you uncomfortable. He slipped off your shirt and grabbed his iconic skull t-shirt.

"Up," He ordered and you raised your arms. He slipped it on. His shirt was soft and smelled really nice (just like him).

"Here, change," He handed you a pair of his boxers and turned around. You changed your underwear and tugged at his shirt to let him know you were done, having no voice left.

A giant smirk appeared on his face as he picked you up with ease. Placing you in the middle of his bed and surrounded you with pillows. Tucking you in and switching on his TV, he put on one of your favourite movies of all time and gave you some [fav snack] to snack on while you watched.

"I'll be back in a bit, don't you dare fucking cry again. You're the best human being on earth and I don't give a shit what anyone says, you're enough...fuck I'm not good at this consoling shit! You get what I mean right?! Fucking hell, this shit's embarrassing! I'm going to go make dinner!" He awkwardly scurried out of the room. Your heart felt full. All the pressure and stress was gone and the heavy feeling in your chest disappeared. You felt at ease and so comfortable and peaceful. With [fav movie] playing in the background, you slowly fell into some well deserved sleep.

#bnha x male reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki x male reader #bnha x reader #mha x male reader #x male reader #bakugo x male reader #bnha #mha #x reader

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kyojurismo · 1 year

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Hi! May I put in an emergency request?

Not to vent or anything like that, but I've been having problems with my sibling trying to get them to see their self worth. It's draining and I just want them to feel better. Problem though: I'm burnt out from it so so bad and I really want to help them, but I know there's nothing I can do anymore.

Would it be possible if I could have some Tengen, Sanemi, and Obanai headcanons of them trying to help their s/o relax after an ordeal like that? (You can do all of them or pick and choose which ones, your choice!)

Thank you so much, and remember to eat a snack and stay hydrated. You deserve it! <3

# obanai iguro, sanemi shinazugawa & tengen uzui

tags : [modern au] gn!reader, fluff, the boys are super kind hehe, not proofread.

a/n : it’s a bit rushed & very short ngl, but i hope you enjoy anyway <3 i’m sending you a big hug anon, i don’t have siblings so i’m not really in the place to talk but i believe that you sure have to support them and show them that they’re amazing but without draining yourself ):

OBANAI IGURO

would offer to watch a movie

even if he’s not too fond of physical touch, he would also cuddle with you

baby boy would even cook something for you

when he sees you’re more relaxed he would comfort you of course

he waited bc he didn’t want to stress you more

“you’re an amazing sibling, they’re very lucky to have you. i just don’t want you to stress too much, alright? i’m sure they will understand soon.”

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

i mean, he would somehow do the same w genya

so he would know how you feel

‘nemi would do his best to keep your mind off the matter for now

like watching tv, reading, cooking, etc.

then he would try his best to comfort you w words

“they’ll learn to value themselves. you’re doing your best, but uh . . . don’t drain yourself, mh.”

TENGEN UZUI

“i’m sure they appreciate you telling them, but maybe you don’t have to stress too much? i mean, it’s natural but they also have to see this by themselves, y’know?”

he would smile at you while saying this, trying to comfort you about it the best he can

then would help you get distracted

he offered to go out for a walk, or if u don’t want to go outside he proposed some comedy, playing videogames, etc.

would cuddle with you and kiss you all the time !!

of course tengen would be proud and admire how much you care for your siblings and he would surely tell you without hesitation

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

#�� — writing !!#obanai iguro x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #tengen uzui x reader #ohanai iguro imagine #sanemi shinazugawa imagine #tengen uzui imagine #obanai iguro fanfic #sanemi shinazugawa fanfic #tengen uzui fanfic #kny obanai #kny sanemi #kny tengen #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic

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thotsforvillainrights · 5 months

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(Draft Release)

~Conferences and Confessions~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

“Purple or black? Or maybe something green with a mix of Orange in there? What do you think? Tomoyasu? Skeptic are you listening to me right now?” You hear a deep sigh from the bedroom before complete silence. After placing your clothing options back on the door hook, you went into the bedroom to check on him. He was laying face down on the bed. “Uhhh are you okay? You look a little drained but you literally took the day off from work yesterday so I can’t imagine why.” You took a seat next to him and he muffled a groan into the pillow. You shrug and begin rubbing his back until he instantly sits up and stares at you through messy bangs. “I really don’t want to go to this thing, yet every single year I have to do it just to keep up with appearances. I despise half of the degenerates I work with. They’re incompetent bumbling idiots who don’t know the difference between a hard drive and a floppy disk. The fact these fucking desk jockeys managed to weasel their way past the interview process is a feat on it’s own.”

