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wpdarlingpan · 11 months

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hello! for the requests, how dark are you comfortable with writing? i wanted to request something barbie movie x reader with maybe kidnapping, noncon/dubcon, breeding, baby-trapping, idk something like that!

Their Love

Hey! Thank you so much for the request. I’ll probably only do kidnapping and a little sleeping kiss cause I’m not the most experienced on writing the other two so I hope you still like it!

Warnings: kidnapping and slight noncon (kiss while your sleeping)

Barbieworld (mainly Barbie and Ken) x Reader

You were from the real world and compared to Barbie world, it was terrible. It wasn’t pink buildings and clean beaches. For you, your reality was anything but. You lived on the streets of Los Angeles. Jumping from bench to bench if you were lucky or the occasional alley way. Your parents had kicked you out the day you turned 18. They had never wanted a child but didn’t want to deal with the legalities of abandonment so treating you as a maid until the day you turned 18 was their next best option.

Today you decided to go visit Venice Beach. It was full of people which meant blending in. At least it was supposed to.

Barbie and Ken had made their way into the real world to figure out her flat feet issue while Ken came to support his supposed “girlfriend”. They had rollerblades in neon rollerblades and flashy outfits, which in your opinion fit them well.

They were going the other direction of you so they didn’t notice how you stared after their retreating figures. A look of admiration sparkled in your usually dull eyes. It was nice, to see more people standing out from the typical style.

But as they were out of eyesight, they were out of mind. Just a brief passing thought as you figured you would never see the random strangers again.

Just to your unimaginable luck, you did.

Ken had made his way back to Barbieland to fill the Kens in on his understanding of patriarchy and horses. When he saw you. You hadn’t seen him yet, just gazing at the waves as they splashed against the shore. People running around with blinding smiles on their faces, surrounded by the people they love. A part of you wished for it but you didn’t even know how it felt.

Ken couldn’t look away, all the feelings of men being in charge went straight out the window as feelings of obsession began to blind his thoughts. He had begun to make his way over to you, his blonde ‘girlfriend’ briefly passed in his mind but he realized how he never truly loved her. He only thought he did because that was all he knew.

You didn’t notice as the blonde man sat down on the bench with you. Your legs pulled to your chest as if to protect yourself.

“Hi.”

You jumped slightly at the unexpected voice coming from your left. You looked on slightly stunned at the sight of one of the people from earlier.

“Hello.” You spoke shyly, you hadn’t had human interaction in awhile. After all the feelings of self doubt flooded your mind from your parents.

Ken couldn’t even speak right as he gazed at you with a look of love to the naked eye. But deep down the root of obsession was growing deep. Wrapping around his heart like a vine.

Once he knocked himself out of it, he was finally able to talk to you. Introducing himself, which you didn’t even find his name odd, after all you were never bought dolls as a child. It made him love you ever more. After all he could be himself. Not a Ken. Just Ken. He felt kenough. (Sorry I had to ;))

You talked for nearly a hour. You had grown comfortable in his presence which was usually hard to accomplish after being mistreated for so long. But a part of you just knew something felt right, and that feeling didn’t happen often.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you off the bench unexpectedly before rushing you guys towards the shops. You just let your new ‘friend’ drag you along because your naively trusted him. You also didn’t have much waiting for you back at the beach. He stopped at a stand that was selling traded in clothes, shoes, bikes, etc…

“What size rollerblade are you?” He question as he found a couple of rollerblades. They weren’t neon nor pink but they would make do until he could get you some in Barbieland.

“Uh rollerblade?”

“Yes. What size?”

“I don’t know I’ve never rollerbladed.”

Ken had a look of astonishment on his face before looking down are your shoe covered feet and took a estimation before grabbing a dark purple pair and running off. The shop manager yelling curses as you two left out of sight.

“What was that?!” You yelled nervously. You couldn’t afford to be arrested. Ken looked calm as ever as he led you to a bench and traded out your shoes for the blades. Once he finished he put his on and helped you stand up.

“What are we even doing Ken?”

“We are going back to Barbieland.” You looked at him in disbelief as if he would suddenly break out laughing but the urge to get you there before you could leave him was overwhelming.

You wanted to protest but the idea of falling and possibly injuring yourself with zero hope of medical insurance, you didn’t have many options. He led you off into a little area where suddenly you weren’t rollerblading. You were on a snowmobile. Then a bike. A rocket ship. A motor home where he had made you both s’mores. Well plastic ones but the flavor still melted onto your tongue and your stomach felt almost sick after two of the treats. Then finally a boat and a car. You saw the giant sign approaching, not realizing this would be the last time you would see this sign. After all, you weren’t leaving anytime soon.

Meanwhile after Barbie had fled from Mattel with Gloria and Sasha they were just about to approach the beach.

Ken didn’t exactly know where to bring you. But as he drove you into town he saw the way everyone’s eyes lingered after the car. More specifically after you. You were silent most of the trip but couldn’t help letting out silent awe’s at the world around you. Followed by a self-conscious feeling. After all you were not the most put together person and all of these people don’t have a hair out of place.

Ken brought you to Barbies Dreamhouse and told you to wait as he opened the door for you like a gentlemen. He never even did it before, but the thoughts came naturally.

“Wow.” You said quietly as he led you into the house and up the stairs. It was the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen. But a part of you was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like going back to LA.

“I’ll bring you some clothes if you want to go to the shower. Not saying you look dirty or anything I just thought-“ he was cut off by your giggle as he looked at you with embarrassment.

“It’s okay Ken. I would really like to freshen up. Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Of course!” He forgot all about his rant as he ran to go get clothes and you quickly hopped into the shower before he could return. No water came out of the shower head like you expected but you were getting clean nonetheless.

Meanwhile Ken picked out one of his favorite outfits and set it near the shower. The urge to look was overruled by his feeling of protection over the innocent person.

Barbie and the two humans weren’t faced with the volleyball court of boys and female cheerleaders. It was all the same as when she left. She gladly pointed everything out and talked about the amazing world and she was able to back it up with the wonderful sights. They were even able to see the President.

Pulling up to her dreamhouse she saw another car outside which was presumably Ken’s. She held back a sigh before getting out of the car. She led the women in behind her. But what she wasn’t expecting was to see another human standing beside Ken. Barbie noticed they were wearing her clothes but didn’t mind all that much after seeing how they looked on you. Kens arm wrapped around your waist in case of a bad reaction but Barbies eyes gained a similar look as Kens earlier. The feeling of obsession and love competing with one another before mixing into one.

They shared a look of understanding which didn’t go unnoticed to Gloria and Sasha, after all they were quite adverse in the real world.

The three humans had no idea that you would never be leaving Barbieworld again.

But then again… what did you have to lose?

Barbie set up Gloria and Sasha with a house a few away from hers. It was a discontinued house so nobody was currently living in it. She left them to settle in for the next few days, or shorter depending on how long she could stand having a distraction from you. After all she began to feel her heels lift whenever she saw you.

Barbie and Ken talked with you for a few hours, answering all your questions without any distain until it began to grow late. They promised to answer more of your questions tomorrow. Secretly happy they had a reason to cut you off as they felt the question of leaving approaching. Barbie got you some pajamas and before you knew it the there of you were laying in a heart shaped bed. One of the dolls on either side or you.

They both had a arm wrapped around you, leaning you feeling trapped but as you laid there the feeling of being trapped faded into safety.

Once you fell asleep the blondes placed a loving kiss on your lips, just lightly enough not to wake you up even though they could only wish for now to feel it be reciprocated as nature feelings blossomed.

Everyone in Barbieland questioned who you were after you had left with Ken, soon followed by staying with Barbie. But they couldn’t feel themselves being opposed to it, after all you looked so adorable!

So I guess your there to stay huh?

#barbie x reader #barbie 2023 #barbie #greta gerwig #ryan gosling #ken x reader #Yandere #obsession #kidnapping #barbieland #margot robbie

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sapphic-gardn · 10 months

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Willow | joel miller x f!reader | pt. 1

part 2

Summary: When you arrived in Jackson at the age of eighteen, you found a place to rest your mind and live comfortably while keeping to yourself. Five years later, Tommy Miller’s brother arrives and finds a way to get right under your skin.

(no physical description of reader, no use of y/n, enemies to lovers type beat)

Warnings (18+ mdni): mentions of loss/grief, swearing, age gap (reader is 23 Joel is in his 50s), angst, mutual pining kinda?, no physical description of reader, will specify with each chapter

Word count: 1.3k

a/n: Hi guys! This is the first part to my first ever Joel Miller fic. AHHH!! I’m so nervous but I am also really excited. I have planned this out for awhile and I just hope it manifests into something you all can enjoy. This first part is short but it’s kind of a prologue so you get a feel of Joel and reader’s dynamic. Let me know what you think <3 I’m shaking in my boots as I’m posting this

(The title is based off of Taylor Swift’s song Willow. I was listening to it while I wrote this. I just adore her sm)

credit to @cafekitsune for the cutie divider <3

Your cheeks stung as the bitter breeze swept across the dense forest just outside of Jackson. You tugged your heavy coat a little tighter to your chest as your horse trotted over the rough terrain.

“‘S that alright with ya?” Your patrol partner’s voice reeled you back in from your daze.

“Sorry, uh, what did you say, Tommy?” He let out a dry chuckle and you noted his look of amusement before directing your gaze ahead of you once again.

“I’m gonna be helpin’ Maria out with the baby for a few weeks. Gonna have you patrollin’ with Joel for awhile. Alright with you?” Tommy repeated himself with a huff.

Your eyes went wide and you snapped your head to the right where Tommy swayed on his horse and looked back at you with slight desperation.

“Joel?” You cleared your throat and quickly averted your eyes to the trail ahead, “Yeah, that’s fine.”

No no no. That is not fine. Joel? Joel fucking Miller who you have a big fat embarrassing crush on? Joel Miller who is old enough to be your father? The man who only speaks in grunts and groans? Please, let this be some twisted fucking dream.

Tommy sighed in relief, “I’m glad to hear it. Listen, I know you two are barely acquainted—haven’t said more ‘n two words to each other—but he’s good. He won’t give ya a hard time.”

A feeling of unease settled in your gut as you prepared yourself for humiliation on your next patrol with Joel fucking Miller.

Your life before Jackson was not glorious in any way. The bouts of starvation and taking shelter in abandoned homes had you convinced you were going to die alone sooner rather than later. That is, until Maria found you. Doe eyed and shrunken into a fetal position in a dark corner of a crumbling cabin.

It was surreal when you first arrived five years ago. Barely eighteen, grieving the loss of your parents, taking in the settlement before you. Life in Jackson was so peaceful despite the chaos that surrounded its walls.

Maria carved out a place for you in the community. She placed you in a little cottage a few houses down from her and Tommy. You were assigned to different jobs around the commune before discovering your strong suit was gardening. It was beyond anything you could’ve hoped for—a home.

You mostly kept to yourself. Everybody was so kind and welcoming but with the state of the world and the recent loss of your parents, it was easier to create a barrier. Your trust was sparse and only extended as far as Tommy and Maria. There was always something missing, though. Someone missing. And then, Joel Miller showed up five years later.

When you first met Joel, it was through Tommy’s efforts. You had been in the garden, harvesting vegetables when Tommy called out your name, “I want ya to meet my brother, Joel, he’ll be livin’ right next door to you. Thought it’d be best to introduce y’all.”

When you turned around, your breath hitched at the sight of him. Tousled gray hair framing his stoic expression complimented with deep brown eyes that looked right through you.

Joel grumbled something that sounded like a greeting, ignoring your outstretched hand in front of him.

“A man of few words, I guess.” You let out a humorless chuckle and placed your hand on your hip. Joel just walked away in response to your commentary. Asshole.

“Don’t take it personal. He’s like that with everyone.” Tommy ran a hand through his hair and sighed, “Alright, I’ll let ya get back to it, then. See you tomorrow at the stables. Patrol at 7 a.m. sharp, miss.” You nodded in affirmative and waved him goodbye.

The rest of the day was spent distracted by thoughts of Joel occupying your brain. What was his problem? Why didn’t he say anything to you? Did he always wear that scowl on his face? That damned gorgeous face.

The following month you had successfully dodged Joel like the plague. Sure, you wanted to see him but avoiding another interaction with him was a top priority. And you were happy with that. You could yearn from a distance—or so you thought.

