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readychilledwine · 4 months

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Runaway Love

Summary - Amren and Rhysand's sister have begun to grow closer since Feyre took her duties from her. Amren, seeing she's hurting and needing time away, invites her friend to Summer, she just didn't plan on happened next or having to explain it to Rhysand - Tarquin x Rhysand's Sister reader - told from Amren's pov

Warnings - none I can think of. Lots of italics?

A/N - a side from some Tamlin smut, we are at the end of my maternity celebration, which means we will go back to our regular updates 💜 part of me wants to turn these two into more, but that may be a project for another day

Amren watched from the hill as Tarquin and you sat facing each other in the sand. Your foreheads were rested against each other, fingers laced together.

You two had done the one thing your brother had made Amren promise to prevent from happening. You two had left the seaside Palace late in the night, when everyone else was fast asleep and gotten married on the very beach Tarquin now held you on. Married under the watchful gaze of Summer’s high priestess and the stars.

By time Varian and Amren had found you, the ceremony was done. Vows had been exchanged, the kiss had been shared, the priestess had left. You two had been there, standing as the waves lapped your glittering white dress, just staring at each other.

A throat cleared next to her, turning to her own lover the ancient being sighed. “How will you tell him,” He asked softly. “He will want to know why she refused to come home.”

Amren looked down at you again, a smile forming on her lips as Tarquin tilted your chin up and kissed you. “I will tell him the truth.”

Rhys sat down, Feyre having left the room with Nyx as soon as tension began Building over Amren's avoidance of her mate's questions.

Violet eyes stared at her, waiting for an answer to the question that was hanging in the air like a cold unwelcome breeze. Rhysand rose a brow to Amren and Varian. “Do not make me ask again.”

Amren finally answered, voice showing no signs of emotion as she sighed. “She is not coming back. She is staying in Summer with Tarquin.”

Rhysand's gaze darkened, “And why Amren, did you as her chaperone allow her to make that decision?”

Varian answered, feeling the need to defend his own lover. “Your sister is a grown female. She does not require permission from-”

Rhys growled, gaze going to the visitor in his court. “I did not ask you. I asked my second in command why SHE did not perform her duty to protect my sister and bring her home.”

Something in Amren snapped in that moment. Her loyalty to y/n coming forward.

She couldn't help but to growl at the High Lord as Varian shifted uncomfortable next to her. "When was the last time you paid attention to her, boy? The last time you actually listened to one of her mission reports instead of telling her to leave it in your office?”

Rhys opened his mouth to defend himself only to pause as Amren snarled at him. "You have not given y/n a single ounce of care since your mate came. You even stripped her of her duties to her home and court so your mate would have a place." Amren settled back into the chair, not even realizing she had stood in her anger until Varian gently grabbed her small hand in his.

"They married, Rhysand." He said softly. "Unless you plan on ripping the bride of the High Lord of Summer away and starting a war, there is nothing you can do but ask to visit.”

The High Lord's face fell. “They-” He shook his head, “She wouldn't have willingly married him without myself, Azriel, and Cassian there.”

Amren looked at him again, her eyes then lingering on Rhysand's wedding band. “There was a time where she believed the same of you.”

His head hung in shame. “Show me.”

They both shook their heads. “We weren't there,” Amren said calmly. “They knew I had specific orders and made the choice to get married in the dead of night. By time we found them, it was done.”

Rhys stood turning away and walking to the window to hide the tears that were about to fall. “Then show me them leading up to the decision. Show me she is happy.”

Amren couldn't help the small smile, a rare thing gracing her face, as she thought back to their first day in Summer.

Tarquin smiled down at Amren, welcoming her back to Summer as he motioned towards the veranda where a table was set for 4. Cressida was there already, eyes wide as she stared behind Varian.

She stood immediately, telling a servant to get another chair and moving so she would not be at her cousin's right hand. "I brought another guest with me,” Amren stated coolly. “I hope you do not mind.”

A soft gasp was heard, followed by the voice that would haunt the Night Court until they heard it again. “Amren! You did not warn him you were bringing me? You-”

Tarquin was moving to her, to his mate, immediately, taking her soft hands into his. “Y/n,” his voice was breathless as he studied you. Eyes locking on your own the second he had decided you were well. “This is the most wonderful surprise. Even the sea has become more fair in your presence.”

Amren chuckled as a blush spread from your cheeks to your softly pointed ears. “I believe your seas only reflect their master's emotions, Tarquin,” you stated softly.

“Then they calm while my heart races at the sight of you alone.”

Varian had his own favorite memory in mind. One from a night spent on the Pleasure Barge.

Varian watched like a hawk ready to attack anyone who may approach you or Amren. The two of you had your arms linked, whispering secrets to each other as he watched the sheer skirts you two wore sway in the soft salty breeze.

You had not been on the barge before, having been banned from it during your last visit by Rhysand, and the two older fae were excited to bring you to watch the activities taking place.

Tarquin had come beforehand, ensuring the private balcony you would be watching from was perfect for his mate.Varian knocked on the door as Amren told you to behave as she went to their own balcony.

He opened the door and ushered you in. “I trust you have an idea of what will be happening here tonight?” Varian led you in by your waist, holding you close to him as the guards watched. “If at any point you are uncomfortable, tell my cousin.” You nodded, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you stared ahead.

Tarquin was standing there, his back to you two as he moved pillows exactly how he wanted them for the night. He had brought in expensive champagne for the two of you, chocolate covered fruits, flowers.

It was clear to Varian you had never been truly courted in that moment. You had never had another fae ensuring everything was perfect for you and you alone. That they had brought the best for you and you alone. He bent down to your ear, “Be good, little star.”

Amren had thought of another memory, smiling again as she heard your laughter echoing in her mind.

Varian and Amren had found a shady spot on the beach, enjoying cool wine and fresh fruits and cheeses on the beautiful, warm day.

The ocean was gorgeous today. Soft waves rolling in, a breeze cooling the air.

That same breeze carried your laughter as Tarquin chased you through the sand. The two of you had just come out of the water after you had decided a swim was absolutely a must.

Amren immediately froze as you screamed, panic setting in until she realized it was because Tarquin had caught you and lifted you into his arms. Your back was to his chest, legs kicking out as your head fell back and your laughter filled the air again.

“He's moved her things into his room,” Cresseida mumbled. “Tell me, dear Amren. How will Rhysand feel about his precious baby sister breaking all of his rules while she's here without him? Sleeping in Tarquin's bed. Wearing a Summer Crown. She is sitting with him during court meetings. Need I bring up the nights on the barge?”

“Let them be, sister.”

“Do you plan on dealing with him if be storms here with his Illyrians in tow?”

Amren rolled her eyes. “Rhysand has hardly paid y/n a single mind since Feyre came to the Night Court. She was brought here on that first visit as a distraction without knowing what was happening. If Rhys wants to be upset, he can speak with me.”

Tarquin was carrying you over, holding you bridal style as he smiled down at you. The tail end of his sentence could be heard. “Tonight then?”

“Tonight,” you whispered.

“And then they married,” Rhysand concluded at the end of Amren's memory. He sat back down, head in his hands. “Did-” his throat tightened as Azriel and Cassian walked in. “Did she look beautiful?”

“Breath taking,” the Summer general answered immediately.

Amren ran to the hillside by the beach they had spent the day on. “No no no no,” she kept muttering under her breath. “This damn girl-”

Varian shot an arm out to stop her. “Do not say-"

“It's done, my goddess.” He pointed down the beach. There, just barely in the water, you and Tarquin stood. He had both hands cradling your face as he kissed you. The white dress you had packed, the one that was lightweight and shimmered like glitter, was sparkling until the light of the full moon. Your hands were resting on Tarquin's chest, hair flowing in the wind.

You were glowing, like starlight during Starfall, as your foreheads came to rest together. Varian sat in the grass, pulling Amren down with him as he did. “Beautiful little creature,” he said, nodding down towards you. “and her beautiful chaperone should not take this as a failure on her end.”

Cresseida joined them, tears in her eyes as she sat next to Amren. “It's the perfect ending, is it not? A runaway wedding?”

Amren shook her head as you and Tarquin turned towards them, hands held and fingers laced together. As you walked, you looked up at him and only him, trusting him to guide your feet to your friends. “No,” Amren finally said. “It is a perfect beginning.”

Silence had filled the room as Cassian sat, and Azriel just nodded. “So, she isn't coming home then,” Cassian said slowly. “And our little sister now resides over a court I am banned from.”

Azriel nodded, moving to the window Rhys had previously stood in front of. “Did she say anything to you before you left, Amren?” Azriel looked over his shoulder at her. “Anything at all?”

Varian nodded. “Be happy,” the couple said together. “Be happy and take the leap.”

Amren held her own left hand up. There sat a sparkling large diamond centered in gold and rubies. “I will be packing my things as well, High Lord.”

Rhysand sighed heavily, nodding. “Do you plan on a year-long engagement?” The two nodded. “I am happy for you, both of you.”

“And your sister?”

Rhysand shook his head. “Her I will deal with later.”

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 19 days

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Hello there! 👋🏽 If you don’t mind, I was wondering if I could make a request with Tech? With maybe a bookworm reader if that’s okay? I feel like it would be a cute dynamic! Thank you and have a good day! 🙏🙌

Bookworm

Tech x Reader

Summary- You and Tech have a moment alone on The Marauder. What better way to spend it than reading! Accompanied by Tech on his datapad, of course.

A/N- It's totally okay!!! I figured the best format for this kind of request was bullet point- but I am not very good at those. So, i compromised with this! Hope you enjoy, thanks for requesting!

Word Count- 990

Hunter, Omega, Wrecker, and Echo had all left the ship to go look for some dinner. A job you all completed recently left you with some spending money. You figured everyone deserved a real meal for once.

It left you and Tech alone in The Marauder. You could have easily went to hang out at Cid's bar, but you couldn't stand to be around her. You hated the way she poked fun at Tech's goggles.

Only you were allowed to call him 'goggles.'

The thought only temporarily distracted you from your book. You quickly resumed reading, only to realize you had to restart the whole page. This time actually process what you're reading! You thought to yourself.

Grumbling, you squeezed your eyes shut and straightened up in your seat. You happened to take a spot in the co-pilots chair. Tech always sat in the pilots.

"Something the matter?" Tech asks, not looking up from his datapad.

It was sweet, that he noticed your small movements. "Just trying to focus, I lost my place." You finally found a comfortable position, situating your book back in your hands.

"It can help to fidget with one hand, to increase your chances of focus." He informed, per usual.

You smiled up at him, he glanced up from the pad when he felt your gaze on him. He flashed a very brief smile- more of a grin, it was all you needed though.

You listened to him rant about his findings on 'focus' for a few minutes, knowing anyone else would have shut him up by now. Him talking never bored you or made you uncomfortable, despite many others complaining.

"Thank you, Tech." You simply said, returning to your book. He seemed pleased enough and went back to tinkering on his datapad.

A newfound silence came over, you read your book in peace. The story of the thieves with powers fighting the government amused you. What amused you more was the fact you had personally been on more dangerous missions, yet the book still captured you.

It was nice to imagine yourself in their place, even when you wouldn't change what you have for the word.

You'd go on a million death defying missions if it meant you were with Tech.

While you typically could put down over 50 pages in an hour, Tech interrupted you again. Not with any other intentions than to please you.

"Yes?" You responded after he called your name.

He reached in a compartment to the left of the console. A place Tech used to store his latest experiments.

He pulled out a neatly wrapped gift. It had swirls of color on the paper that wrapped it. He said nothing, just handed the rectangular item to you.

"For me?"

"That would be correct."

You tried to fight the corners of your mouth rising, but it was no use. Tech watched you violently, showing little expression.

You gently took the paper off, not wanting to make a mess of his careful work.

You slowly revealed it to be a new book, the fourth book in the series to the one you were just reading.

"Tech, I- I thought it was a limited edition! There was only a hundred made across the galaxy!" You looked in his deep brown eyes.

"Yes, it is." He confirmed.

"H-how did you get it!" You were baffled, the thought he put into your gift- and for no special occasion.

"It was not difficult. I was able to track all the shipping numbers to their respective planets, and when we had a mission on one- I located the book through its buyers." He said, nonchalantly. Like he didn't easily buy one of the most rare books you knew of.

"Why? Did I miss an anniversary?" You were slightly confused on why he gave you the gift. You hoped you weren't supposed to also have a gift prepared.

"Uh, no. You mentioned exactly 129 rotations ago that you wanted the book. I saw no problem in getting it." He remembered...

You were moved to small tears, now flowing down your cheeks.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes, Tech. Of course I am." You rose to your feet, throwing yourself on him in a big hug. He hugged you back. While he didn't completely understand your acclimation to physical affection- he didn't mind you doing as you pleased to him.

He gently patted your back, and you pulled away. "Thank you, i'm going to have to finish this book quickly now. I can't wait to read it..."

"You are welcome." He responded, you let him be and lifted yourself off of him. He grabbed his datapad and clicked away.

What you didn't know was that sometimes Tech would watch you read. In times like these, when you found yourself sitting or laying next to each other. You reading, him on his datapad.

He would study your face, taking in every expression. He would think about what you were reading- was it sad, happy, thrilling? Feelings were a trivial matter to him, but he was always thinking of ways to make you happy.

He loved it when you read, sometimes out loud to him. It was soothing to hear your voice when he worked on a project or was fixing a part on The Marauder.

The way you tapped your foot, or bounced your leg when you got to a complex part in a book. Or, when you were both laying down together and accidentally hit Tech in shock at a twist in the story. He loved every bit of it.

You turned back to your original book, now more determined than ever to finish it.

You did, however, catch Tech staring this time. You met his gaze, a wide smirk on your face. You couldn't help but giggle briefly. He gave you an odd look, but went back to his datapad. Just as you went back to your book.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! Requests are about to be open, just one more to fulfill! As always, I am open to constructive criticism.

Tags- (LMK if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

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theminecraftbee · 1 year

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"If you're in a time loop, blink twice," Scott says, sitting on the steps outside of Bertha's plaza.

"What?" Cleo says.

"I mean, I'm not stupid," Scott says. "When a witch of time is looking at me like I'm a dead man or something, clearly they know something I don't. I've read books."

"That's not how that works. Well, I mean, sometimes that's how that works," Cleo says, and they shake their head twice, trying to shake the cobwebs out of it. "What do you mean, looking at you like you're a dead man?"

Scott shrugs. "I mean, you were looking at me like... well, not someone you were getting curses from, is what I'm saying. Like how I think I look when..." He fidgets uncomfortably for a moment. Cleo grimaces. Alright, so they looked like the unstable necromancer when he's thinking about the thing that made him unstable. That's... probably bad news.

"Sort of like how your magic makes you all... you know. Emo," Cleo starts.

"Wow," Scott says.

"A side-effect of time magic is deja vu."

"You're not talking me out of 'I died in the time loop', for the record," Scott says.

"Not exactly? It's more like... See, time magic isn't just about, you know, reversing time. Really, I can't do that all that often. The universe likes symmetry. Time magic is about... making that symmetry happen, really. A lot of my spells, the big ones? They're pulling things over that happened in another life. Another universe. And even if it's not one I remember living, I still lived it, because I'm the Time Witch, so I'm all of them, sort of."

As they speak, they play with their abacus. Purple bursts of magic flicker and fade around it. The shadows are long this time of day (or maybe that's just Scott's general moody aura), and it makes the color stand out.

"So you're... what, remembering things that didn't happen?" Scott asks.

"Sort of?" Cleo says, shrugging. "They did happen. Just only kind of to me."

"Huh," Scott says.

They sit there for a while. It starts raining. Cleo would stop the rain - they normally do - but they're wearing their hat, and it would require getting up, and they had just helped deal with the Storm Witch, so they don't feel like burning bridges at the moment. They can get wet for a few minutes.

Scott turns to Cleo, rain dripping across his face.

"So why did you look at me like you loved me?" Scott says.

Cleo feels their heart in their throat. They look back at Scott, wide-eyed.

"What?" they say.

"Why did you - you know, like you loved me and lost me? Like that," Scott says.

"If I knew, that wouldn't be deja vu," Cleo says, after a moment. "It's not from this life. No time loop. Promise."

Scott shrugs. "I'll hold you to that. Will you do your rain thing, by the way? Getting all damp isn't good for my complexion."

"Making your makeup run?"

"Hey, I'll have you know these eyebags are all natural."