“Hmmmmm, hey, at least I finally get to come with you this time right? Or would you rather have Hanabata as your plus one again?” You laugh at the way his face falls flat. “No way, he’s the worst on these kind of things. Great at being social but once he hits the bar and starts pounding drinks then I’m left with the responsibility of holding his hair back while he empties his stomach in the hotel toilet. Now hurry up and finish packing. We’ve got a long drive and it’s going to be a long weekend ahead of us. Oh and wear the black. It uh...it looks good on you.” He awkwardly complimented you before lumbering off somewhere else in the house to find his “good laptop” to pack for the trip. “You gonna wear a fancy little fancy bowtie to the fancy little dinner, fancy little tech guy?” You tease him when you notice the suit in his suitcase. “Well it’s not exactly turtle neck attire. I usually try to dress nice so the C.E.O and investors see me in a positive light. Enjoy it while you can.” You nod at him with a smile.

The entire ride there was just fine if you exclude having to take over because Tomoyasu’s road rage reared it’s ugly head again. Still it was nice to have so much time connecting with each other and just relaxing on the way there. It’s been a while since the two of you were able to catch-up with each other. The both of your work weeks have been hectic lately. The type of hectic where you barely have time to do anything around the house and chose to rest instead. Also the type of hectic where you needed to stop and eat out every night instead of making dinner at home for yourself like you used to. Maybe even the type of hectic where you both went to bed at different hours of the night and didn’t end up coming over each others house like you usually do. The entire work retreat/conference was a perfect time to reconnect with your friend and coworker.

It was good you were there. At least to him, he was more pleased to have you as a fallback especially when it came to keeping up his friendly demeanor. He was able to talk all the shit he wanted with you and it really helped to blow off some of the steam. Really it would seem he was a little stressed about everything or perhaps awkward? Maybe he was a little nervous and didn’t know how to tell you. It was your first time seeing him in this kind of environment and from what could be noticed by you, he wasn’t as adjusted as you thought. You decided to shoot a quick text to Hanabata while heading back to the open bar of the conference room. Whereas you were asking him for advice, he’d surprised you with teasing words and emoji instead. Although you suppose you shouldn’t be too surprised by him. It was always him and Chitose teasing or hinting at you and Skeptic being a thing. Its gotten to the point where even ReDestro himself will slip a little joke in there from time to time. Skeptic was cool and all, but there was no way in hell he’d had feelings for you right? The two of you were nothing more than close friends and coworkers who occasionally spent the night at each others places or went out to lunch, or watched a movie or...

‘Then why did you get invited as his plus one this year instead of me hmmm?’

Trumpet texted a reply with a smirk emoji attached to the end of it. You huffed and put your phone away leaving him on read. The rest of the night couldn’t come fast enough when Skeptic finally approached you at the bar and nodded at the large doors to the left. “Let’s go. I’ve talked enough or maybe too much. I’m tired of conversing with these degenerates and I need a shower.” You nodded and placed your drink down before following him back up to the room. “Tomorrow will be the big conference right? Like the meeting and whatnot to unveil some new stuff?” You asked once in the elevator. He nodded and kept his eyes trained on the numbers lighting up. Finally the 5 flashed on the screen indicating you reached your floor. Without further words the two of you headed down the hall and into the room. While you gathered some items to shower next, Skeptic was busy washing out his locks and trying to cleanse his mind. Unbeknownst to you, he was having a difficult time with his feelings all evening. After some time he’d come to a conclusion.