You were tossing and turning in your bed unable to slow your heart rate. In the morning, you were to meet Joel at the stables for patrol. Fuck. The anticipation was unbearable. How would you act around him? No one has ever gotten to you like he has. What if you say something stupid? What if he doesn’t say anything at all?

You don’t know what time it was when you finally got some shut eye but you were awoken from your sleep by the sound of pounding on your front door. You looked at your watch and cursed under your breath. You shuffled to your front door, too blanketed in sleep to care that you had on a tank top that left barely anything to the imagination.

“I ain’t waiting all damn day!” You heard the gruff voice call out from the other side of the door before you swung it open. You were confronted with none other than Joel Miller. He took in your appearance and his look of anger momentarily turned into a look of bashfulness. Joel cleared his throat and looked down at his worn boots.

“Aren’t you just sunshine? Look, I’m sorry. I slept like shit and didn’t wake up to my alarm. Give me a few minutes, I’ll be right out.” You were rattled but didn’t let your expression show it.

Before you could retreat, Joel spoke up once more, “Five minutes ‘s all I’m givin’ ya. Hurry it up, little girl.” With that, you slammed the door in his face.

You swear that was the fastest you’d ever gotten ready in your life. Before leaving, you gave yourself a once over in the bathroom mirror—you looked far from pristine but at least your breath smelled fresh and your jeans fit just right.

As you stepped out the door, you eluded eye contact with Joel. And with a grunt, you both descended your front steps to walk to the stables.

The walk was silent for the first few minutes until you decided to speak up, “I’m not a little girl, y’know. Don’t fuckin’ call me that.” Sure, you were young, but he had no idea what you were capable of. Anger and embarrassment started bubbling up in your throat.

Joel just chuckled and quirked an eyebrow at you. It bothered you that he didn’t say anything back, but you just pushed it aside and started walking ahead of him. You had quite the mouth on you and it stirred something inside of Joel. You were a willing opponent fighting to put him in his place.

At the stables, you and Joel barely exchanged words, all of which consisted of double checking supplies and grumbles of confirmation before heading out.

Once both of you made it about a mile out of the gates, Joel began thinking of what to say to you. He was content with silence, he liked his solitude—but when it came to you, curiosity got the best of him.

“So—“ Joel started but you were quick to cut him off.

“Don’t have to say anything to me. Next few weeks’ll be painless if you keep to yourself and I do the same.” You kept your eyes ahead as you spoke. If you looked at him, your cold facade would simply melt under his gaze.

Joel didn’t try to rebuke. He figured it was best to keep you at arms length. A woman like you was nothing but trouble for an old man like him. But how he craved to know what was going on in that pretty little head of yours.

a/n: I hope you like it so far! I am working on the next part already. Let me know your thoughts :) love you -Jen 🤓

Taglist: @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @alejaa-a @cool-iguana @littleshadow17 @planet-marz1 @alyhull

#joel miller fic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller apologist #jenispunk #joel miller x female reader #joel miller the last of us

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socheckitout-mikey · 2 years

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Hello! Could you do headcannos of David from TLB with a S/O that it's super insecure about people leaving her?

heya, i've been sat on this one for awhile and i really am unsure how to answer this as i don’t really see this person melding well with david.

where i see david being somewhat understanding and patient in the beginning, i think his patience may run out if it’s a repeated issue; wearing him down or even irritating him at points when someone is repeatedly mistrusting his intentions. he’s very much in the present, wanting to have fun despite having traits like sarcasm and broodiness. the idea of him abandoning his s/o is laughable to him and the boys bc they’re already his! what more can he do to solidify that outside of what he’s already done?

i don’t see the relationship lasting unless his s/o was working on themselves to change said behaviours, thought patterns and so on. david is very much a: “lets get to the root of the issue and do something about it” kind of guy (where possible). he gets everyone has insecurities, but not when it’s the main focus of the relationship. he’s a creature of the night after all. he wants to have fun and not be held back by such things. he’s not a therapist either, its not his sort of shtick.

i believe david’s a caring guy deep down. seeing his s/o insecure and afraid of abandonment breaks his heart. him and the boys are the loyalest bunch of vamps out there, despite their savage inhibitions! he can only prove it sm until a discussion will be brought up. expect honesty from him. the work must come from them, whilst he will do his part too. tho he's not privy to moving with change. stubborn is his middle name.

david himself most likely has issues pertaining to abandonment. seen through his undying loyalty to star and trying to bring michael into the bunch, even at the end. i think someone with these insecurities would clash with him. clinging does nothing short of pushing him away further. he’s akin to a scruffy yet sleek stray cat, free like a bat floating upon the winds at night. exuding qualities like: independence, self-sufficiency, etc. he needs that room to feel at peace and content with his afterlife (however blood, partying and never growing old can be such a thing).

in reality, he’s not going anywhere. if seeing him have fun with the boy's breeds insecurities it just reiterates the problem. he’s obviously capable of having bonds, even romantic ones. however, i feel that he’d be better in a friendship with this person, where the boys also help reassure them they’re never going to know abandonment or pain again. through that a romantic bond may occur once there’s been understanding on the reader's part that this is the truth that matters. none of them will grow sick, old or die! isn’t that beautiful?

then his devotion will shine through, which on a romantic basis is amplified by a thousand!

i’m aware that my interpretation of this may be harsh or discouraging, but it is as it stands. david isn’t the type to desert those he cares for so rest easy in that notion. everyone is entitled to their own opinions. in fact, i welcome differences and discussions! if he’s your comfort character, helping you get through something then i understand and am happy for you. we all have insecurities, deserving love and respect unconditionally. sorry this didn’t turn out the way you probably hoped. - mae

#david #david x reader #david headcanons #david imagines #the lost boys #the lost boys headcanons #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys david #the lost boys david imagines #the lost boys david headcanons #the lost boys david x reader #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys 1987 imagines #the lost boys 1987 headcanons #the lost boys 1987 david #the lost boys 1987 david imagines #the lost boys 1987 david headcanons #the lost boys 1987 david x reader #i hope you enjoyed it!

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iamselfmade · 1 year

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Ever since the little “Soong family reunion,” the android had been gallivanting around Federation space. And, at first, he was gloating in his accomplishments; he had successfully confiscated his brother’s emotion chip, and although he still didn’t feel whole, at least the knowledge of Data’s impasse ensured him that neither of them would ever truly be perfect. However, after his many attempts at integrating himself into other organisations, such as the Rigellian Hunters, Suliban Nomads, and Nausicaan Outlaws, Lore had discovered that even those species had their prejudices toward artificial lifeforms ⸺ they were just as terrible as humans. This realisation made him feel an excruciating loneliness, which brought him to the conclusion to cease his illegal enterprises and roam the galaxy on his own, wishing, hoping he would find a place, a planet, where he could pursue his dreams and live among kindred spirits; individuals who would understand him, because they were like him, lost and forgotten…

The Romulan Warbird he had commandeered from a Nausicaan Outlaw after he had double-crossed the idiot, was on auto-pilot until its sensors intercepted a distress call from a moon not far away from his current position. Curiosity, an intrinsic characteristic in every Soong-type android, compelled him to investigate, and he tapped the coordinates into the console, altering the Warbird’s trajectory.

When the vessel arrived at its destination, Lore scanned the moon’s desolate surface for life signs. There was one, but how peculiar, it was half-humanoid, half-artificial. A cyborg? A Borg?

Lore beamed down to the surface of the moon, and one glance at the lifeform confirmed his suspicions; a lonesome Borg. A smug grin was conjured to his synthetic countenance; he was going to derive great pleasure from taunting one of the Federation’s greatest foes. However, his resolution wavered when he advanced and realised that the Borg was… Wait. Were those tears? Was that Borg crying?

Awkwardly, the android became stationary and whistled to garner the boy’s attention. Perhaps he could deal with the kid and salvage the ship? But then another thought struck him: what if this boy had been abandoned by the Collective? Discarded by his family, just like him? But what if it wasn’t? What if this was a trap?

‘D’you need a ride?’ he asked promptly, throwing all caution to the wind. ‘Because it doesn’t look like you’re going to get anywhere with that piece of scrap,’ he pointed out, gesturing to the crashed shuttle, which was clearly Borg in design. ‘My name’s Lore. What’s yours? Do Borg even have names?’

@spacetimewriter (Lore, cont. from here)

Funny. He had been so upset he hadn’t even noticed when this new stranger approached. He didn’t notice until the man whistled.

The man, an android, looked so much like Data it made Hugh’s heart ache even more and his face twisted up all over again. He sniffled and choked back a sob that escaped his throat in such a small hiccup. He missed Data. He missed Geordi. He missed Geordi so much! And Beverly!! Oh, he missed her warm smile. How she smelled how Hugh imagined a mom might smell. Floral, in a soft and gentle way.

But this wasn’t Data. He said his name was Lore and asked if he needed a ride. Was that an offer?

“My name is Hugh,” he answered, voice tight with emotion. It sounded so strange to his own ears. Strangled, like it was being forced through the vocal implant by a fist in his lungs. “I’m stuck. I’m not Borg anymore and the Collective-” He cut himself off as fresh tears began to fall. “The Collective doesn’t want me anymore.”

No one did.

“I’m stuck,” he repeated. “I’m stuck.”

He did need a ride off the moon. He just wished it was the Enterprise taking him back. The Enterprise was warm, comfortable, he’d even be okay being trapped in the brig for awhile. At least he had company. Guards, but they counted. This was the closest thing to homesick he’d likely experience. Rejected by two homes, now. If he could call them homes.

He hugged himself. “I don’t know what to do.”

#(SAD BOY HOURS)#ic; to be me #verse; i am hugh #lore; twerp #spacetimewriter

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thearchivistsjournal · 1 year

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Day 345,

Morning thought: Judging by the moon last night, the next mist night should be in four or five days. Here’s hoping it doesn’t mess with celebration plans too much.

I’ve been watching the moon phases more closely than normal lately. Counting down the days until something terrible happens. It doesn’t really help, and if anything it just makes me even more anxious about it, but it’s hard not to. After my dream self’s wild abandon in heading deeper last time I’ve got this dreadful feeling that I’m going to pay the price for it.

*******

Lin came by the library today. Sounds like Ka’eo’s having a better day than usual so she’s able to take some time for herself while Huan handles things. In other words, time for a day of relaxing with a book in a quiet corner of the archive. Cass made a joke about choosing to come down here instead of watching Maiko at work. Said joke involved mention of “muscles gleaming with sweat”. I was momentarily horrified by the unexpected ribaldry being applied to what I’d believed was a sensitive subject, but then Lin laughed and said it was some tempting imagery but she didn’t want to be a distraction. Maybe another time though.

Guess she and Maiko had made up even more than I realized if she’s comfortable with joking around like that? Another reminder that your friends have lives that go on when you're not around. And another reminder that the cheeky child is growing into a cheeky teenager.

In that same vein, I found out today that Cass has been talking to Lin for awhile now about change in apprenticeship. Not like they were keeping it a secret from me or anything, just today was the first time I happened to be around when the topic came up. I can’t say I’m surprised, but, again, feels a little weird. Lin implied that she wanted to talk to me more about it, just not today while she’s trying to relax and take her mind off of serious stuff. Understandable, even if I’m now half-dreading trying to explain myself and why I’m calling off the current apprenticeship.

I probably shouldn’t feel that way, but that’s feelings for you.

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bennylafittelove · 2 months

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From @promptsforthestrugglingauthor, Writing Prompt #2645 He'd promised to take care of me. He said once I'd finished the work, that it would be just the two of us, and we could enjoy our time together.

But instead he abandoned me.

Broken promises

Benny quickly looked both ways before darting across the street to the alleyway. His shift at the diner had run late and now he was making his way home in the dark.

Not that it mattered.

Making it to his small cabin in the woods on the outskirts of town, Benny immediately kicked off his shoes and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Just as he was about to twist it open a scent caught his attention and he sighed heavily.

“What do you want?” he asked bitterly without turning.

“What? No hello for an old friend?” a man’s voice behind him asked, straining for humor and falling short.

“Last I checked we ain’t friends, chief. Or am I suddenly not on your hit list anymore?”

Benny finally turned to see Sam standing there, unarmed and looking a little lost. And awkward as hell. Benny snorted and reached back into the fridge and offered Sam a beer, the younger man accepting.

“So, what do I owe the pleasure of this breaking and entering? Finally going to try to kill me?” Benny asked before taking a swig.