Cleo lifts up her wand. Sparks flicker across from the abacus to her hand, but she doesn't need the number from it anyway. She casts the spell to make the sun come out, and as the beams fall on her arms, it's warm, and she feels strangely safe. She doesn't look back at Scott, though. Neither of them say anything more.

#wcsmp #zombiecleo #scott smajor #a bee fic #anyway so i'm officially insane about wc!cleo. just so you know #anyway also obviously this is referencing cleo's other series because they're important here #because CLEO HAS MADE THEM CANON

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aperrywilliams · 1 year

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They Will Never (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

(Not my gif. Credits to the creator!)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer's girlfriend is jealous. During the Christmas party at their daughter's school, the other moms don’t stop hitting on him.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+; Minor DNI. Suggestive and dirty talk. Smut (fade to black) at the end of the fic. If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: I’m back!!!! This past months have been a rollercoaster in many ways. Well, talking about this fic, it could be a sequel from "That Wicked Love" multipart I wrote a while ago. Nonetheless, it could be read as a stand-alone.

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I never thought it would be easy. When I discovered that I was pregnant and Spencer wasn't going to support me, I was sure the world had ended.

There were weeks of thinking over and over again about what I would do with my life. Then I decided I would have Olivia, and that's it.

I don't regret my decision. Liv is my little girl, and I love her with all my heart, but motherhood is hard.

Since Olivia was born, my life has mostly revolved around her. Being a mother is a full-time job. But I have been managing the best I could. I continued working after she was born, and with time, some of my personal life returned too.

However, the stability of our little family was broken when a bloody bastard kidnapped my little girl two years ago. She was four back then.

That wasn't enough, though.

What were the chances of Spencer working on my daughter's kidnapping case?

I forgot to mention that I never told him I would continue my pregnancy, so it was a surprise for him to see me and know that he had indeed been a father.

Fortunately, Spencer’s team recovered Olivia and three more kids kidnapped by the same guy.

What followed was a rollercoaster of events and emotions. Spencer wanted to be in Liv’s life, and although I swore never to talk to him again, I couldn't deny my daughter of her father.

He showed regret and swore that leaving me alone while pregnant was the worst thing he had done in his life. He looked genuinely sorry, and he wanted to make it up to Olivia.

Against the odds, I let him.

He became the best dad for my girl. Since then, he has been for her at every step.

The problem? Having him close awoke those feelings I thought were buried the day he left.

I tried to ignore it. I really tried. Even if he never did something to make me uncomfortable in our co-parenting roles, I did feel off with it.

I still loved him. And months after, Spencer confessed that he still loved me too.

Would it be a bad idea? Maybe. But I left my heart to speak louder than my brain. That's why we have been dating for the past three months.

So you can guess how odd it is having your daughter’s dad as a boyfriend. Some people think we are married or living together when we are not. Others believe we are just co-parenting and don’t have a relationship.

Usually, I don't care what people think. But right now I wish things between us were clearer to the world, specifically for the moms who had Spencer cornered in the venue of this year’s school Christmas party.

Am I jealous? Yeah. But how could I not be? Spencer is the epitome of the young-hot dad, caring and lovely. And polite. Very very polite. So much so that even if he had noticed their advances, he hadn’t said anything. Maybe he likes that.

This has me overthinking, and I wouldn't say I like it because it brings all kinds of insecurity thoughts to my mind.

Right now, for example, instead of going to interrupt this obscene flirtation, I'm walking to the opposite side to check if Olivia needs anything. I can't bring myself to do something different.

It didn't help to hear part of their conversation when I was passing by a while ago.

“Your wife is a lucky girl, then,” Kimberly chimed, patting Spencer’s forearm.

“My what?” the man asked, confused.

“Your wife? Olivia's mom?” Kim explains, tilting her head. Then Spencer realizes she’s talking about me.

“Oh! No, actually, we are not married,” he corrected. God, Kimberly’s eyes go wide as if she found a gold mine. The rest of the moms there reacted in the same way.

I have nothing against that fact, but with them knowing it? It's like a door was opened. A door to the shameless coquetry, and I hate it.

I knew Spencer wouldn’t be consciously flirting with them, but seeing him laugh at their jokes and don’t even flinch when one of them gripped his forearm not only made me see red.

It was even worst: it made me self-conscious.

I know it's an irrational feeling. Of course I know there are people better than me in many things. I wouldn't pretend to be a superwoman or something close to that. But since Olivia started preschool, I have been feeling less than the other moms. At first, it was because I was raising her alone and working simultaneously. I couldn't make it to every school event or whatever they planned during the year. Now, also, there is the fact that it’s Spencer who can fulfill that role, and I still can’t. He is the cool dad with a cool job. And there are cool moms with cool jobs too, who he’s talking to at this precise moment.

Doing the math, it doesn't look like I could be up to that kind of expectation.

For the rest of the evening, I avoided being close to Spencer and the other moms. Instead, I focused on the kids and that Olivia could have fun at the party. After all, it was the primary purpose of this activity.

The ride home was mostly silent. I tried to concentrate on driving and not look at Spencer from the corner of my eye. Liv was fast asleep in the back seat.

The streets were filled with snow, and you could see the Christmas lights on the windows of each building we passed. The ambient was clearly festive, but I didn't feel or look that way.

Maybe Spencer felt something was off, but I guess he didn't want to bring it up in the car. He only made some random comments about the party, and for all of them, he got from me a curt hum in response.

When I parked, he took hold of a sleepy Olivia in his arms and helped me upstairs.

It was a well-known routine since we told Liv that Spencer was her dad, and she warmed up to him. Every time we got to my apartment after an afternoon together, he carried our daughter to her room and got her ready for bed. The little girl would open her eyes and demand a bed story from her dad.

Spencer loves reading to her, even if he knows most of the stories by heart. That's one of the many things they share as father and daughter, and I try to give them the space to do that. That's why this time, like others, I headed to the kitchen to make myself some tea.

With a mug in hand, and after switching on the Christmas tree lights, I plopped on the couch. I didn't notice before how much my feet hurt. What can I say? The afternoon’s overthinking even dimmed my body aching.

Great, now I can add ‘old and wasted’ to my self-deprecation list.

I let my eyes be entertained by the colored lights, wondering if I was being overdramatic. My thoughts were interrupted by Spencer sitting beside me.

“I couldn't finish the story, and she had already fallen asleep,” he announced, lifting my legs so they could rest on his lap. Thoughtlessly, he started rubbing my feet.

Silence took over the room. I tried to concentrate on the pleasant feeling of his hands on my aching feet, but my face sure didn't hide my sour mood.

“What's wrong?” Spencer asked cautiously, inspecting my features. I tried to play ignorant.

“Uh? What do you mean?” I lied. Spencer frowned.

“You are too quiet. You didn't say anything during the car ride, and I could tell you avoided me most of this afternoon,” he recounted.

Shit. Obviously, he noticed.

“I’m just tired,” I lied again. I didn't want to explain what was bothering me. It was silly, and I felt stupid for it. He was about to say something to question my answer, but I didn't let him.

“Maybe you should go home. I think it's better I go to bed,” I pointed, detaching my feet off his lap and sitting straight on the couch. By all means, I avoided making eye contact because I knew he would realize what I was trying to do.

During the past months, he had spent the night at mine before, but it wasn’t a habitual thing. We decided to take it slow, and neither he nor I had put pressure on that matter.

Spencer’s frown deepened, nonetheless.

“Okay. I’ll go,” he announced. “But first you need to tell me what is bothering you. I don’t bite the ‘tired’ thing,” he declared, shifting his posture on the couch to have a better look of me.

“Nothing is wrong,” I repeated, but my voice sounded even less convincing than before. The man hummed, thinking about what to say first.

“Did you know that in the US the 95% of people who are asked for a confirmation to a statement actually lie about it?” He commented. I huffed, already feeling trapped.

“Great. Now is where your 187 is displayed,” I said under my breath. It was a thought that wasn’t meant to be said at loud. But it slipped.

Spencer tilted his head.

“Hey! Now I’m worried. What happened? What did I do?” he asked in a high pitch tone, scooting to my side. I shook my head, sighing.

Maybe it was better to get clean and tell him everything.

“You - you didn't do anything. I mean, yeah. You were there, all cute and sexy. It's your fault! And they? They were all over you, gawking at you as someone looks at their prey!” I grumbled.

“They?” Spencer asked in confusion.

“The other moms, Spencer! Now you will tell me you didn't notice?” I scoffed, folding my arms over my chest and placing some distance between us on the couch.

“You mean at the party? No way. That not happened,” he refuted, shooking his head.

The bastard was denying the most obvious thing! That made anger fill my body, and I had to stand and start pacing. It was that or scream at the man.

At the loss of words, Spencer stood too, following my pace with his gaze.

I knew he could see the fuming escaping from my ears, but I didn't care.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to start. I bet my pacing in the room wasn’t helping him.

“(Y/N)...” he mumbled softly to catch my attention. I turned to see him. His confused look only fueled my irritation.

“Fuck, Spencer! How can you be so clueless? They were hitting on you! God, if it were up to them, you'd already be tied to their bed frame,” I shouted, hands waving in the air to accentuate my point.

Spencer’s eyes widened.

“What? That's not true. They were being nice. That's all,” Spencer defended. Sure, he has to be oblivious right now. I would have punched him to make him realize the truth.

“Nice, uh? I didn't know nice meant touching the guy in front of the whole people every chance they got. Or are you going to deny they did that, uh, genius?” I sneered now with my hands on my hips. My blood was boiling inside as I remembered the scene.

Spencer cleared his throat. He was recalling those details, and they were hitting him now. Cautiously he took a step forward, hands trying to reach mine.

“Hey, don’t get upset. I - I didn't see that. I’m sorry,” he said, stepping in front of me and prying my arms from their position on my hips. His fingers traced delicate patterns on the back of my palms.

“I should have seen it. I didn't think it was something like that. You know I’m pretty stupid in that kind of thing. I’m really sorry,” he apologized.

I really wanted to stay angry, but seeing those puppy dog eyes, looking intently at me made it difficult.

Argh! Why just one look from him it's all that it takes to feel my knees go weak?

“Don't look at me like that!” I protested.

“Like what?” He asked, kind of amused by the reaction he provoked in me.

“Like you were an innocent pigeon. All men are the same, honestly,” I complained, leaving the grasp of his hands. A new rush of anger came quickly. Spencer pursed his lips; he could tell the reason why I was upset wasn’t just the moms flirting with him.

Before I could turn and walk away, Spencer stopped me grabbing my hand and squeezing it gently so I could look at him.

“Please, don’t go. I’m sorry I didn't notice. But you know why I didn't? Because they are not you,” he declared, intertwining our fingers and grasping our hands with his free one. I looked at him, with some treacherous tears fighting to come out.

He continued.

“They are not you. You are the only one that can get my attention that way,” he declared, bringing my hand to his lips to kiss my knuckles.

“I’m not that special, you know?” I mumbled, pursing my lips to stop the tears.

There it was. The intrusive thought in my mind replayed over and over since it hit me this afternoon.

Spencer narrowed his eyes, realizing there was more than jealousy because of him.

“Don’t say that. Of course you are that special, and much more!” He rebutted, and I chuckled bitterly.

“Am I? I mean, why would you be happy with me when you can get a successful well-manicured super mom like them?” I pointed.

“What are you talking about? What is that thing about super moms?” he asked, now taking hold of both my hands.

I sighed. It was something that was hard to explain, even to me. I left the grasp of his hands, running mine through my hair, collecting my thoughts.

“Look. I don't expect you can fully understand it. Honestly, I think I can’t understand it either. It's just - I don’t know. Sometimes I think I’m not doing enough. I’m not a successful businesswoman with a six-year-old daughter, a nice car, all dolled up, perfect makeup, and baking cupcakes for the whole school, like Kimberly, you know?” I shrugged, feeling small and vulnerable.

Of all that people, I chose to compare myself with Kimberly Garland. The incarnation of a super mom. She was known as a successful CEO at a technological company. Mom of three and recently divorced. She always shows up to school activities, no matter what. And not only that, she actively participates, whether cooking, taking care of the ornaments and decorations, or whatever it needed.

How could you compete to that?

“And do you think that no being like her is a bad thing?” Spencer asked me.

Did I believe that? Perhaps I did.

“Maybe it is. Don’t you think Liv deserves a mom like that? Or you a girlfriend like that? I saw you talking to her today, and I couldn't stop thinking she could offer more than I could.”

It hurt to say those words out loud, but they were the ones plaguing my thoughts at the time.

Spencer's face softened. Great, now I'm sure he felt pity for me.

“She can’t. Kimberly or whoever you’re comparing to. You're an excellent mom, (Y/N). And the best girlfriend I can ask for," Spencer stated now strocking my cheek.

I felt silly making a fuss but the insecurities were there. I couldn't help it. The embarrasment made me downcast my gaze to the floor.

“My sweet girl. Look at me, please," he asked, tilting my chin up. I did so, my cheeks turning red under his gaze.

“Olivia is a lucky little girl, you know? She has the best mom in the world. A mom who loves her and would do whatever it takes so she can be happy and safe. Who cares if you can’t be in all those school activities? Not her, because she knows you love her. It doesn't matter if you are not a company CEO. You have your job, and thanks to that our daughter has had everything she needs. You took care of her alone in her first years. On top of that, you have always sought her well-being and happiness. You let me be in her life even after I hurt you years ago. I will always be grateful that you did,” he said, pulling a strand of hair behind my ear.

“She deserves having her father around,” I pointed. It was a decision that I made when we spoke again after Olivia’s kidnapping. Although my hurt feelings, I couldn't deny my daughter of her father if he genuinely wanted to be in her life. Our problems as adults didn't have to be a problem for her.

“And she deserves the wonderful mom she has,” Spencer declared, kissing my forehead. I blushed at the compliment.

“Now, regarding this relationship,” he began pointing between the two of us. “You have nothing to worry about. They don't stand a chance, and you know why? Because they don't even compare to the most beautiful, smart and brave person I've ever met. Who owns a small bookstore downtown, and my heart. The woman I fell in love with the moment I saw her—the mother of my child. Who gave this idiot a chance to be in her life again even when he didn't deserve it. They are not you, my sweet girl. They will never be, and that's why I could never even look at them the way I look at you.“

Fuck Spencer Reid and his ability with words.

“You mean it?” I asked tentatively. Still unsure if he was being serious.

“Of course I mean it. I’m here for the long run, and I hope someday - sooner or later - we can take the next step. I want everything with you, (Y/N), but I’ll go at your pace. I promise.”

I couldn't help the giggles that left my lips.

Could love make you this way? I felt lighter and confident. Spencer's words made me see that I have no reason to sulk that way.

“Keep talking like that, and you'll get the world, Dr. Reid," I stated, now wrapping my arms around his neck. He chuckled.

“I don't need to get it. I already have it with you,” he said, giving a peck to my nose.

"You're a sap," I teased.

"And you love it,” he added, leaning down to kiss me. I happily obliged and kissed him back, tightening my grasp on his neck. His hands planted on my hips to keep me steady.

The kiss deepened, and only we parted when the need for air was too much.

He looked at me with a devilish smirk on his face.

“You know?” he started, kissing my cheek and then my jaw. “There is only one bedframe I would rather be tied to right now. And there is only one person I wish would do indescribable things to me as I’m tied up at her mercy,” he whispered in my ear, and immediately, I felt shivers down my spine.

“Spencer, don’t. That's not helping,” I mumbled with my eyes fluttering shut.

“Isn’t it? Why? Are you thinking about it right now?” He teased. The bastard knew what he was doing. “You would like to see me all tied up, waiting for my sweet girl to do what she wants? Would you like to be in control and show those moms who own me?” he asked, as his lips left traces of kisses on my neck. His hot breath was hitting on my skin and making my desire grow.

“Spencer,” I moaned, lost in his words and eager for his touch.

"Tell me what you want. I'll give you anything," he whispered in my ear, hands running down my sides, giving me goosebumps.

“You. I want you.” Those words left my lips like a prayer—the utter confession of desire and pent-up tension. Spencer grunted.

“You already have me. I’m yours,” he murmured, pulling up the hem of my shirt, so his hands could sneak under to feel my skin.

“And I’m yours. Totally yours. But I need to feel you,” I confessed. I was so lost in his touch and starved for more.

Spencer understood the meaning of my words, so he kissed me hungrily, walking us backward in the direction of my room.

That night Spencer proved to me, with kisses, caresses, and words of adoration, that my insecurities were unfounded. It's true that I'm not like Kimberly Garland, but I don't have to be. I have a daughter whom I adore and who

loves me, a job that fills me with satisfaction, and a boyfriend that I love and who does an excellent job of showing me how valuable and loved I can be.

