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exhaslo · 6 months

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Hi! I love your writing, especially what you wrote throughout Kinktober. I like to request something involving Miguel O’Hara.

So back on Day 30 of your Kinktober where you posted Villain!Miguel, it got me feeling things after reading the whole fic. Then a “What If” scenario came to mind: what if Spider!Fem!Reader was able to win the battle against Villain!Miguel and she would kidnap him this time to gather intel about Alchemax’s shady business practices (because she already knew the villainous Spider-Man is Miguel under the mask). While trying every way for Miguel to open up, but won’t budge unless he pleads a deal.

He’ll open up…if Spider!Fem!Reader has sex with him. Deal is sealed but the heroine warns the villain if he tries anything suspicious, he’ll receive more than pleasure.

- @club-danger-zone

Lissssssten, I read this at 3am when I woke up for work and been thinking about it ALLLLLLLL DAY!!!!!

Summary: Alternative Ending to Kinktober Day 30, Villain!Miguel x Hero!Reader

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Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, corruption, dirty talk, p in v, restraints, rough sex, overstimulation, manipulation, wannabedom!reader

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Everything happened so fast that you were still trying to process what had happened. You were responding to a new threat at Alchemax when it started. A new, strong and dangerous villain had appeared, but to your concerned surprise, it was none other than your psycho coworker, Miguel O'Hara.

Miguel was the son of Alchemax's own CEO, Tyler Stone. The proud and cruel son who shared his father's ideals. You had been Miguel's coworker for years and knew how crazy he could be. Miguel was obsessed with studying the genetic makeup of some of the heroes from the Golden Hero Age. Particularly, Spiderman.

Miguel tested on people without a care. One of his experiments ended up accidently biting you, turning you into the hero Spider-Woman. It was hard, but you had to keep your secret from the madman. Miguel was like a mad scientist. What was worse, was that he finally tested on himself. That new threat you were responding too was none other than him.

"Just treat him like any other villain!" You told yourself.

Honestly, you were not prepared. Despite knowing how Miguel was, you couldn't help but fall for the bad boy troupe. Miguel was just so good looking. If he wasn't so crazy, you'd probably had asked him out. Hell, you always folded whenever he asked you to do something for him.

"Alright. Let's get this started," You finally said as you entered the room where Miguel was.

Miguel raised his head, giving that cold stare he usually had. His eyes were a beautiful red shade compared to normal. You wanted to ask him why he tested on himself. You wanted too, but taking down Alchemax was far more important.

"Tell me everything you know about Alchemax."

Miguel watched you with amusement. He had been trying to get you in his clutches since you first appeared. This was as close as he was going to get. Miguel wanted you as a test subject. Miguel let you beat him so he could get close to you. Licking his lips, Miguel observed you in person. That suit was tight against your skin. If only he could just touch you. If only he could study your blood.

"Miguel, focus." You demanded. Miguel returned his attention to you. That mask that covered the top half of your face, "If you cooperate, I might let you off easy."

"You already know my name," Miguel hummed lowly, leaning back in his seat. The restraints holding him back, "I'm honored."

"We can work this out," You sighed softly, seeing that he was being unreasonable, "I'm sure-"

"I'll answer your questions if you answer mine." Miguel said with a cruel smirk.

You had to be someone he knew. He could sense it. Furrowing his brows, Miguel noticed that his sense of smell had become stronger. This was getting interesting.

"D-Depends on the questions." You told him, biting your lower lip.

Miguel's eyes sparkled. There was one person who would bite their lip whenever they got nervous. Miguel inhaled deeply as he felt excitement run through his veins. It seemed like he was going to get his experiment after all.

"Oh, (Y/N), you've been keeping this secret from me this whole time? I gotta say, I'm a little hurt." Miguel's tone was cruel as he watched you flinch.

"N-Now we're getting off topic. Alchemax has been-"

"(Y/N)," Miguel changed his tone into a sweeter one, knowing how to manipulate you, "Why don't I answer all your questions if you just do me one little thing."

"T-That's not my name, b-but what is it?" You stuttered.

Miguel noticed your scent change into something sweet. His pupils dilated as he felt something in him grow hungry. Yes, this was a good reaction. Miguel was going to play his game.

"I'll tell you everything if you have sex with me." He told you, his words dripping like honey.

"Se-" Oh, you were folding.

Your heart nearly stopped as you tried to come up with a proper response. You had only imagined a moment like this. The amount of nights you masterbated to the thought. Slowly approaching Miguel, you knew that this was a horrible idea. What hero would give in to a villain? What hero would willingly have sex with an enemy?

"F-Fine! But if you try anything, I'll make sure that you'll receive more than just...pleasure," You huffed.

Honestly, you were nervous. What the hell could you do to him if he tried to make a move? Not wanting to think about that, you just played along. You were going to be the dominator in this moment. Miguel was tied up to the chair.

"Would you take your mask off for me?"

"Don't push it."

You fixed your hair, getting on your knees to undo his feet restraints. Despite Miguel being evil, you still wanted him to be comfortable for this. Once you loosen the restraints a little, you proceeded to undo his pants. Your fingers trembled as you stared at his large erection. He had already gotten hard just from asking you!

Miguel watched you in amusement. You smelled so scared, yet so sweet. You slowly stroked his dick as you undid a small, hidden zipper from your suit. Miguel's smirk widen,

"A zipper?" He questioned with a low groan. You pressed his tip, biting your lower lip,

"Y-You try going to the bathroom with this on! I had to make adjustments!" You huffed.

Once you thought you were ready, you sat against Miguel's lap and tried to slid onto his dick. You whimpered, unable to do so. Miguel leaned his head into your neck, inhaling your neck. You gasped lowly as he licked your cheek. You could feel fangs. Miguel never had fangs. You tried to move away, but Miguel nibbled against your suit,

"It's never going to fit unless you let me help, carino (sweetheart)" Miguel groaned lowly. You whimpered as you decided to rub your hips against his dick,

"I-I'm taking control."

"I don't think you can," Miguel's tone turned cruel once more as he grazed his fangs against your suit, "You smell so sweet. All for me."

"Don't flatter yourself," You gasped lowly as you started to get into the pleasure, "T-This is just...for information."

"Sure, (Y/N). My little (Y/N), the super hero. The perfect test subject right in the palm of my hand."

"S-Stop...c-calling me that," You begged.

Every time Miguel said you name, it sent shivers down your spine. Once more, you tried to slid his cock inside you. You whined and cried out as you managed to fit the tip inside your tight pussy. He was too big and you were not prepped enough, but you had to try. If you let him go, who knows what he would do.

"Treat this like another battle, (Y'N). You can handle it. If not, I might have to fight back."

You yelped as Miguel thrusted his hips up ever so slightly. Your walls tighten around his tip, begging him to wait. You were supposed to take control. You had to take care of this. You could only whimper and cry as you finally fit him fully inside you.

"What a perfect fit. Aren't you a good little test subject." Miguel whispered in your ear as you held onto him, "Now start moving. You owe me for keeping this secret, (Y/N)."

"M-Miguel...I...I said..." You whined as you started to bounce against his cock, "A-Ah~ Hah~ I-I'm in...mhm...c-charge."

Each time you bounced against his dick, you felt your body jolt in pleasure. Drool nearly rolled down your mouth as you started to ride him faster. His dick hitting your cervix with each thrust. Fireworks went off in your brain as you felt a hot, tight knot about to explode.

"That's right, (Y/N), you were made just for me." Miguel used his teeth to pull your mask down. Your fucked out expression turned him on more, "This chemistry we share must be explored more!"

"M-Miguel~!" You cried out, shaking as you reached your orgasm. Miguel licked his lips as he kept moving his hips, thrusting inside you,

"I'll tell you everything you want to know, (Y/N), you just have to keep up your end of the deal. You will, won't you? Or do heroes lie?" He said with a devilish smirk.

"Y-Yes! I-I will!"

You moaned softly as you felt Miguel cum inside you. Your vision blurred slightly before you calmed down from your high. Gasping, you immediately fixed you mask and scooted off of his lap. You fixed yourself up and gave him a slight shock from one of your web shooters. Miguel hissed in pain,

"I-I told you I would punish you if you tried something!" You cried out, huffing your cheeks out. Miguel just chuckled,

"I'm a Villain, did you really expect me to play fair?"

You whined softly, but to your surprise, Miguel did share some information with you. He only gave you a little bit and told you that if you wanted more, you had to keep meeting him. You were hesitant at first, but you kept telling yourself what was the harm?

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"You've gotten used to this, huh, (Y/N)? Can't do anything without this villain's dick inside you?" Miguel whispered harshly as he pounded your pussy from behind. You held onto the wall, moaning loudly from pleasure,

"T-This is j-just f-for information-" You tried to say. Miguel just roared in laughter as he held your hips higher, slapping himself into you,

"Sure. Just admit that you can't do anything with me. I'm the villain who corrupted you."

"N-No, t-this....this is f-for ah~ w-wait...s'much..." You cried out as Miguel started to pinch your clit, "M-Miguel...I-I said-"

"That I can do what I want as long as I help you arrest my father. I'm doing a good deed here,"

Miguel just watched you break under him. The amount of orgasms he had drawn out of you this past week alone was an accomplishment. The amount of times you kept coming back to him for more 'information' was just delicious. This was a game he wanted you to believe that you were winning.

Giving you another load of his cum, Miguel watched in amusement as your body twitched for more. He pushed his fingers inside you, wanting to keep the cum inside. Miguel wanted to experiment with you more. With a lick of his lips, he leaned towards your ear,

"You know, after I help you arrest my father, you're still going to need information to take down other big bads." You whined, trying to move away from him,

"I-I will be the judge of that. Who's to say I won't have you arrested?" You warned, moving away to fix your zipper. Miguel just laughed in response,

"You would never."

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Gosh, I can't wait to write the Villain!Miguel series!!!

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman #kinktober #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv miguel

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skyward-floored · 8 months

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Dawn part 4 analysis, here we go! At it again with my ramblings.

Starting off with THE GLORIOUS RETURN OF THE MAILMAN! The moment I saw the flag I was like :O HE’S BACK!!!

(I also got the blue’s clues mail song stuck in my head)

Hey look, it’s Warriors’ money! And the inkeeper who’s happily admiring the ridiculous amount of rupees Warriors now does not own!

Rip Warriors’ money. It will be dearly missed.

Also no vacancy?? I mean, it’s possible there’s other people staying there, or it’s just a small inn, but... it kinda looks like Warriors literally bought every available room there was. Mad lad.

I (like everybody else lol) took a crack at figuring out who’s signature was who’s, based on their respective game’s Hylian texts/scripts, order of when they got there, and the OG tags on the comic. So here’s my best guesses—

1. Time is first, which makes sense based on him being the one to take Twilight to the inn

2. Hyrule appears to be next— his games don’t have a written script, but the hylian here is close to Legend’s, so I’m assuming it’s his, based on the fact that he was part of the next group to get to the inn.

3. Four is who I’m least sure about I’ll admit, but seeing as how he came with Hyrule, (and he’s the only Link left I couldn’t identify at all), I’m assuming it’s his.

4. Warriors we know for sure, since the tags say this signature is his. He gets a shout out for being the only Link who can actually write in the lines.

5. Wind seems to be next, as his hylian is very close to what’s here (his signature partially obscures Warriors’ XD)

6. Legend is who I’m going with for this one, but I’ll admit it could be Wild’s since their script is pretty darn close. But once again, based on when they all got to the inn, Legend would make the most sense to be here.

7. Sky is definitely here. His hylian is very unique compared to the others (I think it’s my favorite)

8. Wild is probably next, but same case as Legend, they could be swapped. But once again, probably not, since Wild was the last to get inside.

9. Twilight bringing up the rear! His hylian is unmistakable, and it makes sense that he’d mark his name last. I don’t think he could handle it until he woke up that morning, though I do wonder which arm he wrote it with...

(Rip Mr. Mailman in trying to figure all this out)

Moving on!

It’s gotta be close to mid-morning by now based on the light, but Sky obviously does not handle waking up at dawn well. It’ll be interesting to see if he stays sleepy during the rest of this arc, or if he'll wake up a bit.

(Side note, Sky looks so soft and fluffy here, I want to hug him)

Sky is so relatable in this update, he’s got some serious “I have no idea what’s going on” vibes. That first one he's got such a deer in the headlights look XD

The mailman is just like “you! I’ve been looking for you! Great to see you!” and Sky’s just “I have never met this man in my life” (probably forgot he actually did see him once (because he’s sleepy))

Four letters, all different languages and dialects... I’m guessing at least one Zelda based on the seal on that blue letter (it seems fancier to me), but I don’t know about the rest. I would guess Malon for one, and maybe another Zelda? Warriors or Wild or Four’s Zelda maybe? Maybe Twilight got a letter from someone in Ordon, or the Resistance!

Only thing I do know is that there’s probably not one for Sky, since he wasn’t immediately like “letter for me! :D”

Four trying to do something nice and fix Wild’s sword and this guy just laughs at him, rude 😤 At least he didn’t make a short joke, which was honestly what I was expecting. I mean I get knowing that your equipment won’t be enough for the job, but sheesh.

(Also the blacksmith’s goggles look a bit like Gondo’s in skyward sword’s, plus the ones the rescue knights wear, thought that was interesting).

(Cool pose mode: engaged)

I love this panel!! They all decided to follow Four and help him out just like they did last time, fix the sword and get Wild a good, reliable weapon.

I’ve also never noticed how similar these guy’s hair looks before, especially Warriors and Hyrule’s— if Rulie’s hair was a little shorter and blonde, it would be pretty near identical. Very interesting...

(Plus Wind has the funniest expression, he's so cute)

We interrupt this rambly analysis to bring you a brief moment of me yelling about Warriors' smile ABHDGFSFKHSBBG LOOK AT HIM that stupid cocky grin and the way he's rolling up his sleeve I'm *swoon*

Four absolutely losing it over Warriors’ jab about teamwork is SO funny, Captain you have no idea how good your joke was. (also Four, bud, you good? Little hysterical there pal)

Also he looks so happy!!! Compare that to any of the faces he was making the night before, he's doing so much better. I’m so glad he’s happy and smiling now, even if it was just at a dumb joke :)

I don’t even have anything to say about this panel. Just look at it. Glorious.

And one last thing...

MULTILINGUAL WARRIORS HOLY CROW that's such a cool trait to give him, I am in love with it now that's awesome.

An amazing update as always, it was fantastic all around <3

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #linked universe analysis #lu sky #lu mailman #lu four #lu warriors #update spoilers #long post #rambles from the floor #this isn't very deep it's mostly just me talking #but most of you all seem to like that so who am I to deny the masses my insanity

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makethatelevenrings · 10 months

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Rest // D. Grayson x gn!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: illness, mentions of child assassins, not Titans!verse I just think Brenton is pretty

Summary: You’re feeling sick but refuse to admit you are. Damian intervenes and makes sure Dick is aware of the problem.

This is apart of Assassin!verse that you can read here

You had been shot, stabbed, poisoned, thrown through windows, and broken numerous bones, but for some reason, this sore throat was going to be the end of you. When you woke up that morning, it started as a simple scratchy throat that had bloomed into some demonic rash of pain that coated your throat and made every swallow feel like knives scraping against your skin.

“You are unwell,” Damian observed. You ignored him in favor of jabbing the small needle through the taut fabric and tugging it down. Cass had recommended embroidery as a hobby you should try out and you found that it was soothing, fun, and an outlet for you. After spending years surrounded by silence and met with anger if you spoke out of turn, sometimes you needed to retreat from the constant noise of the Wayne Manor.

While you had your apartment in Bludhaven, some problems in Gotham required the both of you, and Haley of course, to stay at the Manor for a few days.

Where two of the family members attended school and the others interacted with the public every single day.

So, of course, you got sick.

You stabbed the point into the fabric once more and pulled it taut. You hoped that Tim would like the screaming possum design you were making for him. He loved sending you those memes and delighted in the fact that he gets to teach you about memes and pop culture.

“I’m fine.” You internally winced at how rough your voice sounded. Nothing screamed “picture of health” more than sounding like you were choking on gravel. Your head pounded, the ache radiating at your temples and along the sides, and your nose felt like cotton was shoved up there. All in all, you felt miserable. All you wanted to do was go back to the queen sized mattress shoved in Dick’s old bedroom and sleep for a thousand years.

But Dick, Bruce, and Tim were all making appearances at a gala to collect intel and you needed to stay awake so you could assist if something happened. What if the gala was under attack? Or what if they needed a quick getaway? Or what if-

The couch dipped as Damian crawled onto the cushion next to you. He settled in comfortably, Alfred the cat resting comfortably in his arms, and blinked up at you with those wide eyes of his. You set your embroidery down and gave him your full attention.

While Dick was your closest friend, companion, and lover, Damian understood you better than anyone aside from Cass. Damian knew what it was like to be trained from a young age. When Dick first brought you to Wayne Manor, bloodied and weak and still as fiercely on guard, Damian was the first person to gain your trust aside from Dick. And if this kid was your boyfriend’s brother, then dammit, he was your little brother too.

“When I first came to live with Father, he sat me down one day and told me that it is one thing to know when to be on guard and ready. But it’s another thing to live your life always on edge waiting for the next attack. Father helped me realize that I was living my life feeling like I was never safe made me sure that I would never be safe. He assured me that he and the family would never let anything happen to me.”

Your mind was cloudy with fatigue and fever, but you nodded slowly as you tried to grasp what he meant. “Okay…?”

Damian turned to face you fully, the little tuxedo cat in his lap snuggling in closer to his owner’s arms. “We would never let anything happen to you or to one another. You can rest.”

You swallowed painfully against your aching throat and offered him a tight smile. “Thank you, Dami. I’m fine.”

He huffed and climbed off the couch. “You’re not fine. I am telling Pennyworth.”