“Benny, it’s Dean. I can’t find him anywhere and he’s been off the radar too long. I could use your help finding him.” Sam said hesitantly as he swirled his beer.

Benny snorted and rolled his eyes, pushing passed Sam and making his way to his lazyboy in the living room. Sam followed slowly and stood nearby, waiting for an answer.

“You think I know where he is? After all this time? After all he put me through?!” Benny snapped.

Sam flinched but didn’t say anything, just looked anywhere but at Benny. Benny scoffed and took another swig of his beer.

“Ever since that night I’ve been trying to put things behind me. Trying to forget what happened. Trying to forget you Winchesters. But looks like I can’t get a moments peace.”

“Benny please. He’s my brother. You cared about him once,” Sam pleaded.

“Yeah, once. He made a promise, Sam. And we both know Dean Winchester don’t break his promises. At least not until now,” Benny threw back.

“Please. I’m begging here,” Sam sounded so lost it tugged at Benny’s heart, but he couldn’t go through that again, couldn’t be hurt again.

“He’d promised to take care of me, Sam. He said once I’d finished the work I had cleaning out my old nest, that it would just be the two of us, and we could enjoy our time together.” Benny took a shaky breath before looking up at Sam with wet eyes. “But instead he abandoned me.”

“Benny, I know he’d never do anything intentional to hurt you. Something must’ve come up or stopped him. I know Dean, he’d never turn his back on a friend. Especially one he loves.” Sam tried to comfort Benny but his words did little to help.

“Go on, Sam. There’s nothing for you here. I don’t want to see you or Dean ever again, y’hear? Just leave and don’t come back,” Benny said sadly as he stood and turned away from Sam, fighting back his tears.

There was a moments silence before Sam nodded and slowly made his way to the door. He paused before leaving and looked back, trying to think of something to say, but couldn’t find the words.

“Take care, Benny,” he finally said and slowly closed the door behind him.

“You too, Sam. You too,” Benny whispered.

He stood there for awhile, trembling before he couldn’t fight the tears any longer. With a snarl of frustration he hurled the bottle of beer against the wall as hard as he could, watching it shatter. Tears fell freely now as he collapsed to his knees and held his face in his hands.

Benny had been alone, for so long. He finally had felt like he belonged, that someone finally wanted him, only to have that someone take his heart and shred it before his eyes. He was alone again.

It was better this way.

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tangiblejournal56 · 1 year

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8/9/11

Last night when I returned home from work Jacob, Josh, Thom & Racha were playing dice, the boys drunk & high, & I was greeted loudly, goofy grins & laughter. I played a few games, Jacob & I barbing each other jokingly but with a slight serious edge to it. I was calling him out on his making me feel like an idiot when I don’t know something, he was trying to defend his reactions. I soon had to go to bed to get up early for work, so I excused myself for bed. Under my blanket I tried to sleep, but it did not reach me for a long while, & even then it was brief. I woke around three, Racha asleep next to me. My throat was a desert, so I walked out of my room for water, wearing my thin white teeshirt with nothing beneath, & Ryan’s old pajama shorts. Jacob & Thom were still up, by now very drunk, being loud & catastrophic, & I watched them with a warm affection. Jacob stopped me at the kitchen, held his thin arm out to pull me into a hug, said with great cheer, “I love you Jamie, I’m so glad we are roommates!” I smiled, hugged him back, my cheek against the red material of his shirt, my arm around his slight waist. Thom made his innuendo-filled jabs at us, & I returned to Racha & my bed. I laid in the dark for awhile until I realized sleep was not forthcoming, then I rejoined the boys I so adore. Jacob again came right up to me, I asked him if we could go have a cigarette. He excitedly answered yes, so long as I told him all about the dreams I’d had while asleep. He sat close to me on the wood slats of the deck, his hip & shoulder against mine. I asked him in my small voice if I could rest my heavy head on him. He laced his arm in mine & my head fell to his shoulder. Thom joined us. Jacob & I acted silly & cuddly with each other, showing an intimacy we hadn’t displayed in front of Thom, or anyone, before. I was pleased for it, my night had been lonely & I longed for physical contact. I’d been missing Max with a fierce passion. Thom made jokes about Jacob & I should get a room, did we want to be alone. The comments seemed to roll right off Jacob’s back, they didn’t stop him from acting sweet with me. I asked Jacob if he was sleeping in my bed tonight, as he had before, & he shrugged, those big green eyes leaving the decision to me. “Sleep in my room,” I decided, nodding my head at him before getting back into my bed. I passed out only to later wake with a start at the sound of my door, Jacob hovering, “Can I sleep in here?” “Mmm,” I mumbled, rolling close to Racha to make room. He dropped his pants to the floor & crawled under my blanket, & unlike the other night he this time immediately wrapped his body around mine closely, warm & comforting, & I was grateful for the contact, to not feel alone. I quickly fell fast asleep, waking to my shrill alarm. I’d rolled toward Jacob & had been sleeping with my face against his chest, his arms under & over me, & I felt a surge of disappointment at having to abandon the most comfort I’ve felt in a long time. The duration of my long commute to work, I thought about the image of waking up to that, how nice it felt, how I enjoyed it so much more than our clumsy sex, our constant flirtation. I am glad our friendship has progressed to this, this closeness, this affection. How he truly enjoys my company, I mean something to him, when I once worried he & I would never have much to talk about, despite my attraction to him. Jacob isn’t one to throw around “I love you,” so I thrilled at him telling me this in the kitchen with no prompting from me. He has such a way of making me shy, when I am normally brazen & sarcastic. I had been telling Thom earlier how Jacob & I acted toward each other now, cooking together, reading together, all of his “honeys” & “sweeties,” how we often act like a couple. We hadn’t behaved that way in front of Thom or Racha so far, & I think it surprised Thom to actually see it, the physical familiarity, the intimacy & private jokes, the complete ease with which we handle each other. Thom’s comments that maybe he should leave the two of us alone, give us some privacy. I am unaware whether Jacob told him about our sleeping together, or whether he knows that Thom already knows. I suspect he assumes Thom knows, but I doubt he told Thom himself, ever the vigilant keeper of his own counsel. I mentioned to Thom Jacob’s apparent annoyance when I bring up moving to Portland, that response he has of ignoring a topic he doesn’t want to hear or discuss. Thom acted worried, as though this may signify Jacob having feelings for me that run deeper than friendship. I don’t entirely believe it myself but there are times I wonder, comments he’ll make or looks he’ll give me, & I’ll feel like a voyeur, peeking in through a keyhole. Jacob doesn’t let anyone see what he doesn’t want them to see, so I wonder if I’m becoming more adept at reading him or if I’m only seeing exactly what he’s allowing me. And then I recall all of the other times before that I’d imagined he’d had more than a passing interest in me, & how mistaken I’d been, so I wonder if I’m not just reading into the situation more than what is there. And to what end does any of this matter anyway? What would I even do if he were to be interested in me? If he were to be interested he would shelve those feelings knowing I’m leaving, & nothing will stop me from moving but for Max. Also, & this is a beaten horse but relevant nonetheless, our sex is not good. Granted, it has gotten better each time, but it still has a long way to go. Though he does have his moments, the incredible sexiness of his teasing me, “Jacob please, please…” I’ll beg, how he’ll smile maliciously, mischievously, those sleepy-lidded bedroom eyes. “No,” he’ll reply, holding off. So smug to have me pleading, begging, for what I keep hoping he can do for me. Always I am astounded by how maddeningly attractive I find him every minute outside of the bedroom. His laugh, his ease, seeing him napping on the floor in his gym shorts, his jock clearly outlined in the thin red material, large even when not aroused, every detail defined, his indifference. I think of when we’d been wrestling around & I sat astride him like that, in my skirt, no underwear, how he’d slid his hands up the material, up my thighs, not hesitating to reach for what he wanted. I think of that & I am turned on, & yet he still cannot elicit an orgasm for me. WHAT. THE. FUCK. What a cruel irony. I long for Max, with who it is so easy most of the time. Unfulfilled.

Later

There is really no grand, clever opening sentence for the experience I shall soon describe in the diary. Perhaps I’ll think of one later & revise the entry, but as for now, I’m still in a vague state of shock, so I will just continue on.

Last night Josh, Jacob, Racha, Thom & I went to the Austin Park & Play for go-carts, laser tag, etc. We ran around like children, excited at everything. I called Max for a few minutes, he was at the grocer’s so I let him go, I’d just wanted to hear his voice. We’d spoken the previous night, or attempted to, I was very high & kept slurring my words, an odd role reversal for us.

Once home we all cooked & created a large carpet picnic feast of vegan tacos, our strange family of friends, enjoying being together again. Josh & Thom went to bed as Racha, Thom & I went down to the pool for a midnight swim. She & I took off our bathing suits, our bodies pale & glowing beneath the blue blanket of water, & a small, trite part of myself was pleased at having lost weight as she had gained it, & I felt a childish confidence that my body looked better. I immediately felt a rush of shame after, as I know it means nothing, really. We teased Jacob until his shorts too came out from under him, goofing around, nervous & excited at this illicit game. I wanted Jacob to have this adventure, like a gift, as he has no idea how lovely & attractive he is. I wanted to give him a shot in the arm of confidence. He seemed trepidatious, not nervous but just watching it unfold, like he was trying to size up the situation, trying to figure out what he could or could not do, what was allowed, whether or not he wanted to do this.

We went back up to my room where we all were going to sleep. We put in a movie & decided to have a naked party, all of us disrobing & then scrambling beneath the sheets. I lay between the two, Racha spooning with her front to my back, myself doing the same to Jacob. I asked him if we could play with his stomach hair, he laughed & agreed. Racha’s hand moved about his chest for a moment, then lay still, while mine explored, just light enough to be more a sensation than a tickle, the way Shawn always begs me to do on his back. I’d noticed he’d trimmed the whole area & I wondered if that meant he’d anticipated this scenario, or a similar one. I also wondered if he knew whose hand was whose, concealed by blankets & the dark. Racha moved her hand to my collar bone & I slid my hand even further down Jacob’s concave stomach, feeling his breathing pattern quicken, his inability to lie still. He turned to look at me & Racha asked what was going on, casual, laughing. “Nothing…” we responded, & Jacob turned back to the movie, but took my hand & slid it back down to where he wanted it, a move that did well to turn me on. Racha began caressing my collar bone softly, but I barely noticed her as Jacob had again turned back toward me & was looking at me, moving his hand up & down my body. Eventually I seemed to be the center of this attention, both of them exploring me like an exhibition, Jacob’s hard on rubbing against my thigh as he watched Racha & I kissing, fondling each other, giggling all the while. She asked me what I wanted to do, I asked her the same. “Oh no!” she exclaimed, “I can’t decide this!” I turned to Jacob, he shrugged. I knew this was his first experience with two girls & his shyness would overcome him, so I took the reins & decided for everyone, told Jacob to fuck me while he kissed Racha. He was pleased with that idea, & I watched them making out over me while he held my sides, driving into me. For the first time I was genuinely turned on as he fucked me, so I wanted more. A strange emotion hit me as they kissed, watching Jacob’s masculine, bearded face mashing into Racha’s pale, smooth skin, sort of a cross between thrill & unease. The voyeurism turned me on, how sexy Jacob looks while kissing. But that twinge, a small jealousy, I didn’t want him kissing someone else. Bad sign.

But we continued, though the vibe took on a shift, a change in the atmosphere, imperceptible to anyone but me at first. I told Racha to get on top of Jacob while I watched (playing the role of conductor they’d put me in amid this strange orchestra). She did so, but bounced around, goofy & obviously not that interested in it. She then seemed bothered that Jacob seemed so stoic about it. I had noticed how he was oddly quiet, as on our occasional trysts he’d always made some noise, moaning or groaning or calling my name. I’d also noticed how blank his face seemed while Racha awkwardly rode him. She told him to fuck me again & she sat herself on the floor. He climbed over me & did so, this time his face with that look of pleasurable exertion so familiar to me, those groans. He was doing exactly what I liked, teasing me, hurting me, practiced moves that worked well. Racha said she was going to smoke a cigarette while we finished. I asked her if everything was okay, she replied it was fine. Earlier when she had been riding Jacob & she commented on his seeming lack of excitement, “Why aren’t you excited? Aren’t you having fun? Don’t you like having two girls?” Jacob had gotten this look on his face, mumbled “It’s not that…” I thought he must be talking about Racha’s having a boyfriend, how this violates his moral code. But as Racha left, I looked down at him, wondering if this was going to end the fun. But no, he wanted to continue just as I did, so I got up & went down on him. This time he was not silent, could not maintain his stoicism. Writhing & moans & that surprised “Ohhh! That feels good…” & gasps until he was coming across his own stomach. Then the usual silliness trying to gloss over the awkwardness of the post-sex cleanup. I went to check on Racha, she repeated that she was fine, & we all had a cigarette before returning to my bed for sleep. Though Jacob & I slept next to each other, the only contact we had was my forehead against his shoulder.