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Hii! If your still taking request i might’ve have something for you, only if you would like to make it, i just love your stories so much, and click on it when i see you have posted!!! ( it’s a Wanda x daughter!newborn y/n reader😅 kinda something)

Anyway, the storie i have thought off, was maybe that Wanda was pregnant and was about to give birth, (she’s in her late 9 month of pregnancy) when the Avengers came to rescue them, she’s in a bit of distress when they came, and feels a contraction or something, (maybe this was after they first met and she used her powers on them) the others wouldn’t help her, even tho Nat got most hit, she would help her and demand the others to help or something, and she ends up in so much pain before they reach the compound ? A little chaotic with some fluff at the end?😅

Hope this make sense, just an idea😅

Merry Christmas!

Little miracle

Y/N: newborn ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Wanda, are you sure you want to do this?" Pietro sighs, worry in his eyes as he's looking at his sister and hoping she'll change her mind.

"He has to pay for what he did to our parents, Pietro" Wanda says seriously, preparing herself for meeting the Avengers once again.

The twins and the Avengers have already had one encounter and it wasn't nice at all. The original plan of the Avengers was to take down another hydra base, but the twins showed up and made some damage on them.

The team hasn't given up though. Steve is convinced that the young siblings need help, so that's why the team is headed to the abandoned place Wanda and Pietro are hiding at.

Wanda knows though and she's determined to destroy them… specially Tony Stark as the twins blame him for their parents' death. What keeps Pietro worried is that his sister is in her last month of pregnancy. He'll soon become an uncle, but another fight with the Avengers definitely isn't good for the baby.

"They're here" Wanda announces, her nervousness becoming bigger and bigger.

She won't admit it to her brother, but she is nervous and stressed that something might go wrong and her baby would get hurt. Her stubborn self just has to avenge her parents though.

As soon as the Avengers are standing in front of them, the twins are ready to attack, a red magic ball formed in both Wanda's hands… So the fight starts, Pietro using his superspeed while Wanda's using her mind-reading abilities, getting into their minds and showing them their worst fears or memories. Though suddenly something just doesn't feel right. A sudden pain makes Wanda let out a groan.

"Wanda?" Pietro looks over at his sister concerned, immediately making his way over to her.

"I'm good, it was just- ahhh" Another contraction interrupts Wanda's sentence, making her immediately put her hand under her stomach.

"Wanda" Pietro wraps his arm around his sister, not knowing what to do at all while the Avengers are either deep in their thoughts or watching the siblings confused.

"It's nothing, it's no- oh my god" Wanda groans, digging her nails into her brother's arm as another contraction hits, making him hiss in pain. "My water just broke! Do something, Pietro!" She raises her voice, nearly dropping down to her knees if Pietro wouldn't hold her.

"So, hmm… Are we fighting or not?" Tony asks, interrupting this uncomfortable moment.

"I can't do this, Pietro. I can't" Wanda whispers, panicking as her contractions are picking up on speed.

As Wanda lets out another loud groan, Natasha's up on her feet again, shaking her head to get rid off the horrible memory Wanda made her see.

"She's giving birth" Natasha say, slowly making her way over to the twins with her arms up to show them she's there to help.

"Pietro" Wanda whispers, looking at the Avenger that's walking closer, making her brother turn around and spot the redhead.

"I wanna help" Natasha assures, still keeping her arms up, so worried Pietro just nods as he has absolutely no idea what to do. "You need to breath, Wanda. Breath with me" She says softly, taking a hold of Wanda's hand and trying to get the young girl to breath properly. "Don't stand there like that! Help me get her to the jet!" She orders to her team members quickly before looking back at Wanda. "That's it, you're doing great"

The Avengers are quick to listen, Steve helping Pietro to get the young witch to the jet while Clint's already in the jet, ready to set off to the compound.

"I'm not ready, I don't think I can do it" Wanda whispers as soon as she's sitting in the jet, tears filling her eyes as she's gripping her brother's and Natasha's hands.

"Of course you can, Wanda. Everything will be okay. You'll have your baby son or daughter soon" Natasha gives the scared girl a soft smile, rubbing her knuckles with her thumb before Wanda squeezes her hand once again as another contraction comes, making both Natasha and Pietro let out groan.

"Daughter. It's a girl" Wanda whispers.

"Oh, a girl? See, you'll have your baby daughter soon. Have you thought about a name already?" Natasha continues the conversation, trying to distract Wanda from the pain.

"Mhm. Y/N… Y/N Maximoff" A small smile forms on Wanda's face, loving the name she's chosen for her baby girl.

"That's a beautiful name. Did you choose it?"

"Yeah, I- aaah. Oh my god, are we there yet?!"

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"Few more pushes" The doctor informs, trying to encourage Wanda, thought the witch feels exhausted as ever.

Pietro being the supportive brother he is, he agreed he'd be there with Wanda the whole time. Though it looks like he overestimated himself as he got soon replaced by Natasha.

"I don't think I can do it, I can't anymore" Wanda nearly whispers, tears slowly running down her cheeks.

"Of course you can, Wanda. I know we don't really know each other, but I just know you can do it. You're such a strong girl" Natasha encourages, giving Wanda a soft smile.

"Let's push on three, okay?" The doctor says on which Wanda nods. "Good… One, two, three. Push"

Wanda squeezes her eyes shut, trying to push as much as she can while squeezing Natasha's hand for her dear life.

"You're doing so good, let's go again. One, two, three. Push" The doctor says on which Wanda repeats her actions as good as she can, Natasha trying not to hiss in pain from Wanda's tight grip over her hand.

As soon as the room fill baby cries, Wanda rests her head on the pillow, completely exhausted.

"You did it" Natasha smiles warmly, wiping away the tear that's escaped her eye. It doesn't happen often when Natasha gets emotional.

"Are you ready to see your daughter?" The doctor asks with a smile, handing Wanda the little one wrapped in a pink blanket.

"Oh hi" Wanda smiles, tears forming in her eyes once again, Natasha smiling at the sight. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. I'm your mommy" The brunette whispers, tears running down her cheeks while she's rubbing her daughter's small knuckles with her finger. "I love you so much, Y/N/N. Mommy will always protect you, I promise"

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I've never written about giving birth, so hopefully it's not too bad xd

I'm so glad that you enjoy my stories!! This makes me so happy!! <;33

Thank you for reading and liking! <;33

Merry Christmas!!! <;33

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straykids-gives-me-life · 1 year

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Straykids when you feel uncomfortable around a guy at a bar

⩤ Chan ⩥

i feel like most people forget how much chan actually cares about people.

so when it comes to you, the second you say you feel the slightest bit off, he wont leave your side.

"which guy, baby?"

when you've pointed him out, chan will be sending him death glares the whole night.

when he gets up to go to the bathroom, he'll take his drink and "fall" near the guy, spilling beer all over him.

"oh! so sorry about that mate"

comes back over to you with a proud smirk on his face.

⩤ Minho ⩥

this man will go from having the biggest smile on his face to the most angriest frown you've ever seen.

you'll tell him that his looks are making you a little uncomfortable and he will go full on protection mode.

he won't be afraid to speak to him either.

and by speak to him I mean hurl insults at him across the bar.

"hey asshole! stay away from my girl, alright?"

will not let you out of his sight for more than five seconds after that.

⩤ Changbin ⩥

changbin would go over and have the most aggressive conversation of his life with that guy.

if he still carries on staring at you like he was, changbin will have no problem with grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and yelling in his face to leave you alone.

"look at her one more time, you're dead. understand?"

that guy would go on to never spare a glance at you again :)

to changbin, that's the mission accomplished.

⩤ Hyunjin ⩥

would get super pissed but be more subtle than maybe changbin and lee know.

i mean, hyunjin would feel the need to go over and gouge his eyes out with a teaspoon for making you feel uncomfortable but unfortunately murder is illegal so 🤷‍♀️

he would stare into the back of the guy's head until his eyes started to water.

when the man would turn to look at you again, hyunjin would simply click his fingers and spin his finger in a circular motion, telling the guy to turn right back around again because you were his and wanted nothing to do with him.

and that's on having a hot asf and chill ass bf <3

⩤ Han ⩥

pre-debut han would make an appearance.

this man would feel so awful for not noticing but then so angry that it happened.

especially to you.

he would, with no hesitation, go over there, sit next to him and scream in his face for like twenty minutes before coming back over to you and the guys and acting like nothing happened.

and trust me, if that guy did it again, his head would end up in a cement wall :)

⩤ Felix ⩥

would spend more time comforting you than actually staring out the guy but oh well.

we love a caring bf <3

if he himself caught the guy looking at you, he would do the tongue thing where he puts his tongue behind his cheek and ughsfsfssfssjafgiasbfia.

^sorry that just makes me feel some kind of way.

he hates yelling at people so he would try and stay calm but the more that he does it, the angrier felix gets.

he eventually goes off and gets you all kicked out but oh well.

better than being perved on.

⩤ Seungmin ⩥

he would be so fucking sassy oml.

would sit directly behind the guy so every time he goes to look at you, seungmin will come in with:

"can i help?"

he would be sending him so many dirty ass looks.

seungmin would definitely go up behind you and stand directly in his line of vision to piss him off even more.

"turn the fuck around. pervert."

he slays tho tbf.

⩤ Jeongin ⩥

he'd go from innocent to defensive real quick.

his hands would go even veinier and he would be pushing his hair back every five seconds.

this man would be so fucking annoyed that he would start snapping at all of the guys.

it's not like he meant to it's just he hated how that man was looking at you.

he wouldn't be able to resist not going up.

jeongin would instantly grab the guy by his shirt, pull him up out of his seat and drag him out, shutting the door on him.

"you even think about her again and I'll kill you."

A/N: my ask me anything is always open to pls pls pls send in requests for these or any ideas for the skz fake texts. i'd love to hear your ideas and it would rlly help me out. love you all sm and have a good day <3

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ghostlynachopanda · 1 year

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For you

a/n: my friend said I'm starting to gain obvious muscle so like big happy :)) there's no hope for my sleep schedule, I wrote this one at 4am lol. it's short but enjoy this one pals

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

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Wednesday was annoyed. She has watched Xavier follow you around like a lost puppy all day. The urge to dismember him grew every time he leaned close to you in class. The desire to cut off his tongue grew when he said something that made you laugh. An urge to kill him came to a head when she saw him smirk at her when your full attention was on him. Wednesday didn't see a problem if he were to disappear or simply die.

You normally enjoyed your free period. It was time you got to spend alone with Wednesday throughout the day. You two could just sit in the library and read a book or sit in the quad and softly talk about whatever came to mind. But you couldn’t, Xavier was there this time.

For some unknown reason, he has been around you all day. Sure, he's nice company but only to an extent. You could only handle so much of him before getting tired, and you reached that point a long time ago. You were just being nice at this point, not wanting to hurt his feelings. So when you saw Wednesday sitting for you at your usual table in the quad you couldn't help the relieved smile that made its way onto your face.

You walked over to her and took your normal spot across from her. You're putting your bag down and start, "You wouldn't believe-"

You're cut off by someone suddenly claiming the seat next to you. You didn’t need to look to know who it was. The irritated look Wednesday wore was enough to know it was Xavier. A voice that grew annoying hours earlier spoke, "Hey guys, what’s up?"

"What are you doing?" Wednesday asked, anger laced in her words.

"What's it look like?" he responded throwing an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into the side of his body, "I'm hanging out with a couple of friends,"

Wednesday's eyes looked positively murderous. Her fingers twitched to dislocate his shoulder, push his arm off you, to pull you to the open seat next to her. She watched you closely. You were tense, obviously uncomfortable, but you weren't doing anything about it.

"Move your arm," Wednesday said threateningly.

"What?" Xavier asked, confused.

"Move your arm if you want to keep it," Wednesday replied, fury easily read in her tone.

She watched as he chuckled awkwardly before slowly returning his arm to his side. She watched you ever so gently sigh and sag your shoulders. An unpleasant silence surrounded the three of you, no one willing to break it. You looked up to meet Wednesday's gaze and saw her signal to the seat next to her.

You perked up a bit at the implication, quickly standing up to move to the other side of the table. As you reach for your bag a hand reaches to grab yours, stopping you in your tracks. You hardly have time to register the hand on your arm before it's gone. Looking up to find Wednesday bending Xavier's wrist at an odd angle, no doubt hurting him.

"You must not value your hand," she said lowly, eyes wide with homicidal intent. All he can manage is a small yelp before she's putting more pressure on it.

"Dude, let go." Xavier says, going ignored by the two of you.

She looks to you next and says, "I'll kill him for you,"

Xavier's hand starts to wiggle, trying to lessen Wednesday's grip. All it does is cause her to tighten her grip, "Let me kill him for you,"

"Let go of me," Xavier said weakly, his voice tight with pain. Now fully pulling his wrist to get away from her, she doesn't budge. Wednesday never once took her eyes off you, waiting for your answer.

"Wednesday-" you start but are cut off.

"He touched you, made you uncomfortable. Let me kill him," she said browbeating.

You see Xavier looking at you with helpless eyes, looking for you to do something. The look causes you to shake your head, not wanting to get in the middle of this. Either answer will anger the opposite person, but having Wednesday be arrested for murder is far worse than an annoying Xavier.

"Let him go Wednesday," you said softly, seeing her eyes widen with something akin to betrayal. She scowls before turning to him and saying, "Touch her again and she won't be able to save you."

You see relief cross his face before pain quickly overtakes it and the quiet air is disturbed by a peculiar pop. She releases his wrist then, watching in satisfaction as it reddens and starts to swell. Xavier stands and cradles his wrist before looking at Wednesday, "You're fucking crazy" he mutters while angrily brushing past her.

You both watch him leave, making sure he wouldn't come back. When he is no longer visible she turns to you, "Why didn't you let me kill him?"

"Murder charges aren't going to look good on your record," you replied.

"I already have attempted murder on there," she mutters under her breath.

"I could easily get away with murdering him. No one would even notice his absence" her answer makes you shake your head.

"Still, murdering someone seems excessive"

"Not when that person obviously made you uncomfortable," she said as if it was common sense.

"Wednesday.." you rebutted, reprimanding in your tone.

She looks at you for a moment, seeing the resolve in your eyes. It appears you wouldn't let her kill anyone for your sake. How unfortunate. Wednesday looks down at the grass before asking, "Are you alright?"

The question makes you want to chuckle, she just seemingly broke his wrist just because he made you uncomfortable. You ask, "Why did you do that?"

"I simply left him with a parting gift. He'll remember to keep his hands to himself next time," she says evenly, eyeing you to make sure you weren't uncomfortable or uneasy.

You look down at the grass, shyly smiling while shaking your head, "Let's not jump the gun next time, okay?"

"I didn't 'jump the gun', I acted accordingly. No one should be allowed to make you uncomfortable or touch you so casually." she said factually.

"That is still not a reason to harm a classmate," you refuted.

Wednesday clenched her jaw and drew in a breath. She would kill for you, even if you told her not to. It just wouldn't be in front of you. She looked at you, eyes narrowing slightly, "He would've done it again if I didn't do anything."

"I know that, but there are other ways to handle a situation like that."

"Of course, murder."

"Wednesday, no"

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m00nlight-ramblings · 6 months

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A Friend

Astarion is not one to get close to people - friendship or otherwise. So when you are kind to him with no ulterior motive, he is...taken aback.

The sunlight dipped behind the trees as the air became colder - a brisk breeze that was very welcomed by the party, especially after the long battle you had found yourselves in for most of the day. Bloodied and exhausted, thankfully you all left with your lives, but it was still hard to calm yourselves nonetheless. Gale was tending the dinner he was cooking over the open flame of the pit in the middle of camp, while Wyll and Karlach sous-cheffed around him. Halsin was deep in meditation at the entrance of his tent, Shadowheart was reading, and Lae'zel was...well, being Lae'zel inside of her tent (probably angry about the way a squirrel looked at her on the trail or something).

And then...there was Astarion.

He was reading outside of his tent, his hand absentmindedly just...waving in the air down by his hip, as if in a trance. There was something about this vampire spawn that was confusing to you - entrapped and slaved for 200 years probably didn't leave a lot of room for self-discovery, so his confusing emotional tendencies left you intrigued. A man who was so charismatic, yet didn't accept friendship. You sipped on your wine and poured some in another goblet near you, instantly deciding to stand and walk over to him. You stood in front of him and silently held out the cup.