“Don’t!” The exclamation left you so quickly that he looked at you with more concern than before. “He’s busy right now. He doesn’t need to be bothered with a little sniffle. Please don’t tell him. I swear I’m fine.”

He stared at you, doubt written all over his face, and then sighed. “You are more stubborn than Richard. It’s a miracle the two of you get anything done.”

With that, Damian and Alfred the cat exited the room. Silence fell over the leather furniture and aging books once more. You inhaled deeply, fighting against the stabbing pain of your sinuses, and focused on your embroidery once more.

It wasn’t a half hour before the door to the library flew open. Dick strode in, impeccably dressed in a perfectly tailored tuxedo. Damian. That little rat.

“I’m fine!” you insisted. Damian peeked out from around the doorframe and you, the adult, stuck your tongue out at him. He merely smirked and disappeared, probably to go find his next victim.

“Richard, I am fine,” you snapped. He ignored your protests and laid the back of his hand against your cheek before doing the same to your forehead. You shuddered at the cool touch of his skin against yours and he immediately stepped back.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dick demanded.

“Because I knew you would blow it out of proportion and make a big deal out of nothing,” you retorted.

“You’re burning up. And Damian said your lungs rattled a bit when you took a breath.”

“Damian’s a trained liar.”

“Stop with the bullshit!” His outburst caused you to pause. It really wasn’t that big of a deal. You had been in much worse condition than a little cold.

“I don’t understand what I did wrong,” you said quietly. Therapy with Dinah was helping you express your emotions, as she said. It helped in times like this. Dick’s face crumpled and then he pulled on the mask of assuredness that you were used to seeing. He crouched down so you were face to face rather than him towering over you.

“You don’t have to act like everything is fine, Buttercup. You’re allowed to let your guard down. You’re allowed to get sick.”

“But I can’t,” you blurted out. “If I’m sick and you or one of the others needs me-”

“We have legions of people that can help us,” he interrupted. Dick reached up to gently cup your cheek in the palm of his hand. “You are allowed to rest.”

“My head hurts,” you admitted.

He smiled that crooked grin of his and you shut your eyes, inhaling deeply. He stroked gentle lines across your face and of course he was still there once you opened your eyes once more.

“I’m tired.”

He stood, his hand falling from your cheek and entangling itself with your free hand. You set the embroidery down on the coffee table and stood. Before you could take one step, Dick swept you into his arms and started down the hall towards the bedrooms.

“You realize that I’m going to coddle you until you’re back to normal?”

You tightened your grip on his neck and grinned. “Can we watch Riverdale?”

“I’m going to throw Timmy off of a fucking roof for introducing you to that show.”

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yuri-is-online · 7 months

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Hi, there! :D 🌼 Congratulations on your new followers, you deserve them!

I hope to be on time for the event can I request :

"Someone" decides to ask you for your opinion about "their friend" and you decide to have a bit of fun and tease them.

With Silver , Deuce and Ace?

Take your time and no pressure, thank you very much 💗💐🌠

2. "Someone" decides to ask you for your opinion about "their friend" and you decide to have a bit of fun and tease them.

Hello treasured friend! I was hopeful you would send a request, you picked a nice combination of prompts and characters last time and your comments have been very helpful. You also really helped me out by picking Ace and Deuce, I had a second person who really wanted all of the first years with this prompt and between you both I have them all. I hope I can continue to please with these next two requests ♡ ～('▽^人)

notes: they/them used for Yuu, Yuu is kind of... mean to Ace (I love him I promise), Silver and Deuce should be besties with how much wii shop music is bouncing around in those skulls. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist here.

Silver

"You are in love. And don't act so ashamed of it, young love is a precious thing, you should treasure your time with it for as long as you can."

It's not advice Silver would characterize as bitter, nor is it a point he wishes to ignore; he trusts his father to know him more than anyone so if he says what he feels for the prefect is love, then it must be true. Not that he exactly needed Lilia to voice it, Silver would like to think that he would have realized it if he had been given just a bit more time in your presence alone. But that was hard to come by when you are prone to sleeping randomly, or when your beloved's dreams are so difficult to find.

"Thank you for helping me earlier." The mask Malleus gave him hides his face well enough for him to pass of his nodding off near the star railing as simply tripping on his cape. At least, that's what Silver tells himself as you give a generic you're welcome and turn back to the party. He would like to think if you knew it was him here you would stay, but he doesn't actually know that does he? "Say-"

You turn back to Silver confused. Doesn't he need to get back to Malleus? That's what you had expected, the entire reason you had gotten to hurrying yourself away because you thought you knew if you turned around he simply would not be there anymore. But he is, his hand is extended as if it was reaching for you before falling dejectedly back to his side like you were the one out of reach.

"Have you seen Silver anywhere? Lilia is looking for him." He says it so seriously, and even though he technically says everything like that it still sounds funny to you. Really, who put him up to this? Because you somehow doubt pretending to not be himself was not what he woke up expecting to do.

"I think I saw him earlier," your hand comes up to your mouth to remind you not to laugh, Silver's relaxing now he really must think he's doing a good job lying "these masks just make it so hard to tell who is who."

"They really do." Says the one who really does not. "Do you... often look for Silver at places like this?"

"Oh only sometimes." You walk just a bit closer, it's so hard to gauge Silver's reaction to anything, he is already such a stoic person, and his training encourages an even temperament. "Really, it feels like he's the one looking for me most of the time. Why I bet if I closed my eyes right now," you make sure to do just that as soon as you are stood in front of him once more "he would appear right in front of me, just like he does in my dreams as soon as I counted to ten." Silver's in take of breath is sharp, delighting the trickster within you as you count dutifully down preparing to tease him for his attempt at fooling the master.

But Silver is honest and blunt, your eyes fluttering open in surprise at the kiss placed quickly to your lips and the maskless face before you beaming in joy as if you really had summoned him forth and not been talking to him this whole time.

"May I have this dance, Yuu?" And something about the way he says your name makes you almost believe you were still at home dreaming, no matter how real the safety of his embrace makes you feel.

Deuce

Riddle had told you once, in confidence with a great deal of pride, that when Deuce had been placed in Heartslabyul he had announced his intentions to be as "diligent as the card soldiers." Something you both agreed he certainly lived up to, even if that diligence did not always produce the results he wanted. Take tonight for example, he had asked you to dance earlier in the night, clearly intending to mask his identity to try and follow along with what he perceived the rules of a Masquerade Ball to be.

As in he intends (you assume) to pretend to be a stranger to you until midnight when the masks get removed even as he brings you all your favorites from the buffet table and just generally is content to stay around you. Some might call it hovering, but Deuce has never really been uncomfortable with you; from the first moment you and Grim had asked for his help with Ace he has been a solid presence in your life. Which is why when he starts to get shifty and nervous you immediately notice.

"Something on your mind?" You try gently, knowing that he will only feel better once he's unburdened himself, frowning slightly when he startles further.

"Sorry, I was just thinking." He sounds almost sad, but not in a way that's causing him any pain. Nostalgic, longing, it's as if there is a picture in his head overlapping the actual scene in front of him. It worries you. "I have this... friend. And I was wondering if- well you seem really smart." Your smile returns, small and tentative, waiting for him to finish thinking before you commit to your happiness. Cute, so cute Deucey seems to be worried you don't know you're dancing with him. "Do you know Deuce Spade?"

"I think so." You hum and Deuce swallows, his hand holds yours just a bit more tightly than is necessary for a ballroom dance. "Why do you ask?"

"I was wondering I- he- has this other friend." If Ace could hear the way Deuce was stammering right now he would whine for you to end his suffering, but you want Deuce to have his moment. So you simply nod to encourage him to continue, watching in delight the shuddering breath he takes to steady his confidence. "Is he someone you would want to get to know better? He has this... friend he wants to ask out, but he's worried that he won't know how to treat them right."

"Are they good friends?" You say, really trying to play along. Deuce nods, his mask prevents you from really knowing but you think he is not looking you in the eyes. "Besties?"

"Uh the bestest besties." He nods, all too seriously.

"Bros even." You nod too and Deuce sputters, half tripping over your feet as you decide to heed Ace's phantom advice and put an end to the charade. "Oh come on Deucey, you said that's what we were before. So what's changed?" It comes out as a joke, but it's really not. You gave up on getting a confession from Deuce so long ago you can barely believe the sheepish smile on his face is real and not some fever dream.

"I got tired of lying to myself." He steps back away from you and steadies himself, taking a deep breath before bowing, the perfect picture of loyalty and diligence. "So Yuu, will you please take my hand? And never let go."

Ace

"Say have you seen Ace?" A "mysterious" figure leans against the door frame of the ballroom, the moon highlighting his red eyes that are centered purposefully on you. It's breathtaking, your heart is already halfway up your throat keeping you from speaking aloud. You shake your head quickly, intending to taunt him in to taking off his mask but startle as his grin only widens. "Guess that means I'll have to satisfy myself with you then." And just like that you remember yourself again, is he seriously pretending not to be himself? Does he think you do not know him well enough to spot him in this sea of literally faceless people?

"Well nice to see you too I guess." You cross your arms and he has the audacity to laugh at you like you're "pouting" or something. Like he thinks your cute. "I'm not here looking to satisfy anybody."

"Aw don't be like that." Ace moves, inviting himself into your personal space as you regrettably let him. "You know how Ace is," you do, it's almost like he is in the room with you as you speak "or maybe you don't and just didn't want to admit you can't remember what he looks like." This looser, well play stupid games win stupid prizes! Since you know him so well, you know Ace will understand.

"Oh please," you straighten up and give your best neutral face of disappointment "as if I could ever forget his ugly fucking face."

"Wait-" Ace clearly was not expecting this, his shock is delicious and you are exceptionally thirsty.

"Seriously who does he think he is? Walking around like he isn't annoying everyone with his stupid half smile smirk thing, smouldering went out of style years ago dude! It's creepy now." You mean none of these things- well most none of these things. It would be extremely helpful to your sanity if Ace could explain just who he thinks he is to you specifically, because you know what you want that answer to be. "And I mean have you seen how weird he is about that prefect? Who cares if they don't have magic, if anything that makes them more ann-" surprisingly, as if he wants to prove your hypothetical whining right Ace slaps a hand across your mouth with protests bubbling out of his mouth.

"Look look ok you got me I deserve that." He says with a nervous laugh. "Shit talk me as much as you like, but don't you ever talk about yourself like that. Not around me, not around anyone." He leans forward, some of his boyish confidence returning now that he really knows for sure that you knew it was him all along. Gently, he moves his body closer to yours as he removes his hand from your mouth, moving his fingers to support your chin, not taking any chances on your looking away. He opens his mouth as if he means to continue talking, but his eyes settle on your lips for just a moment too long and the thought leaves. You stand there in ambiguous silence, masks suddenly making their presence heavy against your skin. It's a visceral reminder of how artificial the barrier between you both is, how little effort it takes to break it as you reach for his and pull at the thread as Ace closes the gap to finally answer your stupid question from before.

Sure, there's a chance you will both deny this tomorrow, take those two steps back into the grey that infuriates you both, but so long as you're in this dance together, can you really complain? Not out loud at least, no not out loud.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #silver x reader #deuce spade x reader #ace trappola x reader #500 followers celebration

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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Helloo, can I request Miguel with an artist reader who draws him a lot? 👉👈 Like the reader has a secret crush on Miguel and he inspires them a lot, without even knowing it. And maybe there's a Gwen-and-Miles-like-situation where Miguel by accident discovers the drawings of him in their sketchbook?

AAAAAAAA ANON THIS IS SO CUTE !! tbh i wanted to finish the miggy fic i had for ate @binibinileonara bc i wanted to connect these two together, BUT I COULDN'T RESIST, I'LL MAKE IT SEPARATE BC WHY NOT !! thank you for the lovely idea btw (i also had an idea like this actually in my notes) THANKS FOR GIVING ME THE OOMPH TO DO IT !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

you always had this desire to capture all that interested you in its full beauty, in its unbridled greatness. that was, to you, the essence of all your art pieces; they always reflected how you saw the world, how you saw nature, how you saw people.

you never believed people had one or two faces to them, you believed people were multi-faceted, that every person was a kaleidoscope of beauty, skills, quirks, flaws, fears, hopes, and dreams. you loved capturing every bit of people who intrigued you the best you could, and you hoped that if you stood back and admired the big picture that was them, going over the details and fibers that made each person their own–from the good, bad, pretty and ugly details–you would finally see the whole, uncut image of the person you were illustrating; who you were painting in the colors you saw them in, the colors that stuck with you and filled the empty canvas of your mind with all sorts of shapes and splotches of hues and shades that formed the image of them when their name would come to mind.

and for some reason... that person to you right now was miguel o'hara. you had a lot of things to say about him, even words that many would argue don't exist. you felt a myriad of feelings when you were around miguel, and you knew there was more than just the dictating leader miguel that everyone was familiar with. like all people, miguel, too, was an explosion of different kinds of colors to you–colors that only you could see, because when he was around you... he was more than just the cool, calm, and collected boss everyone saw him as.

he was much more caring, much more funny around you. his smile when you told him a funny story illuminated a bright yellow and a warm orange to you–his eyes would twinkle and you'd see the hazelnut brown in his eyes, and a shade of what appeared to be coffee brown at the bottom of his irises. he exuded a commanding aura, a dark, cool blue–but when paired with you, and only you, he exuded a bright red; a color of fiery passion, intimacy, and most of all... attraction.

he was the subject of your affections, you, the soulful and emotional artist that admired him and all that he was from afar and up close. you admired the way he held your hand when you were scared on a few missions, you admired how gently he held you when you two were caught between a rock and a hard place; and how soft and loving his eyes were when they gazed at you. you knew he might have felt a platonic kind of love for you, what with being so comfortable around you and all, but you felt a different kind of love for him–and you hated denying your creative side the indulgence of capturing him in all his beauty.

hence, you began slowly filling the empty spaces of your sketchbooks and notebooks, or whatever other papers lay around when inspiration struck you, with images of him and only him. you caught his face in moments where he was nonchalant, disappointed, angry, grumpy, and... smiling.

when you witnessed his smile for the first time when you met him, that image was burned into your retinas, into your mind, into your heart. you saw that smile from the minute you went to bed to the minute you woke up, the only thing that saddened you was that you could never hold that man who smiled at you and made your heart beat a little faster–you could only watch him and be with him at a distance. but art was the bridge between you two that'd close that distance you wanted to cover so, so badly.

you did, at times, believe what you were doing was... a little creepy. you refused to let anyone see your sketchbooks even before you drew him, and that was out of embarrassment at your drawings. but now, it was a new kind of embarrassment, a feeling adjacent to guilt and disgust at how nobody but he could fill your mind and have you wanting to keep him in your mind by feeding yourself, indulging yourself in putting him on paper and coloring him in; to be with him at a closer perspective than how you two were in the real world.

you had to admit it–seeing him constantly in your mind, wanting to let thoughts of him out on paper as you wanted to be through with imagining him, but knew you couldn't the more and more you portrayed him–it meant you... wanted him. you really, really loved him.

you knew nobody should know, nobody had to know about this little crush you had on miguel. you'd rather die than have someone peek at your sketchbook that was filled with all kinds of drawings of him. but unfortunately, the man himself bore witness to your caricatures and illustrations of him when you left your sketchbook at his office.

you ran as quickly as you could, praying he hadn't opened it out of curiosity. he was always asking you what you were up to, and you'd immediately shut your sketchbook and laugh awkwardly, claim you were merely doodling. you always left out the part that you were constantly drawing him, and only ever him; and now, he'd find out.

as you entered his office, scouring with your eyes for your sketchbook, a figure emerged from the darkness behind you and gave a slight cough. "this is yours, isn't it?" that low, fluid voice was none other than miguel's. you turned around in fear of what he was going to look like–would any of the faces you drew seeing him as be one of the faces you'd see?

to your surprise... no. he had a different, completely new face that you had never drawn him in; a flustered state. he was blushing, his angled cheeks and high nose bridge were covered in a pink-red hue–and he was grinning. he handed you the sketchbook with a now sheepish smile. "i'm sorry, i wasn't sure if it was yours. i had to... look through for a name. and, um... it was very–" he wanted to continue, but then, he saw you were on the verge of tears.

"i'm... sorry..." you muttered, feeling incredibly ashamed of yours and busted for having indulged in drawing him without him knowing. guilt stirred in your stomach and elicited tears to well up in your eyes. miguel smiled, and as his eyebrows curved upwards together to form a look of reassurance, he placed both hands on your shoulders.

"listen, you have a wonderful talent. i'm sorry if you don't hear that enough, but that changes today. i'm so... wow, i'm so flattered you thought i was good enough to be drawn that way. it feels... amazing, to know an artist sees me fit to be their, what would you call it?" he asked as he wiped a tear rolling down your cheek away from you.

"a... muse." you whispered, wiping the rest of your tears away. miguel chuckled. "right, a muse." he said as he inched closer to you, with the sweetest smile on his face. "i might sound really crazy right now, but... i want to be your muse. i really, really want to be your muse." he said, with emphasis on 'your'.

your face lightened up as the tears that welled up gave your eyes a glassy look, and you saw the blush on his deepen as you became more and more flustered. you smiled and wrapped your arms around his chest, pulling him in for an embrace you needed to release. "and i want to be your artist. only yours." you whispered, to which miguel reciprocated your hug. and it was here that you witnessed him in a new color, a pinkish, reddish hue that made you feel all kinds of happiness and excitement.

a love meant to be captured and painted in with bursts of emotion and care for one another.

a/n: I'M SO SORRY IF IT DIDN'T COME OUT THAT WELL NGL I MADE THIS A LITTLE RUSHED 😭😭😭 BUT I LOVE MIGGY HERE PLSSS AND I HOPE Y'ALL LOVE HIM HERE, TOO <333

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spidersona

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oxymorayuri · 26 days

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Hiii i read the acex reader i dont remember the title but its the one where she was the revolver?