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We Were Always Going to End Up Together - Ch 18

Suptober 22, Day 18: Tattoos

On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/113095033

(Or read from the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/106051008)

“Well friends that was an excellent meal,” stated Gabe from where he lounged in the back seat.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” said Dean. It had been a wonderful weekend. Friday was mellow and full of comfort. Today, had been great, hanging out with Cas. They had met up with Gabe for dinner at a restaurant on the other side of town and were now making their way back to Cas’ farmhouse.

“Is it just me, or are you driving very slowly?” asked Cas.

Dean grimaced. “That temperature drop they predicted seems to have hit a little early. Roads are kind of patching over with ice.”

“Should we stop somewhere?”

“No good place to stop. And it won’t get better until they salt the damn roads or the sun comes up again. And since it’s the Saturday after Thanksgiving, I’m guessing that we are out of luck on them sending plows out.”

They drove in a tense silence for the next few miles, even Gabriel opting for quiet in the face of icy roads. It made Dean’s skin itch.

“Guys, it’s not that bad. I’m just being careful. It stopped raining, so it won’t get that much worse. It’s not like it’s snowing so hard I can’t see where I’m going.”

“I’m sure you’d get us home safe no matter what,” added Cas, smiling at Dean in reassurance.

“That was too sweet, even for me,” grumbled Gabe.

Mood lightened, they kept driving. It wasn’t too long before they saw a car on the side of the road, flashers on and the hood up. Dean slowed down even more, pulling in behind the stopped car and throwing his own flashers on.

“I’m gonna see if they need help.”

Putting Baby in park, Dean climbed out of the car, leaving her running. At first he thought the car might be abandoned, but as he rounded the front of the car, a very petite red-head came into view, peering frustratedly at the engine.

“Excuse me,” started Dean, “Do you need help?”

She turned toward him as though she had been expecting him, a grim smile on her face. “The blasted machine stopped working and they say it’s going to be two hours before the tow truck can come,” she said in a Scottish accent.

“Sorry to hear that. I know a little something about cars. Mind if I take a look? See if I can get you on the road a little faster than that?”

“Thank you. Yes.”

Dean turned the flashlight on his phone and began assessing the situation. It didn’t take long to spot the problem, but it wasn’t a quick fix. At least not on the side of the road in the dark. He sighed and turned back towards the woman.

“Sorry, but I’m pretty sure your fan belt is busted. Car’ll have to go for repairs.”

“Great. Just my luck. Well. Thanks for trying I suppose.”

“Look, I know a guy who has a garage just a little way from here. Lemme see what I can do.”

The woman’s smile gentled and grew more genuine. “Why thank you dearie. I would very much appreciate that.”

Dean walked a few steps away from the car and dialed a number he hadn’t in much too long. It didn’t take long before the gruff voice answered. “Heya Bobby.”

“Dean! Been awhile since you called.”

“Yeah, I know. Sorry about that.”

“You in some sort of trouble?”

“Nah. Was driving home and saw a car stopped by the side of the road. Needs a tow. Service is going to be at least two hours, what with the ice and all. Any chance you can make it sooner?”

“I don’t have anyone driving tonight, and if I did, they’d already be out I’m sure. Also, you may not know this, but I can’t really do the job myself anymore.”

Dean was quiet for a bit. “No, I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah it’s that old spinal injury. Can’t get up in that thing anymore.”

“Alright. Well, we can wait with her.”

“You could do it.”

“What?”

“Still got your CDL?”

“Yeah. Seemed easier than letting it lapse and having to do it all over again otherwise.”

“Then you come get the truck and then go get the car. I’m here at the shop doing the books, so I can let you in.”

“You sure Bobby?”

“Course I’m sure.”

“Alright. I’ll be over in a bit unless this lady would rather wait the two hours.”

“Just make sure she’s cancels the other job.”

“Will do.” Dean turned back to the woman. “Not sure if you heard any or all of that, but I can go get a tow truck and get you taken care of, if you want.”

“That would be just lovely, dear.”

“You can wait here or come with us to get the truck. It’s just a few miles down the road.”

“I think I’ll come with you. It’s quite chilly out and it’s not like my car is working enough for heat.”

“I’m Dean, by the way,” Dean said over his shoulder as they carefully made their way back to Baby.

“Rowena.”

Dean opened the back door. “Scoot over Gabriel.” He closed the door after Rowena got in and then got in the front seat. “Cas, Gabriel, this is Rowena. Her car needs a new fan belt, which means a tow. So we’re going to drive to Singer Auto Repair and then I’m going to drive a tow truck back here to pick her car up and take it back to Bobby’s.”

“My hero,” Rowena said.

“Pretty sure he belongs to my cousin in the front seat there,” snarked Gabriel.

“Mmmm. They make quiet a beautiful pair.”

Dean blushed and focused on the road, tuning out everything else going on inside the car except for Cas’ hand sitting warm and possessive on his thigh.

A few minutes later they were pulling into Bobby’s. The man himself came out as Dean put the car in park. Dean got out of the car and took the keys from Bobby.

“You can leave the car in bay 3, that one’s empty. I’m headed home myself.”

“So just lock up on my way out? Where do you want me to leave the keys.”

“You know where they go ya idgit.”

Dean turned back to the open door of the car as Bobby waved and walked off. “Okay. I’m going to drive back now.”

“I’ll go with you,” said Cas, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“I’m not going with you,” said Gabe with a smirk.

“Do you need me to come? It’s quite comfortable here,” said Rowena from the backseat.

“Nah. Cas and I can go. Just give me your keys and we’ll be back in a bit. Just be sure to cancel the other truck you called. Wouldn’t want them to make the trip for nothing.”

Keys handed off, Cas and Dean climbed into the cab of the tow truck and set off back the way they came. The roads are still patchy with ice, but traffic was thin and it didn’t take long to get back to Rowena’s car. Cas stood in the cold while Dean hooked up Rowena’s car. It’s been awhile since he’s done this work, but he’d done it enough before that relying on muscle memory kept the process moving in the right direction.

“It was really sweet of you to do this for Rowena,” said Cas while Dean worked on getting everything hooked up.

“Never did like ignoring something when I knew I could help.”

“But calling your friend and driving the truck yourself…that’s a lot to do for someone you just met.”

Dean looked at Cas. “Yeah it is. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I wasn’t suggesting you should.”

“When we were growing up. Sam and me, well. There were lots of times we could have used a bit of help. Most of the time, we were ignored. Sometimes it was worse than that. Like the time this guy caught me shoplifting peanut butter and bread. He coulda done a lot of things, but he insisted on calling the cops.”

“For stealing food?”

“Yup. Got sent to a boys home for a bit as a result. I actually really liked the home as it turns out. But I couldn’t help thinking later that he had other choices. He could’ve just taken the things back and kicked me out of the store. He could’ve traded them for a little manual labor. Hell, he could’ve just given me the food. But instead he called the cops.”

“That’s awful, Dean.”

“Yeah. It’s not the most awful thing, but it taught me a really important lesson. That I absolutely should help if I can. We had so little back then, and no real way to make our situation any better. And so many people that crossed our paths could have made so much of a difference with very little effort. I guess there’s always reasons not to help. But I think we should try anyway.”

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you right now?”

Dean smiled and walked over to Cas. “Yeah.”

Cas kissed him gently on the lips and then on each cheek. “I’m sorry more people didn’t help you.” He kissed his nose and then his neck. “And I’m sorry if anyone in your life has ever discouraged you from helping others.” Cas leaned back and held Dean’s gaze. “I think I might love you, Dean Winchester.”

Dean’s ears heated up as he blushed furiously. “Yeah, well. I think I might love you too, Cas.”

Grinning from ear to ear they separated so that Dean could finish hooking up the car. A short time later they were back in the tow truck and headed back to Bobby’s, goofy grins stretching from ear to ear. Dean felt like there was champagne in his veins, bubbling up with happiness. Cas loved him. He loved Cas. It felt like one of the truest things he had ever said.

Pulling the car into bay 3 and then unhooking it and putting the tow truck back where it had been originally parked to another little while. Dean hoped that Gabe and Rowena were getting along. Cas and Dean walked hand in hand back to Baby.

The windows were steamed up. Dean’s smile slipped as he noticed that Baby was moving a little. Anger rose up as he wrenched open the back door to reveal Gabe and Rowena locked in a passionate embrace, clothes askew, hair mussed. Dean tried not to focus on the tattoos that were now peeking out of Rowena’s disarranged clothing.

“What the hell Gabe?” yelled Dean.

“What? We’re all adults.”

“You do not get to treat Baby this way.”

“Oh don’t get your panties in a wad, Dean-o.”

“Seriously.”

“Boys,” interjected Rowena, who had hastily righted her buttons and was making attempts to straighten her hair. “Sorry Dean. One thing just led to another and before you know it…”

“Nope. That’s enough. Really. Anyway, your car is safely in bay 3 over there. Here’s the card for the garage. If you call tomorrow morning you can make arrangements to have the repairs done here or for another tow. Now, do you want a ride home?”

“Thank you Dean. Truly.”

“It’s no big deal.”

“Still. It’s not every day someone is as generous as you.”

“So do you want a ride…”

“Och, I’ve called for a car. Surprisingly, the rideshare place said it would only be a few minutes. So if you don’t mind waiting with me until they come? As a safety precaution.”

“Of course not.” Dean shut the back door and then got in the front. Cas had already gotten in.

Rowena was correct. It was not more than five minutes when another car pulled into the lot.

She scooted towards the door before turning back to Dean. “Do I owe you anything? For the tow I mean.”

“Bobby will work all that out with you later.”

“Surely I should pay you for your time and effort…”

Dean smiled and turned towards Rowena. “Really, it’s fine. You just get yourself home safe, okay?”

“Alright.”

“Hey Dean-o, I think this is my stop as well.”

“What?”

“Cas, you don’t mind do you?”

“Mind what,” asked Cas.

“If I escort this lovely lady home.”

Cas and Dean exchanged looks. “No, Gabriel. It’s fine.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“Cool. Adios amigos.”

Gabriel and Rowena scooted out of the car, closing the back door sharply. Dean and Cas sat there until the other car pulled away and then a little longer.

“Is this how you expected the evening to end?” asked Cas.

“Nope! Really don’t want to dwell on it either. Poor Baby.”

Cas squeezed Dean’s thigh in sympathy. “They were still clothed at least.”

“Yeah, I don’t ever want to see more of your brother, that’s for sure. On the plus side, we get to have the whole house to ourselves tonight.”

“Mmmm. I think we can find lots of ways to enjoy that.”

Dean smiled in anticipation. It might take them longer than usual to get home, thanks to the ice, but when they did… well Dean did have lots of ideas about how to spend the time.

#destiel #suptober22 #fanfic #tattoos #dean to the rescue

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volleychumps · 3 years

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« Accidentally Lashing Out at Their S/O

genre: angst to fluff

format: scenarios

- includes: Akaashi and Sakusa

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Akaashi Keiji

“Keiji, please come to bed soon.”

“Working.”

The snipped reply had the beginnings of a swirl of anger within your stomach, causing you to puff out some hair in your eyes in slight annoyance. This had been a week long occurrence, and you feared Akaashi may faint from exhaustion from how heavy he took on his workloads every night.

“Y/N, please sleep. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Akaashi attempted to soften his tone, but an edge still remained that highlighted his irritability. You gnawed on your lower lip momentarily before taking a seat on the couch not too far away, reaching for your book.

“Y/N-”

“When you sleep, I’ll sleep.”

“Are you a child?”

You scoff through your nose, feeling an argument on the tip of your tongue depending on how you responded.

“I just care about you, you haven’t slept before three in the morning in days, my love-”

“Have you ever considered that maybe you being too overbearing is adding to my stress?” Akaashi’s voice raised the slightest in volume, making your chest sink at the rare circumstance you found yourself in. It was as if all the stress bubbling up in his stomach was beginning to simmer over.