It took a beat, but Astarion noticed you and looked up from his seat, his eyes moving from the cup to your face. He smiled quickly, "Hello, darling. What can I help you with?"

"I figured you could use a glass of wine after the day we had. We wouldn't have gotten out of there alive thanks to your handywork," You paused for a moment, "Or...can you...not drink before hunting tonight?"

He chuckled and raised an eyebrow, accepting the goblet and standing, "Why wouldn't I be enjoy a glass of wine before hunting? You think I'd be too drunk to see a boar running in my path?"

You shrugged and tilted your head, "You never know. Need to keep your senses sharp."

He sipped the wine and eyed you cautiously, "Y/N....darling, may I ask what you need?"

There was an uncomfortable silence in the air as you tried to find your words carefully. You knew Astarion was much more sensitive than he led on, and you didn't want to upset him, "Can I not...spend some time with you? Unless you're really into your book? Then I can come back later-"

"Yes, you said that, but what I'm asking is why you are wanting to spend time with me. What do you need?" He cut you off, taking another sip of wine.

You were...confused. Stuttering, you tried to explain yourself, "Because I...want to spend time...with someone who I'm...adventuring with? That I enjoy spending time with? You know, beginnings of a friendship thing...?" Your voice trailed off as you looked at your feet. You remembered the fun moments you shared around the campfire, or in transportation, or at Inns, almost always in a group. You even remember making Astarion laugh on a few occasions. Was it possible that you had been reading the situations wrong?

"Friend?" Astarion nearly spat out, his eyes narrowing, "You think we're...'friends'?"

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks and you shook your head, embarrassed, "You know what? Forget it. Just...never mind. When you're done with your wine, drop it off at my tent later-" You turned to leave and could feel embarrassed tears spring to your eyes - a sad feeling, akin to a little girl being rejected by a group on the schoolyard - filled your stomach. You knew he has lived in darkness and sadness for 200 years but fuck, he was rude sometimes.

"W-wait! Y/N, wait," He gently grabbed your wrist, causing your wine to spill a little. You waited before you turned, afraid Astarion would say something about your tears. He didn't, but instead, he tilted his head. His eyes were soft, "I'm...sorry. That was not kind of me. Forgive me, I..." His voice trailed off, a hint of nervousness rising in his inflection, "The word 'friend' is...foreign to me. And I didn't mean..." He gestures to the flat rock he was sitting on previously, "Please, sit? I'd like to enjoy this wine together."

You're a bit taken aback as you sit slowly, watching him as he does the same. "Friendship is a new...concept to you." I state, taking a small sip. I imagine just what kind of company he kept while enslaved, and had a suspicion that it wasn't any kind close to a friend.

"Yes, it is," He stared out at the fire, 20 feet away from us. Wyll laughed at something Karlach said and I noticed that Astarion had a look on his face I hadn't seen before. I stayed silent, making space for him to speak, "I was only 39 when I was taken. A mere...child. The idea of having any friends hasn't crossed my mind in...years," He paused and looked at you, a soft smile appearing, "Even now, as we go through this journey together...laughter is but a brief moment. I've had many - many lovers-" He punctuates this with a change of inflection, "But friends? Not my style."

"Style?" You ask, genuinely curious.

He nods, "When your whole life is either enemies or lovers, with no in between, it becomes very hard to imagine the concept of a 'friend'."

"Oh, so you just need someone to be a friend to you to understand." You stated, matter-of-factly. You smiled and started to count the group, "You have 5.5 right here. I'm not counting Lae'zel because I don't think she wants friends, and I'm only counting half of Shadowheart because sometimes she's so grumpy she doesn't seem like a friend. But you have us! Me, and Wyll...Gale, Karlach, and Halsin."

Astarion chuckles softly and looks at the ground, "Friendships just don't appear out of thin air."

"Yeah, well, tadpoles generally don't get shoved behind our eyeballs either but look what happened to us." I tentatively put a hand on his shoulder, gently. When he doesn't shrug away, I leave it there, "Astarion...I'm sorry about what has happened to you. What you've gone through...I can't imagine. But the gods have brought us all together under these, well...odd...circumstances, to say the least. And I don't want to push you, but just know I'm here for you, okay?"

He doesn't speak but looks at you. You notice him fiddling with the wine goblet.

"And in due time, between the 'brief moments of laughter', and the late night talks around the campfire, and the saving-each-others-asses-from-Goblins, and the stories of our past...that's when friendship appears. Not out of thin air...but out of cultivation. And love. Only if you want it."

"You would not want to be my friend." He says quietly, to the ground more than to you. You heart sinks a bit - most of the time Astarion can be a dramatic man-child who is prone to temper tantrums if he doesn't get his way. Or, the horniest being in all of the land - no in between. But in his vulnerable and sensitive moments, you can see the pieces of him add up.

"I think that's for me to decide," You gently touch his shoulder with yours and stand, taking his goblet from him. Yes, maybe his past was sordid, even if he had no control over it, but the world seemed to be upside down now. And people can grow. You would have never been friends with someone who had an infernal engine put into their body either, but sometimes life doesn't go according to plan. "I am going to get more wine. And I will pour you a glass. I'll be over by the fire having dinner if you'd like to join me," You look him in his eyes, trying to show how sincere you were, "I will never push you to be a friend, especially if you don't want it. But I also want you to know that I will be a friend waiting for you if you want it. And either way, I will always show you kindness...unless you try to secretly bite me in the middle of the night without asking me first, because then I'll beat the shit out of you."

Astarion smiled and a slight chuckle escaped his lips, sounding almost like a melodic purr. You could've sworn you saw the beginnings of tears in his eyes.

"The disgusting things you were put through are not who you are. And it will take time, but we will help you escape that past. But in the meantime, I will get more wine. I'll see you by the fire pit." You smiled and walked to your tent, grabbing the wine carafe.

Astarion stared after you, his heart soaring. After so many years, he had never looked at anyone as more than an enemy, prey, or a throw-away lover, either wanting their presence to be gone as soon as he gotten what he wanted from them, or terrified of their presence. The idea that someone could stay in his life and he would enjoy it was terrifying - let alone multiple people all at once. His anxiety spiked as he thought of it, but when he looked out to the group, he felt a sense of peace. Slowly, he got up and made his way over to the fire pit, sitting next to Wyll who was doling out plates of dinner.

And there, he waited for his friend to get him a glass of wine.

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angelbitezzz · 2 months

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Now where in the hell did she go?

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God damn it. Sans had one job—keep an eye on the human, make sure she rested, keep her out of trouble. Now, as he stared dumbfoundedly down at the obviously empty couch on the first floor, he only had one real thought come floating through his fatigued skull.

"i'm gonna kill that girl."

He threw his soiled jacket somewhere in the corner of his room and snatched his hoodie from where it was hung next to his door, slipping it on as he shoved socked feet into slippers, descending the stairs so quickly he may as well have teleported. Far be it from him to ever move that fast on purpose—apparently, that was another thing she was able to do to him without him knowing, damn it all. Frustration simmered at the back of his throat, but even he knew that the feeling was covering a darker, more icy fear that clutched at the inside of his ribcage and froze into a heavy thing somewhere next to his SOUL. She needed to rest. She needed to stay out of sight for now until they figured things out with her magic. She needed to stay safe, fuck, and even just thinking that sent an uncomfortable rattle up along his spine. He didn't bother opening the front door, he jolted through space and found himself outside a few feet away.

"think, sans, think. where would she—"

His pupils settled on the ground. Blue grass and sand mixed together to create an uneven path leading through the village proper. The isles were on the night cycle now—which, didn't look different, but having something of a curfew helped with the constant feeling of nighttime—so nobody was around save for some real night owl types. Sans had excellent night vision, picking out the disturbed sand leading through the village and far to the left, back towards the entrance. He took a step and jittered to the far end, focused on the footprints leading up, until the grass and sand gave away to stone, ascending on a gentle incline that only grew steeper until it led to a cliff overlooking a majority of the Starlight Isles and surrounding territories.

His steps slowed as a silhouette came into view near the edge, an ambient warm breeze tugging the cape pulled around their shoulders. Briefly, he thought he'd stumbled across Count Koffin K doing something...but when they raised their head to gaze upward, he realized he'd found his target.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and resisted the urge to stomp his way up the cliff to her side.

"and what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Angel startled a little, jerking around halfway and flinching. Burning purple eyes met his own, wide and alarmed.

For a second, he felt like they fit right in with the "stars" in their sky.

"Oh! Oh. Sans. Hey."

"answer the question, human."

"Right. Um." Her gaze trailed away, back over the edge of the cliff. "Well don't worry, I didn't fuck off to, uh...y'know. Yeah. Ye—yeah. I'm just, just..."

He didn't speak, recognizing by the tone of her voice that she was struggling to get her thoughts out. She got scrambled like that sometimes—it reminded him of Alphys...when she wasn't putting on a whole fake persona, anyways.

"...Processing. Mhm."

"your near death experience or your magic?"

"Can it be both?"

He inclined his head and slowly stepped forward, moving to stand beside her. There was a very long pause before he spoke.

"well, uh, anyways. asgore said you gotta rest. my brother'll have a conniption if he finds out you're out here."

"Right. Sorry. I just...really needed to get some air. Please."

Frustration boiled behind his teeth, but he sucked back the smoke and smiled anyways. When she glanced at him, whatever she saw in his expression made her grimace and look away again.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not dying."

"you nearly did." The lights in his eyesockets extinguished, smile thinning until it was nearly a frown. "like, 6 hours ago. unless you forgot. i mean...wouldn't really be surprised, ya did hit your head pretty hard during your little stunt."

"God, Sans, can you just—not? For once?"

"i dunno what you mean."

She whirled on him, a desperate sort of anger flashing onto her features.

"You know exactly what I mean! Don't kick me while I'm down. I—"

"i'm trying to get you back in bed before anyone sees you, but hey, if you wanna keep acting like a babybones, be my guest."

"I'm NOT—" Angel cut herself off and shut her eyes, drawing Sans's cape around her shoulders tighter and covering her face with a hand. "Not...fuck. Fuck. Sans. I–I don't need you to act like my parent. Be all weird and protective over your brother, but don't...let's not pretend. Don't do the same with me cuz you think you have to. It hurts."

He didn't know what to say, for once. There was a quiet swallowing sound while he searched for something, anything to respond to that. Seconds dragged into minutes before she spoke again.

"...I'm gonna die down here."

"hey, you just said you're not—"

"No, Sans." She interrupted, insistent, voice pitching high and broken. "I'm gonna die down here. This place, it's driving me fucking mental. I don't. I don't know what to do."

Her hand slipped away again, a frightened, tight little grin stretching across her face as she looked at him. It looked like it hurt.

"The sun. I miss the sun. I feel like I've been stuck in a damn time loop where it's always night time and I do the same damn shit every day! Yesterday was the first time in weeks that I felt like something new happened and I completely fucked it. I've been having so much fun here that I forgot that—I forgot. I forgot!" She began to laugh, gesturing to her body frantically, trying to get a point across. "I forgot!"

Sans listened to her speak with an increasing feeling of worry, frustration melting into concern the longer she went on.

"kid—" He started, but she cut him off again, her laughter ceasing as quickly as it had come, turning her body away.

"Don't. Please don't. I don't think I could stand if it you started with the pity train."

"wasn't the pity train, was more like the empathy express."

His weak attempt at humor did bring a smaller, more genuine twitch of her mouth than whatever fake grin she'd been trying to keep up. How had she ever managed to fool him before? In hindsight, it was obvious now, all the times she'd been pretending at joy.

Ah, but then, she was the perseverant kind of person. Maybe she was just...used to that.

He didn't want to know why.

"i was just gonna say...you're not alone."

He reached out and set a hand on her shoulder, struggling to find the words. Sun sickness had been a lot more prevalent back during the aftermath of the war—he had no experience dealing with it directly.

"it ain't so bad. you're still here. people down here like you."

"...Do you even like me?"

"huh?"

Angel turned her head just a little, enough to catch his gaze with her own. She looked exhausted, the warm breeze threatening to spill the tears welling up in her eyes.

"I pay attention, you know. You—god, Sans, you only tolerate me cuz I'm friends with Papyrus, right? Sometimes I feel like we get along great, and then something happens and you just...act off. Am I that much of a burden to you? Should I just leave?"

His thoughts flashed back to the day before. The panic that had thrummed through his body at the mere thought of losing her, that same panic that had brought him out here looking for her in the first place.

"i..." He hesitated. "...think it's been a long day, angel. you're tired and homesick and still coming down from the adrenaline high from earlier. you'll feel better in the morning."

Angel just gazed at him for a long, long moment. Those purple eyes searching for something in his expression before they went lax, her face flattening.

"...You're right. You're right. I'm just..." A lump in her throat. The tears began streaking down her face, dripping off her chin. "...so tired."

"hey." His voice was soft now, softer than she'd heard it before. "...i get the feeling, bud."

Her shoulders shaking, she raised a hand and slipped it over the one he had on her shoulder just for some measure of comfort, head ducking and turning away as she quietly hiccuped. He let her hold him there, warm fingers on chilled bones as she anchored herself again in the present.

It was a good long while before she let him take her home.

...

"Hey, Sans...?"

"mhm?"

"I forgot my glasses. You're gonna have to lead me back."

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bluegalaxygirl · 1 month

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Obsession's Grip (Zosan X Reader) P3

Plot: After saving some of the straw hat crew from a prison, the crew help takes a young man away so he can have a fresh start in life. He's shy but seems to grow attached to Reader in an unhealthy way.

Warning: Bad language, past abuse, abandonment and Violence.

Reader is Female (Sorry), Zoro X Sanji X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship. Reader has the ability to control the snake tattoos on her arms that come alive when she commands, they can change size and are connected to her emotions.

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Walking down the steps you soon spot Percy on the mast bench where you told him to wait, your surprised Luffy hasn't dragged him away now that he's in a change of clothes and clean skin, his hair is still a mess, the tie holding his bun is gone and yet the hair stays in the exact same passion. It makes you sad realizing how bad it is and how long and maybe even painful it will be to get all the mats out, you know it won't be as simple as shaving his head, plus the young man has been through enough, he deserves to at least keep some of his hair. "Hay, you ok?" You ask getting his attention, Percy jumps at the sound of your voice but soon relaxes when seeing you sit next to him "Y-yea… Miss Robin wants to do my hair soon and i was hoping you could come with" Raising an eyebrow you give him a confused look wondering why he would need you "Robin's an expert you don't need me, you'll be fine" You try and reassure only for him to rub his arm and lean closer to you making you lean away from him a bit "To be honest… she kinda scares me" The young man whispers while looking around to make sure no one else can hear him, slapping your hand over your mouth trying your best not to laugh but some of your giggles get past your hand making the young man sigh feeling like he shouldn't have said anything. Managing to calm down you place a hand on his shoulder "No, no i'm sorry, i shouldn't laugh, I'll come with you if you feel uncomfortable around her, but trust me when i say that even though she says scary things, Robin is so sweet and a joy to be around" Patting his shoulder you stand up ready to head to the aquarium bar where you know she'll be.

Percy sits there for a minute watching you start to walk, his eyes looking you up and down before muttering under his breath "Your sweet" turning you raise an eyebrow at hearing him mutter something but you couldn't hear what it was, Percy's cheeks are a little red, and he's refusing to look at you instead looking down at the ground making you feel like maybe you said something that upset him. "Something wrong?" You ask only for Percy to shoot up his cheeks going redder while shaking his head "No miss, nothing at all" He panics but you relax at his words, giving him a smile you gesture for him to follow "By the way stop with the miss, just call me Y/N" You state before opening the door to the aquarium bar for him. Percy nods walking into the slightly dark room, his eyes widen at seeing the large fish tank with a long red sofa curving around the front, in the middle where a round table is Robin has set up all her equipment. "It's going to take a while so i thought you might want something to look at while i work" Robin smiles patting the wooden chair thats facing the fish tank, when the young man doesn't move you pat his shoulder while walking past him and over to the black haired woman "Y/n, you deiced to join?" With a smile you nod watching as the young man slowly makes his way over while admiring the area around him before sitting in the chair "Yea i thought you might need some extra hands, you did a lot back at the prison, i just thought you might want a break" You were only half lying to her since you didn't want to tell her the real reason why your here but weather she bought it or not, it didn't really matter, she wouldn't poke and prod like Nami would. "Thank you, I'm grateful for the help, take these, spray the ends and then tease the ends of the hair, take thin and small sections"

You sit on one side of the young man while Robin sits on the other, both of you taking small sections and starting to comb from the bottom up, there were times when Percy would jump or flinch in pain when you accidentally pulled on a knot too hard or Robin got close to his scalp, but he sat through very well and didn't complain. "How are you holding up?" You ask after almost an hour of combing, you and Robin were making some headway but you can tell it's going to be almost two hours until your done and thats not including the hair cut "Urm… I'm ok" Percy hesitates clearly in discomfort but not wanting to show it, Robin leans round to look at the young mans face with a small kind smile "We'll take a break soon so don't worry" He nods at her starting to relax his shoulders as the two of you continue "I've been meaning to ask, is there anyone back home that you might want to contact?" Robin asks trying to get information while also distracting the young man from what she's doing, Percy shifts his eyes from the fish tank to the floor while gripping his knees "No… There's no one back home" hearing the sadness in his voice you stop brushing his hair and place your stuff on the side before moving round to take his hand in yours "I'm sorry for what ever happened but i hope you'll have a better life after all this" A sad smile appears on Percy's face, but he keeps his eyes on the floor, you can tell he's debating weather to talk about it or not but you don't want to push him into anything so keep quiet, silently comforting him. Robin on the other hand has other ideas it seems she wants to know more about the young man and what he's been though, why she wants to know so bad is something you should probably ask later but for now you'll let her do what she needs too.