I wanted to request more parts for it please BCS THE WAY U WRITE IT ITS SO CAPTIVATING I CANT

So yes thats all i wanted PLEASE DO CONSIDER 🙏

It will get me through my exams 😔🔫

❞𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬❝

Part two

If you haven't read the first part yet, you can find it here or the overview. ♡♡♡

✦ Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Reader ✦ Warnings: cussing/language, suggestive content ✦ Spoiler: none

A/N: Aw that is so cute! You know what? Why not? I really fell in love with the revolver too. I had to think of something to continue it but see for yourself, I hope you like it sweetie. PS: I hope everything goes well with your studies <3

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𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: wudus6

Everything before your eyes appears as if you're looking through a curtain. Time passes more slowly, every touch seems both intense and unreal, but you feel the desire.

There is nothing but desire... the thirst for more.

Light as a feather, you feel as if you are not even in control of your body. But that's not a problem. You enjoy every second, no matter how blurred everything seems to you.

Perhaps because you know that it is nothing more than just a desire. Your movements are rhythmic and you try to intensify the feeling with every thrust, but there are limits to how much you can feel.

Your options are small but you are grateful for what is in front of you.

You can dimly see the lust shining in Ace's eyes, while barely feeling his hands on your hips as they guide you into bliss. Your mind is constantly shifting between lucid yet dazed and one moment you are riding him while the next his lips are caressing yours.

Full of pleasure you close your eyes, your voice says 'more' but you don't feel your lips moving and although your eyes are closed, it gets brighter and brighter behind your eyelids…

You groan in annoyance as you pull the covers over your head. Damn that sucks. This isn't the first dream you've had about Ace, but it's never been as intense as this one.

You cannot escape the images of the things that happened between you and you keep dreaming about that night on the beach. A whole week has passed since then and you and Ace are far from what you could have become and whose fault is it?

Yep, yours.

The angry wiggle in bed gets you nowhere, but you are so annoyed by the situation that you have to let it out.

After your fit of rage, you look up at the ceiling of your room in defeat. Slight dark circles adorn your face because it takes half an eternity for your brain to finally shut up. You don't even want to think about Ace and when you are surrounded by complete silence, his face automatically appears before your eyes. You've spent a few nights tossing and turning in your bed because every time you close your eyes you see him. No matter how tired you were, you couldn't get a wink of sleep.

You tousle your hair. Your ego is so big that you would rather die than approach Ace.

You wonder why you reacted the way you did. After your night, you woke up alone in your room and even though you didn't expect him to be lying next to you, you wished for it.

Loneliness engulfed you and as lonely as you felt, the more you didn't want him to get near you. You felt so available and that's a pretty strange feeling for you… Would it have been different if you had woken up next to him?

You'll never know.

As usual you gave him the cold shoulder but this time you had an additional reason... but somehow you feel a bit childish about it now.

Your thoughts are spinning around. What is your reason anyway? The answer seems to secretly pile up inside you and that makes you nervous.

Should you really have reacted like this? You haven't said a single word to each other. Okay, you haven't said a single word to him… At least he tried, you have to give him that, but after 3 days he had given up. He just leaves you alone and doesn't even get on your "nerves" like before. Nothing nada

Somewhat sadly, you pull your knees towards you and put your head down. You can only blame yourself.

You idiot!

If it wasn't for Jozu, you would probably never have come out of your cabin. He actually managed to get you out of the room.

Well, he more or less dragged you out. He just barged into your room, came up to you without saying a word and grabbed you by the neck. You noticed him, but you didn't have the strength in your bones to really react.

Somewhat belatedly you grab him by his bulky arm but every attempt is in vain and when you realized, that he wanted to leave your room with you, all alarm bells rang in your head.

Like a wild animal, you tried to escape from his grip but no matter how much you scratched him or how hard you hissed, he wouldn't budge. You feisty thing. Without paying the slightest attention to you, he brought you onto the deck and although you were brought here rather roughly, he set you down on the ground with care.

"Touch me like that again and…!!!!!" You are caught off guard when your mouth is suddenly covered with tape; you hadn't expected that. You can only grumble in anger and your eyebrows furrow up furiously as you look up at your commander.

"Hah your stare can't do anything to me you stupid ass!" He makes fun of you while he ties your arms and legs and you have no chance to resist.

The big man took a step back as he watched you wobble pathetically back and forth. You try to free yourself because you are beginning to feel that you are in a critical situation.

Your strength returns and the ropes loosen. Jozu doesn't hesitate any longer and immediately ties you up completely from head to toe, which looks ridiculous. Like a mummy, with only your head free, he leaned you against the ship's mast.

From behind you, you hear Ace apparently going through something similar as you and suddenly he is thrown to the ground in front of you by Marco. He wasn't set down as gently as you were, and with a pained look he rubs his cheek, which has just kissed the ground.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Confused, he looks at the men in front of him who just look down at him with stern expressions and folded arms. Jozu's eyes wandered over to you and Ace's eyes followed his. With shock written all over his face, he looked at you with widened eyes.

Without commenting, he looked back at the two commanders and then Marco broke the silence.

"What have you done Ace." Marco's voice seemed a little threatening. Astonishment spread across Ace's face.

"ME?" Startled, he pointed his own finger at his chest. "I have done NOTHING!" He defends himself with a slightly raised voice.

You want to laugh out loud but the tape stops you.

"I don't know what happened between you, but one thing is clear and that is that the two of you have something to sort out!" Jozu lays out the facts.

"You're so wrapped up in your thoughts that you're constantly setting yourself on fire and even if it doesn't hurt you, it's affecting the people around you." His gaze went to you as he noticed your muffled laughter. "And you? We don't even need to talk about you, y/n. But let me refresh your memory. First you shouted at Ace, then you didn't say a word to ANYONE and then you didn't come out of your room for two whole DAYS!!!" The commander breathes in and out, somewhat exhausted.

You weren't even aware that you were behaving outrageously, but now that Jozu has reminded you, you can't deny it. Ace is bothering you and you are bothering him.

Marco touches his forehead, somewhat distraught.

"Listen, if Newgate gets wind of this, he'll talk to you… is that what you want?!" You both shake your heads in panic at the same time.

"I thought so." - "Ace, you were last with y/n that night and she's been so nasty ever since. Did something happen between you?" Jozu interjects.

He exhales a little helplessly and drops his shoulders.

"hahhh, I don't know… I thought we had a good time but the next day everything was different than I thought and that's why I wanted to talk to her to find out what I did wrong!" He turns to you and for the first time you see a look on his face that you never expected to see. He looks angry with a hint of confusion.

"But SHE doesn't want to talk!" he points his finger at you like a child. Offended, you grimace. Luckily, the tape is stuck to your lips because no matter what you would have said, it wouldn't have made any sense anyway. You're so irrational that you don't even recognize yourself.

The two standing men looked at each other and nodded. You and Ace don't quite understand what's happening now, but you'll find out soon enough.

Marco grabbed Ace by the shoulder and led him ahead of him. Ace doesn't really resist and starts to move. When Jozu approached you, you didn't want to leave the stage without a fight. You tried to move like a worm to escape from your commander and even though he admires your efforts, there's no point in trying to escape, because you're just as fast as a worm - not at all. Jozu has an easy time with you and throws you over his shoulder.

The two of them threw you into a prison cell made of sea stone and before they locked the cell, Jozu freed you from your full body bondage. You are glad that your mouth is free again because now you can finally let out all the bad words you have left for Jozu.

"You son of a bitch! Just wait until I'm out of here, then you'll be given a bloody surprise… I'm telling you!"

But you idiot threw yourself against the bars to grab the big man, forgetting that the bars are made of sea stone and that you now have the power of a devil fruit that you still have to get used to.

The energy sapping feeling in your body is sudden, overwhelming and slowly you go down to the ground.

While the men walk away from the cell, Marco shouts something back to you.

"You stay in there until you've sorted this out!" Grinding your teeth, you roll onto your back with the last ounce of your strength and close your eyes.

If I can't see him, then he's not there...

Yeah, exactly, that will work… You don't really believe that, do you?

"Hey… I'll leave you alone if you want, but the others are right. We take it out on the others and that's not okay. We're a crew…" The word crew makes you open your eyes without wanting to.

You sigh in annoyance and roll onto your side so that Ace can stare at your back.

"Yea, maybe. Leave me alone." Your stubbornness is driving Ace crazy, but he doesn't really want you to be like this with each other. Above all, he wants to know why you're like this to him. What did he do wrong?

He's been racking his brains for days about what he could have done or said that upset you so much. He wants to make things better if you would let him.

"If you're not going to talk to me, at least take the bed. Sleeping on the floor won't do you any good." You have no idea what kind of cheap trick that is. Is he trying to get you to sleep in a bed with him? You look back towards the bed but Ace isn't there. He's sitting next to the bed with his back against the wall.

Unexpectedly, disappointment spreads through you. Wait a minute? Is that what you secretly wanted?

A little confused, you stand up and stop in front of Ace, who looks up at you. His unkempt hair falls back slightly as he looks up at you. How you would like to swallow your pride and fall into his arms, but you have no idea where to start. You don't know what to say because you don't even quite understand what is wrong with you. So you say nothing and stare at him with tired eyes as he sits in front of you with one leg bent and his arm resting on his knee.

Ace doesn't quite know how to react, but he's not one to do nothing.

He stands up just a few centimeters away from you and now you are the one looking up at him.

His gaze scans your face for answers that you can't even give yourself.

"What have I done?" he whispers to you. His pained voice tears apart your heart. You didn't know Ace could sound so vulnerable.

"I…, I don't know." you mumble your words, but your gaze remains fixed on Ace.

You have no further answer for Ace and walk towards the bed and lie down with your back to him again.

"Sleeping on the floor won't do you any good…" You repeat Ace's words back to him, feeling less pathetic since he said it first.

You listen closely as you can make out the sound of his feet approaching the bed. His shadow falls on the wall, which you stare at, waiting to see what comes next.

You feel the mattress go down a little and you automatically hold your breath until you can hear your heartbeat.

Ace looks down at your slender figure. His eyes wander over your delicate curves. He would love to stroke your hips until you fall asleep, but he's not sure how far he can go without making a mistake... but he has a feeling that doing nothing would be a mistake too.

He decides to lie down with his chest against your back. Lying on his back doesn't really work, there wouldn't be enough room and back to back would be awkward. He really makes an effort not to touch you unnecessarily. He's already glad that you offered him the bed.

You try to calm down, but Ace's breathing gives you goose bumps on the back of your neck. You pinch your eyes shut and try to concentrate on Ace's warmth, hoping you'll be able to fall asleep soon.

Luckily for you, you quickly find your way to the land of dreams because with Ace behind you, one could say; he's no longer buzzing around in your head...

Stay tuned for the next Part babes <3

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#one piece #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace #one shot ace #ace one piece #portgas ace x you #portgas d ace smut #portgas d ace one piece #ace x you

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the-boy-meets-evil · 7 months

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Hi. In honor of Jewel, I’d like to request something with Seokjin and his d*ck resting on the counter lmao

pairing: best friend!seokjin x gn!reader genre: friends/idiots to lovers, humor, fluff word count: 1245 & 2 texts rating: mature (because they're talking about the dick perch, there's no smut) warnings: they talk about the dick perch, they're both kind of menaces, jimin makes a brief background appearance a/n: this is the first request i got for @ugh-yoongi's birthday drabble event and i completely lost it. i also hope it's not just me that thinks this is funny. but it's okay if it is 😂 also i promise there is literally no angst, the title is just something they tease each other about fun piece of jewel lore: we (i) tried to get this picture screen printed on a cake for a surprise bachelorette party for jewel. not only did the bakery not understand the assignment, but the cake wasn't even good. so, a definite fail, but the thought was there.

There’s a lot that you’ve just gotten used to during your friendship with Seokjin. That he’s always going to ask you to taste some new recipe he’s trying when you come over for dinner. That he’s always going to have the absolute best wine and turn his nose up when you show up with something cheap. That he uses the perfect meal to say the things he can’t. That he’s actually the best cook you’ve met without ever taking any classes. That you can’t interrupt him when he’s in the middle of playing a video game without getting a lecture or it actually being an emergency. That he doesn’t feel at home in large groups and, despite all his charm, he would rather be off to the side. Or, better yet, home in his pajamas. That, in some ways, he never fully grew up. That he’s always going to be there for you in his own way, even if he doesn’t have the words. That his laugh is always going to be one of your favorite sounds, even if it’s also completely obnoxious.

But, worst of all, you have to accept the fact that he is always going to be painfully hot no matter what. It didn’t really bother you the first time you met him. He was charming and dorky and had the worst sense of humor (that had you barely able to breathe from laughing). No, it wasn’t until a group of you had gone out drinking and you crashed at Seokjin’s apartment that you truly realized the unfairness of it all. You woke up feeling like death warmed over, make-up smudged with bags under your eyes and hair going in unnatural directions. Seokjin, by contrast, came walking into the kitchen bare-faced and still looking like he was photoshoot ready. Talk about irritating.

That’s not actually the worst of it, you realize, when you get a text from your best friend. He’s dying his hair, a feat you told him would be better left until you could get there to help him. But he’s also stubborn, sometimes, so he carries on anyway. The proof is in a picture that he sends to you showing him in the bathroom with gloves on and purple on his previously bleached blond hair. You’re considering if his hands have always been that big or if the gloves make them look bigger when you notice something else. Something else that looks...big. Something else you definitely should not be looking at.

He’s fucking with you. He absolutely has to be fucking with you. Because there is no way that he has his dick fully resting on the counter without noticing it. And there’s no way that it’s just a fold in his pants. There’s also no way you’re going to admit to your best friend that one of the first things you noticed was the outline of his dick resting on the counter. You’re pretty sure you don’t even want to think that word again. So, fine. If he wants to post that photo exactly as it is, who are you to stop him?

Ten minutes later you get the notification that he’s posted the picture to Instagram, which is much less time than it usually takes him to pick the right filter and the right caption. You only know because he turned your notifications on for him one day and acted affronted that you might turn them off. Even still, as your little way to regain some semblance of control in the friendship, you wait until you like it. It’s the small things.

However, when you do go to like it, you see a much higher number of likes than normal, along with several people commenting heart eyes or fire emojis under it. One comment sticks out, though, from yours and Seokjin’s friend, Jimin. All it says is: hyung, i’m not sure you thought this out before posting. You snort to yourself immediately because leave it to Jimin to just come out and say it. You can imagine the text conversation as you sit there. Can almost hear Jimin’s real laugh and Seokjin’s reaction. When your own phone rings, it startles you out of the thought.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?” Seokjin nearly screeches before you finish saying hello.

“Hi to you too,” you respond.

“No, sorry, was that what you meant when you said I should crop it?” Seokjin carries on.

“I’m missing several pieces to whatever you’re trying to ask,” you answer even though you do know what he means. You’ve known Seokjin long enough to know that he texted Jimin and to guess at how that chat went.

“Please don’t act dumb, you already liked my photo,” he starts.

“Because you forbid me from turning off your notifications and missing out on, to quote you, your incredible hotness that’s a gift to us all,” you interject.

“And I know you must have seen the comments, so you saw Jimin,” Seokjin carries on like you hadn’t interrupted.

“Jimin says a lot of things,” you counter.

“Well I called him and he informed me that you can clearly see my dick outlined through my pants on the counter. And then when I said you suggested cropping the picture, he laughed for a full minute before telling me to call you and hanging up,” Seokjin explains.

You curse internally. Just like there’s a lot to get used to with your friendship with Seokjin, there’s even more to accept with your friendship with Jimin. He’s actually really grounded and reliable. The kind of person you can tell anything to. The only problem? He never forgets and makes damn sure you never do either. Case in point: your crush on your best friend.

“Well?” Seokjin prompts when you’re quiet for too long.

“Well what?” you ask.

“Were you looking at my dick in the picture? Is that why you suggested I crop it?” Seokjin continues on, unashamed.

“Ew, don’t say it like that,” you deflect.

“Say what like what?” he asks.

“You know, your…just don’t say it like that,” you stumble.

“You can’t even say it,” Seokjin barks out, obnoxious laugh making you pull the phone away from your ear.

“That wasn’t what I was looking at anyway,” you lie.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Seokjin says, but it’s soft in a way you’re not used to. “But hey, I actually wanted to try this new recipe if you wanted to come over for dinner.”

“Seokjin, are you asking me out?” There’s something about the softness in his voice that makes you bold. Makes you think maybe you’re not in this alone.

“What? No, of course not!” he nearly shouts, voice pitching up at the end.

“You can’t even say it,” you tease back.

Seokjin grumbles on the other end of the call. “Fine, you don’t have to.”

“I’d love to come have dinner with you, but only if you admit it’s a date,” you offer.

“It’s not a…actually, yes I’ll call it a date if…” Seokjin starts.

“Yes, Jin, I was looking at your dick,” you say quickly. “Okay, see you tonight for dinner!”

You hang up the phone before he can say anything else and have a moment of satisfaction imagining his face. It’s so easy to see the way he’d look at his phone, the way the blush on his ears would give him away. You think, for the first time in awhile, this might all be okay.

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Till THE DEAD do us part | Chapter 8

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

Chapter 7 Chapter 9

Chapter 8: Because it’s you

Summary: Rick finds Y/N and Daryl sleeping all cozy and cuddling. The Grimes’ Siblings have a heart to heart conversation and make sure to each other that they care and that they’re there. While the group go train with guns, Y/N and Daryl pass some time together that brings some answers but also more questions for then. Some secrets a revealed.