Confess now or never...

#I wonder if I need to finish this eventually #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #tomoyasu chikazoku #skeptic bnha #scenario

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cxncrie · 2 months

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gonna prolly be idle or lurking for the rest of the night due to how drained i am from literally shaking and just overall being stressed and upset.

if anyone has questions, you ARE free to ask me but PLEASE keep it in dms because i don't want to subject my dash to drama. The ONLY reason that one post is not being tagged is because i want people to know where i stand w/ that situation. It's also been added to my pinned as well on both this blog and my main multi.

i'm so tired and i'm glad to finally be out of that mess

#★ ► ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ. ◄ ⌠ Out Of Character ⌡

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meowzfordayz · 6 months

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Hey T!! I maybe kinda sorta just a bit died again~ mental health fizzled out worse than before, and right when I thought I’d gotten my bs together and was headed forward 😅 Now it’s been coming and going (high highs and low lows); pretty exhausting to manage, but I’m trying to push through it!! ☝️ My interactions will prob continue to be really erratic/spontaneous tho, apologetic heads up! 🥹🫶

On a lighter note, thanks so much for the congrats for my APs in your last message!! Hoping I can pass this year’s as well! 🤧 As for prom, my night was pretty uneventful thankfully! My dress was a shimmery midnight blue!! What color was yours? 👀

I’ve also made a bunch of progress on my college apps, which has definitely helped the stress; personal statement and PIQs are done, so the hard part is over!! Actually really proud of what I was able to write, and hoping it’ll pay off in the end (the system apparently leans quite heavily towards the writing portions~) 😅😅

Oh and I assume your knee is all better now, considering the amount of time that’s passed?? Really hoping so!! 💪💪🦵

Other than that, I also wanted to wish you a HAPPY THANKSGIVING!! 🦃🦃🍁🍁 How are you spending/planning to spend it?? However you do, I hope you have an amazing time and make memories!! And if you’re on break, anything fun you’ve done?? I’ve gotten to hang out a few times with some close friends which has been awesome, and hoping you’ve gotten to do the same (even if not on break)!! 😊😊

- 💜

Hii bby !! ☺️ As always, I take a while to answer you Asks 😅, but I enjoy and appreciate them (and you) thoroughly !! 💓

Random thought, but I’m sooo glad the emoji glitch disappeared !! 🥳🥴 (for a while I had to type everything sans emojis, and then add ‘em all in retroactively 🥲)

I’m proud of you for making your way through mental health highs and lows; it’s tough! 🥺🫶🏽 Def glad to hear you’re looking out for yourself, but wish I could help w/ the exhaustion. 😕❤️‍🩹

You can totally pass this yr too !!!!! 😤🤓 College apps are sooo draining; you’re doing amazingly !! 🤗

My prom night was… hm… I went w/ my close friend (we ate sushi beforehand 😋) wearing a lil black dress I bought in middle school (and still own lol). 🖤 Shimmery midnight blue sounds STUNNING (as I’m sure you were). 😍🌌 Prom itself was eh for me (I played cards w/ friends haha), but afterwards I ended up at IHOP w/ my at-the-time crush (we then dated for 1.5 yrs). 😏😎

My knee is ~mostly healed. I’d say… 90%-ish? Still moments of instability and twinges of pain when I climb on it wrong. 😝

I spent Thanksgiving very lazily (and cozily) on my mom’s couch w/ my bf. 🥰😂 Pretty uneventful, but nice and restful too.

I’ve completed 1 final, and have 2 more to go (+1 written assignment)! 🤓 I usually just work, climb, and hang out w/ my bf + friends over break. 💞

Sending you fantastic Friyay vibes !! 💝 I’m already eagerly awaiting your next Ask. 😉💗

#answered by T #anon: 💜

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nightmaretyrantvantas · 1 year

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This is so ranty as a first post back and im so sorry---

Tw for bad language

(sorry im on mobile and it wont let me add a keep reading)

(spelling mistakes are because im shaking)

But im sick and stuffed up with some kind of cold

And im not at my best but goddammit im trying to be for my partner because shes worse off than me sickness wise and i have to take care of them while theyre stuck finishing their shift with a fever that could possibly get worse by the hour and no way to take over or help because im too sick to take their shift tomorrow and i want to help but i dont fully know how to take care of her properly with my head all fuzzy

And this fucking dick.