Continuing to comb through a strand of untangled hair to make sure everything is out Robin asks what you didn't want too "What happened?" A sigh of relief leaves Percy's lips, it seems he needed permission to talk about it instead of bottling it up "My mother didn't really want me but my farther did, so he raised me, some times mum would come by, she'd stay a few weeks and then just suddenly leave. I never really liked her since she would yell and scream, she'd hurt my dad and call us names asking for money and stuff. I still don't understand why Dad would let her back into our lives with open arms, but he always kept me safe, fed and warm. A year into being forced into working at the prison i found out that he had passed away a few months before i was actually told…. I never got to talk to him, to say goodbye-" Tears run down his face as his hand grabs yours trying to gain some kind of comfort, holding his hand tight you grab a tissue and hand it to him letting the young man wipe his eyes. Robin stops what she's doing and places a hand on his shoulder in comfort, the two of you stay silent letting Percy cry as much as he needs too, its clear he needed this. "T-thank you" The young man sniffs after calming down a bit and loosening his grip on your hand "It's ok, i'm sorry you had to go through all that" You hand him a clean tissue as Robin stands making her way to stand in front of the young man "What you've been though is hard but you should look towards the future, one that you can be proud of. It's going to be hard but try not to dwell on the past"

Robin's words ring more than true since she's speaking from experience, it makes you so proud of her and reminds you of how far she's come, you hope the same will happen to Percy, that he'll be able to move forwards and find people who love him like the crew loves Robin. The three of you sit and talk for a while deciding to give Percy a break from tugging at his hair, the conversation becomes a lot lighter mainly talking about the Sunny and the fish tank until the door opens with a bang "Robin-Chan, Y/N my love" Sanji calls out with a big smile while holding a tray of snacks and drinks, Percy jumps spinning around to look at the cook while you and Robin both smile and let out a laugh as the blonde sways his way over "I bring snacks and drinks for my lovely lady's .. and our guest" Sanji keeps his smile even though he still doesn't like Percy all that much, placing the tray down he hands you your drink while placing a kiss on your cheek which you lean into. Robin hands the young man his drink as he calms down seeing it's not a threat "Thank you Sanji, this is excellent" The black haired woman smile taking her own drink and having a sip "Anything for you Robin-chan, is there anything else i can get you?" Sanji asks hearts starting to appear in his eyes making you giggle, you know he loves getting praises from the girls on the ship. Robin shakes her head while grabbing a piece of food starting to eat while the cook starts looking at Percy's hair "Wow, you got all this done in an hour, it's a lot longer than i thought it would be" The cook smiles taking a piece of Percy's combed hair in his hands.

The young man gulps and shy's away a little from the blonde but it seems Sanji didn't notice, too focused on yours and Robins work "A few more hours, and then we'll be done" Robin replays looking over her work with soft eyes, nodding in agreement you sip on your drink "I think your hair might actually touch the floor once were done" You giggle making Percy blush while rubbing the back of his neck shying away from you while slightly pushing Sanji's hand off his hair. The cook raises an eyebrow but pulls away from the young man's hair, he tries not to hate their guest, but he has two of his lovely lady's all to himself and seems to have taken a liking to you. He knows it natural since your kind and understanding, your not one to judge right away so its easy for people to be drawn to you but he's jealous of the attention your giving him. "Everything ok hun?" You ask seeing the cook staring at the back of Percy's head with that strange thinking face, snapping out of his thoughts the cook quickly turns to you with a big smile "Yes, sorry love, i was just thinking. The work you've both done is amazing and with Robin-chan's hair skills i'm sure it'll look great. Long, short, straight, wavy, it'll look amazing no matter how you style his hair, your skills are amazing Robin-chan" As he speaks hearts start to appear in his eyes as he cups his cheeks and sways from side to side fawning over Robin's skills. You can't say the cooks wrong, the black haired woman somehow has a natural skill when it comes to hair "Thank you sanji, your too kind" Robin waves him off but the cook takes her hand and shakes his head wanting to praise her work "Your hands are amazing Robin-chan-" He goes to say more when Luffy calls out for the cook.

You can hardly hear what the captain is yelling about but its clear he needs Sanji for something so with a sigh the cook lets go of Robin's hand and walks over to you giving your forehead a lingering kiss "I'll see you later my love" Rubbing your cheek with his thumb the cook looks down at you with soft eyes making your heart melt "See you later hun" You smile up at him feeling warmth swell inside your chest when he reluctantly removes his hand from your face before heading out the door closing it behind him. "How does he have so much energy?" Percy suddenly asks making you laugh while Robin shrugs, you honestly don't know, the cook works all hours of the day and night but no matter how tired he is the blonde somehow manages to hide it and take care of the crew. Placing down your empty glasses the two of you get back to work, conversations would come and go but the silence in between wasn't weird or awkward, it was actually kind of nice and calming. With Percy's hair fully de-tangled and straight, Robin did some dry treatments on his hair while deciding what to do for the cut. You were right about his hair touching the floor but when he stood up it went to the back of his knees, the black haired woman looked over his hair checking strands "I'm going to have to take a lot off due to the damage, I'd say probably up to here" Robin explains placing her hand just under his shoulder blades, Percy nods but you can see a slight sad look on his face "It will grow out with time but for now we need you comfortable and healthy"

The young man looks to you with a small smile before turning to Robin "I used to have long hair with an undercut, I liked it that way because when I'd put my hair up in a bun the back would be different, sometimes I'd get patterned shaved into the small patch of hair there… could you maybe do that?" Percy rubs his arm unsure if thats ok for her to do but Robin nods with a smile grabbing her scissors and starting to cut the dead pieces of hair off "Of course, I'll try and keep as much as i can" Sitting back you watch the black haired woman work, the young man still seems shy around her so your kinda reluctant to walk away but you have other things to do, chores that need doing. You know if you don't get most of them done now you'll be swamped tomorrow, on the other hand maybe taking a break won't be so bad, the joins in your fingers and wrist are starting to hurt and stiffen from all the combing. With Percy sitting down and Robin shaping his hair you stand stretching your sore arms, the young man moves his eyes to look at you keeping his head still "I'll leave you too d-" You smile but get interrupted when Percy grabs your hand "Wait.. your leaving?" He still refuses to move his head even though Robin has stopped to look you over seeing you wince in pain from his grip, taking a breath you manage to pry his hand off yours and move around to be in front of the young man "I have work to do otherwise i won't get a break tomorrow, Robin will look after you" Patting his shoulder you walk past him giving the black haired woman a nod before leaving.

Despite the pain in your hands you do what you need to before dinner but still end up doing stuff after dinner hoping to catch up on everything, it wasn't as easy as you thought it would be, your hands keep cramping up. Walking onto the deck you sigh heading to your next chore only stopping when you notice Zoro leaning against the tree, his eyes closed and hands resting behind his head. Its so tempting to join him and a debate forms in your head, either put up with the pain and get back to work or join the swordsman and relax. "I know you want to" Zoro smirks calling out to you with his eyes still closed, letting out a laugh you walk over to him, the swordsman's eye opens looking you over, his smirk starting to drop while patting his lap getting you to sit "I look that bad?" You laugh again while sitting in his crossed lap and leaning your back against his chest, Zoro sighs wrapping his arms around you while resting his chin on your shoulder, one of his hands moves from your waist to your hand lightly running his fingers over your knuckles "You look tired, are your hands sore? their stiff" The green haired man whispers taking one of your hands in both of his and starts massaging them, a smile forms on your face as you lean back into him starting to relax "Yea, i was helping Robin with Percy's hair, it cut the time down but my hands are paying the price… I'm also behind on chores" You sigh turning your head to the side so you can place a kiss on his neck earning a hum of acknowledgment, relaxing into him you nuzzle into his neck getting comfy and warm "We can skip training tomorrow if you want" Zoro suddenly says making you raise an eyebrow while moving to look at him.

The swordsman trains with you snakes at least once a week and tomorrow is supposed to be one of those days, its kind of him to skip it but you don't want him too since you love seeing the joy he gets out of it and it also makes your snakes happy. Shaking your head you lay it back down on his shoulder "No I'll be fine, I'll try and get everything done in the morning, if not I'll do the garden while you train, that way i'm sitting down" You sigh relaxing into him again,the swordsman prefers it if you rest while he trains but he knows not to complain once you've made up your mind. Zoro gives a nod turning your hand over to massage your palm, the smile on your face grows at feeling his fingers drag along your palm releasing any tension, you know this well although he's never done it to you before "Oooh, the Sanji treatment, boy do i feel special" Zoro chuckles at your words while placing a kiss on your forehead "You deserve it, working so hard." Humming into him you relax into the treatment he's giving you. A few times a week the swordsman will massage Sanji's hands like this making sure to take care and get any aches and pains out. He's only ever done it to the cook so of course you feel special that now your getting that treatment, you also now understand why Sanji melts into Zoro when ever he does this. The feeling is heavenly like he's massaging your brain releasing all the tension in your head and making you thoughts float away by just pushing into your palm and fingers. So relaxed you didn't notice he moved over to your other hand doing the same as the other one, you could fall asleep like this, in his warm embrace, under the stars the only sound being the waves, light breeze and his heart beat.

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miniwheat77 · 1 year

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Close. Pt.1 (Captain Price x Reader)

!NSFW, Smut, Age Gap, virgin reader, fingering, mentions of death, violence, alcohol, !MINORS DNI!

(Summary): Reader gets left alone with Captain Price for a few months. How long can he spend alone with her before he caves?

Part 2 here

You can't remember the last time you had felt at peace with yourself. It's not that you were unhappy or anything, just uncomfortable in your own skin.

You've just turned 18, have no real life plans, you and your dad are constantly at each other's throats. It's a shit show for now, but you know it won't be forever. Your dad is in the military and he is very stern with you. He wants everything to look perfect and sometimes you just can't manage that. Your mum had passed away and he was all you had left as none of your other family really cared too much to stay in contact with you after she had died.

Your dad was due to be coming home soon and he expected the house to be spotless when he came home, which you had scrubbed the entire thing head to toe. Even going as far to dust off ceiling fans and light fixtures.

You had mentioned a couple times to him about moving out, but he'd flipped out on you. You're sure it wasn't anything personal, more or less just him being scared to lose you too.

He took it very hard when your mum passed away. He couldn't function for some time afterward. You and him fought like crazy because he seemed to take his sadness out on you. You didn't appreciate it and were going through it just as bad as he was. When she passed away, it meant you were alone while he was deployed. You had nobody to rely on when he wasn't there. You had no one but yourself 10/12 months a year.

"Y/N, you remember Captain Price?" he says to you over the phone. Your stomach falling slightly. "Of course I do, why?"

His name alone causes your hair to stand up. He was around a lot when you were a kid, your dad had gotten stationed alongside him in Britain and brought you and your mom to live there with him for a few months. During that time, you ended up spending a good majority of time with Captain Price, considering your home life wasn't so good. From about 8-10 you were with him. You had a huge crush on Captain Price. You had only just come to terms with the fact that you and him would never be anything, and your dad comes to lay this on you.

"He's coming to stay with me on the base for a few months, he'll be staying in our guest room. Is that okay?" he asks. "oh uh.. of course. Why wouldn't it be?" you laugh the nervousness in your voice off. "I'm sure he will be grateful we're having him, but make sure the house is clean for my return please, sweet pea?"

"Course dad." he laughs into the phone. "You always sound so unamused. When did you grow up and stop being my little girl ah?" he slurs his words. You can't help but roll your eyes. You hadn't realized he'd been drinking before. "Get some sleep dad. I'll talk to you tomorrow night." You laugh, hanging up the phone. You looked around the house, it was spotless, just like he'd asked. You made your way up the large staircase. Your dad made a fair amount of money and provided you with everything you needed and more. He had a nice house, and everything. But you didn't like to take his money. You slipped your hand over the oak railing, frowning to yourself. It was so lonely here without your mum. You hated being here alone.

---

"Hey. I've some bad news." Is the first thing you hear from your dads mouth a couple days later. "What?" you ask. "My contract extended another 6 months. But John has already gotten his plane ticket and can't get it refunded. It'll be just you and him for a while. Is that okay?"

You think to yourself. Alone? In a big house? With the finest man you've ever laid eyes on?

"Of course it's okay. It's not like I haven't done it before. No reason he shouldn't be able to check the base here out." You smile into the phone. "Oh good. I'm glad you're such a good sport Y/N." Your dad chuckles over the phone. "I'll ask him to keep an eye on you, yeah?" He laughs. "Yeah right. I've been here alone for like 10 months and I've done just fine." You roll your eyes, he can't see it obviously. "I'm sorry honey. But you know how this is."

"Yeah. I know. But it'll be alright. You'll be home before you know it."

---

When that Friday came, you had to pick John up from the airport, it was the plan from the beginning as you were supposed to pick your dad up as well. You couldn't help but be a little sad that your dad wouldn't be coming home. He was really all you had left.

You don't know what you would do if you didn't have him.

You had to be awake at 5am to go get John, you weren't happy about it. But thankfully, it was a warm summer night.

You had on a t-shirt and some shorts, not really thinking about how you looked in front of John. You were a little too tired to even think straight. You waited inside the airport by where the baggage claim was. You're sitting in a chair in the small waiting area. Pretty soon, you make eye contact with him, and he looks just as good as he did when you were younger. The same facial hair, same kind of uniform. Everything.

You send a smile his way and his eyes widen. "Good god. You're a woman." He laughs, pulling you into a hug. "What?" You laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist. "The last time I seen you, you were just a little girl." He laughs, pulling away. You missed his accent. He grasps his bag. "Yeah, was a long time ago." You blush. You make your way out to your car together, it was parked right at the entrance. "It's just crazy." He stares you up and down. "Although... are you in pajamas?" he says in confusion as you pass him to walk around the car. He climbs into your passenger seat. "Uhhh. Perhaps." You smile. He makes a "tsk" sound, shaking his head. "Didn't your dad always teach you to be prepared?" You reach in front of him, opening the glovebox. Inside was a gun your dad made you carry. "Jesus. I meant.. If your car breaks down or something."

"Bold of you to assume I can't change a tire in pajamas."

"You are definitely your fathers daughter." He laughs. He hears the song on in the car, and he smiles, reaching for the dial to turn the sound up. "Your playlist?" You roll your eyes. "Always." he laughs. "Man.. 20 year old me would've killed to be with a girl like you."

What's stopping you now?

You have to shake the thoughts from your head. "Yeah, show me a picture of you at 20." You laugh. He thinks to himself. "I don't even know if I have one." you lick your lips. "Suppose they didn't have cameras in the 1800's ah?" You smirk. He narrows his eyes. "Ha Ha. You're hilarious." He rolls his eyes. You laugh. "Now I'm gonna look for one." He slides his phone out.

When you arrive at your house, he grasps his bag out of the back and you both make your way for the front door. You unlock it and hold the door open for John. "Come on, guest room is this way." You walk down the hallway. He follows you and you open up the door for him. "Goddamn, when your dad said you had a spare room I didn't think he meant in a damn mansion." He laughs. "Yeah, it's a little extreme for 2 people." You laugh. You leave him to unpack his stuff.