Warnings: swearing, little angsty, violence, mentions of violence, mentions of cheating, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of abortion, a hot kiss 🥵 . Minors do not interact. (If I forget anything else, let me know)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s Sister)

Word Count: 4,806

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love. I’m consulting a timeline of everything that happened, but it can happen that I put events out of order, but I don’t think it’ll make much difference in the story. ALSO, I’m praying my Daryl isn’t too out of character.

Rick didn’t see you be so comfortable around a man like you were with Daryl for many years, and the archer wasn’t the type he would judge to enjoy cuddles. Also, he couldn’t help but feel concerned about you, he already saw everything… he knew you were falling for Dixon and also knew that you didn’t do any of this love, relationship thing or even anything casual for years. He was afraid you’d get hurt or have mixed feelings. He feared to see you ‘destroyed’ like you were in the past and he couldn’t afford that, specially now that the world was upside down.

Daryl or you didn’t seem to wake up, so he cleared his throat again, this time louder and exaggerated. Daryl woke up startled and saw Rick at the end of the room looking at both of you. To say Daryl was embarrassed wasn’t the correct word to describe what he was feeling at the moment. “Wake her up.” Rick asked, ordered, him.

“Y/N” Daryl called for you squeezing your arm a little.

Nothing.

“Y/N/N” he called again, you hummed snuggling a little more into him. Blush ran to his cheeks, you weren’t making his job easy.

“Puppy” he called the nickname he gave you, but cringed a little about using it in front of Rick. Daryl was looking at you, so lucky him, he couldn’t see Rick’s bitchy facial expression of ‘seriously, you already have pet names?’.

You opened your eyes and were surprised to see his face looking at you, so all the coziness you were feeling was him. You couldn’t help but give a sleepy smile. “Morning D. Sorry for cuddling you, but I have to say, there’s a long time I don’t sleep this good.”

“Er… no problem…” he just wanted to disappear, Rick was watching all of this and he couldn’t just not answer you.

Rick cleared his throat again and you jumped startled at the noise and looked in direction of the noise. “Jesus! Rick! You scared the hell out of me! Why are you being all creepy and watching we sleep?” You said, your heart was beating fast because of the scare. Very reluctantly you left Daryl’s embrace and sat on the bed.

“I… I wasn’t watching you.” Rick was embarrassed and got moody with the situation. “I came to see how the two of you were. Apparently, you’re pretty good.”

“We were just sleeping Rick. And it’s probably my fault, you know that I move a lot in bed.” You said, and it wasn’t a lie. He knew, when you were younger and needed to share a bed, you ended kicking and stealing his covers and sheets. In fact he was surprised you didn’t steal Daryl’s sheets.

“I know. Really. Just embarrassed to find you two all cozy and cuddling.” He confessed.

“Man, I was respectful I swear.” Daryl sat holding the sheets to his chest. He felt like a teenager being caught with his girlfriend by her dad, the only thing is they were not teenagers, she wasn’t his girlfriend and they didn’t make anything.

“I know Daryl, it’s ok.” But wasn’t ok, he was worried as fuck and already had many problems to solve and still he had to deal with his younger sister and make sure she wasn’t going to bring trouble to herself. “Also, Carl is already on his feet and I think you two can go back to the camp and end the recovery, we shouldn’t abuse the hospitality we’re receiving.”

“Ok, so I guess I fucked up a little bit and Hershel isn’t happy.” You concluded.

“Yes.” Rick confirmed. “You two should rest to recover. Daryl I brought you a clean shirt.” He threw the shirt to Daryl, that catched it immediately. ‘Awww’, you thought, ‘Rick is so cosiderate about D.’

“Alright, thanks.” Daryl answered and then looked to you, he didn’t want you to see. You knew it.

“So, I guess it’s my time to leave.” You got up of the bed. “I wonder what we might have for breakfast today.”

After you had breakfast Rick and you went to your tent so you could talk. You were worried about this conversation, because you didn’t do anything wrong in your eyes. Rick was anxious and also worried about everything, he wanted to protect you and everyone, but how could he protect you when he barely made time for you.

“So…” you tried encouraging him to start the conversation.

“I never saw you so out of control as I saw yesterday. I’m not saying she didn’t deserved, but that’s not you.” He started, you had to take a deep breath to not over react.

“Maybe, I didn’t have the courage before but now I have. Maybe, this is who I should be in this world. I’m not talking about hurting or sacrificing innocent people, but… if I can’t defend or protect the ones I care about, what am I supposed to do, Rick? Let the people do whatever they want with me and with the ones I love?” You took a look at his deep blue eyes and they were sad, and you hated to see he directing this look at you, you’d rather have him angry at you than see sadness in his eyes.

“Andrea is part of our group, actions like that will just separate all of us and it’ll be difficult for both of you to live with each other.”

“Well, so is Daryl. And guess what? She could have killed him. She didn’t because she doesn’t even know how to hold a damn gun correctly, but she could have hit him. And then, what would we do? Accept her apologies and her destructive behavior, and keep going? It could have been anyone Rick, it could have been me, Lori or even Carl! What would you do?” You felt alone again, like even having your brother back let you in the loneliness. You didn’t know anymore if you were wrong or right, you just knew that no one could hurt who you cared and go with no punishment.

“I don’t know, it didn’t happen.” He said, he didn’t know what he would do. Otis for example he could have killed him or beat him, but he didn’t, and even by accident he hurt the most precious person in the world for him. “She just lost her sister Y/N/N, you can understand it better than anybody else.”

“Well, I didn’t became an uptight bitch that goes around making shit and putting people in danger.”

“You were not alone. She is…” You talked before he finished, because you couldn’t take it.

“You weren’t there Rick, you have no idea of how lonely I was.” Just remembering made tears come to your eyes, you looked down trying to hide it. You didn’t want him to know, but you had already said the words. You heard his breath, he was probably choosing the words to say.

“Shane and Lori…” you felt a knowing pain in your chest and slowly brought your eyes back to him. Did he knew? You waited him to complete. “You were lonely because they were… having something?”

“Did you know?” Your voice was shook and you knew your tears were about to fall.

“I’m not dumb Y/N. I could see the signals. I-I can’t blame them, I was dead to them…” He also had teary eyes, and you knew how it pained him.

You hugged him and let him cry, and you cried too. All the tears you still had to drop since the day you discovered you were alone and you hadn’t had your brother to hug and tell you it was going to get better. God! You didn’t want to see when he discovered Lori’s pregnancy, it is… if she was going to tell him. He hugged you back and could finally bring all his emotions about it out, he had all of this stuck in his chest since the quarry and he didn’t have the time to deal with all this.

“I’m sorry.” You said, he was probably alright with the fact that you didn’t told him, but you had to tell how sorry you were. “It was so lonely, I couldn’t understand, because I was still mourning you and… when I discovered I… I couldn’t cause a scene, I couldn’t confront them… not with Carl there and I had nobody, I only had…”

“Daryl.” He said, he pulled from your embrace and looked at your face sweeping the tears you still had on your face. “Was that the moment you got closer to him?”

You just nodded, that was the moment and now you knew that another speech was coming. If this kind of conversation was already embarrassing with the women in the group… you should brace yourself because it wasn’t going to be better with your brother.

“Yes, I mean… I already knew him, but we didn’t interacted much. Till the day I told you he found me in the woods…”

“He’s a good man.” He said and it surprised you, you were not expecting it. “He’s just… rough on the edges.”

“I thought you were goind to lecture me.” You said relieved.

“I’m not. You’re a grown woman. I’m just a few years older, I should stop treating you like a kid.” He said, and you smiled at him. You knew it was being difficult for him, it seemed like Shane and him would always see you like the annoying little sister that would try to go with them everywhere. “But it doesn’t mean, I don’t worry or care about you.”

You continued in silence, cause you knew more were to come, he had just started. And to be honest you didn’t know what to say in the moment.

“Don’t say you’re just friends.” You remained silent just waiting for what he had to say. “The way you look at each other? This is not what friends do. Also, I see how he’s protective of you, and after yesterday I have no doubt you’re of him too.”

“Well, I’d do the same for any other friend.” You tried to find an excuse.

“You look as you have the hots for each other.”

“He’s an attractive man, what should I do? Take my eyes out?” Rick wasn’t buying your bullshit, so he had to use his last card to make you talk seriously to him.

“I saw you two making out at the CDC.” He dropped the bomb. HE REMEMBERED. Your eyes got wide and he knew now he got you in this conversation. “You were sleeping like a couple today.”

“Rick…”

“It has been many years since I saw you get this close to a man, and don’t get me wrong what I want the most is for you to be happy, to live even in this shitty world… you passed all these years without being in any kind of romantic relationship, not even casual. And now it’s like you jumped from an airplane with no parachute and I’m just afraid you’ll hit the ground and it’ll torn you to pieces.”

“Rick, I… I don’t know how to explain, I just can’t stay away from him, and it feels so right to spend time with him, talk to him, NOT talk to him… it’s like a chain reaction and I can’t control. All this years, I never felt like this.” You confessed, but you didn’t wanted to tell the words that scared you so much. There wasn’t even 3 months you knew him, and it felt already like a lifetime of emotions. “And… he’s such a good person and he doesn’t see it. He doesn’t know how good he is.”

“You know what all of this is. When you were trying to justify your actions towards Andrea, you used the word love.” You were surprised, because you didn’t remember it, you just told Rick whatever came to your mind. “I just ask you to be careful, I’ll not try to prohibit you from experiencing life, just take care… and please, please close doors or whatever when you decide to make out with him again.” He gave you a half smile and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Rick, I don’t want to put names on what I feel, not yet. Thank you for talking and to go easy on me, I was expecting a whole lecture like Shane used to give me back at the quarry. But I forget that you’re best friends, not the same person.” You squeezed his hand, you were happy you could have a heart to heart conversation like in the old days. You missed it and you barely had time to have it with him after he came back. “You know, you can come to me whenever you need to talk. Don’t burden yourself, share it with me.”

“Thanks.” He said and prepared himself to leave. “I love you, you know right?”he turned to you before leaving.

“I love you too big bro.” You gave him a smile, you were so glad to have him back. He left and you stayed a little bit more in your tent, it was strange to be alone when you were always surrounded with people or with Luna, who at the moment was entertaining Carl.

While everyone, or almost everyone was going to learn how to use the guns, you couldn’t do anything but stay in the farm. You were clearly bored, with nothing to do. You decided to pay Daryl a visit. When you arrived to his tent he was laying there, also bored as fuck. “Come in” he said just as if he was really in a room or a house.

You entered his tent and sat on the floor, the injured leg straight, while the good one you brought to your chest and rested your chin on it. “Are you also bored?” He obviously were, you just wanted to make conversation.

“Bored’s not the correct word to describe it.” He talked while he spin an arrow on his hand. “Andrea came here earlier to apologize. Ya really were tough on her. Nasty job ya did.”

“Thanks?! I guess…” were he complimenting you or did he think you overreacted? “Did you accept her apologies?”

“Yeah, I mean… I ain’t dead. She was just trying to protect the group.” You scoffed in disbelief, even him?

“Good thing I don’t have a good heart like yours.” You stated, because you were still pretty much angry at the woman.

“Did Rick give you the lecture?” He was curious to know what happened in your conversation, but he was also apprehensive of what was the outcome of it.

“Yes, and No…”

“Or he did or he didn’t.” He said, there’s no way to happen both at the same time.

“Yes, he tried to lecture me about the fight yesterday, but he listened to my reasons.” You laid down on your side, head resting in your arm and observed him. “He couldn’t convince me I was wrong, but I also couldn’t convince him I was right.”

“I forgave her, but she deserved. Ya were slightly right.” Slightly? Why? Did he really think you shouldn’t have done that?

“Or I’m right or I ain’t, Dixon.” You mimicked what he said before.

“Are ya mad at me?” He turned to you.

“I’m not.” You answered avoiding his eyes.

“You’re pouting and called me Dixon.”

“Isn’t that your name?” You looked at him and he had a smirk on his face, you were cute. That was what he thought. When you were angry, but not when you were ‘I’m going to kill you’ angry, you were the cutest pretty thing he had ever seen. “What’s the smirk about?”

“Nothing…” he wouldn’t tell you how he thought you were cute, no, he couldn’t.

“Tell meeee! It’s something, I know.” You insisted, you poked him multiple times in hope to annoy him and get your answer.

“Stop!” You didn’t. “Stop!” He asked one more time, and you didn’t. So he took your pulse in his huge hand and yanked you, making you speechless, only a few inches apart from him and it was efficient to make you stop poking him.

“Daryl…” you said weakly, if you wasn’t this close to the archer he’d probably not listen.

“I was just thinking about how cute ya look.” He confessed, the words came from his mouth without thinking, and with the help of the little annoyance you were causing.

You scanned all of his face to see if he was joking, but you saw nothing. His face was serious and his eyes were soft. You were never this impulsive, but apparently the apocalypse was bringing it out of you. The first thought you had, was to just crash your lips on his and let it be, but you didn’t want to risk lose the close and comforting proximity you had right now. You looked from his lips to the wound he had on his forehead. You propped your elbow on the floor and curved to give him a delicate kiss where it was hurt, going back to the same position you were before.

“What ‘re ya doing?” He asked, not used to this kind of demonstration of affection, it was new to him. He couldn’t quite understand it, but at the same time he knew deep down that he kind of liked it.

“Kissing it better…” you answered, did he never had someone to kiss his boo boos when he was a kid? No, he didn’t and that was why he didn’t understand. He released the hand he was holding in his and put it on the side of your face caressing it, he looked at the scratch marks on your cheek and even with them he thought you were adorable.

He got a little bit closer to you and kissed your cheek, it was quick and tender, and made you all flushed. How could the all gruff Daryl be so soft. You moved your hand to his head and let your fingers run on his short hair, he closed his eyes in appreciation, his guard was down and he could just enjoy the sensation. Again you looked at his chapped lips and couldn’t help but come closer, your hot breath hitting his face making him open his eyes and look at you. Feeling his eyes on you, you looked back at his eyes waiting for some signal or even a voiced permission… he just looked down at your lips and you took that as your cue to close the gap between both of you.

Your lips delicately encountered taking your time and lazily kissing him, he reciprocated he was dreaming to repeat this moment again, to have the opportunity to kiss you one more time, and he qas so glad neither of you were drunk at the moment. At first it was just lips, just the delicious feeling of being so close to each other, feeling the mix of your bodies heat. Then Daryl licked your lips, he was the one to initiate it this time and you slightly opened your mouth giving him permission to deepen your kiss. It was slow and intimate but still sensual and intense. His hand descended to your waist holding a firm grip there, feeling a little of your skin as your shirt got a little up. You hummed in satisfaction with your intimacy and the heat of his big hand on your waist. You had a strong grip on his upper arm, holding yourself as if you could fall from somewhere. His other hand, close to the ground, stayed in your face caressing it with his thumb. While your other hand was resting on his chest. When the intensity of kiss was increasing he impulsively pulled your body against his, you gasped in surprise and with the sensation, while he winced in pain.

You felt it and broke the kiss, resting your forehead against his, heavy breathing on both ways. “Damn, forgot yesterday I got an arrow through me.”

“I’m sorry” you returned your hand to his hair.

“For what? For kissing me real good?” He raised his eyebrow and said with a teasing tone.

“For making you feel pain.”

“Nah, I was too enthusiastic.” He kept his arm around you, enjoying the feeling just like he enjoyed cuddling with you in bed. “Why d’ya keep kissing me?” No matter how much he liked when you did it, and how afraid he was to not have it anymore. He had to ask, because he didn’t want to be used just like Merle’s voice had said.

“Because it’s you.” You answered, you looked in his eyes and you saw confusion. He was trying to understand what you meant, because he never thought anyone would want him just because it was him. “I’m not doing this because I don’t have options, if that’s what you’re thinking. I… I had options in the old world, if I wanted to. But it have been years that I didn’t even do casual shit. So, what I want to say is that you aren’t just someone I want to have fun.” For a minute you thought you had said too much, that he’d distance from you, because who’s the freak that don’t have any kind of relationship for years? Well, you were.

“Who hurt you this bad, pup?” He looked at you with tenderness on his eyes, his hand lifted to put a lock of your hair behind your ear. A beautiful sweet young woman like you, all alone and in no relationship for all this years, something bad had happened, that was the only explanation. You were probably around his age, that was what he thought, maybe a couple of years younger, since you’re younger than Rick, but even like this, if you had more age, you’d still be all the things he thought about you. You looked like you’d age well.

“It doesn’t matter, the son of a bitch is probably already dead.” You hoped so. “Do you wanna me to stop being physical with you?” You had to ask, maybe he didn’t want you to continue, even though he seemed to enjoy it. Daryl and you had a lot of layers, but he had more and you’d hate if you crossed his boundaries.

“I don’t. I like yer company and… ya’know the thing that’s going on.” He also didn’t want to name things, just like you had said to Rick about yourself. He was also afraid, but at least for now he knew that hallucination Merle knew nothing about you or your group.

“Ok, so I’ll not stop.” You affirmed and put your arm around him, being careful to not touch where he was injured.

“Come here.” He used his right arm to bring you to him, making you rest your head between his shoulder and chest, you gladly accepted it, because you’ve never been as peaceful as you were in this morning by being on his arms. “So now, what we do?”

“We can take things slow, let’s cross each other’s boundaries when the time comes.” You said and looked at his face waiting for his answer.

“It sounds good to me.” He ran his fingers on your hair.

“Also, we should remember to close doors when we kiss or anything else. Rick told me he saw us back at the CDC.” Daryl almost choked on his saliva, just thinking about people catching them made him all embarrassed. This morning you were just hugging and he was an embarrassing mess because Rick caught you.

“Yep, we better close doors. Can’t stand being caught again.”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind if it meant you’d have blush on your cheeks. You’re cute when you are all shy.” You teased him, but you’d also feel better if your brother didn’t catch you making out with Daryl.