“Maybe if you stopped and thought for a moment you would realize-”

You snapped your book shut. Akaashi’s pen stopped bleeding angrily onto the document as a silence of realization flooded the room.

“Good idea. Maybe I should think more, because right now, I’m realizing how much of a prick you’ve been to me when I’ve been nothing but patient.”

“Y/N-”

“I change my mind, don’t come to bed. Work yourself to the point until you pass out in that desk of yours.” Your tone didn’t waver, and you tried your best to appear unbothered-

but Akaashi heard it. Your voice crack.

You rushed out of the room before the blue-eyed boy could even rise from his desk, guilty apology in his throat. He sighed, following you into your shared bedroom as you continued your novel from within the sheets, seemingly unfazed save for your watery eyes.

“Love, please look at me.” He sat carefully on the edge of the bed as you turn another page in disinterest.

“Keiji, you know it hurts me when you aren’t healthy right? What if you get sick?” Your eyes didn’t look up from the ink on paper you weren’t paying attention to, but a tear slipped your eye. The defeated tone in your wavering words made Akaashi’s chest tighten even more.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Let me sleep with you tonight?”

The novel now laid forgotten on your lap as you allow him to move closer to you, cupping your cheek carefully before pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry for raising my voice. I’ll be better. You’re right, I’m way too exhausted-”

“Then let’s get you out of work clothes-” You unloosen his tie, using it to pull him into you to which he responds immediately. His breath fans your lips, blue eyes gazing into yours tiredly and lovingly before you kiss him quickly. “And into bed.”

He laughs once, soft smile gracing his handsome features before kissing your lips a second time.

“There’s nothing I’d like more, my love.”

Sakusa Kiyoomi

“Go talk to him. It doesn’t matter to me.”

“Kiyoomi, please-” You followed your tall boyfriend with exasperation on your features, making sure not to trip on your dress.

“Did you forget who you came here with, Y/N?” Sakusa’s tone was coldly amused as your cheeks flood with heat with people beginning to stare.

“Let’s talk in private.”

Sakusa knew he should’ve listened. The rational part of him knew that he should’ve scanned the situation better, but that rational part was drowned out by the image of a flirty Atsumu talking you up near the open bar.

“Why? You don’t want everyone to know that my girlfriend was flirting with my teammate at Hinata’s sponsor’s event?” He scoffed, but Sakusa’s lips soon find themselves sealed tight at the sight of the tears welling up in your eyes.

You angrily wipe at them before trying to control your emotions. “You left me alone at a party where I hardly know anyone. You went to go talk to connections or whatever, making me feel like I was nothing but an accessory for you to bring. So excuse me if I found solace in a friend because my boyfriend abandoned me at a social event.”

Sakusa’s dark eyes widened a fraction before you brush past him, bumping him in the shoulder with your own to dash down the hallway as far as your heels would allow.

“Atsumu just wanted to make her feel comfortable.” Bokuto approaches his teammate, feeling guilty for having shown up a little late. “We were all going to hang around Y/N because this was her first event as your girlfriend.”

“And you shouldn’t have left her alone.” Atsumu mumbled, barely audible for the party guests who were beginning to lose interest in the sparked drama. Sakusa’s jaw clenched before he winced, remembering your hurt expression before sighing and turning on his heel. He would deal with the annoying blonde later.

He walked the same hallway you had ran down, feeling an unfamiliar emotion of guilt eat at his stomach. Was it because you were the first girl he opened his heart to? Was he really blinded by the anger of potentially losing you to someone who could make you laugh as easily as Atsumu did?

Sakusa stalled at the sight of your heels laying by the balcony doors. He pushed them easily, heels in hand, before finding you nursing the soles of your feet in your dramatic escapade.

The two of you stayed silent for awhile, the dark haired spiker kneeling down to your seated height before carefully picking up one of your sore feet.

“Kiyoomi, it’s not clean-”

“You’re hurt.” Was his curt reply before gently massaging it. You stare at your dark eyed boyfriend before your eyes begin to well up with tears again.

“I’m sorry-”

“No.” He cut you off, beginning to slip your shoe back on. “You did nothing wrong. I...I don’t know how to do this. Not with someone I love. I’m sorry if I made you feel as if you were nothing but a pretty accessory on my arm.”

“Kiyoomi...”

“Although you are pretty-” He pulls down his mask and kisses your shin, causing heat to flood your cheeks. “You are so much more than that. I know I don’t say it often, but I hate seeing you cry. Especially if it’s by me. So teach me to love you properly, because I want to know how.”

Your smile was so gorgeous in the moonlight, Sakusa cleared his throat before blushing underneath his mask, busying himself with the straps of your heels.

“I love you, Kiyoomi.”

And then he couldn’t help himself, tugging his mask down a second time to capture your lips with his own, closing his eyes.

“You make my head spin, Y/N.” He whispers, causing you to shiver as his cold fingers touch the side of your neck.

“But I think I like it.”

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babblydrabbly · 3 years

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Distracted (Peacemaker x Reader) Smut

Pairing(s): Peacemaker x F!Reader; Brief Javelin x Reader

Characters: Peacemaker/Christopher Smith, Amanda Waller, Javelin

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.5k+

Warning(s): Smut, language, mentions of blood/violence. Choking, cream pie, semi-rough sex.

Summary: Out on a Task Force X mission, Peacemaker notices you're acting... different. He generously offers to help with what's distracting you. Asshole.

A/N: What's this? Baby's first Peacemaker fic? Takes place before The Suicide Squad (2021). Metahuman!Reader has super strength/speed abilities. Also, what kind of vanilla name is Chris Smith.

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"Again?"

Amanda Waller arched a brow at your perturbed expression.

"My apologies." She droned. "Am I not stimulating you with enough variety, [L/n]?"

You scoffed, folding your arms in deference. It wasn't about that— It was about the deliberately repeated pairings with Christopher Smith. The dynamic that was becoming a pattern. You never would have worked with someone like Peacemaker on the outside. As much as you appreciated the job always getting done with him, you still bumped heads with him too much on the way to the finish line. He was frustratingly serious and flippant at the same time.

You decided to shut your trap before Waller decided she didn't need you anymore.

"You've got one skillset useful to me, [L/n]. I suggest you get used to the prospect of being paired up with Smith on a regular basis— While you're still around."

You nodded when she dismissed you. You had gotten used to it. You were seeing so much of Peacekeeper you were practically partners.

So, you pointedly sat to next the one called Javelin on the helicopter out of Belle Reve, as far away from Smith as possible. You were about to spend over twelve hours with him— It didn't have to start right away. While Colonel Flag gave you all the spiel on the mission, you glanced over and saw Javelin toss you a nod.

"You're Team B," The thrower noted over the whir of the helicopter. "[L/n], yes?"

"Yeah," you said. Your eyes flitted over the muscular squad member. He looked more like a superhero in his light blue and yellow get-up than the rest of you. You personally kept the lower half of your face covered with a black hard shell mask— Your armor from before you were incarcerated (Yes, you've heard the 'Baby Bane' jokes from the others). Even if you had to get used to working with a bunch of weirdos, you could at least conceal your face from them while you did it.

"You move very swiftly." He complimented, and you didn’t know how you were supposed to take that.

"Thanks," You tried, "I like your... weapon of choice?"

Javelin held his namesake in his arms, his legs spread wide to accommodate it as he rested it against his inner thigh. The innuendo normally would have had you rolling your eyes, but today they lingered, and you wondered if he still looked as broad and muscular without the suit on.

You frowned. Without the suit on?

Were you still staring down at his thighs?

You supposed he was a goddamn Olympic athlete at one point. And prison didn't seem to stop him from his regimen. —There it was again. You blinked and looked away, thankful nobody seemed to notice. Javelin seemed content with the brief introduction, so you left it at that.

Okay, so maybe it had been awhile since you...

You reprimanded yourself. These were not recreational outings. As much as you liked feeling free every once in awhile, you were never in a position to consider doing something so stupid. The last few missions were some of the closest calls you had while on the task force, but now that your job today was more about recon, you could at least let your mind wander to the less... imperative things. You crossed your legs at the ankles in front of you and let mind drift for the rest of the trip.

But christ had prison been rough. And a little boring. You didn’t have to think about Javelin moving closer to you for long— Pressing up flush against you— Before you were imagining yourself against a wall— Hell, right here on this bench— hooking your legs around his waist as he thrusted into you. You pictured him going for two, three rounds, that stupid suit lying on the floor with your back on top of it. You pictured him going down on you too, a handful of his wavy blonde hair in your grasp as you pressed your thighs around his ears. You swallowed behind the mask, glad it was there to hide your face.

You get dropped off an isolated point a few klicks outside the target area, the rest of the team traveling further in to handle the bulk of the mission. You lug some extra equipment in a canvas bag— Guns, surveillance tech— already annoyed by the heat.

The heat of the jungle. Definitely not the heat you'd been feeling in the helicopter. You walked a half mile in total silence just trying to focus on the mission again.

"What's got your tactical suit in a twist?" Smith finally uttered as you got to your destination. You almost forgot he had dropped down the rope onto the ground after you. He stood out against the green around you in his obnoxious red shirt and white pants.

"Nothing." You lied, and you could tell from under his helmet that Peacemaker thought you were full of shit today. Great.

You set up inside a small building— An outpost long abandoned. Whatever organization you were taking down for Waller, they clearly had to downsize over the years. You kicked open the metal door, sending it flying off its hinges. Smith entered first, clearing all the rooms before you joined him. Upstairs, you begin setting up the equipment together. Peacemaker started with standing up a rifle by the window, aiming it at the road below.

You fiddled with a tablet; You went downstairs to put a sensor on the door frame and on the rusted gate blocking the road outside. They were supposed to warn you when any vehicles were approaching, but when you came back up, it lost signal. You did this twice; You batted at the little screen, vexed. There were probably signal jammers over at the main compound that could still reach all the way out here. You thought about how Team A was doing— So inevitably, your thoughts drifted back to the damn Javelin guy.

"Jesus!" You snapped. You were grateful when you didn't break the small screen in half with your strength.

"Okay. What the fuck is wrong." Came Peacemaker's voice from across the room. You stood there without turning around. You took a breath, tossed the tablet onto the bag at your feet.

"Nothing is wrong, Smith. Fuck off." You said. You reached up and unclipped your vest. Beneath it, you felt the cool air of the shelter hit your jumpsuit. You tossed the vest on the floor, then turned around. "When are they supposed to get here?"

He quirked a brow, as if proving his point. Since when didn't you remember the mission details? Rather than give him the satisfaction of thinking you were slipping you waved your own question away.

"God, never mind."

He scoffed. You watched him remove his helmet and gloves, setting them down carefully next to his own pack. He'd made his own area across the room from yours, another tablet showing him a view of the road propped up against the wall. Smith took a seat on the floor; The two of you were going to have to play the waiting game now.

In silence. The thought made you pinch the bridge of your nose right above where your mask stopped.

"You know, I've been at Belle Reve for four years now." You finally relented. You leaned back against your wall, folding your arms over your chest.

"Yeah? So?" Smith retorted. You rolled your eyes.

"So," God— You were really confiding in Christopher Smith. That's what it was coming down to. "I haven't had sex in four years. It's... not a big deal— Nothing's wrong. That's just what I was annoyed about earlier, you know? Consider me over it."

"That why you were ogling the Javelin in the copter today?"

Shit. Shit!

You dropped your arms. "You piece of garbage. You saw that?"

"I'm garbage? You're the one sexually harassing our fellow teammates with your eyes."

"I was not sexually— Nope. I'm done. You're ridiculous." You said. You reached down and went back to your tablet, busying yourself with it idly.

Peacemaker did the same. From the corner of your eye, you just knew he was doing it smugly.

"You know," He said after a few minutes, "If that's all you're bitching about, we can just get it over with."

"Excuse me?"

"You and me. Target's not coming in for another six hours, by the way. You don't need that much time do you, 'four-years-dry'?"

You stared at him from across the room. When you didn't reply, Peacemaker set his screen down so damn casually you consider just shooting yourself in the head.

"You're off your game. I'm not going to let you compromise our objective."

You threw your hands up. "There it is. You're like a broken record."

"What? Am I fucking wrong?"

"No, you're fucking crazy."

"Get over here." Smith instructed in a low voice.

The words shot up your spine, sending a very mixed signal to your brain. Directly across from you, Peacemaker was pinning you with an expectant look— One that was clearly a challenge. It pissed you off.