"I found a picture of me when I was in my 20's." He laughs. You're sitting on your couch and he's walking up behind it from the hallway. "Show me." You smirk. He holds the phone in front of your face. "Holy shit." You laugh. "What?" he laughs. "If only you weren't 20 years younger." You smirk. He freezes up. "Yeah right, I was way out of your league." He brushes off your comment. "I just wanna know what happened?" You smirk. He narrows his eyes. "I got more attractive that's what happened." He crosses his arms. "Mhmmmm."

You were really good at getting under his skin for some reason.

---

He almost couldn't take the torture. He'd been here for a week so far and was struggling.

You walking around in nothing but shorts and tank tops, back talking him with those pretty lips.

You thought for sure he didn't have any feelings for you, but you didn't realize just how close you were to cracking him. He waits for you to get back from a friends house. Sitting at a stool at the countertop in the massive kitchen. He'd gone out and bought a good bottle of scotch, and maybe he'd had little too much to drink.

When you finally come in, you step inside. Walking into the kitchen after you'd kicked your shoes off. He noticed you had a messenger bag with black fabric peeking out. He knows exactly what you were out doing.

"Kinda late ah?" He smirks, startling you. "Jesus Christ!" you hold your hand over your heart. "Why are you just sitting there like that?" you sigh. "Come sit sweetheart. You ever had scotch before?" you swallow hard. "Uh.. no. Have you met my dad?"

He's got an evil grin on his lips. "Well. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. I mean, you weren't really at a friends house were you? I can see the dress sticking out of the bag. I'm sure he wouldn't have allowed that either." He smirks. "Well. It was a waste of time anyways." You laugh. He pours a small amount into another glass, sliding it over to you. You pick it up and put your lips to the glass and he smiles, watching you try it. Your nose immediately scrunches up and you cringe. He laughs a little too hard. "Maybe scotch shouldn't have been your first drink." You laugh. "It's fine."

"Why was the party a bust hm?" He asks. "I just don't fit in. At all." You look down at the countertop. "How's that?" You smile. "Since I've been so sheltered, bounced back and fourth. I don't really know how to fit in with people my age. They all wanna get drunk and party. I just decided to leave early because spending time with you sounded like way more fun." You laugh.

"But I suppose you probably don't see it. You probably just see me as some kid." He smiles down at the countertop. "Of course I do. I was there, watching you grow for a couple years there. I'll always see you that way." He laughs. "Exactly." He could sense the annoyance in your voice. "Y/N, what's going on hm? You've been acting weird for the last couple days." He grasps your shoulder to make you look at him, he looks you in the eyes. You pause for a minute. You lean forward, making possibly the biggest mistake you'll ever make. You plant your lips right onto his, and he draws back immediately. "Woah." He pushes you back by your hips. "Y/N.. I'm sorry. I can't kiss you like that. I can't-" you stand up from the stool, "no.. I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me." You shake your head. "It's okay. I..." He stands up, brushing his hands off on his jeans. You quickly make your way for your room. Humiliated. He sighs as he sits back down at the countertop.

---

When he wakes up the next morning, he hears nothing but silence and his head pounding. He definitely had too much to drink the night before. But not enough to forget what happened. When he walks around the house, you’re nowhere to be found. Probably off to school already. He lets out a groan as his phone begins ringing. His head already throbbing.

“Hello?” He asks into the phone. “Hey John.” He hears your dads voice, his stomach falling a little.

“Hey what’s up?”

“Y/N got into a scuffle at school this morning, she’s getting dropped off by her counselor. You mind keeping an eye on her for me?”

“Yeah no problem. And.. a scuffle?”

“I guess some dumb kid was being mean to her. Hurt her wrist pretty bad.” John thinks for a second. “You make it sound like it was a boy.” He laughs.

“From what I understand it was.” John’s face falls immediately. “It’s been going on for some time now, I was gonna take care of it when I got back but.. I got an extension.”

“I might be able to talk to the school about it, if you want.” He offers. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.” He says. “It’s no problem. I’ll take good care of her, don’t you worry.”

John hears the front door open, and makes his way out from the kitchen. Your counselor is helping you inside. “What the hell happened?” He asks. John finds it a little weird that your counselor is a middle aged man, and was alone with you while you were completely inebriated. “Well..” he sighs. “A boy at her school was being a little mean. I guess they kinda got into a little bit of a tussle, he slammed her hand in her locker.”

That explains the wrap around your wrist.

“He said something about her mom, so Y/N just.. attacked him. They had to sedate her to get her to calm down. She’s coming down from it, but she’ll be alright.”

John nods his head. “Who are you? If you don’t mind me asking?” He asks John. “I’m Captain John Price. I’m looking after Y/N until her dad gets back from deployment.” Her counselor nods his head. “Well. This is going to go under investigation. I’ll be surprised if Y/N is allowed back after this.” He narrows his eyes. “That boy slammed her hand in a locker, and made a comment about her dead mother. If I were her, I’d have attacked him too.” He crosses his arms. “Yeah.. but it’s not up to me or you. It’s up to the school.”

John laughs. “Thanks for bringing her home. But if you’ll excuse us.” John says.

After saying goodbye, he leaves.

John sits on the coffee table, placing his hands on your knees. “Are you okay?”

You’re really quiet. You nod your head. You look drowsy. “Don’t lie to me.” He says sternly.

You shake your head no. He brushes hair out of your face. Watching you blink, the tiredness so apparent in your eyes. “You’ll be alright.” He flattens your hair with his hand, running it over and over again. He’s trying to calm you.

“I’m..” your voice cracks a little and your speech is slurring. “I’m sorry that I tried to kiss you.” You look up at him. He sits up from the coffee table, sitting next to you. “It’s fine, it.. was a crazy night. Let’s not worry about that though.” He pulls you into his side. You rest your head on his shoulder. “Who is this boy and why is he fucking with you?” He asks. “I don’t really know, he just started doing it one day and went with it.” Your voice slurs slightly. “Hm..”

“Everyone says he has a crush on me. That’s why he does it,” you laugh. “Yeah, that’s no excuse to do what he did.”

“And he’s really ugly.” He laughs a little harder than he should. “You’re so innocent. It’s so cute.” He smiles. Your heart aches in your chest.

So close, yet so far out of your reach. “Here. You get some sleep okay?” He covers you up with a blanket, standing up. You turn your head to the side, laying on the couch. He watches your eyes close, your body relaxing. He picks up his phone, disappearing into the other room.

—

When you wake up, you’re confused. It takes a few minutes until everything comes back to you. A yawn leaves your lips and you stand up, going up the stairs. You don’t see John anywhere around. You change your clothes into something more comfortable. You look at yourself in the mirror. The embarrassment from the night before still fresh in your brain. “Y/N?” You hear John calling for you. You quickly finish what you’re doing, going down the stairs.

“I took care of everything.” You frown, “what do you mean?” He lifts up a stack of papers. “You’re on a 2 week mandatory suspension, but I took care of the rest.” He smiles. “What did you do?”

“I just went down there, talked to your school. Seen the kid so I talked to him too. I could tell it was him because of the scratches and stuff all over his face. Has a hell of a shiner." He smiles.

“Oh god…” you cross your arms. “What did you say to him?” He laughs. “Don’t worry about it.”

You knew he probably threatened the boy to get him to back off of you. “He’s a little prick but he should leave you alone.”

He laughs. “Thank you, John. I appreciate it.” He nods his head. “It’s nothing. You feeling better?” He asks. You follow him into the kitchen, “I’m fine.” You grasp a water bottle out of the refrigerator, passing him one too. “So.. about your counselor..” he trails off. “What about him?” John shakes his head. “Just seems weird that he’s alone with you. Like that.” He pauses to take a drink out of the water bottle. “I’m alone with you.” You pull a stool out from the counter, hopping up onto it. He does the same, sitting next to you.

“Yeah but that’s different. I’m a family friend.” You laugh. “He’s just there to make sure I’m good at school.” John nods his head. “I only have like 3 more months of school left.” He nods his head. “That’s good, cause that guy gave me the creeps.”

“He probably thought the same about you.” He rolls his eyes. “I can’t be that creepy, you tried to kiss me.” He smirks. “Oh god.” You cover your face. He laughs. “Do you like me or.. was it just.. heat of the moment thing?” You look up at him. “Heat of the moment.” You lie, rolling your eyes. “For a Captain you sure are soft.” You glance at his hands, hoping he doesn’t catch it as you adjust yourself in your seat awkwardly. Even his hands had your attention. “I’m soft toward you. I’m only harsh when I need to be.” He shrugs. “So what, I’m the only person you’re soft towards? Why?”

“I don’t know.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Yes you do.”

“I just figure your dad is probably already pretty hard on you. I mean I heard some of the screaming matches you two had.” You nod your head. You laugh. “Yeah. It was pretty ugly.” He smiles. “Plus maybe I just have a soft spot for you, what’s wrong with that?” He smiles. Giving you a playful shove. No matter what, he thought of you as a kid. A little girl he watched grow. You hated it. It unsettled you to no end that he’d never see you the way you seen him. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” He asks. You shoot a smile his way. “That’s classified.” You roll your eyes. “Oh come on. Tell me, there’s gotta be a reason.” He smiles. “Okay. Why don’t you have a wife?” You ask, tilting your head and leaning back in your chair. He smiles. “I don’t like the games you’re playing.” He laughs. You bite your bottom lip. “I don’t have a wife because the one long term relationship I was in, ended pretty badly.” He says. “There, now you tell me.”

“I don’t like guys my age.” He looks confused for a minute. “What do you mean?”

“Guys my age are immature and stupid. I don’t like it.”

“So.. what? You think men in their 20’s have that figured out?”

“No.” He looks even more confused. “Men in their 30’s and 40’s might though.” His eyes widen. “I-“ he pauses for a second. “For your sake, I hope your dad never finds that information out.”

“Me too.” You laugh.

“You have to be careful, Y/N.” He looks down. “Older men.. they just wanna use you and take advantage of you.”

“I know.”

He freezes up. “How do you know that? Have you been with an older man before?” He sits up straight in his chair, a laugh spills it’s way from your mouth. “Relax, I’ve never been with anyone before.”

He relaxes. “Wait.. anyone? Like ever? You’ve never had a boyfriend?”

“I went on one date. And it did not end well.”

He laughs. “Thank god. You’re still innocent.” He smiles.

You roll your eyes. “You have no idea, Captain Price.” You smirk.

“I hope you never date anyone. Ever.” You tilt your head back with a laugh. “Why’s that?”

“Cause the thought of you with another guy. Your age, older, or not. Makes me cringe.”

“Why? I’m not your daughter.”

“Yeah, but I was there with you. I pretty much raised you for two entire years cause you wouldn’t leave my house.” He laughs. “You offered.” You scoff. “I know. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Your parents were fighting a lot, I didn’t mind having you around.” He laughs. “I guess I just have such a pure image of you in my head that I hate the thought of some dumbass guy ruining it.”

“I want a family. So.. I hate to tarnish that little pure girl in your mind but I’ll have sex, get married, and have kids at some point.” He cringes as you say it. “Hopefully not in that order.” He laughs.

“Definitely in that order.”

“Ah god I don’t wanna think about that.” He scrunches his face up in disgust. “You’re still young, you have so much time to think about that bullshit. Enjoy it while you have it.” You sit up slightly in the stool you’d sat on. “You’re gonna tell me you don’t have sex?” You laugh. “Not in a long damn time, no.”

“Exactly, that constant need you feel? You aren’t the only one who feels that.” You laugh. “Here.” He slides his cup toward you. He’d filled it with Scotch at some point. “It helps take that feeling away. Just plug your nose.” You roll your eyes, tipping it back. Flinching much less than you had the night before. “You know my dad would be pissed if he found out you were letting me drink.”

“Yeah, but you’re a secretive little thing so I’m not too worried.” You smile.

—

A few hours later, you’re sitting on the couch. He’s next to you trying to play a video game but it’s only pissing him off. You’re drunk, staring at the screen, laughing as he raged. “What the fuck is this? My teammates suck!” You roll your eyes. “Yeah? You sure it’s the teammates and not you?” You laugh.

“Ha Ha. I’m at the top of the scoreboard. And I have the best KD of everyone.” He rolls his eyes. You smirk. “I don’t like your attitude.” He sets the controller down. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” You cross your arms, challenging him. “Oh. Babygirl those are fighting words. You better quit while you’re ahead.”

“Make me.”

He stands up, “alright. But I warned you.” He smiles, an evil smile. He grasps your legs pulling you down, beginning to tickle at your sides. You squirm hard, laughter beginning to spill out of your lips. He leans down on top of you on the couch, straddling your hips to hold you down. “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” You cry out. “Say "I’m sorry for disobeying Captain Price!” He smirks, sliding his tongue along his teeth. “I’m sorry for disobeying Captain Price!” You cry it out as loud as you can. He draws his hands back, laughing as you came down. Your stomach hurt from laughing so hard.

Once you had stilled, his smile falters and he’s looking down at you. His eyes flashing to your lips and than back to your eyes. He swallows hard. You can see it in his eyes he’s weighing out the pros and cons of kissing you. He shakes his head, sitting up and moving away from you. “There.” He smiles. “Now watch me kick some ass.” He picks up the controller and you sit up.

What was that?

You know now, he’s thought about it.

When he loses another round, he rage quits and sets the controller down.

He leans back onto the couch, propping one foot up on the coffee table. “Earlier.” He grasps your attention. “You said you went on a date and it didn’t end well, what happened?”

You look down. “Uh.. this guy was bugging me for a while to go out with him. Like.. following me around in school, following me to my car afterward. Constantly messaging me. So I finally gave in and he just said a bunch of gross shit to me.” You laugh awkwardly. “What did he say?” You look down. “He said um.. that.. oh god,” your face heats up and he can tell you’re getting embarrassed. “He said.. stuff about my body. Like.. maybe if I ate less my thighs wouldn’t be so big because he didn’t like it.” You take a deep breath, John raising his eyebrows. “I told him I wasn’t interested in having sex or anything like that because I was a virgin. And he told me ��if he doesn’t put it all the way in, it doesn’t count’ and.. just always said stuff about stretch marks and stuff.” John shakes his head. “I see what you mean, about boys your age. Because everything he hates? I fuckin love. Thighs?” He rolls his eyes back with a groan. “He’s an idiot and you shouldn’t listen to him.” You laugh. “I didn’t. I went on one “date” and that was it. Ignored him after that.” He smiles. “So.. you’ve.. never had sex. But. Have you ever been touched? Like at all?”

You shake your head, crimson creeping up onto your cheeks. He runs his fingers over his facial hair. “Have you ever wanted to?” He leans back into the couch, tapping on the beer bottle he had in his hand. “Of course I have.” You roll your eyes. “But.. I don’t even know how to do it myself.” You laugh. You're holding a beer bottle as well. Holding it between your thighs. “What do you mean, you don’t touch yourself?” You look down. “I.. have tried. It just.. doesn’t feel all that good I guess.”

He chews on his lip, creating an awkward silence for around a minute.

“I could show you, if you want.” He finally says it.

Your stomach falls. And you look up at him, those wide innocent eyes. And he knows he’s probably gonna regret this. You’re young and innocent and he was there when you were a kid. But again, you were 18, sexy. And you wanted him, he could tell.

“I.. I guess?” You say skeptically. You take in a sharp breath when he stands up. Is he joking? “C'mere.” He grasps your ankles, much like he had done when he was tickling you. He pulls you down onto the couch again. You set down the beer bottle and lay back. “Relax. I’ll stop if you want me to okay?”

You nod your head, staring up at him. That same sense of innocence in your eyes. He breathes out. “I shouldn’t do this, should I?” He breathes. “Probably not..” You trail off.

“I’m.. just showing you. Yeah?” You nod your head. "Nothing more." He says. "Yeah... Nothing more." you repeat, a little quieter than he had said.

You wanted him to touch you so badly you’d tell him anything he wanted to hear. He loops his fingers over the waistband of your shorts, panties too. Pulling them down your legs. He swallows hard as he finally sees all of you. “Do.. you have any toys you like to use? Or have tried?”

You shake your head. “Have.. you ever.. had anything inside of you?”

Once again, shaking your head no. “Okay. Just relax for me?” He slides his hand up onto your thigh, moving it higher. His gentle touch on your skin has your cheeks heating up, your face feels like it’s on fire. Where his skin touches your own, burns. It’s almost too much to take. All of those years yearning for his touch, his attention. And you were finally getting it. He runs his finger up your slit and a gasp leaves your lips as he rests it on your clit, drawing small circles into it. You squirm immediately, and he smiles to himself. “You’ve not done much huh? So sensitive…” he breathes out.