Soon, they came back from the shooting training and you only knew it because Luna invaded Daryl’s tent showering both of you with her love, which means licking you and swinging her tail happily. You took care for her not jump on Daryl because of his injuries, but she didn’t she was delicate when needed. It seemed as if she knew when she could and when she couldn’t do things.

“I think I’m going to take a walk and see how things went on training.” You said sitting up.

“Are ya gonna come back?” He asked fingers brushing your hand.

“Do you wanna me to come back?” You returned the question to him, just because you could, it didn’t mean you had to spend all time with him or that he wanted you around all the time.

“I want ya to come back.”

“So, I’m coming back.” You leaned in his direction and gave a peck on his lips before living, unfortunately not followed by Luna that decided to stay with the new love of her life.

When you found the others you learned Shane and Andrea had gone look for Sophia at an old abandoned compound. Glenn looked upset and Maggie seemed like she could kill someone. You looked for Rick and saw Lori and him far on the fields. ‘Why do I have the feeling that shit hit the fan?’, you thought. After some time they came back, but went separated ways afterwards. You saw the tension and approached Rick. “Hey! Rick! Is everything ok? You seem a little tense.”

He just hugged you, and for the second time that day he cried. “Lori’s pregnant…”

“Aren’t you happy? I mean, I understand the circumstances and all the questions about paternity, but this baby is going to be yours, right?” You caressed his back, maybe you shouldn’t have said the paternity thing.

“I’m happy, it’s… it’s mine, no matter what. It’s just… she tried to take the next day pills to abort, she didn’t even consult me.”

“She did what?” You got a little pissed, you know that a woman have the right to choose if they keep the pregnancy or not, but not telling Rick? He should at least know about her decision and also about the pregnancy before, they were married after all.

“She puked it, but… I wouldn’t even know if I didn’t found the pills in the tent or if she didn’t puke it.” You couldn’t understand well his feelings, but you tried to the maximum, because what Shane and her did, was already enough to shook him. “We’re gonna raise this baby and it’s gonna grow happy and well…”

“Yes, of course. We’re gonna love this baby so much, and protect it. It’ll have big crazy familly, but the baby will grow happy. There’s just one thing worrying me.” You said.

“What?” He looked at you concerned and worried that maybe you thought about something he didn’t.

“I’m not going to be the only aunt anymore, how can I be chosen the favorite with so many competition?”

He laughed, even with his teary eyes. He was expecting you to say something serious, and you came with the worry of not being the favorite aunt anymore. “Thank you.”

“I said you could always count on me, always.”

“We aren’t telling anyone yet, so I’d appreciate if you didn’t tell the others.” Well… it would be a little problem, because Glenn was the first to know about it, and you were almost certain that he probably already told Dale.

“Top secret, I’m not telling anyone.” ‘Maybe just Daryl’,you thought, ‘but he doesn’t talk much to anyone, so…’

Final Note: I know Daryl and Y/N gave a big big step with this one, cause they kinda admitted want to be physical with each other. But as we all know, Daryl has yet to mature a little and grow, well so does Reader.

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gayerthanevertbh · 1 year

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great war | i want you pt.3

natasha romanoff masterlist | series masterlist | navigation

pairings: dad’s best friend!natasha x fem!reader

summary: your father doesn’t know it yet, but you’re in love with his best friend. and what makes it better is that you’re sure enough that she feels the same way. the sad part is, neither of you can word out your love for each other properly.

warnings: slight angst, heavily detailed smut, g!p natasha romanoff, dirty talking, pet names, degradation involved, slight age play kink, jealousy, daddy kink, top!natasha & bottom!reader, and more - minors dni

notes: i want beefy tasha so bad

Birds chirping outside my window woke me up, prompting me to rub my eyes as I sat slowly on this very soft, delicate bed. I yawned loudly and looked around. This isn't my room. It took me a moment to realize I was in Natasha's room, and I was mortified. I knew what happened last night, but my vision was hazy, and I remembered her conversation with Bucky. Her voice was flecked with jealousy, but it was subtle. Next thing you know, I'm in her room. Resting.

"You're awake." I looked up to see Natasha handing me a glass of water and an aspirin to relieve the ache in my head; she didn't appear upset. It was more like she enjoyed being in the same room as me, with no one else to bother us.

“Was I that drunk?” I slurred, drinking from the glass she handed me as she sighed. "I'm assuming you've spoken with Bucky."

Natasha dropped her smile and sighed deeply through her nostrils, "Yeah, he was drunk too. I think he wanted to fight me."

“D-Does he know about… us?” My chest sighs with relief as she shakes her head. I wouldn’t imagine them fighting on the streets; Natasha’s temper can be intolerable. “Oh, okay. So it wasn’t that bad, right?”

“He seems cocky,” she murmured, playing with her fingertips instead of looking at me. “I just–I saw him touching you, and I didn’t like that.”

I sighed as I reached for her hand, and I'm glad she didn't flinch - I needed to let her know Bucky wasn't going to stand a chance. I was entirely hers. I wish she knew that more.

“He’s just a friend, Tasha.”

“He could be more than that–”

“Please?” I cut her off as I cupped her face and drew her closer. We exchanged glances, unsure who would make the first move. She looks at my eyes, then at my lips as she bites into her lower ones. There was no time to fool around. “Tash, look at me.”

She looked into my eyes once again. “I don’t want to sound jealous, but I am. Y/n, I really am. I need to know he’s just a friend, so please just… tell me he is.”

The world felt like it was beginning again. Every time she looked at me, I could swear I sank deeper until I reached the bottom of the ocean and begged to be saved. She was my breath, my knight in shining armor. I'd kill myself for her if I could. I know it's an exaggeration, but I would. She leaned slowly and kissed my mouth, and I could feel how plump and sweet her lips were. I was merely addicted.

I opened my eyes and watched as her face got wrinkled, licking her lips slowly. She was beautiful, like a mature older woman who looked young for their age. I whispered, “I hope you trust me.”

“I do, with all of me. Within me.”

Within me, I repeated her words in my head. Heaven.

“Is Dad here?” she shakes her head, revealing her smirk. “We should watch a movie together. What do you say?”

“Asking me on a date, little girl?” I giggled, nodding my head. Natasha kissed my lips again and brought me to her lap, squeezing my waist softly – afraid enough to hurt me. “Do you want to run away with me someday?”

This made me feel still. This question was similar to Bucky's request for him to marry her, but it was slightly better in her case. It's more accurate than marrying someone because I knew I wasn't ready for such a big commitment. After all, I'm just a kid who has a crush on my father's best friend.

It could be more significant than that.

“W-What?”

Her body deflated with my answer. I shouldn’t have said that; I should’ve said yes – because I would.

“Do you want to run away with me?”

I let out a light chuckle and wrapped my arms around her neck, pressing our foreheads together.

“How are we going to do that, Tash?” she massages my left arm, chasing for another kiss as she feels desperate for me. “Tash, wait–”

“Pennsylvania, have you been there?”

“I thought you wanted to go somewhere in another country, like Spain.”

Natasha sighed, nodding in agreement. “Yeah,” she said. “Maybe we could do something like that. But I want you to be close to Steve as well. I don’t want him thinking I took you away from him.”

“Is it even a good idea to tell him?” I pondered as I made circular motions with my fingers on the back of her scalp. “Like, do you think he’d approve of us?”

There was a long silence, but it wasn't awkward. Natasha looks at me, wondering what would happen if Steve knew about my relationship with her. Would he be disheartened? Disgusted? The second option was more accurate than the first, which he disapproves of.

So what have I been doing with myself?

"We don't have to tell him, baby," she cooed, nibbling on my bottom lip and slithering her hand under my shirt as my nipple felt her fingers on it. "No one needs to know about us. It's just the two of us. Okay?”

Being a secret wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.

“Okay,” I whispered, seeing her widely grinning – which made my heart happy. “We don’t have to tell anyone.”

She kissed me again, but this time it was more heated. More passionate if you put it into a more profound word. I felt her hand raking on my right breast while the other was caressing my left ass cheek, moaning and grunting each time I ground on her pelvis – which I could feel her hardening member.

“Oh god,” she groans into my mouth, removing both shirts. “Keep grinding on me, baby girl… feel so good.” I pushed her slowly back on the mattress and kissed her fiercely, trying to take charge. But she was quick enough to spin me around, and I was beneath her, mewling for my life.

“You want this dick, don’t you?” she teases, kissing my ribcage up to my chest as she gives my skin open-mouth kisses. “You want this. Tell me you want this.”

I want this. I want you in me.

“I-I want it, Daddy–” my breath hitches when I felt her tongue flicking on my right nipple, biting it slowly. “Argh! Tasha, oh my god–it feels so good…”

She spent her time making love to my body, her lips hovering over every inch of my skin. I felt desired and craved. Something about her kissing me all over made me feel important and vulnerable. Everyone, including Bucky, sees me as something good or not appreciated. Maybe even both. But to Natasha, in her eyes, I’ll always be that good little girl for her, as she always says.

Natasha pulls down my panties and licks up my pubic bone, pressing her nose onto my clit – smelling me, wanting me. I prided my legs open and quietly asked, “Y-You don’t have to eat me. I just want a quickie. That’s all.”

“Why? Are you leaving me?” I know she was teasing, but I felt a pan of sadness. She knew where I was going today, yet didn’t speak about it.

Bucky Barnes.

“N-No, but I have to see him–”

She pulls herself up and opens my mouth, pressing her thumb and index finger against my cheeks and spitting a wad of saliva on my tongue. "Let me fuck you first, baby," she growls. “Can’t let him take you away from me without claiming you first.”

Natasha swiftly removes her boxers and strokes her penis, getting it hard. I offered to help, but she kept my other wrist in place – I guess she was this possessive today. But she never dared touch me in a rough matter, and she would always ask permission for that. But her spitting on my tongue was something else, immensely turning me on. I looked down at our bodies and saw the tip of her dick leaked with pre-cum, dribbling on my stomach.

“Sorry,” she murmured, pecking my jaw. “I’m hard right now.” It was nature, so it wasn’t much of her fault. I cupped her face again and softly kissed her, then flicked my tongue on her upper lip, begging her to fuck my mouth with her tongue. She gladly did, thrusting her tongue in my mouth as she licked the roof of my mouth.

She mumbles, "You taste so good," she says as she aligns her dick on my tight hole and gradually thrusts into me, groaning in my mouth. “Oh, fuck. you’re so tight, baby.” I inhaled deeply and clawed at her back, digging my nails into her skin. Her penis was always huge and thick. If you look closely, you will notice how many veins she has run the length of her dick. And the tip of her cock was pink, really pink. She doesn’t shave much of her pubic hair, but from time to time, she does.

“Daddy, you’re too big!” I exclaimed, throwing my head back onto the pillow as I felt her pushing more of her length inside of me – turning myself on when I heard her whispering the dirtiest words out of her mouth. “O-Oh god, I’m so full…”

Natasha pulls out slowly and pushes back in again with a roll of her hips, murmuring: “Feel good, baby? Yeah, bet that feels good. You love this big cock too much, huh?” I nodded, whimpering while biting down my lip. “S-shit, you’re clenching on my dick! Fuck, keep clenching around me, baby.”

She holds my hips down and starts pounding me, the headboard hitting against the wall maliciously – hoping that no one else could hear us being so… lewd. But then I realized we live a bit further away from the village, so I took my chances and started screaming her name, rolling my hips with her.

She licks my neck, kissing it and whispering, "Your screams turn me on so much." The room is filled with the sound of our skin slapping one another and the smell of our sexual activity. At this point, she was using you like one of the toys in her collection. “Push Daddy’s cock out, come on baby… you’re gonna make me fucking cum!”

Unconsciously, her hips begin to move, and her grunt intensifies until you hear it coming from outside her room. But I didn't give a damn; I allowed her to beat me down on her bed and beg me to clench around her dick.

And I did.

"Can I call you a slut?" she asked quietly in my ear as she pushed herself inside me. “P-Please? Can I call you my fucking slut?” I nodded, feeling parched. I clutched her close and looked out my window, noticing more birds from the tree looking down at us. It was an odd sensation because these were just animals, but it would be a different story if they were humans.

"Do you realize you're a fucking slut?" She growled as I lifted my legs and intertwined them behind her back, squeezing her. "Are you my slut, baby? My personal little slut?”

"Uh-huh, I'm your slut, Daddy... your personal slut," I nodded frantically. She smiled at me almost maliciously as she realized she'd bottomed out. With my tightness, she could barely pull her dick out, causing her to groan.

“Oh god, you’re so fucking tight… can’t even pull out from your pussy. Your little pussy took this dick, huh?” Her cock twitches as she chuckles, her other hand pressing against my stomach as I scream in delight. “Yeah, scream it, baby. Let them know you’re being fucked, especially by me. Your other Daddy’s best friend.”

"I'm close-" my breath hitched once more as I looked down at our genitals, which were completely fused together. She kissed my lips, and I felt her spit run down my throat, causing me to tremble. “D-Daddy, I can’t take it–oh my god, I’m coming!”

"Cum, baby, cum for me," she says as she gives three more hard thrusts. Squeeze my dick, yeah—oh fuck, I can feel you... you feel so good!" As I climaxed, I arched my lower back and noticed white dots appear. I could tell she was getting close, so I hugged her while chasing another kiss from her, begging for more.

"I'm going to get you pregnant," she grunts, rolling her hips on me hard. "I'm going to make you round and swollen, steal you from your father, and make us a family. Do you want that, sweetie? Want my cum?”

"N-no, wait," I prompted myself, trying to push her stomach out, but she pushed me back down on her bed and began howling. “Tasha, wait–”

“We’re roleplaying,” she simply says, her breath ragged. “Come on, play along with me. M’promise gonna pull out, just play with me…” I decided to indulge her dirty fantasies and let her pound into me once more, my skin burning each time her thighs collided with mine. She looks down at me intently, her brow furrowing as she nears her climax.

“Tell me you don’t want me to cum inside you,” she demanded, her eyes still gazing at mine. As I screamed, she groped my right breast harshly. “Tell me you don’t want Daddy to get you pregnant. Come on… tell me.”

“P-Please don’t cum in me…”

"What if I want to?" she grunts, covering my mouth with her hand as I whimper on it. “Shh, answer me. What if I don’t want to?” I shook my head and writhed away from her, luring her deep inside me until I was pregnant with her children. She admitted that it was all a ruse - she would never get me pregnant.

She removed her hand from my mouth as I screamed, “Pull out! Please, just pull out–I don’t want to get pregnant–”

“I’m here, baby–fuck! Oh my god, I'm here," she says softly, pushing my hair away from my face and kissing me hard on the lips. Murmuring my mouth, she said: “I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming deep inside of you; take it all. Take it. That’s it–Ugh, you feel amazing…”

She did not come inside of me. Instead, she drew back and jerked herself off, missing her climax. She decided to come all over my chest and moan out my name every time she spurts ropes of cum all over my chest, some on my face. Natasha groaned in euphoria as she looked down at me; this was a pleasant sight for her. Something captivating that could stain her mind for decades until she dies.

“Are you okay?” she asked, out of breath. I felt her body lying beside me while her hand trailed up and down my stomach. “Please tell me you’re okay…”

“I’m okay,” I whispered, looking at her with droopy eyes. Natasha only smiles and pulls me closer to her, kissing my temple. She says, “That was amazing, better than I’d imagined.”

“Do you like roleplaying?”

There was a pause, but she nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “I do. It’s one of my favorites when it comes to sex.”

“Do you want to do that more often with me?” I inquired. She nodded again, but her smile was one of concealment as if it were a dirty secret. “You don’t have to be ashamed of your fantasies, Nat.” I put my thumb on her cheek and caressed it, smiling back at her.

“It’s just that,” her words trailed, looking down at her penis as she thought about the choice of words she would say. “My fantasies can be really upsetting. Like… I have a thing for age play.”

This took me back. I prompted myself, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “W-What do you mean, Tash?”

“I want you to be younger, like… really young.”

“How young are we talking about?”

“Young enough where you can be, my little baby,” she touched my hand and brought it to her lips, pecking at it. “But it’s okay; we don’t have to do that. I can just… jerk off to my fantasies.”

Her fantasies were seductive and captivating in a dirty way. But I couldn't say no to her, especially since I wanted to repair her fantasies. I never did any of that, especially when she came into my life. But as I think hard about it, I did want those fantasies. I wanted her to share them with me.

“Okay,” I agreed, smiling. “I want to play with your fantasies as well.”

“Good,” she grins and kisses my lips, pulling me back down until our breasts are pressed against each other. “Thank you, Y/n.”

"You should try eating tootsie rolls," Bucky suggested as he drew the cigarette from his mouth. Smoking cigarettes is something Natasha and Bucky can relate to - it's almost as if they're devoted to it. “Do you have the urge to smoke?”

I shake my head. He smiled, sighing: “Good. I don’t want your dad killing me or something.”

“I don’t think he would,” I answered as I looked at the blue skies above me, not minding the strain in my eyes. “He’s too fond of you.”

"You think so?" he asked, to which I nodded. “That’s nice. I mean, Steve is a nice person. It would be a lot easier for me to marry you then, right?”

Here we go again, I thought to myself. He’ll always bring this up. Marriage, kids, stability, I don’t even want any of it from him. I just want his friendship.

“Guess so.” I'm not sure how else I could respond to him. I was too preoccupied with Natasha and our escape to think clearly. No offense to Bucky, but I'd instead run away with her than marrying him. I wasn't attracted to him initially, even though I thought I was. Poor him, honestly. Why is he still chasing after someone who isn’t even interested?

Bucky sat on the grass and threw his old cigarette in the backyard, hoping he wouldn’t get caught. “We should have a burger, yeah? I’m kind of hungry.”