It was the look he used when he said you couldn't rip a guy's spine right out of his back— It dared you. And when you did succeed, you would shoot him an equally smug look in return. Your back and forths were always crass, always a test of who would back down.

You weren't normally so brutal when you worked alone, but something about Peacemaker brought it out of you. Whenever you were paired together, it was like your powers weren't something you had to hold back. They were something he was always prodding you to embrace. The jabs, the snark— It made you want to punch him in the face.

Standing up, you crossed the room. Smith didn't move as you stepped over his legs, as you leaned down to straddle his waiting lap. He simply watched you shift around until you're comfortably seated, your hands resting on his shoulders. He moved to place his own on your thighs but didn't do anything more.

"Well?" You said.

He shrugged, "Your call."

"What am I gonna do? Dry hump you?"

"Hey, if that's what it takes."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Fuck."

Finally, you reached up, unclipping the back of your mask.

"Whoa, wait—" He started, finally reacting to this ridiculous situation, but you already had it off, in your hand.

"I—" He stared at you. You shifted, feeling nervous as you stared back. It occurred to you that you'd never seen him shocked before.

He blinked. "I've never seen your whole face before."

That wasn't true— was it? You tried to think. "What about in Cuba? We camped out for like three days. I had to take it off to eat at least."

"I didn't look."

"You didn't look."

"I don't fucking know! You wear that fucking thing everywhere. When you took it off to eat I assumed you didn't want me looking."

"Wow. How courteous."

"Fuck you."

"Well, isn't that what we're doing here?" You said, putting your hands on your hips stubbornly. Smith's were still resting on your splayed thighs.

"I can't wear this when we— How am I supposed to...?"

He snorted softly, "Don't tell me you're a romantic, [L/n]."

Nothing about this seemed romantic. Least of all with him. Still, if you were going to take the opportunity, you were going to do it your way. You looked him over.

He had a few tufts sticking out from wearing his damn helmet earlier. You reached up and brushed some of it back into place at his temple first. Smith blinked up at you, his brows pinching together.

"This okay?" You heard yourself asking him. He eventually nodded once, watching you as you placed your palm on the side of his face. Finally, you leaned down and caught his lips with yours in a long kiss. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to know his reaction.

But you felt him return it. Slowly at first— Then he was kissing you back. You moaned somewhere in the back of your throat as he ran his large hands up and down your legs, his fingers folding to grip your ass tightly. You were already reacting, already so touched starved. His lips parted, and you felt him swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, over the front of your teeth. You opened for him, your tongue darting out to meet his hungrily.

You tugged at the front of his uniform. Without a word he reached down to pull it up over his head, the fabric dropping off somewhere beside you. You glanced down at his bare chest. You ran your hands over it, dragged your nails down his pecs experimentally. When you looked back up he was still watching you.

Your mouths crashed to meet again, this time with a fervor that threatened to split your bottom lip with every bruising kiss. You felt his hands on you again, pressing into your sides, your waist. He didn't move to take off your clothes, so you drew your hands to your own chest, pulled the zipper of your suit all the way down to your stomach.

He took the invitation, and you gasped when he roughly reaches in and cups a hand around your breast; He kneaded it, brushing his thumb over your nipple. His other hand worked at your shoulder, yanking the rest of your suit off of you. You reached back and tugged the sleeves off, finally exposing your upper body.

You felt the clasp at your back come undone, and Smith was tearing your bra off next. A muscular arm came around to scoop you up by the waist, bringing your chest closer to him. He leaned down, took one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Smith—" He bit you roughly, and it sent a shock of electricity up you. He palmed your other breast again, tweaked at your nipple until your back was arching into his touch. You squeezed your thighs around him.

Then he was back in your face again, bruising a kiss against your lips as you took a breath. Your eyes flew open when you felt the press of his fingers to your mouth. You shot a look at him, but didn't object when he pushed his index and middle fingers past your lips. You sucked them hungrily, your eyes fluttering shut again.

"Fuck," Peacemaker murmured, feeling your tongue swirl around the digits. You slurped sloppily until they were soaked, until he was pulling them back out with a light pop. He brought his hand down to the base of your suit, where the zipper stopped just above your pelvis. A pair of black panties peaked out from the V shape there, the same shade and material as your bra. You gasped when Smith finally pushed down past the layer of cotton, gripped his bare shoulders when you felt his wet fingers dip right into your cunt.

"Fuck," He said again, because you didn't need any help down there. "You're so fucking wet."

You expected to feel humiliation— To hear a joke about how it really had been while. But all you felt were his warm, thick fingers; He ran them up and down your slit, pressed them in small circles around the peak of you a few times. You cursed, your head falling back. Smith leaned up to kiss your throat, teeth dragging across the base of your collarbone. He bit you some more, daring to take your meta-human skin between his teeth. You cried out, your arm reaching to wrap around his head in pleasure.

Smith slid his fingers up into your pussy. He crooked them, scissoring them inside you. Your hips bucked, unable to resist meeting his short thrusts. You felt him grin against your neck. "Damn, baby."

"Shut up." You whispered, letting your hips rolling down to fuck yourself on his fingers some more. When he slipped in a third you moan loudly.

"Fuck! Fuck me." You demanded, yanking the short hair at the back of his head. A groan left Smith's lips, his head jerking back. Quickly, he removed his hand from your suit, pulling the rest of your clothes further down your waist. You lifted yourself off him, but Smith didn't wait. He picked you up and lifted you both off the floor. You grabbed at him as he laid you down on your back, his body between your legs. Then he was ripping off the last of your suit, tearing your boots off.

"Watch it," You snapped— If he fucking ripped anything you—

"Oh please." He huffed, and your thoughts stopped in their tracks as you watched him lean back on his knees above you, undoing his white pants. His cock sprang free from a pair of just as white underwear, his arousal already thick and ready. You stopped yourself from expressing how the sight of him made you even wetter.

He took a moment to drink in your face, a hint of that smug smirk forming. You growled, pulling him down by the neck again before he ruined the moment with speaking. Smith caught your lips again, his hand running down your naked body. He gripped one of your legs and nudges them apart, planting his knees between you.

Despite his earlier preparation, it was nothing compared to the feeling of his cock pushing inside you. You groaned as he entered you, your walls stretching around his length. Your back arched as you took him in, eyes rolling a little into the back of your head.

"Fuck— Chris—" You shuttered. His hands squeezed your thighs at the sound of his name leaving you. You heard his breath shake, his hips remaining utterly still as you got used to the size of him. Opening your eyes, you looked up to see him waiting for you; You nodded once, another moaning already escaping in anticipation.

It was like a brick wall knocking into you. Smith didn't hold back as he began fucking you— Knew you could take it— what with your powers and all. The idea seemed to drive him, and he began hammering into you, his hands moving to bracket your hips so he could fuck you better. Faster. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

Fuck— You couldn't think. You arched up off of the floor as you rolled your hips to meet Smith's. It felt like he could keep up this pace forever the way he wasn't stopping. Your breathing turned to panting, a high whine escaping you when he shifts just right— he picked you up again. You arched up into his arms, holding yourself up from around his neck as he fucked up into your soaking cunt. You bounced on his cock, a sheen of sweat blooming across your skin.

When you opened your eyes, Smith was still watching you intently— witnessing every little expression on your face while he fucked you. You could hardly discern what he was thinking. All you could focus on was him ramming you, the feeling of his cock hitting and stretching you out.

“Choke me.” He said, and you have just enough wherewithal to oblige. You wrapped your hand around his throat, pressing firmly on either side. You felt the tightness of his skin shifting under your touch. His pulse beat a fast rhythm in time with his rough thrusts. The strength of your grip was a little vice tipping Smith over the edge.

The look on his face, his eyes closed as he tried to control his breathing sends a jolt up you. You used your other hand to slip two fingers down between your folds. They found your clit, making quick work of bringing you to close to climaxing. You shuttered as you felt the tight coil of it building. Finally, with a cry you were coming, squeezing your legs around him as your hips rolling through every wave of it. Smith groaned, picking up the pace, fucking you through your orgasm until your walls were fluttering from the unrelenting stimulation.

“Going to—“ He warned, and you squeezed the hand around his throat harder, making his eyes roll up. You whimpered as you feel the hot spurt of him fill you, his hips finally locking as he pumped you with his cum.

You both took a moment to catch your breath, your hand releasing from Smith’s neck so he could take in a long gasp. His skin was reddened along his throat and chest. You saw the beginnings of your handprint bruising around his Adam's apple, your fingers a mark on his skin. You hung onto him like that, your arms back around his shoulders for balance.

“Fuck.” You finally said. Out of habit, you checked your watch to assess where you were on the mission. He took your chin in his hand, drawing your eyes back up to him. You saw that his hair had fallen back into his eyes, his face glistening with sweat.

“I’m not done with you.” He said. It sent a shiver through you. You felt your walls flutter again, some of his cum leaking out with his half-hard cock still firm inside you. You gasped as he pulled you off of him, guiding you down until you were turning around on all fours on the floor. You glanced over your shoulder, already craving the feeling of him filling you up with his cock again.

And fuck it, you two do take the whole six hours.

#peacemaker #peacemaker x reader #peacemaker x you #Christopher smith #dceu smut #dceu fanfiction #I don't know what happened; I had ideas for some dialogue between peacekeeper and reader and it turned into thiS #peacemaker smut #smut #mywords*

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ohheyitsokay · 3 years

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Okay so I finally came up with a Soulmate AU request to celebrate your (very well-deserved) milestone! How about a soulmark au with poly frontier? I’m really curious to hear your thoughts on how everyone would handle having the same mark as four other people! (Aside from Will and Benny of course - so maybe everyone else has two marks while they each have one??) - Ghost

ghost, my first fandom friend, by biggest encourager of self-indulgent chaos... I sincerely hope you enjoy

warnings: this takes place "in" my poly frontier au, which means it's 18+.

and by in, I mean this is an au to my au, so just... yeah. you know what's happening.

soulmate requests / follower celebration

They knew, deep down that they were soulmates before the marks came in solid.

Even when there was just the faintest echo of shading, almost a bruise of a moment, they already knew.

Because the four of them, and Tom, had willing gone to hell and back with each other. They had felt the lifeblood bleed out of each other, and given their very breath to try to make up for it, sacrificed... everything, for each other. Not for their country, like the thought, and it wasn't even for the greater good that they survived - it was the men who's eyes found each other's across the fire that fortified their souls. And they'd been pushed and pulled and stretched together, and when only four remained, thoroughly broken and then healing together, they knew.

Months into therapy, each on their own, and a lifetime into tired phonecalls with quiet apologies, the tattoos solidified.

It was Santi who organized the dinner

"Can... can I ask you guys something?"

"A little late for that, don't you think?" Will’s words were without bite, and he sipped his drink carefully.

"Fuck off," he said begrudgingly, endearingly. "Your guy's... came in, too?" That part was false confidance, a thin veil over wild fear.

"Yep," Frankie's tone was matter-of-fact, satisfied. Glances and nods, they all... processed it. Benny swallowed the last of his drink and Frankie's knuckles ran over his thighs. Santi inhaled deeply before letting the breathe out slowly, trying to ignore the slight tremble of his hands.

It was messy, the soulmate talk. They'd been having it all their lives - the intricacies that even the world's most powerful governments still couldn't untangle. And Frankie and Santi each had two.

Will dragged his thumb through the condensation on his glass, looking involuntarily at his brother.

"I need to tell you guys something." Their heads shot up to look at him, and Benny almost laughed.

"There's someone else."

They were looking at him in blank shock, an appropriate reaction.

"Fuck."

"You know this... how, exactly?"

"Childhood friend. She got two, in college. Matches Will and me, the same as you guys. " Ben sounded almost giddy, his words making the chaos real.

"Mom hated it - was sure one of us was going to die or get our heart broken. But then we saw your guy's and -"

"Fuck."

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you say anything before now?" Frankie was mad. It was too much - it felt unreal.

"She said she didn't want to choose either brother, said it didn't feel right."

"Now we know why, I guess." Benny's hand ran across Frankie's shoulder, his attempt to make light of it all had been put aside.

"She?"

"Yeah."

Pope dragged his hand along his jaw, drink forgotten. There was a familiar glint in his eye, and Will knew he felt it too - like it or not, it felt right. Frankie would take longer to convince - he looked like he wanted to crack his head open and cook whatever was inside.