There was this part of him that wanted to preserve your innocence. Wanted to pull away, apologize and walk away. And than, there was a devil on his shoulder chanting for him to go further. To take your virginity and fill you completely full of his cum right where you laid, to taint every last bit of innocence left inside of you. Leave you full and wanting more.

He wanted you to taste him on your tongue every time you thought about him. His bitterness. He had an internal debate as you squirmed at his touch. So sweet. It was like dangling a piece of meat in front of a lion, you didn’t see it. Didn’t know what he was capable of doing to you. He breathes out, trying to hold back. You didn’t know any of this, because he was gentle with you. Hid all of the evil parts about himself from you, especially the one that thought about burying his face between your thighs as soon as he seen you at the airport, all grown up. He lifts your leg up, moving himself closer between them. Resting it in his lap. He lets out a deep chuckle. “Just relax for me sweetheart. You’re too tense.” His voice is deep and it’s a voice you’d never heard from him before. “Just focus on what I’m doing to you okay?” You nod your head, staring down to where he was touching you.

You’re watching, lips parted. You’re completely mesmerized and you’re holding back. He doesn’t like that you’re holding back. He starts to rub faster, drawing pants from your lips. You’re getting wet, which is what he wants. “M’gonna try something, okay?” You nod your head. He slides his finger over your entrance, gathering your wetness on it. He starts drawing circles over your entrance, and you’re confused. It feels good but it’s not anything like him rubbing at your nub. A gasp leaves your lips as he presses it into you, and he could feel you stretching around his finger. Just one finger and you were this tight. You lift your hips into his touch, your eyes screwing shut. “Does it hurt?” You shake your head. Once he feels like you’re wet enough, he tries to slowly add a second finger but a hiss leaves your lips and you move back slightly. “Sorry love..” he chuckles. “It’s.. it’s okay.”

“You’re so tight..” he breathes. His cock throbs uncomfortably against his jeans. He palms himself slightly when he knows you’re not looking. “Is.. is that bad?”

“No sweetheart. Well.. it just means. It’ll hurt more when you.. have sex for the first time.” He mumbles. “Because.. most likely. You’ll be dealing with something bigger than a couple fingers.” He pumps his finger a little faster. “Can you.. try to add another finger?” He bites his lip. Keeping his eyes from rolling back. “It’s gonna hurt.”

“That’s okay.”

He slides his finger out of you, watching you blush as he puts them in his mouth to wet them down further with his saliva. You thought he was oblivious to the fact that he’d just tasted your arousal, but he wasn’t. You tasted sweet and he loved it. He wanted more. Wanted to bury his face into you until you screamed.

He slides the first finger inside of you and once he thought you were ready, he lined the second up. You grasp the hem of your own shirt tightly, closing your eyes. He goes as slow as he can, pushing his finger into you. Your body has so much resistance and he sees you flinch as he pushes it in further and further. When he finally reaches his knuckle, the tightness around his fingers has him so on edge he could barely take it. He wants to feel you clench this tight around his cock more than he could put into words. He draws it back, pushing it back inside of you until they moved comfortably. You unintentionally spread your legs further for him, and he grits his teeth. You were so comfortable with him touching you.

“John..” a whimper falls from your lips and his stomach falls, his cock throbbing hard. He wants to get up and yell, the feeling in his chest that he has is too much to bare. The way you moan his name makes him wanna climb on top of you and fuck you until you forget his name. He breathes out. Closing his eyes, still moving his fingers into you. “I want you to do it.” He draws his hand back. You look at him. “Here.” He grasps your hand. Moving it to your soaked opening, “try one finger,” you nod your head, swallowing hard as you tried to push it into yourself. Once you did, your body relaxes. “That’s it. That’s a good girl. Just like that.” He smiles, watching the way you pumped your fingers fast into yourself. Struggling to hold back your moans. He could tell you were still desperate. His fingers were larger and he was better. So he moves your hand again, replacing your fingers with his own. Pumping them at a steady pace. Listening to the wet sounds his fingers moving inside of you made. The longer he did it, the louder you got. Moaning and whimpering his name. You looked down, beads of sweat forming in your face as you clutched the couch, trying desperately to hold still. “John-“ you gasp out. “It.. it feels weird.” You buck your hips into him, thighs clenching up tightly. “Relax, you’re getting close.” He sits up on his knees, moving himself between your legs. When he leans over you, you grasp his shirt with a death grip and he can't help but smile. “Look at me.” He leans down, holding himself up with one hand that was by your head, his other not stopping for even a second. He curls his finger up into your spongy spot, cries leaving your lips, tears streaming down your face at how overwhelmed you were because of him. He chuckles when he sees them. “So worked up..” he mumbles. He leans down, you silence yourself as you look him in the eyes, his lips only centimeters from your own. “Cum for me.” He whispers. “Give yourself to me, Y/N.” You bite your lip, he has you right on the edge.

He leans down, lips brushing against yours. He thinks about if he should do it or not, but it’s already past a simple kiss. So he leans into you, lips crushing against your own. Moving against each other in desperation and need. He pulls away when he feels your hips buck, pressing his forehead to yours, his cheek brushes against yours and he can feel your tears smearing onto his cheek. He wanted to hear that sweet cry you’re going to let out when he makes you cum.

“I- I-“ a mewl leaves your lips and you clutch onto his shirt tightly as you reach your high, eyes rolling back and clenching shut, gasps leaving your lips and your hips jerk as he rubs your sensitive nub with his thumb, pumping his fingers into you still. You squirm, grasping his hand and trying to stop him. He finally draws his hand away, webs of your wetness coat his fingers and you blush once more as he places them against his tongue, closing his lips around them and sucking them clean of your sweetness. He leans down again, pressing his lips to yours and kissing you with as much passion as he did before. When he pulls away a final time, his phone ringing brings him away from you. "Hold on." He sits up looking at it. "It's your dad, I gotta take this." He says, a little nervous as he answers the phone.

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rc-writer · 22 days

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Rafe smut that i never published in my book! (pls ignore if you see any old names like Arabella! i did proof read but can’t be certain)

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Rafe’s POV

I glance over to the side and see her lying next to me, her tight, white crop top hugging her tits. I groan in annoyance and throw my head back.

I can't handle it any more.

It's this whole Fake dating thing she's got me doing.

I'm convinced she only wants to do this to torture me.

She made a bet with me that I wouldn't be able to stay loyal to my 'secret' girlfriend and, therefore, could never stay loyal to a real one.

Well, let's just say, I'm winning so far.

I haven't had sex with anyone for the past two months.

Every single night I'm having wet dreams about her as if I'm some kind of virgin.

She doesn't help my situation either. When we're in front of people she's constantly touching me or rubbing against me in some secretive kind of way.

Or she's deliberately bending over in front of me, flashing me her tiny panties under her skirts and dresses, her hips swaying side to side before she stands up again, giving me an innocent look.

Like yesterday for example. Her friend decided to throw a huge party at the club and we all went. The night was going well until she dragged me to the dance floor to dance with her.

She moved her hips against mine for a good fifteen minutes all whilst deliberately skimming her hand across my dick, leaving me rock hard and overwhelmed with hornyness.

Of course, when we all got home she decided to didn't want to stay at her house and begged to stay with me at Tanneyhill

Of course, I agreed.

Which leads us to now.

Her body is sprawled across my bed as she sleeps. Her tiny shorts cling to her hips as she shifts in her sleep, a quiet moan leaving her.

I close my eyes tight and pray my boner leaves before she wakes-

"Morning, Rafey," she mumbles.

I turn to look at her and give her a weak smile, "Morning,"

I shift uncomfortably, trying my best to hide my dick that's straining against my Calvin's.

"What's wrong? You look... in pain," she says making me glance over to her.

My eyes instantly fall to her tits again and I groan, "I can't do it anymore. You win, okay? I need to have— I have to have sex with someone. I'm going fucking insane,"

Her eyes widen in surprise as she stares back at me, "What?"

"The teasing! The short dresses! The short skirts! Those tiny tops you wear, I just— I can't take it anymore. My wrist hurts and—."

She grimaces and slowly sits up from her position on the bed, "You're sexually frustrated?"

I nod rapidly, "Extremely,"

She pulls her bottom lip back between her front teeth before nodding slowly, "And you need help?"

I nod again, hoping she gives me the go-ahead to call one of my hookups.

She grins, "Fine,"

I exhale a breath and reach for my phone, "Thank god, I really thought—."

She climbs on top of me before I can even scroll through my contacts, her ass landing perfectly against my dick.

She snatches my phone and throws it down onto the bed making my brows furrow, "What're you—."

She lifts her hips and shimmies down me before pulling my underwear down, just enough to get my cock out.

Her eyes widen and I watch her through hooded eyes.

She gulps and slowly looks up to meet my gaze. She shakes her head quickly as if she's snapping out of a daze before she leans down and squeezes my cheeks together, "You can still win the bet as long as you stay loyal to me,"

I nod slowly, piecing together what she means, "You want me to fuck you?"

She shakes her head and slowly drags her acrylic nails up my bare thigh making my entire body quiver beneath her touch.

"I'm going to fuck you,"

My eyes widen in surprise and I quickly shake my head, "Hey, no, I'm not into that—."

She rolls her eyes, "I'm going on top, you fucking idiot,"

I nod again and watch her as she edges her mouth closer to my dick making it ache even more.

As soon as I feel her lips brush against my tip, I feel my heartbeat quicken. I bring one hand down to her face and brush my thumb against her cheek reassuringly as she slowly wraps her lips around my tip.

"Oh fuck."

I feel her smirk around me as she lowers her mouth, swallowing my cock.

I shake my head quickly, already feeling my balls tighten, "No, fuck— I won't last,"

She doesn't listen, she just stays still for a moment before lifting her eyes to meet mine. I watch her smirk around me again before she starts moving her lips and hallowing her cheeks.

A whine escapes me and it makes her moan in response as I begin to snap my hips forwards, needing to find a release.

"Nah- Fuck, No— I'm gonna come," I warn her making her pull off of my cock with a loud 'pop' as it falls against my stomach.

I groan and shut my eyes tight as I feel the pre-come coat my abs, knowing I won't last much longer.

She gently slaps my face a few times making my eyes open. She climbs back up me and leans down, her face close to mine, "I hope you know I'm going to keep going until I come too,"

I nod rapidly, "Yeah, whatever you want, just please let me feel you,"

She grins and quickly slips her shorts off, before throwing them to the floor. I reach for her hips and pull her towards me, "Not gonna last long, okay?"

She shrugs and raises her hips before gripping my dick. I widen my eyes, "No condom?"

“On birth control and haven't been with anyone and neither have you," she slowly sinks herself down onto me making my entire body feel like it's on fire as I feel her tight cunt clench around my tip.

"Oh f-fuck," I stammer as she continues to push me inside of her until she's completely full. She draws her bottom lip in between her teeth again as she suppresses a moan.

I shake my head and refrain from thrusting up into her, "Wanna hear you, need to know how you sound,"

She releases the moan she kept pent up and I swear I'm already seeing stars.

"Please move or I'll have to—."

She cuts me off by slowly rocking her hips before turning the rocking into full bounces.

I don't even need to help her, she knows exactly how to do it without any help.

I close my eyes again and try to stop myself from coming too soon but as soon as I hear her moaning again, I open them, watching her as she bounces and uses her fingers to circle her clit.

How am I ever meant to fuck anyone else now that I've been inside of her?

Her tits bounce with her, her hard nipples poking through the thin material of her top as her head falls back, "R-Rafe, fuck, you're too big-." she stammers as she slows down her movements slightly.

I'm a goner.

My hips stammer against hers as I spill inside of her, pumping her full of my cum.

Her movements don't stop even though my entire cock is pulsing from sensitivity, "Sh-shit, baby—."

"Just shut the fuck up and let me—."

I don't let her finish her sentence. I pull her off of me and throw her down onto the bed making her gasp in a breath.

I push her legs apart and watch as my seed drips from her cunt and onto my bed sheets.

I click my tongue and use my fingers to stuff it back inside of her making her moan again, "Need your dick to finish— to finish me off, please, Rafe,"

A low growl comes from the back of my throat as I pump my cock a few times, feeling myself get hard again quickly.

I spread her legs wider before wrapping my hands under her thighs and pulling her closer to me. I grip my cock and gently circle her clit a few times, watching her intently as she writhes and moans.

"Need my dick, huh?"

She nods with a submissive look in her eye making me give her my whole length in one quick thrust.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you're begging me to stop. Think that shit was funny when you kept teasing me, huh?" I scoff and shake my head, watching her as she grips the bedsheets so tightly her hands turn white. "Had to wait two months to get you like this. Got a lot of cum left for you,"

She whimpers and brings her hand down to her clit, her fingers attempting to circle her clit.

I quickly grip her hands and push them away making her whine, "Please, I really need to come,"

"And you will if you can just be fucking patient, all right?"

She nods again, her eyes glued to mine as I shake my head at how pathetic she's become so quickly.

I stare down at her cunt and watch as I slowly pull back, watching some of my cum drip out of her again. I push back in deeply making her body jolt before I lean down and spit directly onto her clit.

"Lift your fucking shirt," I demand.

She does as she's told and lifts it up, showing me her perfect, full tits.

I lean down and immediately wrap my mouth around of one her nipples. I use my other hand to grip her other tit and toy with her nipple as I slowly rock into her.

She whimpers again, "Oh, fuck, please, please go faster,"

I pull off of her with a pop and stare down into her eyes, "You're desperate huh?"

She closes her eyes and I shake my head, using my hand to drum my fingers against her jaw, "Don't go fucking dumb on me already, baby, you wanted this, right?"

She nods again, "Mhm, I did,"

"Good, so you're gonna take it?"

She nods again.

"Good,"

I rut against her and lean back, watching her tits bounce as I pick up my speed.

The sound of her skin slapping against mine makes my cock throb inside of her mess and I know it won't be long before I'm coming again.

"Waited so fucking long to see you like this— so fucking beautiful, shit," I hiss as I bring a hand down to her clit and start to draw circles.

"Oh my fucking god,"

"Yeah, that's right baby, that's what you think I am, huh?" I coo.

She nods again making me smirk, loving how cock drunk she is already. She would rather die than say anything like that normally.

"Not-not gonna last," she cautions.

I force a pout, "Aw, baby, you can't last longer than five minutes?"

I laugh knowing damn well I only lasted two so she's already doing better than me.

She reaches up and grips my shoulders, yanking me down towards her before smashing her lips into mine.

I feel her clench around me as her tongue slips into my mouth and before I know it my dick is twitching.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as the kiss deepens with a passion and a hunger that I've never experienced before.

I feel her tighten even more as if her pussy is begging to milk my cock again.

She pulls away from my mouth and her legs shake, "I'm gonna come— oh my god,"

I watch her with dark eyes as her entire body shakes beneath mine and her wet lips part. Her eyes close tight and before I can do anything, I feel a gush of water around my cock as I continue to thrust into her at a brutal pace.

"Rafe! Oh fuck, It's too much— I can't," she rasps, her nails digging into my harder.

I groan and drop my face closer to hers, “Kiss me again.”

She does as she's told and presses her lips to mine making my cock throb inside of her before I spill inside of her again.

I drop my head to her chest as we both fight to find our breaths in the heated room, our sticky bodies pressed together as I gently kiss along her chest making her whimper.

"That was—."

"Yeah," she breathes.

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noroi1000 · 1 year

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"Don't look at us when we fuck"

paring: Geto x reader x Toji

Warning: Smut

"I didn't expect you guys to fuck at my son's birthday party. You're not a couple."

You looked over Suguru's shoulder, who was hovering above you with heavy breathing. His length still buried in you as he moved, digging his cock into you.

But when he heard the voice, he stopped.

He turned his head back to look at the man standing in the doorway.

He saw how nervous and ashamed you were. And he also felt your walls tighten around him. Before your upset.

"Get out of here!" He shouted seeing that he was still there, holding the door open.

When he heard the door close, he looked at you with calm eyes.

Then he started to stretch out because he knew you were uncomfortable right now.

It was spur of the moment sex. You weren't a couple, but you felt drawn to each other. You were at the hotel because Megumi had a birthday away from home. Even if he didn't want to. You went to Disneyland. Because his friends wanted to throw him a birthday right there.

It was a nice trip for you.

Besides the fact that you were both older than him, you were invited. You were quite close.