“We literally just ate an hour ago.”

“Still, I have an appetite.” he patted his stomach and rubbed out, chuckling in the air. Clearly, he wanted my attention. And I did look at him, but it was only brief.

“Come on,” he groans, pulling my arm to help me stand on my two feet. “I know one place where they make the best hamburgers. They only cost like, what, 2 dollars? Which isn’t so bad, yeah?”

“Sure,” I agreed, fishing for money in my shorts pocket. “I probably just need to ask for my allowance–”

“Y/n won’t be free for today.” I turned over my shoulder and saw Natasha standing in front of us with a cigarette in her mouth, her chest heaving as the sun burned our skin.

“Would it be okay if I take her out for lunch, Ms. Natasha?” he asked as he craned his neck. “It won’t be too long. I’ll bring her back as soon as possible.”

She puffs a cigarette in the air as she looks at both of us, but mostly at me, almost persuading me to stay with her, to be with her. But I couldn't do it because I hadn't seen Bucky in five days. It's the least I could do for him. But I also wanted to stay for her, to spend time with her in bed, holding hands as we discussed the possibilities.

Natasha sighed, scratching her nape, and said: “Y/n, you have something to do. Your college application, remember?” I remember telling her that I needed to study for my college applications in case I didn't get in. I wasn't academically gifted, but my father apparently wishes for me to become one - which I can assure you will not happen in a million years.

“I’ll get it done once I’m home.”

“Good,” she said, nodding at Bucky. “You better take care of her because you didn’t do your job the last time I picked her up.”

Bucky was clearly getting irritated. It was his posture and his stare, almost a glare. I wanted to tell him that Natasha was just looking after me, but knowing myself, I didn't want to say too much. He would not be pleased.

He would find it disgusting, for that matter.

“I’ll take care of her this time, Natasha.”

“Watch your tongue, boy.”

"Bucky and I will be leaving," I say as I wrap my hand around his wrist and pull him towards me, silently pleading with him to let go of the situation. “I’ll be home in an hour. I promise, Nat.”

She only nodded and turned and walked back to the house, her back facing me. My heart was breaking down piece by piece. I should not have agreed. I could have simply stayed with her. But I genuinely liked Bucky and considered him a friend. I couldn't give up something so valuable that had been there long before her; I'd turn into a jerk.

“Come on,” he said, placing his arm on my right bicep. “Let’s eat.”

I will have to deal with her once I get back home.

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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 7

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 6.3k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 6 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 7

There was a knock on your office door, and it flew open before you could respond. Silently mouthing the words of the subclause you were editing, you held up one finger to stop whoever had ignored the closed door and finished the paragraph. Closing your eyes, you begged for patience and looked up at Joanne. “What can I do for you?” you asked, attempting to sound pleasant.

“I’ve been calling and messaging you to let you know that your 11:30 is here,” she replied with a grin. Your eyes darted to your desk phone - which you’d silenced so you could focus - that blinked with three missed calls. The computer was locked and asleep, and your messenger status was on Do Not Disturb so that it wouldn’t chime.

“I don’t have any appointments today.” You’d planned explicitly for that as your contract bid needed to be submitted to the finance department by Thursday so they could review the final numbers and pass it on to the lawyers for one last look before submitting it to the government contractors. You were currently going through the bid solicitation and comparing it to your submission with a fine tooth comb - even missing one small component could lead to an automatic rejection that would lose millions in potential revenue for the company. “Are you sure they aren’t here to see someone else?”

“No, they said they were here to see you specifically.” Sighing, you woke up your computer, shoved your badge into the reader, and logged in. No calendar reminders greeted you, but you double-checked. Nothing. “Should I tell them you’ll be right out?”

“Sure, just give me a second,” you grumbled. Joanne didn’t even bother to close the door as she left. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you forced yourself to take a few deep breaths before sipping your cold coffee, marking your place with a sticky note, and shuffling the papers into a neat pile. With a quick check of your appearance in your phone camera and touching up your lipstick, you grabbed your badge and cardigan and headed to the lobby. There was a burst of laughter as you slipped the badge into your lanyard while turning the corner.

There, leaning against the counter that surrounded the admin team’s desks, was Jake. Coyote stood beside him, arms crossed over his chest and a bemused expression on his face. Both men wore their flight suits. You stopped in the doorway and raised an eyebrow as Jake caught sight of you, a slow smile crossing his lips, a toothpick clamped between his teeth. “Hey, darlin’.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Coyote, here, and I were grabbing lunch, and I thought you might want something other than that leftover salad from last night.” Sitting at his elbow was a bag and a soda from a fast food place on base.

“Isn’t that sweet,” Joanne gushed. “You wouldn’t happen to be the one who sent her flowers a couple of months ago, would you?”

“Guilty,” he replied, shooting Joanne a grin and letting his accent slip.

“I knew they weren’t from your parents!” Bree - the travel coordinator - laughed, shooting you a look. You flushed.

“Hey Coyote,” you said, “couldn’t rein this one in today?”

“Nope.” He smirked, eyes shifting over your shoulder when voices neared. Stepping to the side, you glanced back to see Glen, Mark, and one of the new QA guys.

“Hey!” Glen said, clapping a hand on your shoulder as he passed. “Thought you weren’t leaving the cave today. Wanna join us for lunch?”

“Actually, I just got mine delivered.” Jake pushed off the counter, all playfulness gone from his eyes and a hard smile on his lips. Since the conversation last week, he’d been encouraging you to go to HR to talk about your coworkers.

“Didn’t realize we had visitors today,” Mark said, eyeing the two men. The company usually delivered lunch to the office during military visits. Forcing a laugh, you shook your head.

“They’re not visitors. This is Jake and Javy. They - ”

“Jake, huh?” Glen shot you a sly grin, hand leaving your shoulder. He’d caught sight of your phone leaving the team meeting and tried to get you to spill on who you were texting about dinner plans. When the man in question nodded, Glen took a step forward and held out his hand - Jake clocked the wedding band. You’d told him the one coworker who usually had your back was married. “Nice to meet you, man. You fly with the Vigilantes?” he asked, nodding to the patch on his chest. Jake’s eyes met yours over Glen’s shoulder after their handshake, and you shrugged.

“Yeah.”

“Nice! I was a catapult officer on the Lincoln.”

“No shit,” Jake chuckled, glancing over his shoulder at Javy. “When’d you get out?”

“Six years ago.”

“Damn, before I got here.” Glen introduced himself to Javy while Jake shook hands with Mark and the new guy.

“He is gorgeous,” Bree whisper to Joanne. Rolling your lips together to keep from smiling, you cleared your throat.

“Thanks for lunch, babe, but I need to get back to work. Do you mind if I leave this here for a second?” you asked Joanne, motioning to the food. When she nodded, you turned to Jake and Javy. “I’ll walk you out. I’m also curious how you got past the gate guard.”

“That was me,” Joanne smiled. “Once Rob told me who was there, and Jake showed him a picture of you two, I let him through.” Your smile was fixed, trying to remember what - if any - photos Jake had taken of the two of you.

With his hand on your lower back and Javy opening the door, the three of you finally left the office and exited into the parking lot. Jake’s truck was next to your car - it was finally released from the body shop on Monday. “You do realize that you just gave the biggest office gossips their best scoop in months, right?” you groaned. Javy laughed and shook his head.

“Kinda his point, I think.”

“He is about as subtle as an anvil,” you agreed, fighting a smile. Jake cackled as his friend rolled his eyes, having caught the Road Runner joke. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

“It’s not like I haven’t heard them all before.” After saying goodbye and you reiterating that you wanted to hang out one night, Javy got into the truck.

Alone, you turned to your boyfriend and crossed your arms over your chest. “Jake.”

“Darlin’.”

“I know what you’re doing.”

“Bringing you lunch?”

“You could have saved yourself the trip by writing ‘Taken - Back Off’ across my forehead with Sharpie.”

“If it makes your life easier, I’ll stop by every day,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and swallowed around the lump in your throat. “Darlin’, you okay?” Clearing your throat, you nodded and looked up at him while touching his chest.

“Thank you, but please don’t do it again.” His green eyes were soft as he nodded, took the toothpick out of his mouth, then leaned down to brush his lips over yours.

“Can I stay over tonight?”

“No - I will probably be working late tonight and need to call my parents. And catch up with some stuff around the apartment.”

“Are you just saying that because you’re mad at me?” Chuckling, you shook your head.

“I’m not mad, Jake, but I do need to get back to work. I’ll call you tonight.” When he nodded, you pushed onto your toes to kiss him again as voices echoed across the parking lot. “Thanks for lunch,” you whispered against his lips before giving him another peck and dropping back to your feet. When he saw your eyes dip to his lips before lifting in a small smile, he couldn’t resist kissing you again, tongue lightly teasing and tasting the wax of your lipstick. Chuckling, you pushed him away and grinned. “Don’t you have somewhere you need to be, Lieutenant?”

“Fine. I’ll talk to you later,” Jake said.

“Be safe.” Glancing at the truck, you waved at Javy, who nodded back.

“I’m going up at 2:30, so if you hear a flyby, that’s me.” Laughing, you shook your head and took a step back.

“I’ll keep an ear out, Seresin.” He clamped the toothpick between his teeth before flipping it. Your thighs clenched, remember what other skills that tongue had, and he winked.

Coyote grinned when Jake got into the truck. “Red’s not your color, man.”

It wasn’t until Jake caught sight of himself in the rearview mirror while waiting in the line to get back on base that he realized your red lipstick was all over his mouth. Javy roared with laughter as he scrambled to grab a napkin from the console before reaching the gate guard.

You’re just as bad at marking your territory. You glanced at your phone and smirked at Jake’s text as you dug into the sandwich he’d gotten you.

No idea what you’re talking about. After putting your phone back on silent and retouching your lipstick, you clicked through some emails before returning to the contract.

At 3:00, you heard the roar of a jet overhead and smiled.

It was after six when you finally left work. There were a couple of texts from Jake and your friends from home, and you were about to call your parents when you noticed a voicemail.

“Hi, my name is Elle Brooks, and I’m calling from NAS Lemoore. I’m calling to offer you an interview for the contract administrator position you applied for. We’re trying to get those scheduled for early next week. If you are still interested in the position, please call me back at 559…”

You stopped in the middle of the parking lot, hand flying to cover your mouth.

“Hey,” Jake frowned when he opened his front door wearing only his boxer briefs and a t-shirt. “You okay?” Rather than answer, you held up your phone and played the voicemail. His grin was blinding as he looked from the phone to you and pulled you into the house. “You have an interview? When did you even apply?”

“Same day as the accident,” you laughed. “I was pissed off and - ” His lips covered yours as he backed you into the door.

“Thank fucking god you’re getting out of there,” he said, resting his forehead against yours.

“It’s just an interview,” you cautioned. “And it’s kind of a long shot.”

“You’re gonna get it.”

“It’s less money.”

“You wouldn’t have to deal with the bullshit at work. The government doesn’t put up with that.” Biting your lower lip, you took a deep breath.

“I really want this,” you said softly.

“Darlin’, they’d be stupid not to hire you. And, listen, I haven’t had to interview for a job since high school, but I’m happy to practice with you.”

“Any info you have about GS contractors on base would be amazing.”

“How about this - Coyote dated a contractor for a while. We have him over this weekend, you get the intel, and we go from there?”

“I love that plan.” Jake grinned, leaning down to kiss you and trying to ignore how his heart had jumped at those first two words.

There was a loud pop, and you quickly brought the bottle of champagne to your lips when it bubbled over the rim and spilled onto your fist. When you shook the liquid off your hand, Jake captured it and brought it to his mouth, running his tongue between your fingers, along your wrist and forearm. Setting the bottle on the counter, you wrapped your free hand around the collar of his khaki shirt and pulled him closer. He could taste the champagne on your tongue as he kissed you, hands sliding under your blouse and gliding against your warm skin.

Your hands skated down his chest, making quick work of the buttons and shoving his shirt off his shoulders to run your hands down his arms. His pins clattered against the floor as he let go of you long enough for it to fall from his wrists. The white undershirt quickly joined it as you worked on the buttons of your own shirt.

Jake pressed open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin you revealed, his hands on your ass, rocking you against his thigh. When your shirt fell open, you reached for the champagne again and took a swig as he went to one knee to press kisses to your stomach and unbutton your slacks. You buried a hand in his hair and tugged, feeling his answering groan against your hip. He quickly slid your pants and thong down your legs and grabbed your left ankle to have you step out of them. “Come ‘ere,” he growled, guiding your thigh over his shoulder.

The first pass of his tongue over your core nearly had your knee buckling, and you grabbed the kitchen counter to steady yourself. His laugh was warm against your skin as he looked up at you, holding your gaze as he did it again. Playfully glaring at him, you shrugged off your shirt and enjoyed how his eyes zeroed in on your breasts when you took off your bra.

This was truly decadence, you thought - naked in your kitchen with your boyfriend on his knees, taking you apart with his talented fingers and tongue while you drank champagne. Your head fell back against the cabinet, and you clapped a hand to your mouth to muffle your moan when Jake curled his fingers in a come hither motion while sucking hard on your clit. Hips moving of their own accord, you rode his face as he groaned against your core. “Fuckin’ gorgeous, baby,” he said, shifting his thumb to your clit as he ran his teeth along your thigh. With his other hand, he squeezed his dick, which strained against his fly. The sight had you biting your lip and whimpering.

“Ja - ” you choked on his name when his fingers thrust deeper. Grinding down against his hand, your eyes closed.

“Lemme see those pretty eyes, darlin’.” When you didn’t, he nipped at your inner thigh before licking away the sting. “Look at me.” His green eyes were molten when your gaze met his. “Can’t fuck you the way you want until you come for me,” he rasped. “Love this fuckin’ pussy.” A cocky grin crossed his mouth, and he winked before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard.

Your knee buckled at the combined efforts of his tongue and fingers. Holding him against your core, fingers clutching the counter to keep you upright, you came with a loud cry.

Lazily, Jake kissed his way up your body as you took another swig of champagne. When he licked into your mouth, your earthy taste mingled with the sweet alcohol, and he groaned. Plucking the bottle from your loose grip, he took a long drink and winked when he caught your eyes fixated on the bob of his throat. After swiping his wrist against his lips, he grinned. “Your neighbors definitely heard that.”

“Fuck the neighbors,” you panted, red staining your cheeks. He laughed loudly while setting the bottle back onto the counter. Jake’s hand wrapped around your neck as he leaned down to brush his nose against yours. His kiss was soft, left hand lightly tracing the curve of your waist, causing goosebumps on your heated skin.

“Welcome to the Department of Defense, darlin’.”

“It’s only a tentative job offer,” you reminded him. After a month and a half, your reference checks were completed - your former coworkers in Florida had been happy to help - and HR had approved the packet you’d submitted to negotiate for a higher salary. With the higher pay grade and step, you would only be taking a $5K pay decrease from your base salary, which would be closed in the next two years. Losing the annual bonus would hit your finances, but the benefits were better. “I still have to get through the background check and get my security clearance upgraded - who knows how long that will take.”

“You’ve already got a secret clearance,” Jake said, stroking his thumb along your throat. “It shouldn’t take long for them to clear you for top secret.”

“Months, babe. It’s going to take months for me to get through all the onboarding, and a lot can happen between now and then.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen. And in a couple of months, you’ll get to tell those assholes that you’re leaving, and I’ll be able to visit you at work every day.”

“Oh god,” you groaned, dipping your head to his shoulder. His lips grazed your temple.

“What?”

“I just realized that - technically - we’re going to be coworkers.” His chest rumbled with laughter, breath stuttering across your skin.

“I’ll be the best goddamn coworker you’ve ever had. In fact - ” You shrieked as he ducked, planting his shoulder into your hips and tossing you over his shoulder, careful not to have you hit the counter behind him. He held you in place by your knees and turned to lightly bite your upper thigh before spanking you. You yelped and retaliated by smacking his ass. After spanking you again, he grabbed the champagne bottle and walked toward your bedroom. “I’m gonna lick this off your tits while you ride me until you come, and then I’m gonna get a third one out of you in the shower.”

Jake was taking your overstimulation after two orgasms without a break as a personal challenge to overcome.

When he tried to pour the champagne over your tits, the majority ended up on the sheets, making you both laugh. His tongue ran between the valley of your breasts as you leaned back, one hand braced on his knee, to pour a stream down your chest. The tendons in Jake’s neck stood out as you swiveled your hips, spelling out a secret, three-word message. His eyes were glued to where you were joined, biting his lip as he watched himself disappear inside you. It was his turn to come with a choked moan, his thumb seeking out your clit to tip you over the edge.

Jake stayed inside you as you came down from your high, collapsed against his chest, and the empty bottle rested against your calf on the mattress. He lightly stroked your face and back, thrusting shallowly as you tried to catch your breath. Eventually, he rolled you onto your side and held you tightly while pulling out. He turned on the shower while taking care of the condom and came back to carry you into it.

With one foot propped up on the side of the tub and the showerhead angled to hit both of you, Jake cupped your core, testing your sensitivity with light touches. His hand rubbed your lower back, protecting you from the cold tile and feeling your hips chase and shy from his caress. Slowly, he eased his middle and ring fingers into you, thumb grazing your clit. He studied your expressions as you bit your lip and whimpered. When tears slipped out from the corners of your eyes, he kissed them away, finger stilling. “You okay, darlin’?”

“Too much,” you whined while clenching around him.

“You’re close, baby. Relax.” His hand left your back to tip your chin up. Resting his forehead against yours, Jake waited for your nod. A soft smile crossed his lips when you did.

You came with a gasp, nails leaving crescent marks on his back. His grin was blinding when you forced your eyes open, tears clinging to your lashes and sweat beading your brow. Jake pressed his hard cock against the crease of your hip and thigh. “Don’t even think about it,” you breathed.