"You guys should meet her."

Catfish made a strangled noise, and Will couldn't help but kiss his temple.

"Whenever you're ready."

It took weeks.

Frankie went silent for ten days, ignoring calls and texts, before Will came home and found him on his couch.

They talked for awhile and it was nice, different than therapy. Not about being Delta, not about Columbia or cocaine, they talked about... you. About how you'd been Will's first love, since he was a pretend knight in shining armor, and you'd asked to be the dragon. About how he'd seen that same look in Benny's eyes when you'd been the only one to turn up at one of his high school shows. Their long talks, trying to figure out how to move on from their soulmate, how impossible it felt until they all met on the force. About how scary it was, for all these friendships to become something so... unknown.

And over chili, Frankie sighed, and agreed to meet you. Because of Will, he was already in love with you more than he'd admit even to himself.

They invited you over to Santi's for dinner, not wanting to cause a scene at a restaurant.

Benny hugged you the moment you walked in, crushing your nerves and your ribcage at the same time. Your hand cradled his cheek, a reassuring touch.

Then Will gently pulled you into his arms, harboring you against his chest. He asked questions into your hair, and you grabbed fistfulls of his shirt before you nodded.

The one they introduced as Frankie - Catfish - didn't touch you but he might as well have. He stepping into your space, looking right into your eyes, standing over you like he was as tall as Ben. His words were kind, and careful. His tattoos matched yours.

The other - Santi, Pope - dropped the package of farmer's market veggies he'd been holding onto the ground. Then he shook your hand, while the others shot him looks like he'd grown an extra head. You wondered if Will had texted you the wrong names - he didn't seem excited to meet you like they'd said. If anything, he seemed caught off-guard, like there was a confidance you had taken away. But his tattoos matched yours.

Your nerves returned.

Food helped, polite conversations melting into teasing stories and giddy laughter. They ate a lot, and you smiled when they shared bites with each other. Under the table Benny’s hand found yours, and squeezed before he got distracted. Above, Will touched your cheek and for the first time, you let yourself lean into his warmth.

And when you began to clean the dishes, something shifted. Frankie's hands ran over yours in the soapy water, and he seemed startled, but he shifter closer to you, both of you flushing as you sought the touch again.

Moments later you stumbled upon Santi looking at the stars when you took out the trash. It was flattering, that such a man would be nervous because of you. Standing on your toes, you kissed his cheek, and he pulled you into his arms, grab so tight you though you understood his fears. His palm held your head against his neck,, and you wrapped your arms around his broad ribcage. Will found you like that, and leaned against the doorframe, watching.

You felt like you were free falling, and you could tell they felt it too. It was a lot to take in, but no one seemed like they wanted the night to end. Trading stories and sharing glances, it dragged on and on, until Francisco caught you yawning, and coaxed the evening to a close.

By the time he succeeded, you knew, and so did they. Marks be damned - this was it.

Your first individual date was with Benny. It wasn't as easy as either of you expected - his own anxiety about the situation finally catching up to his excitement. He was a good friend, always had been, always would be, and you knew him like the back of your hand. Dating had been off-limits for so long.... it was going to take time to rewrite.

"I just... I love you. I love you all so much." Your Ben was always honest. It would've felt like a crazy thing to say, on a first date, but everything about this wasn't traditional.

"I love you too, Ben, you know I do." Your voice was quiet, trying to convey how strange this was for you, too, and he let out a long, slow breath. After awhile, air full of thoughtful silence, his shoulders relaxed and he smiled, soft and happy.

His rough hands found yours again, and this time, he didn't let go until he had to.

When you met Frankie for lunch, you felt suddenly shy. His dark eyes felt like they could see right into your heart, and you fidgeted, hoping he liked whatever he saw.

He talked like he knew you, and you felt like he did, a strange comfort in the chaos of your worlds. When your wrist bumped your glass he caught both, hand lingering on your skin as he ducked his head and pulled his eyes away.

Words came easier, then, and more and more, until suddenly you felt like maybe fate know what it was doing.

Frankie was thoughtful - so thoughtful and careful and kind, you watched him in awe, tempted to hug him without abandon. And he talked with passion, about your boys, how they saved him time and time again, and how he took care of them, when you couldn't.

You realized, as you kissed his cheek goodbye, that he was the one who helped change Benny's tire, so he could make it to your birthday party a few years ago. Footsteps already on the way down the street, your heart tugged, begging you to take one last look at his fluffy curls and steady eyes. When you turned back, he was watching you, hands in his pockets, and you wondered as you waved if it was too soon to say you were head over heels for Francisco Morales.

Dinner with Santi felt the most like a first date, of all of them. He was quick to flirt, but his eyes held yours, and his smile was perfectly crooked, and you knew he meant every word.

He told you information, rather than stories, rambling excitedly, one train of thought stringing into the next. When he realized his tangents, he flushed, wringing his napkin as he apologized.

"Don't," you shushed him, "Tell me more, please."

He was silent for a moment, pausing to drink you in, heart racing in spite of himself. And then he resumed, and you thought maybe you got it.

For years, he'd had loves all around him, but... you were his first opportunity to be romantic in a dramatic way, as intense as his heart had ached for, silently. It was lovely, watching him settle into his skin, and when he kissed your temple that night, it was a thank you, and a promise.

Despite all logic, the free falling and stumbling steps towards whatever came next, he made you feel safe.

It was a familiar grassy hill, you met Will on, one you'd climb to when you were teens who needed to talk.

He sat close - closer than he ever had - but enough away that you could move, if you wanted to. It was strange, talking about the others with him, seeing the relief in his eyes as your honesty poured out. Moments later, he matched it, and you saw that golden glow as he smiled.

"I'm glad, really I am."

You waited.

"But..." gently, you bumped into him and he looked at you, blue eyes questioning. "I know you, Will."

His smile grew.

"Could I... I want to kiss you." It wasn't really a question - and he held himself back, watching for your response. There was no need to add I want to kiss you because I've been waiting to, aching to. Since we were kids - let me kiss you first. Please. Both lf you knew what he meant.

You weren't sure who leaned in first, but his hands, grabbed at your cheeks, fingertips in your hair, and his lips were warm and soft.

It, all of it, felt like home.

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lucyhalearchive · 3 years

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Without or With You (N.R.)

Hello, everyone! Sorry I was gone, but I was out of the country (and I still am), but I thought I’d write something small for you guys until I get home.

Warnings: vvv angsty in the beginning, but it turns out lovely in the end.

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Maybe living with Natasha wasn’t the best idea, but could you really live without her?

Trying to maintain a relationship with a Russian Spy was hard at first especially when said spy would come into the doors of the shared home with injuries, and though they were small because she was phenomenal at her job, the thought of her getting hurt again, and worse, always made you quite anxious when she left.

However, that didn’t stop the warm, fuzzy feeling that fluttered in your chest when she would come home looking for you. She would fall into your arms with a tired sigh, and all she wanted to do was to be held or hold you because you reminded her that there was a reason to push forward through the rough days.

Trying to maintain a relationship with an Avenger was a different story, though.

For the first few years, Natasha came home more often than her life before. In fact, she came home every day unless she was out of the city, but she still walked through the door with a tired smile on her face and arms unfolded, outstretched for you to walk in between them. You two grew closer than you had ever been, and some days you thought about the possibility of taking your relationship one step further.

Until she didn’t need you anymore.

Call it selfish, but when she started spending more “after work” hours at the compound with the rest of her team, you wondered if she would need you when she got hurt or needed someone to comfort her. Of course you were proven wrong when you two spent hours after midnight laughing at ridiculously horrendous movies that were made way before either of your times. Hair messily resting on your heads, popcorn laying on the floor from when you two tried to see if the other could catch it in their mouth, and the gentle brush of skin was all you needed to feel a bit better about the whole ordeal.

One day, you decided to meet her for your lunch break at a small restaurant near your place near your work. You were excited. Natasha had been gone for almost two months, so you were practically shaking in your seat, the enthusiasm building and building. Minutes passed, yet there was no Natasha to be seen. The waitress continuously visited your table and asked if you were ready to eat, but you shook your head and told her to wait.

She did show up, but it was at least thirty minutes late. You were starving, and you were growing irritated, but when she texted you that she was around the corner, you didn’t care about the stinging hunger in your stomach. You called the waitress back over to your outside table so she would be ready for your orders, but when you looked over at a commotion coming your way, you noticed Natasha laughing with a group. Your heart sank. You haven’t seen her laugh that hard in awhile because she didn’t even laugh that hard when you two had your special movie night.

You forced yourself to sit up straighter than before and smile so they would be none the wiser as she sat down. The others seemed to hover awkwardly around the table, but she motioned for them to grab a seat and push a table over to accommodate the extra guests.

Then she started to stay at the compound overnight. Then for a few extra days. Then for a week.

When she eventually did return, she acted like you weren’t there watching your comfort movie with loads of food surrounding your area. Like you weren’t quietly sobbing at a certain part of the film. She just grabbed a few miscellaneous items from her side of the room

“Are you staying here tonight, or are you going back to the compound?” You stood up and dusted off the crumbs that gathered on the divot where you were folded in the couch. Natasha walked into the kitchen and grabbed a few water bottles.

“I’ll be staying there for a little while longer.” She absentmindedly mentioned, walking over to the door to grab her jacket from the rack.

“Are you going to come home eventually?”

“I don’t know. There’s going to be a thing this weekend, so I want to be there for that-”

“You can’t just ride over there? I could take you.” You propose, but she shakes her head and twists the handle.

“It’s mostly going to be just us. You wouldn’t enjoy the crowd anyways. Look, I have to go, so I’ll see you.” She fit in before you could say your goodbye.

The feeling of dejection and disheartenment flooded your senses to the brim, so you did all you could think to do.

A few weeks had passed before Natasha realized that she had been away from you for so long. Sure she had Steve, Bucky, Sam, or anyone within the compound walls to talk to, but at a certain point, she realized they could never be you. They could never have what you two had. She started staying in the compound so it would be easier to commute (even if it wasn’t really a commute at that point), but when she would stare at her empty bed, an uneasiness fell upon her. She decided to go back to the shared place. She wanted to see you again.

Only you weren’t there.

You weren’t there to greet her like you used to. You weren’t in the kitchen baking some dessert that would be forgotten about within the week. You weren’t in bed reading a book you bought ages ago but forgot to read because you always buy the first book you see when in town. She hurriedly pulled out your drawers, containers, and boxes to see if you were anywhere to be found, but there was nothing. No clothes, no books, no empty or half-full water bottles standing in random places throughout the apartment.

You were gone.

All that was left was a single note attached to the metal refrigerator with a spider magnet:

Natasha,

I am so happy you found a group of people who make you feel as though you can be yourself. As if you can stop anything that blocks you from going on in life. I am happy that you found friends who allow you to take a breather from your harsh world.

I just hope that you are as happy as I was with you because that is a powerful feeling.

“I just don’t understand what gives you the right to leave.” She shouted into her phone as she paced in the kitchen. You were on the other end being more stubborn than she’s ever known, but she wasn’t letting up.

“You left me first! I understand that you have a job to do, and you have all these new friends, but you couldn’t have come home once?” You try to reason, a stern tone to let her know you weren’t going to let her push you around, but she laughed in disbelief.

“You know good and well that I wasn’t doing that to abandon you! Just- Just come back home, please.” Natasha didn’t let out a cry, a sob, or even the slightest notion that she was upset, but instead she sounded defeated. At her wit’s end.

“No, Natasha.” You said while letting out a sigh. The dial tone rang out into the empty apartment as she stood there staring into the floor. This wasn’t like her, to feel this way, to act this way. What was she doing differently? What was she doing wrong?

Despite your decision to leave, you found yourself searching for Natasha in everything you did. You were staying at a friend’s old apartment who was subletting it to you, so you were alone, not like you weren’t used to it by now. It’s been a few months, closer to a year, but you couldn’t shake the looming feeling of her around. Every time you rounded a corner, you hoped that you would run into her. You hoped that when you opened the door, she would be standing there, hand slightly raised as if she was going to knock, but she never did. You could live with or without her, but you did miss having her around.

Maybe something or someone was looking down on you with the purest eyes because while you were walking in the park bundled up in a warm winter coat, you noticed her sitting on a bench with her head in her hands. She had snow flakes nestling in her hair and eyelashes which only accentuated her natural beauty, and you couldn’t resist walking up to her.