This fucking dick of her moms stupid bastard boyfriend starts yelling stuff over the phone while im fighting off a panic talking to her about what to do, if she can pick us up more medicine after her work tomorrow, if we have any Tylenol to try to bring her fever down if the liquid medicine isnt working and hes yelling shit that he KNOWS and has been told repeatedly makes me amd her severely uncomfortable and im trying to tune him out and then he opens her moms bedroom door(im downstairs scrambling to find the medicine and get my raingear back on because cali is swamped with storms)

And he opens it

Laughing his fucking ass off as he yells down the stairs that i was on speaking and he could hear everything and keeps just fucking laughing as he slams the door back shut

Motherfucker already made passive aggressive accusations at us earlier today about locking him out(the house isnt in the safest area for him to just leave the door fucking unlocked for hours at randoms times of day and night while he goes and fucks around or drinks or whatever the fuck hes doing when he leaves the house)

And now hes laughing when i called her mom desperate for help taking care of her while im also deteriorating.

And i get told he "cares" about us really, he wasnt mocking us really he cares he wants to call my partner( while shes currently IN THE MIDDLE OF A WORK SHIFT) and "make sure shes ok" and that he really DOES care even if it feels weird or uncomfortable when he says it.

....

As im being texted this they seem to forget in the silent living room i can fucking hear their talk come through the closed door and down the stairs

And hes loudly saying hes going to come down and talk to me. He should do that right hes going to go do it now.

I almost broke down from the stress of akl this bullshit right then.

I know im not supposed to hang out at her work(our work we work different shifts at the same establishment) unless its right before close

But i shoved my stuff on and hurried out of the house on the verge of either full panic or tears im too drained to even figure out which

And i ran all the way to work and started breaking down as i gave her more medicine

Ive had it im done

I texted her mother that i cannot believe when he says he cares after his attitude and behavior this past couple days and that im tires of him tryinf to pick fights with us and being a dick to us when were now actively avoiding any interactions with him and their relationship, we want nothing to do with it, we are both sick of it and now neither of us are well enough to deal with it or him any longer

He needs to not call my partner while shes at work

No i refuse to talk to him anymore after this.

I am done and i will not deal with his bullshit anymore.

He can not will not bother my baby boy when he gets off work tonight. She needs as much rest as she can get and the last thing he needs is extra stress piled onto him and make him worse.

We are done.

I am not.

Im not well enough to keep my temper down anymore and i will not stoop to his level and be rude back.

I may be cold and clipped when i dealed with him but that was me being restrained. That was me keeping my distance and being an adult in a unfavorable situation. I was cold and treated him like he is, a stranger that has messed up any chances i gave him. But i was never openly rude.

I am not going to be nice next time.

Im done. Im fucking done.

You want the bitch motherfucker? Youll get the fucking bitch.

Dont ever come near me or my baby again.

If he tries im cutting it at the bud, and im not afraid to burn this bridge

Everyone else in this house except her mother hates you more with every stupid action you decide to do.amd every stupid thing that comes out of your transphobic, idiotic mouth.

Your only ally is the woman you cheated on multiple times and fight with every fucking night

You have no one here you lazy drunken leech.

And when things burn down im going to watch the flames smiling.

I hate being a shitty person. You are the one that brought us to this point.

Theres no one to blame but yourself.

I refuse to talk or interact or even be in the same room as him again. Im done.

Burn in a ditch bitch.

.........

..,..ok ok rant over....time to go draw some homestuck and try to calm down and not cry

Vantas out i guess

#ooc #vantas #vantas speaks #i live i guess #what a way to start the week #tw vent #im so sorry #im probably going to delete this later #i just cant keep this anger in #its bad for my mental health if i do #you can ignore this

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clearviewskylight · 2 years

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#Perth skylights

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iwishpauldanowasreal · 2 years

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Nick Flynn x Reader

You have a suspicion that Nick is using again and you are worried. so what do you do. Yell but try not to cry.