“Already done so good for me, darlin’,” Jake said, withdrawing his fingers from your core. You whimpered as he dragged his fingers along your slit, gathering your wetness before sucking it off his fingers. You groaned, tipping your head back against the tile. His hips thrust against you before he took your hand and wrapped it around his dick. After a few guiding strokes, he planted his hands on either side of your head. You ran your hand along his length, twisting your wrist on the upstroke and teasing the tip. Jake panted against your mouth, eyes closed tightly as he coated your stomach with his cum.

Jake took his time washing your body and carried you to bed, curling himself around you. Just as you nodded off, he murmured something into your hair and pressed his lips to the back of your neck, tightening his hold on you.

“Alright, sit down because we are talking about this.”

“What?” Jake grumbled, throwing a stack of t-shirts onto his bed.

“This shitty attitude. You have been in such a bad mood for the last week, and I’m tired of it.” Grumbling under his breath about how much he still had to pack, he flopped face down onto his bed and buried his face in his pillow. Sighing, you sat and leaned against the headboard, resting your hand on his arm and lightly stroking. After a few minutes of silence, he groaned and turned to look at you. You raised an eyebrow as his hand dropped onto your knee, squeezing gently.

“‘M sorry, darlin’.”

“For?”

“Being an asshole.”

“You mean being more of one than usual?” you teased, leg jerking as he squeezed a ticklish spot on the back of your knee. “It’s two weeks, babe.”

Not long after you got your job offer, Jake was informed that he was going on a short deployment to Vegas. Since then, he’d been alternating between clingy and quietly irritated. More than once, he’d escaped on a run when you tried to ask him what was wrong. But now - the day before he was leaving? He wasn’t going to get out of it that easily.

“I know.”

“We’re not going to sweat the short deployments - I have to go on work trips, too. I mean, I’d just gotten back from a training in DC when we met.”

“I know,” he huffed.

“So if you’re so smart and know all of this, why are you upset?”

“I don’t wanna go.” Chuckling, you shifted down the bed to lie face-to-face with him. He rolled onto his side, eyes closing as you reached out to run your fingers through his hair. He had to go on base later to get a haircut and pick up some boot polish.

“I’m gonna miss you too.” You pressed featherlight kisses to his forehead and nose, his lips curving into a contented smile. For a moment, you debated your next words but knew they needed to be said. “Jake, honey?” He hummed in response. “I…I’m not her.”

“Who?”

“Your ex.” His eyes flew open, brow furrowing. When his mouth opened, you quickly placed a finger against his lips to stop him from speaking. “You told me that she cheated on you when you were deployed. And you’ve been hot and cold since you found out you’re leaving.”

“Darlin’, I’m - ”

“If I’m ever unhappy in this relationship, I’ll respect you enough to let you know before anything happens. I just ask for the same in return.” His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your hand away.

“I don’t cheat,” Jake said, his eyes hard. “Never have, never will. Are you telling me you’re - ”

“No,” you cut him off. “No, I’m really, really happy. I just… I’m giving you one deployment to feel insecure about us, but that’s it. I’m not going to put up with this…” You struggled to find the right word before sighing, “attitude.”

“I - ” The words were on the tip of his tongue as he rolled you onto your back, gently stroking the hair from your face. But it wasn't the right time with the specter of his divorce hanging over the conversation. “This is the happiest I’ve been.”

“In a long time?”

“Ever.”

“Even better than the first time you flew?” you teased. He caught the sheen of tears in your eyes and nodded. “Well, now I know you’re lying.” His fingers dug into your sides, and you shrieked and tried to wiggle out of his hold as his hips pinned yours to the bed.

Jake slowly took you apart, pressing every unspoken feeling into your skin. He kept up his mental chant as you writhed against him, mouths so close that you shared every panted breath. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.

The next morning, you lingered in bed as long as possible, trading lazy kisses before you moved down his body to take his cock in your mouth. There wasn’t time for him to reciprocate, though he tried to in the shower, taking care to wash every inch of your skin as you reminded him of the time. He leaned against the bathroom door, dressed in his flight suit, and watched as you quickly did your makeup, a sad smile crossing his lips.

Coyote waited in his car to drive Jake to the base as you said your goodbyes on the front porch. “Be safe,” you said, twining your fingers in the ball chain that held his dog tags.

“I will. I’ll let you know as soon as I land.” Using the chain as leverage, you tugged him down to kiss him goodbye, hand resting on his chest.

“Have fun. I’ll see you in two weeks.” He couldn’t say it when then, not with his best friend hitting the horn and tapping his watch. Jake lifted his hand to flip him off as you laughed and gently shoved him away. “Go.”

The men watched you wave from the front porch as they pulled onto the street before returning to the house to finish getting ready. Jake had given you a key to watch the place while he was away.

“Well, wasn’t that cute,” Javy chuckled.

“Fuck off,” Jake grumbled.

Call you back. Dealing with a minor emergency.

Jake frowned at his phone and texted back Everything ok? You liked his message. His mind raced, a helpless feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Was it another car accident? Something at work? Had your job found out you were planning to leave and fired you?

He’d been in Vegas for a week, and had another to go. If you needed him, there was no way he could get to you. His thumb hovered over his text thread with Coyote, debating asking if he could check on you. Sighing, he dropped the phone into his pocket as he entered the barracks and went to his room. When his phone rang twenty minutes later, he scrambled to pick it up. “What’s wrong? What happened?” he demanded before saying hello.

“My air conditioner is out, and they can’t send anyone out to look at it for two days,” you groaned. “It’s almost 90 degrees in my apartment.”

“So go to my place.”

“It’s fine. I’ll just - ”

“Darlin’.”

“It’s weird being there without you.”

“Yeah, but I have air conditioning. And I’m pretty sure your gross ice cream is still in the freezer.”

“How dare you besmirch mint chocolate chip?”

“It’s like eating toothpaste.”

“You’re ridiculous. And wrong.” It took a little teasing and joking to get you to agree to go to his house, and he stayed on the phone with you as you packed a bag.

Later, after you showered and settled in and he’d grabbed dinner, he video-called you. You answered on your laptop, and he couldn’t help but grin at seeing you wearing one of his shirts. You asked about the exercise he was participating in. Jake launched into a play-by-play of his day, using his hand to demonstrate some of the maneuvers he’d made.

Cradling a coffee mug, you nodded while stirring the contents. When it reached your desired consistency, you brought the spoon to your mouth and licked the green ice cream. Jake stopped talking, and you looked at the screen to see him frowning. “Are you eating in my bed?”

“Yup,” you said, popping the ‘p.’ He had a thing about eating and drinking in bed - champagne on your sheets? No problem. His bedroom? Only a glass of water was allowed.

“Why?”

“Cause you’re weird about it, and there’s no way for you to stop me,” you grinned. He groaned and rubbed a hand over his face, making you laugh.

“I’m gonna get you for that when I get home.”

“You’re gonna have to get over it - I want to drink coffee and have breakfast in bed with you.”

“You want to eat where we fuck?”

“We’ve fucked in both of our kitchens, so that argument is out.” You heard his muttered ‘Jesus Christ’ and smirked. “Fine, fine. We’ll do some positive associations to help you overcome this issue.”

“Oh yeah?” Jake grimaced as you set the coffee mug on the blanket, which turned into a bemused smirk when you took his shirt off so you were only in your panties.

Picking up the mug, you smiled. “Alright, Lieutenant, I want you to pay close attention. Look at me, sitting in your bed and enjoying this delicious ice cream. Notice the smile on my face? Happy girlfriend, happy life.”

“Pretty sure that’s not how the saying goes,” he chuckled, reaching down to adjust himself.

“Oooh, careful, or I’ll tell Javy that you’re talking about marriage at three months again,” you laughed. He groaned, regretting the friendship the two of you were building. “Anyways, ice cream in bed for me. Happy girlfriend and boobs for you. It’s a win-win.”

“I’m still gonna spank you for breaking my rule.”

“Promise?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. A strange intimacy had grown between you during his deployment, and you’d found yourself talking about things that might have been too embarrassing while next to each other. For example, you’d picked up on some of Jake’s sexual preferences just like he’d picked up on your liking to be held down. During one late-night talk, he told you that he really liked it when you teased him so he could punish you. With some clarification, you’d told him you were more than happy to push his buttons.

“Fuck.” He watched as you collected the cold condensation from the mug and stroked your nipple.

“Too bad you’re not here. Just gonna have to take care of myself before going to sleep.” Jake bit his lip as the image of you touching yourself in his bed flashed in his mind.

“Gonna show me what that looks like?” he rasped, hips shifting on the bed as he slid his hand into his boxers and squeezed his dick. You set the coffee mug on the nightstand before shaking your head and covering your mouth as you yawned.

“Nope. Just gonna have to imagine it.”

“Darlin’, it’s not nice to tease.”

“Oh, I’m aware, Hangman. Just consider this payback for all the times you left me hanging.”

“Pretty sure I’ve more than made up for that.” He watched as you shrugged while getting under the covers, then reached for the laptop and set it beside the pillow so he could see your face. Up close, he could see that you did look tired and sighed, letting go of his dick and smiling. “Go to sleep, darlin’. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Six more days until you’re home.” Your eyes were drifting closed, and he wished he was there to tuck you against his chest.

“Can’t wait. Sweet dreams, baby. I love you.” Your eyes shot open, meeting his wide-eyed gaze on the screen. “Shit, darlin’, I didn’t - ”

“You’re an asshole, Seresin,” you breathed. Hurt flashed across his face, and you laughed. “Of course, you would say that for the first time when you’re deployed.”

“You’re… you’re not mad?”

“That you said you love me? No, of course not. The timing could have been better.”

“Just kind of slipped out.”

“I figured. I.. haven’t had the easiest time winning this game of chicken, either.”

“Are you saying that you…”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, biting your lower lip and grinning. Jake’s green eyes were soft as he smiled, fingers reaching to trace your face on the screen.

“Darlin’,” he breathed. “Wish I was with you.”

“Me too. Which is why I’m going to be the nicer of the two of us and not say it until you’re here.”

“You’re not?”

“No. Because I want to be able to kiss you when I say it.”

“So you’re gonna make me wait six more days?”

“Yup.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” Jake groaned.

“Did you just Han Solo me?” You laughed.

“I did. Now go to sleep and dream of me.”

“I will. I love you.”

“Goodnight, babe. I miss you.”

It was that way for the next week. Jake would say he loved you, and you would reply with ‘Thank you,’ ‘I know,’ or something along those lines. His heart was in his throat when, on his last night in Vegas, you sleepily replied, ‘I love hearing that.’

As soon as his jet touched down on Lemoore, he hurried to complete his post-flight checks and grab his duffle from the travel pod. Coyote would drive him home after he checked in, giving him enough time to shower before heading to your place. If the timing worked out, he’d get there just as you got home from work.

But as he walked off the flight line, Jake saw familiar silhouettes outside the Vigilantes hanger. He watched as Javy hugged you and nodded in his direction before walking towards the Sidewinders offices. Grinning, he jogged over, dropping his flight bag and duffle as he reached you. With his g-suit on, he couldn’t hold you as tightly as he wanted, but you were in his arms.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I took the afternoon off, and Javy got me a visitor’s pass so I could pick you up.” His gloves were rough against your cheek as he cupped your face, tilting your head back to kiss you.

“Got somethin’ to say to me?” he asked against your lips.

“Mmm, welcome home,” you said.

“Anything else?”

“Oh!” Smiling deviously, you stood on your toes to whisper in his ear. “I’m not wearing underwear.” Jake groaned, wanting nothing more than to spank you at that moment but contented himself with slipping his hand into the back pocket of your jean shorts and shaking his head.

“At your future place of work? Naughty girl.” A flush stained your cheeks as you glanced around. Lost in the moment, you’d forgotten that you’d be working on this very flight line in a few short months, and it probably wasn’t the most professional thing to be seen groping a pilot there. Jake’s fingers pinched your chin to pull your attention back to him. “Eyes on me, darlin’. What’ve you gotta say to me?” You could see your reflection in his sunglasses. You pushed yours to the top of your head before taking his off. His green eyes were soft and expectant as you licked your lips.

“I love you, Jake.”

“I know.” A laugh burst out of you before you could stop, and he grinned. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” His lips crashed into yours, tongue sweeping into your mouth. With one hand on your ass and the other spanning your back, he bent you backward as you clutched his shoulder and buried a hand in his sweaty hair. There was a wolf whistle as a maintenance crew passed, and Jake reluctantly settled you back onto your feet. “I’ve got a couple of things I need to do before we can leave. You okay to wait?”

“Definitely,” you replied. He pecked your lips before grabbing his duffle while you took his flight bag. His arm dropped around your shoulder, and he tugged you close to kiss your temple as you felt the rumble of a jet taking off in your chest.

During a quickie in the shower, true to his word, Jake spanked you for eating ice cream in his bed. After you dried off, he grabbed his dress blues tie from the closet. “You sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, checking again as you lay diagonal on the bed. When you nodded and held out your wrists, he groaned and leaned down to kiss you, cock twitching against his thigh. “Fuckin’ love you, darlin’.” He quickly tied your wrists together, checking your circulation, before guiding your arms over your head and securing them to his headboard post.

Jake kissed away your tears as he kissed back up your body, letting you taste yourself on his tongue after he’d edged you for an hour. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you lifted your hips to grind against him as he wiped the sweaty hair from your face. “Doin’ okay, sweetheart?”

“Hate you,” you moaned, tugging against your bindings as he ground his cock against your slit.

“Told you it wasn’t nice to tease. Now you know how it feels.”

“Says the biggest tease I know,” you huffed. Chuckling, he reached between you to pinch your clit, making you arch off the bed.

“Last chance to change your mind, darlin’.” You shook your head, taking your lower lip between your teeth as Jake shifted his hips so his tip teased you.

Slowly, he pushed inside, making you feel every inch. He savored the heat of you against his bare cock. When your hips were flush, he buried his face in your neck, thrusting shallowly. Unable to touch him, you panted against his temple and clenched, chuckling when he groaned. “Love you,” he slurred when his lips sought yours. “Love you so god damn much, darlin’. M’ perfect girl.”

“Welcome home, Jake,” you smiled when his eyes met yours. “I love you.”

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Author's Note: 🫣 anyone else see Jake as a pleasure dom? I mean, that man wants to be the best at everything, so why wouldn't he want to be that for his partner? Once again, this was supposed to be a sweet chapter but Jake and Darlin' had a different idea. This chapter covered a lot - new job, first deployment, dealing with insecurities, and kink! Hopefully you enjoyed this and it isn't too off the rails of what you initially thought this was going to be 😅

GS stands for general schedule - basically a civil service job. Everyone has a pay grade and step that dictates what your salary is, with a guaranteed raise on a set schedule if you meet minimum eval requirements. Onboarding for a GS job takes fooooorrrreeeevvvvveeeerrrr - trust me. For Darlin' job, she would have to have a top secret clearance, which can take months to get even if you've got a secret one already.

Thank you for reading - I appreciate every interaction I get with this little daydream that's spiraled.

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stars aligned | yandere! abyss prince aether x reader

summary: you were brought down from celestia to watch after tevet and protect tevet but after the abyss prince becomes interested in you and your origins, everything goes downhill for you.

content warning: mind break, stalking and obsession

(in my mind the abyss is a very confusing place that can be anything and is very trippy)

@ultraviolencenthusiast this is for you :D

the heavy wind dried the tear that rolled down your cheek.

the grass underneath you poked at your skin, causing you to turn uncomfortably. your cries had lessened and instead of crying, you lay there, accepting your defeat.

with each blow of the wind, it seemed to whisper "aether," softly each time it passed your ear but you were far too disoriented to understand.

you began whispering along with the wind, mindlessly repeating the word "aether" over and over again, as your tears soon picked up again.

everything was overwhelming.

the heavy wind, the loud static noises, and the sharp grass. "aether," you whispered as you turned to lie on your back, looking at the space around you.

a void surrounded the platform you lay on, a dark, starry void that seemed to spin around you slowly. the air was suffocating, "aether," you whispered once again, you took a handful of grass and held it in your hand as the wind picked up.

"aether."

a portal opened before you and the abyss prince walked out. he kneeled in front of you, close enough for you to reach him but far enough so you'd have to strain to touch him.

"aether," the strong winds seemed to not affect him, as he sat down in front of you. "(y/n), tell me where you come from and this," he motioned to the void surrounding the two of you, "can end."

"aether," you cried, stretching your arm out to touch him and everything around you began to become loud and overwhelming, "aeth-"

Your finger grazed his finger and for a second everything was silent, the wind calmed down and the static sound ended.

a small smile appeared on aether's face as he watched you reach out to him again, your hand wrapping around his arm and holding on tightly.

"(y/n)..." aether reached out and placed his hand over yours, "where are you from... and don't say tevet."

your grip on him tightened as tears ran down your cheeks, you shook your head repeatedly, knowing you couldn't tell anyone of your origins or else there would be grave consequences.

... but surely the consequences couldn't be as bad as what you're enduring at the moment.