But you were surprised that his father would be here too.

You had nothing against Toji. But he intimidated you sometimes.

Especially when he wasn't doing anything crazy.

He was older, and you saw him as a complete dilf.

You can't help it if you don't have a boyfriend and you see something sexy about him.

But you'd sooner have a boyfriend than go to bed with him.

You and Suguru ended up here, in your hotel bedroom.

But you never expected your quickie to end up getting you caught.

As his cock snapped back, he pulled up the pants he had on his thighs slightly.

"Nice gear, kid."

You looked to the side to see Toji next to you, looking at your naked body, also at Suguru.

"And you have a nice pussy." He said. You blushed a deep shade of red at his words

You guessed Geto wouldn't want to sit around with his dick out while some other guy is there. And you didn't want him to see your pussy either.

So you grabbed his length and quickly pushed him inside, making his hips pressed against yours.

You were somehow hidden between your legs.

Although you don't know what made you feel less embarrassing. Because now you are lying naked on the bed with only a pillow or your hands to cover yourself while a big dick is stuffed into your walls.

"Don't think of me as a pervert. You're not together, you're just fucking. We are adults. And I'm only a little older than you."

"You have a teenage son." Geto growled, leaning over you and shielding you lightly with his body. "And don't look at us when we fuck!"

"But I'm not that much older than you. Besides, I think that little pussy would need an experienced cock."

You turned your head.

Your thighs trembled as your legs were spread apart to accommodate Suguru's hips between them.

"Besides, I already got a little aroused hearing her moans and seeing her now. Plus, knowing that she's got a dick in her right now while we're talking is also a turn-on."

"What do you want?"

"Not so bad. Geto, right? Let's both fuck her and this situation will remain as if it never happened." he said with a smile.

You looked at his face. Following the scar on his lips.

There's no denying that it turns you on now.

Also because he's standing next to the bed, more or less where your face is, and you can see the bulge in his baggy pants.

"I might as well go and tell Megumi that on his birthday, his guests start fucking in the room."

It was blackmail, wasn't it?

But you couldn't help that he was right.

You're not dating Suguru. And he's not that much older than you either.

So maybe a little triangle is something that won't be so bad?

What if no one finds out this way?

"S-Suguru..." you groaned to get his attention.

You wanted to finish this conversation quickly because the feeling of him being still inside of you is overwhelming and you really want him to move. You don't want to come this way. Especially when his belly rubs against your clit.

He looked at you.

"Maybe we should... You know..." you muttered blushing. "If no one finds out... And I'd like to continue..."

You said the last sentence more quietly.

"Good girl." said the elder patting you gently on the head.

Geto felt you tighten around him at this contact.

"So your decision, boy. I guess you want to give her a new experience, don't you?"

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Your head was tilted to the side as you lay on your back, letting Suguru do whatever he wanted with your pussy.

Your mouth was stuffed with the thick head of Toji's cock.

He may not have been as long as Suguru, but his girth made up for it.

A heavy cock covered in veins. Heavy testicles, and black pubic hair.

"All I want to do now is fuck those sweet lips." He said, moving his hips slightly, causing more of his length to enter your mouth.

She moaned loudly, sending vibrations to his cock by the sharp thrust Suguru gave you, driving the tip into your cervix. They competed for your attention.

Whether you focus more on sucking Toji's cock or moaning at the movements of Suguru's cock inside you.

You couldn't think of anything else but this. Because waves of pleasure from being fat fucked hard flowed through you, long dick in the pussy. But you were also getting wetter from having a hot, heavy cock in your mouth.

Geto took your legs from his hips, folding you. And he started to fuck you hard and fast. Reaching the deepest recesses of your pussy.

You released Toji's penis from your mouth, leaving it partly covered in saliva. Just to see Suguru's entire length disappear inside you in one fell swoop. And your pussy always swallowed it so well.

I felt a light tap of something wet against your cheek. As she looked to the side, trying to hold back moans, all you saw was Fushiguro's heavy length.

"Will you swallow that cock like your pussy swallows his cock?" He asked, slapping the tip against your lips, leaving some precum on your lips.

You nodded.

"Open your mouth."

He commanded, and as you held your mouth open, you let out moans.

To end up being gagged by his cock slowly entering your throat while he lightly pressed down on your neck so you wouldn't gag.

The feeling of being stuffed on both sides was overwhelming and so good. The way they fucked your holes, be it mouth or pussy, was so great.

Especially when they both spared no effort chasing orgasm.

And you don't know now if you don't orgasm continuously. Because you feel so good all the time.

You felt tired, and all too satisfied as they both let out low moans, filling you up.

You felt so stretched and so fucked as Suguru's cum filled your womb and Toji's cum spilled down your throat, flowing down your esophagus.

#jujutsu kaisen x you #geto smut #geto x you #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #toji smut

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viaoverthemoon · 10 months

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Unavoidable

Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader

Okay, this one is pretty self-indulgent bc I'm REALLY dreading that I have to do this soon. I've been told it isn't that bad and I've been told it hurts like hell. Guess I'll just have to find out.

DISCLAIMER: I have never physically experienced a pap smear before! Please do not think that what happens in this is ACTUALLY how it feels. This is just how I THINK it would feel.

Summary: You ask Leon to come with you for your very first pap smear that you have been dreading so long about.

Tw: Mentions of medical equipment, Uncomfortable medical procedures, pain, reader has a fear of doctors, minor description of anxiety (if u squint), lotsss of praise, comfort, fluff

DETAILED MEDICAL PROCEDURE AHEAD!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

Enjoy!

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"Oh my gosh, I'm so nervous,"

Leon tightly holds your hand as you sit on the stiff hospital bed, watching as your other hand anxiously fiddles with the hospital gown you wear.

You'd been dreading this day for the past week. After giving your virginity away to Leon, you'd told your mother. She'd immediately suggested getting the pap smear you'd once told her you wouldn't get until you lost your virginity.

You spent the week doing intense research, seeing multiple reactions that different people have had. None of them were the same, and that scared you beyond belief.

Leon watched your silent meltdown, wishing there was something he could do. He did his own research as well, diving into the internet and becoming slightly uncomfortable, but still trying to find out if there was some way he could comfort you. His search ended in uselessness, him not being able to find anything that would help him aid you.

But he saw a chance for redemption when you suddenly asked him to come with you.

And so the day had come.

Leon rubs his thumbs over your knuckles, noticing the trembling of your hands. "Don't be nervous sweetheart. I'm right here. Just hold on to me."

You smile at Leon, about to tell him how appreciative you are, but jump when the door opens.

The doctor enters the room, eyes looking at the two of you before she smiles softly. "First time?"

You offer a shaky smile and nod as you hold Leon's hand a little tighter.

The doctor laughs softly as she takes a seat in the rolling chair and flips through the papers on her clipboard. "I'm so sorry, love. But I'll try and makes this as quick as possible, promise. Let me ask you a few questions first."

She asks you the basic questions; 'Are you sexually active?' 'Is there a possibility that you may be pregnant?' 'When was your last menstrual cycle?' The classics.

Once she finishes the questions, she stands from her chair and begins to put the equipment she needs onto a small tray.

A sharp exhale leaves your lips and you opt to staring at the ceiling rather than what she's gathering, taking deep breaths to distract yourself.

Leon rubs your shoulder in a comforting manner, whispering small praises into your ear as he moves your hair to the side to kiss your temple. The doctor explains the process to you as calmly as possible.

"I put some gel on the speculum to ensure that it goes in easy and comes out easy. You may feel a slight pinch, but this shouldn't last longer than 2 minutes max. After that, I'll insert a swab and wipe around the cervix, and then I'll insert a soft brush into the cervix. After that, we're done!"

God, why are you sweating so much?!

You nod to the doctor as she pulls on her gloves, the anxious feeling never leaving as you try to take deep breaths. Leon kisses your shaking hand. "You're doing so good, angel. It'll be over before you know it."

You squeeze his hand to let him know you heard him before the doctor speaks again. "Okay, starting with the speculum,"

You wince a little at the intrusion as your heart leaps. And just when you think 'this isn't so bad', you feel the stretch.

You squeeze Leon's hand again and little ow, ow, ow's leave your lips as you whip your gaze away from the doctor. She and Leon begin to tell you how good you're doing and how it's almost over.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart. You're doing so good! Don't even look at her, just look at me. I'm right here. I've got you."

The praise momentarily takes your mind off of the tickling feeling of the swab, until the brush comes and enters your cervix.

You suck in a breath between your teeth at the less painful pinch, bringing yours and Leon's wrapped hands to your mouth to keep from swearing at the poor doctor.

Then she pulled out the brush, closing the speculum and taking it out of you. "Okay! All done! You did such a good job!"

You heard her but you hardly understood her, eyes brimming with tears as you slowly turn towards Leon. He takes one look at your wobbly lip and turns to the doctor. "Would you mind giving us a minute?"

The doctor gets the message immediately, collecting her things and the equipment before heading for the door. "Of course! Leave whenever you're ready! I'll get these to the lab and your results should be ready in 2-3 business days!"

The second the door closes behind her, the dam in your eyes finally bursts. You felt stupid for crying. You had no reason to. But the tears and sobs were unrelenting. You clung to Leon and he held you, smoothing your hair.

"It's okay sweetheart. You did so good. and I'm proud of you. That wasn't easy, I know."

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Can y'all tell I hate going to the doctor? :))))

I listened to 'Yes to Heaven' by Lana Del Ray while writing this <3

Hope you enjoyed!!

Requests are open!! <3

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lizzieislife94x · 4 months

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Impossible Mission (w.m)

Requested <3

ill try my best (:

Wanda Maximoff x G!P reader

Y/ns POV:

I walk up and down the jet biting my nails "what if we're walking into a trap Wanda we have no back up it's just you and i" she steps in front of me and rubs my shoulders to calm my nerves "y/n calm down its ok its a simple retrieve mission we just need to get in grab the files and out there's only a handful of hydra agents at this location we got this we work great as a team" I feel my nerves calming and nod "yeah wands you're totally right I'm sorry for freaking out I just get nervous when we have no one near to back us up but Tony wouldn't send us alone if it was dangerous " she looks at me and smiles "exactly now suit up so we can kick some ass and get the files and get back home to the compound" I walk to the back of the jet to get my suit on and take a few deep breaths time to kick some ass y/n you got this "wanda remember put the jet into stealth mode" I yell on the way to the front of the jet "I know I got it y/n we land in exactly 4 minutes are you ready?" I nod and shakes both my hands "it's now or never let's kick some ass Maximoff " I give her a huge grin and she giggles, I follow Wandas lead as we head into the building without being detected I keep my eyes on all areas and sit back and watch as Wanda takes 2 guards out with ease I didn't even have time do anything I stop my movements hearing someone creep up behind me I turn and start fighting one of the hydra agents knocking him out easily smiling at myself proud we make It into the room we've been looking for and both of us quickly search every area looking for the files we need "Wanda stay here get the file I hear someone outside ill handle it" I whisper and sneak out quietly leaving Wanda to get the file as I turn the corner I come face to face with one of the agents and automatically get into fighting stance "oh bring it on buddy" I smirk but suddenly he throws some sort of powder into my face as I take a deep breath, shit what was that I quickly take him down and start freak out, I'm gonna die what was that oh god I crouch down and feel tears as Wanda runs out "I got the..." she stop abruptly and looks at me "y/n what happened are you ok where are you hurt " I try and steady my breathing and stand up "I think I'm gonna die he threw some sort of power in my face and I'm pretty sure it's some sort of poison" I sniff pointing down at the unconscious agent as Wanda giggles like a school girl "I think your going to be ok" she states squeezing my shoulders I look at her confused "Wanda this is serious we need to get back to the lab so Bruce can help me" I feel her eyes travel down my body as she continues to giggle "y/n I promise you, you're going to be ok let's get back to the jet" I follow her eye line to the huge bulge in my suit why the fuck why am I hard the more I look the more my adrenaline calms and I'm hit with the instant feeling of arousal why the fuck am I horny "I'm so confused why am I feeling so uh.." I think of the right words to use as I walk back to the jet super uncomfortable "y/n he hit you with some type of sex pollen, hydra have been working on it what better way to disable a deadly enemy than turn them into a horny motherfucker" she giggles and it starts to click inside my head thank fuck but Holy shit this boner is hurting and making me feel amazing, we get back to the jet as I lay down and Wanda fixes the jet for take off I need to get out of this suit it's making my dick hurt, I take my suit off leaving me in my boxers and sports bra I slowly rub my hand over my bulge fuck that feels good maybe I could whack one out quickly and it will help a little I fucking hope so.

I slide my boxers down and slowly start to rub my hard member oh shit that's good I start to work a little faster moaning as the thought of Wanda pops into my mind why am I thinking about Wanda and why is it making me feel so fucking good "thought I'd find you here in this position" I hear her sweet voice without thinking I turn to face her dick in hand I don't know what it is I think the powder is taking over me I start to work my fist on my cock looking straight into her eyes moaning never breaking eye contact fuck what is happening it's like I can smell her arousal I can smell her pussy, fuck I walk over trapping her against the wall and start to kiss her neck "y/n we shouldn't this is wrong..." she moans not sounding convincing "I want to fuck you so hard you can't walk for a week" I growl into her ear "fuck y/n use me, I want you inside me" I start to rip her suit off leaving her naked as I spin her to face the wall and spread her legs lining my cock to her entrance slamming inside her without warning "fuckkkkkkk y/n" Wanda screams a mixture of pain and pleasure I gave her a second to adjust and start to thrust deep inside her tight little cunt "fuck Wanda so fucking tight and wet for me the minute you walked into the room I could smell your dripping little pussy" I husk into her ear as she moans in return "such a good little cock slut" I smirk fucking her harder against the wall "y/n don't fucking stop use my pussy fuck your so big I can't hold back I'm Cumming" she moans as she starts to cream all over my cock I look down at the sight and bite her shoulder gently as I continue my brutal pace pounding her pussy not giving her time to recover I'm to focused on my own high fuck it feels so good I slam in deeper and harder feeling the familiar knot in my stomach as I groan "I can't..its coming again " she breaths out whimpering under me after a few more pumps I start to unload my seed deep inside her waiting little cunt "wow fuck" I pant "get on your hands and knees" I whisper into her ear as I slide my dick out her sensitive cunt rubbing the tip against her clit "oh god y/n shit" she moans as she gets onto her hands and knees I moan at the sight of her dripping cunt mixed with both our cum I get down on my knees and line myself up to her waiting core "you're doing so well taking me wands you feel so fucking good your helping me so much" I groan as I slide my dick inside her slowly this time resting my hands on her back as I start to thrust slowly building my speed fuckkkk she feels amazing I groan and slap her ass as she moans and screams my name "I'm gonna cum" she moans out in a whisper as I feel her walls squeeze my cock I continue to thrust as she squirts all over my dick I moan into her ear and thrust harder and faster "to..much y/n I can't fuck so sensitive " I continue to thrust slowly feeling my release approach "give me one more baby I know you have one more in you" I moan rubbing her back "you're doing so fucking well princess one more " she moans "fuck ok y/n I can do one more" I smirk and pick up my pace fucking her at an ungodly pace after a few thrusts I slam deep inside her and fill her with my seed as she screams my name her own orgasm washing over her.

Arriving home in 8 minutes I hear Jarvas announcing fuck I'm still hard as a rock this is gonna be along night I lean down picking Wanda up sitting her on the bench as I pass her, her suit to get dressed and I go put my suit on and try my best to hide my bulge "I can't walk y/n" Wanda glares "ops I'll carry you" I bite my lip and laugh as the door opens and Tony and Nat stand waiting for us "oh my god Is she OK" Nat yells running to us and Tony smirks "Romanoff she's fine"Tony laughs as I carry Wanda inside Tony stopping us "so I was right they have some sort of sex pollen" he says with a smirk "you knew and you sent us?" I ask glaring at him "not 100% but now I do and I see the way you and witchy look at eachother we could all see the sexual tension so you're welcome" I laugh and look at Wanda "I can't fucking walk Tony" I laugh and carry her upstairs "I promise I'll make it up to you" she bites her lip looking at me "I'm not sorry I'm ready for plenty more poundings till your little problem is sorted just give me 30 mins to calm down" I bite my lip and nod laying beside her.

AN: hope this is OK if not I will fix bits :) If you have a request let me know and I'll try my best to bring it to life word count for this chapter is 1.7k enjoy (this is actually a fav of mine anyway drink water and stay hydrated babe<3)

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