"Nick! I know you're in there!!" You were currently banging on the door of nicks place which also had his roommates in there. But You really didn't care. You knew it was late at night, but you had to speak to him quick. You heard a mutter from the other side of the door. Then suddenly the door swung open showing Nick's face. "Jesus y/n, quite down will ya" He said as he stepped outside in the hallway slightly pushing you back.

"Why aren't you answering your phone! I've been texting you" You scoffed as he shrugged. "Little birdie told me you used last Friday." You crossed your arms. You were busy at your job as a waitress wiping down tables until one of your friends told you that they seen Nick passed out on some stairs and asked you if he was ok. You didn't even know he went that night. Which you had to smile and pretend everything was ok. But inside you were fucking livid.

"What are you fucking talking about" He started to roll his eyes and lean back into the door. "Don't play dumb. Are you out of your mind?" You hit his chest. "You didn't even tell me you were going out" He just smiled and started laugh sarcastically. "I was just drunk. Calm down" You just stared at him and the feeling of dread started to hit you.

Did he not care? Why was he lying? What was this all about? Growing frustrated you started to sigh heavily. This wasn't going anywhere and you let your defensives down. You looked down at the floor. "Just talk to me. You've been avoiding me lately. And im just worried-" "Can we please talk about this another night" You snapped your head up and you finally looked at Nick. He looked like shit, his eyes looked like they were hollow. His skin was paler than usual. You tried not to burst in tears right there.

"Nick Flynn, for the love of whatever god! You are killing yourself and do you really expect not to care. What-" You found yourself trying not to cry and trying to breathe properly. "W-What do you expect me to do! I- I cant" Before you knew it tears started to roll down your cheeks as you felt your chest tighten.

You let out little cry as you felt Nick pull you in a hug. "Okay okay" he mumbled as he reached around your head and pushed you against his shoulder. He knew about your past knowing your mom overdosed as a kid and you felt guilty about it. Nick told you that were still a kid but that's something you can't get rid of. The thought of finding Nick in the same position as your mother you couldn't handle that.

That thought alone make you whimper and held onto Nick tighter. "Baby. Please,don't cry." You snapped out of it when Nick slightly pulled away. His hand reached up to your face and wiped your tears. "I'm not leaving you" he nodded slowly and pushing you hair out of your face. "Kiss me please " you whined desperately. He nodded as he grabbed your chin upward and kissed you. You felt him pour comfort and love to you. You clawed at him slightly. Nick pulled away with a laugh then kissed your forehead as you felt a little lightheaded and drained out.

"Don't worry, it'll get better soon." You must have shown doubt cause he suddenly said. "I'm serious, It was just that one time. I was just stressed then." He pushed a hand through his hair and sighed. You nodded as you felt his hand rubbing little circles in your waist. "I love you" he mumbled.

"I love you too you dumbass"

a/n: I have only watched this movie once, tbh i don't remember much other than nick flynn was hot and he had some issues.also this is my first writing so thats fun!! also give me writing advice i want to do this more!! (i literally wrote this on my notes app so if you run into any problems my bad)

#paul dano #nick flynn #nick flynn x reader #being flynn

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dearlawdimasimp · 2 years

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A/n: OKAY FIRST THINGS FIRST- things got a little heated at the near end DONT WORRY I MARKED IT and it is not that explicit so to those peeps who are squimish with lemon you can skip ahead, i promise dearies you wont miss a thing. I blame Khonshu for this at the same time thank him for the inspiration LMAAOOO

Stupidly handsome bastard

Pairings: Khonshu x sorcerer!Reader

Warnings: MATURE CONTENT PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION it is marked tho so you can skip it if you're uncomfy💞, grammar, language, no use of y/n, is set after the series, KHONSHU IN A SUIT, possibly ooc Khonshu, NOT BETA'D (if I missed any pls let me know!)