"let me tell you a story first... maybe that will help you. i first saw you three years ago..."

it's been three years.

three years since aether first saw you, during his journey throughout tevet. you were a wanderer that loved nature, you loved tevet.

you were there when he woke up, you asked him how he was doing but before he could respond you were gone.

perhaps he was seeing things?

the next time he saw you was inside mondstadt, inside the cathedral, he tried to approach you but before he could reach you, you were gone.

after that, aether went looking for you and even asked around about you, but no one knew who he was talking about.

he saw you again in liyue, walking down a trail, he was quick to approach you but by the time he caught up to you, you were no longer there.

throughout his journey in tevet, he saw you many times. wherever he was, you were also there. somewhere in the distance or someone near him, you were always there.

just doing your job. watching tevet, making sure nothing out of the ordinary happened. it was your duty which you were born with.

perhaps he was curious, infatuated, or perhaps it was true love but he yearned to see you again, to speak to you, to touch you and understand you.

after his journey, he found himself subconsciously looking around for you, no matter where it was he went. he'd always looked around a little too vigilantly.

then a year after your disappearance, he saw you again and swore to never let you out of his sight.

three years passed and tevat remained the same. sure there were minor problems, but they were usually nothing you couldn't fix.

that was until a large portal opened up in front of you.

you paused, your eyes wide as someone stepped out of it. the traveler from years ago, "hello," he greeted you as a larger THING followed him out of the portal, "so we meet again."

meet again? you took a cautioned step back, "I'm not sure- I don't know what you're talking about..." the thing behind the traveler made you want to drop everything in hand and run away, screaming.

but you were stronger than that. "hmm? you're confused? I was confused too... but then i saw you again and- and i watched you, then i wasn't so confused anymore."

"you watched me? why?" you question, your palms becoming clammy as he took a small step towards you, "to understand your motives... but watching you has left me with more questions than before."

a small hesitant smile appeared on his face momentarily before it faded.

"I'm still confused... what did I do?" you questioned him and he sighed, "it's been three years and you've already forgotten me? I didn't forget you. i always wondered about you..."

"did I know you-?"

"yes, you do know me. you appeared everywhere I went, no matter where I was, you were always there. so why are you acting confused?" the traveler slightly leaned forward, his hair dropping to slightly cover his eyes.

"i-i don't remember you... I was probably trying to make sure you weren't a threat to tevet, but I can't be sure..."

"I... a threat?" aether tilted his head slightly, "i-i..." you knew you weren't supposed to tell anyone your true origins, so now you were unsure about what to do.

the traveler pointed to the portal while taking a step towards it, "come with me, (y/n), i want an explanation."

(y/n)?

"what is that," you point at the portal and then to the large thing behind him, "and what's that?"

"oh? I thought you already knew," aether tilted his head waiting for you to reply but you never did, "after my journey through tevet... I was disappointed with what i learned-"

he paused, holding a hand out to you, "I learned of good things and bad things, such as the destruction of khaenri'ah- how terrible-"

khaenri'ah... you knew all too well about the destruction of that nation, you were there when it happened.

"I want to restore that fallen nation and bring back all of the lost lives-"

you understand now... how could you be so dumb. khaenri'ah, wanting to restore what was lost, the portal, the thing that made the portal, "the abyss order?" you asked him, "it that what this is about? are you a part of it."

to which he replied with a subtle nod.

you shook your head, this could end terribly for you. the abyss order was opposed to celestia and anything related to it, including you.

you have one too many run-ins with them... perhaps it was a part of his plan? has he been watching you for that long?

were you being targeted by the abyss order?

a sudden fear entered your body and caused you to turn away from the abyss prince as fast as you could and run.

the sky was darkened as a portal opened up in front of you. you were unable to avoid it and ran in.

...

the heavy wind dried the tear that rolled down your cheek.

the grass underneath you poked at your skin, causing you to turn uncomfortably. your cries had lessened and instead of crying, you lay there, accepting your defeat.

with each blow of the wind, it seemed to whisper "aether," softly each time it passed your ear but you were far too disoriented to understand.

you began whispering along with the wind, mindlessly repeating the word "aether" over and over again, as your tears soon picked up again.

and so the "timeless" loop began with seemingly no end.

it went on, over and over again, but aether had nothing to lose, not even time. watching you, seeing you, being with you after being without you for so long was nice.

having you hold onto him, say his name and look at him, truly acknowledge him was more than he could ever ask for.

he almost didn't want to you tell him where you were from, so the loop could go on and on forever and he could continue to see you and be with you forever.

because after watching you, he grew to like you... a lot.

"aether," you cried, your voice faint but he could hear you and so he approached you, perhaps things would be different this time.

you were fully aware of what was happening, the time loops were beginning to exhaust you, he could tell.

"aether," you reached out and grabbed his arm, holding onto him as if you'd lose him, and he placed his hand over yours, just like the other times.

but... something was different, your grip was tighter and your eyes were tearless. "so tired," you whispered, and your nails began to penetrate the skin on aether's arm.

"tell me-"

"c... celestia."

the abyss prince stilled, his eyes widened unable to hide his shock, "(y/n)... is that true."

your grip tightened, as you whispered, "can't go back, please" your eyes met his and he looked down at you, unable to process his feelings.

but he knew that he still liked you, he liked you a lot. "they... will be ma-"

"I'll make sure nothing happens to you, but from now on, I need you to help me," aether grabbed his free hand around your arm and made you sit up.

you were hesitating- you still loved tevet and didn't want to be the reason for anything bad happening but after a minute, it seemed that you had no choice and nodded.

and aether helped you up and brought you towards a portal and you followed him in.

...

you woke up in a bed, a soft static sound playing in the distance. a pair of fingers repeatedly grazed your cheek, as a disoriented voice spoke to you.

but something was different, you didn't hear the sound of birds chirping outside of your window. your eyes opened and you looked around.

aether sat beside you, his hand resting on your cheek. you're in your bedroom? what about celestia, you sat up abruptly, "w-what about-"

"(y/n), stop. don't mention it. nothing has happened to you, you're still safe," aether smiled at you softly, as he pulled his hand back.

"what? where am i?" the static sound put you off, something wasn't normal, and no matter how normal things look, something was wrong.

"oh... you've already figured it out... you're still in the abyss and you'll stay here until I'm sure that it's safe for you to leave."

which happened to be never. he planned to keep you here until tevet met its end and maybe even after.

because he actually really likes you.

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Begin Again

Jake x MC Fluffy One Shot

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It’s Jake’s first day at his new job. His nerves are getting the best of him, but MC knows just what to say and do to get him out of his head. A new beginning, the promise of peace and safety.

The ending of my story made me want to return to these two. While I prepare for my sequel, it was fun and peaceful to write something fluffy again! It’s more tooth rotting fluff and romance! I hope you enjoy it 🥰❤️

Jake

His inner critic was very loud that morning. It was desperately trying to save him from making mistakes, but all it gave him was anxiety, doubt, and misplaced shame. The man looking back at him in the mirror was not the one he was accustomed to. Gaunt, grey and terrified was how he used to look. A specter in human skin who lived in the shadows. Now, a glaze to his eyes spoke of a kinder life and peace, but the harsh line of his tensed jaw and the frown between his brows gave away his fear. He could hear her padding around the kitchen as he finished brushing his teeth and rinsed his mouth, ensuring his hair wasn’t too unkempt before he left the sanctuary of the bathroom to gather his things. Today was no ordinary day. He was starting his new job, the first in five years and one he was semi-confident he would excel at, but his social battery worried him. Would it hold enough charge for an eight-hour workday? He wasn’t entirely sure.

She insisted he spend the night so she could see him off on his first day, and she woke him with his preferred black coffee and two slices of buttered toast. His stomach was a nest of snakes, and she seemed to know he couldn’t stomach anything else. It had settled him somewhat, and her tender, loving touches and smiles helped more. Still, there was a definite tremble in his hands as he packed the forms he had filled in with his shiny new bank details and hunted for his favorite pen, which he found tucked behind her ear as she entered the bedroom to see how he was getting on. She gave it to him with a sheepish smile, and he chuckled at the pink flush on her cheeks.

“You look like a professional.” She teased, eyeing his freshly pressed shirt and black trousers.

“I don’t think they’d appreciate me turning up in a hoodie and jeans,” He said.

“Hmm, they don’t know what they’re missing.” She laughed but quickly stopped as she sensed the tension in him.

“Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re about to be sick.”

Jake swallowed hard, head shaking as he drew in a tight breath, “I’m... terrified. What if I fuck it up? What if they find out what I did? What if-”

“Jake. Breathe,” Her hands were on his shoulders as she looked him in the eye, “Let’s try something different. What if none of that happens, and you love it? What if this is what you need to finally feel safe? You won’t know for sure until you’re there. Don’t ruin it before you get started.”

He knew she was right, but there was an iron band around his chest and a dead weight in his feet that kept him rooted to the floor. He didn’t want to let her down. Wanted to build a life with her, and to do it, he needed a job, and he was very aware of all the ways it could go wrong. Taking a steadying breath, he shook out his tingling hands and nodded, hoping he looked braver than he felt.

“I just hate being scared of everything. It makes me feel useless, weak,” He admitted in a whisper, watching as her brows furrowed. That spark ignited in her eyes, the one that always appeared when he was being too hard on himself.

“I’d be more concerned if you weren’t anxious or nervous. It’s normal to be afraid of something new, especially after what you went through. But Jake, the only time you can ever be brave is when you’re afraid. It doesn’t make you useless. It makes you strong and courageous because you’ll do it in spite of your fear.”

There was nothing but stolid belief and conviction in her tone as she stared up at him, a soft smile on her plush mouth, and he knew she was right and he would adapt like he always did.

“How do you always know the right thing to say?” He wondered aloud and she winked, pushing up on her toes to kiss his cheek before turning to leave the bedroom. Her response was tossed over her shoulder before she walked out the door.

“I just say what I wish people told me whenever I was afraid or anxious. And I know you better than anyone. You just needed someone to remind you who you are.”

Shaking his head, Jake didn’t question it or the calmness she left behind as he zipped his work bag shut and carried it through to the living room. She was waiting for him, a coy smile on her lips as she handed him a lunch bag and ducked her head. His heart swelled and warmed, touched that someone wanted to take care of him. Her quiet care for those she loved was the most beautiful thing about her. He tried to open it, but she stopped him, a note of alarm in her voice that made him arch a brow.

“Wait until lunchtime to open it. I could barely close it; it’ll explode all over the place, and you’ll be late if you don’t hurry.” She rambled, not meeting his eye, and though he wanted to question her, she was right. He had to leave.

“Thank you. I’ll let you know how it goes when I get home. I love you.” He murmured and kissed her softly, smiling into it as she sighed happily.

Parting with the promise of spending another night together, Jake grabbed his car keys and belongings and headed out the door. She stood in the doorway waving and grinning as he backed out of her driveway and onto the main road, beeping the horn before he steeled his spine and followed the GPS to his new workplace. The drive seemed to pass almost instantly. Like he blinked and he was there, he hoped the day went by just as quickly. The parking lot was already filling up, and he had to circle it a few times, his heart rate climbing higher with every turn. Once he found a parking space, he double-checked he had all he needed and got out of the car, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket as he walked toward the building. Pulling it out, he saw her name and smiled as he opened it.

MC: Good luck, love. You’ll smash it. I’ll help you forget all about it tonight ;-)

Jake: Thank you. Enjoy your day, and I’ll hold you to that. :-)

He turned it off as he entered the building, schooling his features into what he hoped was a welcoming smile as he approached the front desk and gave the receptionist his name. The kindly older woman grinned at him and directed him to his floor, handing him a passkey with his photo, name, and title already on it. Security analyst. It sounded very official, and he couldn’t help his wry chuckle as he took the elevator to meet with his boss. If Jake from two years ago could see him now… He’d barely left the elevator when his name was called. He recognized the man’s baritone voice and whirled to face his new employer. His name was Harvey. He was a sauve and perfectly put-together man in his mid-forties. His suit must’ve cost at least a couple month's wages. Jake felt like a boy around him but knew it was in his head as the man gestured for him to follow him inside his office.

Once he was seated, Harvey gave him a lengthy rundown of all that was expected of him and how desperately they needed his help and expertise. It was overwhelming, but he managed to stay on track and digest the urgency of the situation. Jake nodded and asked a few questions, mainly listening as Harvey explained the flaws in their systems and the temporary patches they had in place. It would not hold forever, and Jake’s job was to close all holes and ensure everything ran smoothly. He was being paid handsomely for it and knew he could do it. It was the human aspect of the job he worried over, but he’d cross that bridge when he came to it. There was no point in borrowing problems from the future when the present held more than enough to keep him occupied. His boss seemed to deflate with relief when Jake told him the ideas he’d already had. Still, he wanted to get familiar with the systems before implementing anything. Harvey was amenable to that, and soon, they were on their way to Jake’s new office. An office. His time spent in dingy motels while searching for Hannah felt like another life as he surveyed the room.

“I’ll let you set yourself up and get a feel for it. If you have any problems or questions, call my office. We’re glad to have you here.” Harvey said with a smile.

Jake thanked him again and returned his goodbye as Harvey closed the door and left him to it. He slumped into his new chair and blew out a breath as he turned his computer on and signed into his work account. He soon forgot to be nervous as the familiar feel of the keys under his fingers and their comforting clacking filled the quiet room, reminding him of being at home. Working on his laptop while she flitted around the house or kept him company. The morning passed in a blur of very little in the way of progress, but he learned a lot more than he thought he would take in on his first day. The size of the company was an issue. As was the fact employees took work laptops home. That wasn’t his problem yet, and he soon began compiling a list of the most glaring, dangerous issues. He sent an email containing his findings to his boss, checked the time, and was surprised to see it was already lunchtime. He didn’t want to leave the safety of his office and decided to eat there for the day at least. Socializing could wait until he got his feet under him.

Signing off for the hour, he reached under his desk for his lunch bag. He set it on his desk, carefully opening it as he remembered her strange demeanor earlier that day. He was smiling as he saw the effort she went to. Along with his well-filled sandwiches were a bag of chips, three energy drinks, and a bunch of his favorite snacks. His chest felt tight and pleasantly warm as he sent her a quick text to let her know how much he appreciated her. He was happily eating a sandwich when he pulled the bag of chips out to add some to it and saw the note at the bottom of the bag. His heart kicked up as he picked it up and read it.

No matter what your silly brain tells you,

you are excellent at everything you do and can do this.

I am so proud of you I could cry.

You have strengthened me in my weakest moments.

I plan to always do the same for you.

Don’t forget how happy you make me.

Enjoy your lunch.

I love you.

His vision swam as he read it again and again. She was always surprising him. He never knew what was next with her, and he liked it, no, he loved it. She shook him out of his rigid numbness and convinced him he could have and be more. She was a balm to his every wound, and he knew she felt the same about him. He saw it in the way she went soft around him, all smiles and gentle kisses. Even when they disagreed, she was never cruel or harsh. She stood her ground, made her argument, and always listened to his side. They were a team, and he was doing this job to make sure that the life they dreamed of came true and she never had to worry about him again. He barely tasted his lunch after that, time passing swiftly as he thought of everything he would say when he got home.

The rest of the work day went as quickly as the morning had, and Jake felt lighter and more sure of himself as he closed everything down and left his office. Harvey wished him a pleasant evening as Jake poked his head into his office to say goodbye and thanked him for the opportunity. He was in his car and on the road home within minutes, music blaring, and the window rolled down as the sun made the tarmac shimmer. Fresh air filled his lungs, and he breathed much easier now the day was behind him. She would already be finished work, and he knew where she would be as he neared her house and slowed to turn into the driveway. Seeing the side gate was unlocked, he knew his hunch was correct and hurried out of the car to find her. Her garden was half-wild and half-tamed. Long grass and tidy borders filled with carefully selected plants and flowers. Birds chittered in the trees lining the back of it, and she was on her knees before a flower bed, hair tied back in a messy bun as she pruned the rose bushes. Their sweet scent hung heavy in the summer air as he approached and admired her in her element.

Bees buzzed around the flowers as he announced his presence so he didn’t frighten her; their fuzzy jackets were weighed down with pollen as they jumped from bloom to bloom. As she turned to him and saw him smiling, her shoulders relaxed, and her eyes softened as she got to her feet and took off her gloves, tossing them on the ground as she came to him. No hesitation, no second guessing, she invaded his personal space and gave a satisfied little sigh. Her arms wound around his waist. She smelled like earth, grass, and roses, a fragrant perfume he wished he could bottle.

“Well, how was it? Was anyone mean to you?” She laughed as he wrapped his arms around her and shook his head.

“It was... good. I think I’ll like it there. And no, cheeky, they were nice.”

“See, I knew you would do great.” She said, watching his face for any sign of discontent and finding none.

“I especially enjoyed the food you packed for me,” He hedged, delighted to see a blush creeping up her neck as she avoided his eye.

“Did you now?”

“I did. Someone left me a really encouraging note. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

She shrugged, eyes twinkling as she said, “I haven’t the slightest inkling. What did it say?”

“That you are proud of me and love me. Some other things too, but I don’t want you to get any redder than you already are,” he teased, kissing her forehead as she hummed and cleared her throat.

“I suppose it’s all true... Tell me, did it help?” She asked, and he nodded.

“It did. Thank you, you’re far too good to me.”

She shook her head vehemently, “Nope. None of that. You’re more than enough for me. If I have to tell you -”

He laughed as he cut her off with a kiss that made her melt into him and clutch his shirt in two tight fists. He would never tire of kissing her. That he was able to whenever he wanted felt like a gift, and he would not waste it, not for a second. He’d already spent years of his life as a ghost, he refused to do so again. The feel and scent of her were all he knew as he possessed her mouth and knew this was where he was meant to be. They were only at the beginning. There were so many years and opportunities ahead of them, and he could choose the things that made him happy, not what kept him free of his pursuers. That was the most exciting thing of all, and he couldn’t wait to make mistakes that wouldn’t end his life or put him in jail. Just wanted to make those normal mess-ups that one could learn from. He hadn’t been able to do that in so long. It felt silly to look forward to such a thing, but he knew what life was like without it, and it wasn’t worth it. The world was theirs for the taking, and he knew they would make it to whatever end they wanted. Together, always together. And whether the weather be frost, rain, or sunshine, they would be each other’s shelter. It was a vow he was only too happy to keep.

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Thank you for reading! And if you reblog or comment, thank you so much for that, too! I am so grateful to you. I hope you enjoyed it 🥰❤️

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