Word Count: 1.5k+ words

Summary: A stressful yesterday has led you to an obligatory mediation in the present as well as relaxation. In more ways than meditation as the Moon God makes up to you for his recklessness the day before.

A/n2: im obsessed w/ sorcerer!reader and idk why..help JAHSHAHHSHS

You take deep breaths with closed eyes, in and out. You relax your body, mind and spirit. Inhale….exhale…

After the events yesterday, you felt the need to meditate. All the fighting and chaos has left your energy drained down to its lowest, as you had to create an illusion for the people outside of the city that were witnessing the fight think that it was just their imagination. That the godzilla esq scene in front of the pyramid of Giza did not exist at all, while the fight was on going.

On top of that, you were also fighting Harrow's goons and protecting the residents of Cairo. AND THEN after the fight you have to cast another spell for the residents of Cairo for them to forget whatever the hell just happened. You were so tired that you were on the verge of collapsing. If it weren't for Layla's quick instincts you would have fallen face first to the ground.

Gods, that was one hell of a night.

Inhale…exhale….

You are currently sitting cross-legged in the middle of the yard of Kamar-taj. The fresh, open air of the summer afternoon, rustling leaves, the distant sounds of a lecturing Master to the Novice Sorcerers and the overall calm atmosphere of the place that is a very stark contrast from what transpired yesterday has left you in a serene state.

Inhale….exhale….

A scuffle from your right makes your ears perk. You have asked to be left alone for the day and are not available to any interaction.

Someone clears their throat. A deep rumble of a god's voice slowly breaks the tranquility of your atmosphere. You did not have to open your eyes to know who it was.

"I told Layla to tell you-"

"-That you need to be alone for the day. Yes, I am aware, little one… she did tell me that.."

Obviously he did not listen. When does he ever? You grumble silently.

"I had only wanted to see how you are fairing, now that you have had the whole day to yourself…"

He had stayed in his place, you noted, as you didn't hear his footsteps approaching you. Good. Because if he were to come any closer you wouldn't hesitate to shove his staff up his ass for being a stubborn asshole.

Although his reply made you open your eyes, the whole day? Oh..

Instead of seeing the beautiful multi-colored skies of sunset in the hills opposite of Kamar-taj, you're met with an artificially illuminated dark horizon of the city in the urban area while the rural hills are illuminated by the waxing gibbous.

You hum as you ask yourself, mumbling, "It's already night?" Geez that explains why your butt is hurting, you've been sitting on the yoga mat for more than 3 hours.

"Time does unknowingly pass us by when we do not think much about it." You can now hear him right behind you, you look up to him from your place in the ground. You meet his hollowed gaze as he is also looking down at you.

The corner of your lips twitch as you roll your eyes. Uncrossing your legs, you stand and pat your legs.

"I'm fine now, to answer your question earlier."

"I'm not convinced."

You furrow your brows and look at him, confused by his distrust. You were about to give a snappy retort but then, you register what the god is currently wearing now that you got a good look at him.

He's wearing a suit.

And fuck does he look good wearing it.

Your flushed staring must've been very obvious as the god chuckles. You were too awestruck that you didn't notice that he had closed the distance between you two. As you only notice his towering stature over you when he cups your chin by his pointer finger and thumb,

"Close your mouth, little one. We don't want you swallowing flies now, do we?" The smug bastard smugly comments.

You are so close to exploding right now. Out of anger or embarrassment, you didn't know. Hell, maybe it's both.

You could only give an unconvincing growl and a huff through your nose as you pull away from his stupidly warm body.

"Okay f-fine. I'm not fine. I'm a li- no, I am angry at you."

You cross your arms and turn away from him. Oh heavens above, you just hope your flustered face is not obvious under the moonlight and nearby lamps. If you didn't turn your back to the god you were sure you would forget why you were angry in the first place…

Damn it you are now starting to forget. Khonshu in the fucking white suit is already overtaking every thought you have in your mind.

"Why? if I may ask, my sorcerer.." The handsome bastard had to ask. You feel his lanky arms sneaking its way around your waist, his voice echoing in your ear as he lightly nudges your cheek with his.

Oh the sneaky, stupid, handsome bastard had known your anger had left, because if it hasn't you would've jumped away from his embrace the moment his gloved hands met your sides.

And he knows that your weakness is his hugs from behind. Stupidly smart, handsome bastard god.

"Because…-" You held your breath, exhaled and pout, "Because you're stupid, and stubborn and reckless..and stupidly handsome." you whisper the last one, slowly leaning back to his chest- though not yet giving in! You only want to lean back, that's all. Not because his warm embrace is very welcoming and comfortable, nooo.

"Stupidly handsome, huh?"

"Oh shush up!" You scold half-heartedly at his teasing, lightly hitting the back of his palm. He only chuckles at this, pulling you closer to his chest and rests the underside of his beak on your head.

Well, you are now at the point of no return, and finally, gave in. With a deep breath, you fully lean back to Khonshu's chest, uncrossing your arms and intertwining your fingers with his.

"I'm still mad at you." You grumble, keeping your gaze at the moonlit horizon.

"I know, dearest." He sighs, and huskily adds, "Let me make up to you." His hands start to wander down south but you quickly tug it back up.

THIS IS WHERE IT STARTS PEOPLE

"Khonshu!- We're at the Ka-" Your sentence dies on your throat as you feel him grind his clothed crotch to your behind.

"I don't hear a no, little one."

You could hear his grin, his slow grind of his clothed cock on your ass made you choke a whine.

"Not here- not in Kamar-taj." You silently whimper, your knees shaking in anticipation as he replies in his deep voice, "Very well."

And in a blink of an eye you're back at your flat in London. Your back hits your mattress as Khonshu cages you with one of his arms wrapping around your waist as he leans his weight on the other, hand above your head.

"Well someone's eager." You chuckle as you look up at the god on top of you, putting a hand on his shoulder as you fiddle with his tie.

"I'm clearly not the only one." He retorts, his head tilting to the side, "I can smell your arousal, my dear." His hands crawl to your crotch and cups your crotch. "And I can feel your wetness through your clothes, little bug."

Your breath hitched at his touch, hips shamelessly grinding down his hand, whining at the need for more friction, to which your godly lover gave you with no hesitance.

"Khonshu!" You moan his name, your hands gripping at the fabric of his suit that started it all.

"I know, my star, I know. Patience is key." His beak carefully nudges your cheek, his own gesture close to a kiss.

Oh this is going to be a long night, one of which you don't mind spending with the moon god.

ENDS HERE, LUV YOU'RE GOOD ^-^

Khonshu made up with you, in bed. No complains from you though, no siree.

Pure bliss and the aftermath of the activity had your brain fuzzing and body buzzing. Your lower half tingling at his 'apology'.

You snuggle close to your lover's exposed chest, humming contently as you play with his large hands while you two lay on your bed, completely bare with only your sheets covering your bodies.

"Am I forgiven, my star?" His smirk was clearly heard in his voice. You stop playing with his digits just to hit his chest. Khonshu, however, takes your hand back to his own before you could while chuckling.

"Don't test me, moon man."

"I won't, I won't." His chortle made you look up to him and squint, "I have no intention to, little sorcerer, I swear!" He then brings your hand up to his beak and lets it lay flat there, "I swear." If he could smile you were sure he was smiling at you.

You lightly huff, caressing his beak and giving him a small kiss before laying your head back down to his chest. "You're lucky I love you, Khon."

"I love you too, my star."

"You're forgiven, unless you do another reckless thing then I'm taking everything back."

"Hmm, fair."

"As well as your affection privileges."

"Beloved!"

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JAJHSJSJJSKSJS hope you guys enjoyed that self-indulgent mess HAHAHHAHAHAHAH i literally spent a whole day writting this..gods the grip this corpse pigeon has on me i swear😰

i am open for constructive criticsm, comment em if you want!

Anyways thank you for reading and have a good day/night guys!!💞💞

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