“Is this seat taken?” You asked, slowly walking up to her, leaving a trail of footprints behind you. She looked up with a lopsided smile, but she shook her head.

“I don’t know. The snow has been occupying the seat for a while.” You both share a laugh at the awful joke, but she pushes off the snow on the bench for you. You both sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying the scenery. You mulled over whether or not you want to bring up the fact that you wanted her back because everything in your life felt full when she was around. Though you knew your mental and emotional walls were stronger than before, and you felt the need to push her away, you know that she was the love of your life.

“I apologize for running away on you, Natasha-”

“What happened to Nat?” Again, it was quiet. The snowflakes were almost fully-formed snowballs falling from the sky at that point, and you could hear them land on the ground, dissipating into nothing.

“I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have left you at home alone for no reason. It’s almost like to keep a relationship, I have to be present or something.” You both looked at each other before bursting into a laughing fit. Your head on her shoulder, her hand on your thigh to stop her from doubling over felt like nothing had changed. You suppose it never really did. You unfold your arms and you both fall into a hug that felt as if balance was restored.

It wasn’t really over with Natasha Romanoff because you were going to try to fall in love with her again. Though, you believe you never fell out of it in the first place.

I hope you guys liked it as usual! I promise to write for someone other than Natasha or Wanda, but I just love them so much. Obviously let me know what you think, and let me know what else you want to see.

I’m having too much fun writing fics like these where it’s more descriptive than dialogue.

- Lucy

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #marvel

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hockeyisit · 3 years

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Could you do a piece of amelia and auston with the 22 NHL game? Maybe the photoshoot or something

I let out a groan as I rolled over in bed. Auston was standing in front of his dresser pulling on a pair of boxers while Felix lay in his abandoned spot on the bed.

“What are you doing?” I asked, pushing my face back into the pillow feeling exhausted.

“I have that photoshoot today,” he answered quietly. I turned my face to glance at my phone so I could check the time. 7:30AM. We had arrived back into Toronto late last night and I had stayed up later than Auston trying to get some of my stuff unpacked.

“What photoshoot?” I closed my eyes and pulled Felix closer to me. The jetleg catching up to me very quickly.

“For the NHL game,” he reminded me as he walked into the closet and started pulling on his clothes.

Felix squirmed in my hold before hopping off the bed and following Auston into the closet. Once he was finished getting dressed he made his way out of the closet and over to the bed where I was.

“I’ll be there for awhile,” he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of my head, which was still buried in the pillows. I flipped over so I could look up at him.

“If you end up wanting to bring me lunch or something I can text you the address,” he whispered looking down at me with a glint in his eye. I smiled as I pushed myself up so I could give him a kiss.

“Do that, I’ll bring whatever you want” I said grinning. He smiled softly before giving me another kiss.

“Thanks baby. Get some more sleep,” he said as he pulled away. I smiled laying back against the pillows so I could get comfortable. Auston patted the couch and waited for Felix to hop on.

“I already took him out so just get some rest,” he told me before pushing himself up from the bed. He grabbed his phone off the charger and then made his way out of the room. I grinned to myself as I reached out to pet Felix before falling back into a blissful sleep.

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Waking up again I slowly rolled onto my side to check my phone. I had three messages from Auston and a few in our groupchat with his family.

Aus: I have a break around 1:30

I’m feeling anything you want.

Also can you bring my wallet, I forgot it. It's in my grey backpack. Buy lunch with my card.

I did a tapback to his responses instead of responding before moving onto the groupchat.

MAMA Matthews: Saw these and thought of you guys

She sent a photo with the text that had me laughing out loud.

As I went to respond I was interrupted by a call.

“Hey,” I said, answering the call from Steph.

“BABE!” she said excitedly. “Are you back in the six?” she asked, causing me to grin.

“Yes I’m back.”

She squealed loudly causing me to move the phone from my ear.

“I’m busy during lunch but want to walk the dogs after?” I questioned.

“Yes I’m free!” she excitedly explained. I squealed.

“Cant wait to see you,” I told her.

“Our usual?”

“Yes!” I answered happily.

We said our goodbyes before hanging up the phone. I glanced over at Felix.

“Want to go on a walk?” I questioned raising an eyebrow. He tilted his head extiedly.

“Yeah a walk babe,” I teased. He jumped up from the bed causing me to let out a loud laugh as I hopped up from the bed and pulled on Auston’s sweat-shorts and a shirt.

“Let go baby,” I called out to Felix leading him to the door where his leash was at. I slipped it on before leading him out the door.

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After my walk with Felix I got ready and started to make my way out to the door so I could pick up Taco Bell for Auston and I. Then made my way to the address that he had sent me too.

“Ma'am sorry I can’t let you in with identification,” a security guard said, stopping me at the door. I took my license out and handed it to him.

“I’m Auston’s finance,” I told him as he took it from my hands. He lifted his walkie talkie before repeating what I had said to him in it. After a moment the clarification came through.

“Thank you Mrs. Matthew’s,” he said, handing my ID back to me. I grinned as I made my way through the door.

“Thank you,” I called as I walked through.

I made my ways through the halls to where Auston had instructed me. I came across him in the middle of an interview. I hid myself behind the closest workers so that I could listen to what he was saying.

“Alright break time,” the director called out moments later. Slowly I made my way over to Auston a bit intimidated by all the people around.

“I have tacos,” I called out when I was close enough. Auston turned away from the man he was talking to so that he could grin at me.

“Hi babe,” he called, making his way over to me and grabbing the food from my hand.

“Just going to take the food and walk away?” I questioned raising my eyebrow at him. He let out a little laugh before leaning down to press a quick sweet kiss to my cheek.

“No, I just don't want you doing any heavy lifting,” he teased as he led us over to an empty table. He set the food down and pulled me down into the chair next to him.

“How you doing, baby?” Auston asked, reaching his hand around my chair and rubbing my back. I turned my body to face him, giving him a soft smile.

“I’m still pretty tired, I slept until 11:30,” I told him before reaching out to take a sip of my coke. He gave me a soft grin as he reached out to steal my cup from me. I whined as my hand followed him trying to grab it back.

“That’s mine,” I grunted as I pulled it back. He gave me an offended look and then took a bite of his taco.

“Why didn’t you get me one?” he pouted his lips. I shrugged my shoulders as I started eating my food.

“Didn’t think you’d want one,” I admitted after I finished swallowing my food.

“Well I do,” he said, reaching for my soda again. “I’m exhausted,” he admitted after taking a sip. I reached my hand out to rest on his shoulder.

“What have they made you do today?” I questioned rubbing my hand up and down his arm. He let out a deep breath as he leaned into my touch.

“Just a bunch of different interviews and photoshoots.”

“Have they been fun?” I asked. As Auston was about to respond we heard someone call his name.

“We need you for a few more shoots,” the woman continued once we had turned our attention to her.

“Ill be right back baby,” Auston said leaning forward to press a quick kiss to my lips. I pulled my phone out as he walked off to finish his photoshoot.

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“Amelia?” A woman said, approaching me where I was still sitting at the table Auston had left me at. I glanced up from my phone and gave her a soft smile.

“Yes?” I locked my phone, setting it down in my lap.

“Mr. Matthews requested that I come get you and bring you to where he is,” she said, giving me a friendly smile. I nodded my head as I quickly started cleaning up the garbage on the table from lunch.

“Okay,” I said standing up and following after her. She led me down a long hallway before turning into a dark room lit up with only a few bright white lights that were shining on Auston. We walked over to the corner of the room so that we were standing back behind all the people working on the lighting and photos.

Auston’s face lit up when he noticed me standing farther back.

“Hey baby,” he called out, raising his hand in a wave. I blushed as I felt everyone's attention turn to me. I gave a small hesitant wave before ducking my head slightly.

“He’s confident,” a voice next to me said, causing me to look up. I took in the male standing next to me trying to figure out why he looked so familiar.

“Yeah he’s always been pretty confident, but it looks good on him,” I blushed, turning to look back at Auston’s grinning face.

“Confident off the ice and on the ice,” he joked, causing me to let out a small laugh.

“That’s for sure,” I joked back. The guy let out a laugh, throwing his head back.

“I’m Leon,” he introduced himself, holding out his hand. I smiled as I reached out to shake his hand.

“Nice to meet you, I'm Amelia,” I responded.

“Your Mats girl?” he questioned. I nodded my head as I looked over at Auston. It looked like he was finishing up.

“Yeah.”

As Leon went to respond he was interrupted by Auston sliding up behind me and wrapping his hand around my waist.

“Hey Drai,” Auston said, reaching his hand out to give him a fistbump.

“Hey I was just talking to your girl here about how good you look up there,” Leon joked, nudging Auston’s arm as he pointed to where he had been standing earlier.

“Okay,” Auston laughed, pulling me further into his side. “Let’s see how good you look up there,” Auston teased him, causing the three of us to let out a laugh. Leon made his way over to the camera area and they immediately handed him his jersey.

“You looked hot up there babe,” I grinned, turning to look up at Auston. He grinned down at me before leaning in for a peck.

“Thanks,” he whispered as he pulled away. I giggled as I leaned into him.

“Are you done for the day?” I asked hopefully. Sadly he shoot his head no.

“No but a break so follow me,” he said, holding his hand out to me and pulling me out of the room into the hall.

“Where are we going?” I giggled as I trailed after him. He stopped walking and turned around to face me.

“I know a place,” he smirked before abruptly turning around and continuing on his way. I laughed loudly as I followed along.

“Here we are, my lady,” Auston grinned, pulling me into a family bathroom. I let out a loud laugh as he pushed me up against the door.

“This is not the sexy place I had in mind,” I joked as I pushed at his chest. He let out a laugh as he pulled away.

“I know, there aren't any private places here” he whined. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. As I continued kissing him I let myself relax in his hold. A moment later a text tone went off. Auston pulled back to look at his phone.

“They want me back,” he said through a sigh.

“Alright well I think I;m going to head out,” I told him with a small pout. He leaned in to press a kiss to my lips.

“Okay I’ll see you at home babe.”

“Okay,” I said through a smile leaning in to kiss him again. He pulled away with a grin before slowly opening the door and peeking into the hallway.

“Coast is clear,” Auston said, pushing the door and making his way out with me hot on his trails.

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“Hi Felix,” I smiled. Felix greeted me at the door the second I arrived home.

“Let’s go for a walk buddy,” I grinned, picking up his leash. I dropped my purse onto the table next to the door and fished out my keys.

“Let’s go.”

I opened the door and started to make my way to the elevator. We waited a minute before the elevator appeared. There was a man standing in the corner on his phone and he gave me a small smile as I stepped in with Felix.

“Who’s this guy?” he asked sweetly, gesturing down to Felix.

“This is Felix,” I said, smiling down at my puppy. Felix's tail started wagging in excitement at hearing his name.

“Cute dog, when did you get him?” he questioned. Felix walked over to him and started sniffing him.

“Oh he was my fiance's dog when we met. I think he got him two years ago?” I said, sounding a bit unsure of what I was saying.

“Nice.”

“You can pet him if you want,” I encouraged him. He gave me a smile as he reached out to do so.

“Did you just move in?” I questioned knowing I had never seen him before. I felt like I knew or recognized everyone that lived here.

“Yeah 663. Had to move for my job.” I let out a sad sigh as I thought of all the memories Auston and I had made in that apartment with Freddie. The elevator doors opened and Felix took off out the door. We both let out a laugh as we followed.

“What’s your job?” I asked as we walked towards the lobby door.

“Uh I play for the NHL,” he shrugged, pulling the door open for me. I let the shock spread across my face for a quick second.

“So you must know Auston,” I paused once we had made it outside. He gave me a weird look as he raised his eyebrow.

“Auston Matthews, he’s my finance,” I said, reaching up to tuck a piece of my hair out of my face.

“Oh! I uh haven't actually met any of my teammates yet but I’ve played against him before,” he admitted.

“Nice well if you need any help getting around Toronto let us know. I should probably take this poor guy on his walk now though,” I said pointing to my puppy and slowly walking in the direction of our normal walk path. Suddenly Felix pulled really hard on the lease causing me to stumble forward as he tried to take off.

“Hey,” I warned him. I glanced in the direction of where Felix was trying to go and saw Steph and Zues. I squealed in excitement before quickly making my way over to her.

“Steph!! Show me the ring,” I exclaimed when I reached her. She blushed as she lifted her hand to show me her shiny engagement ring.

“It’s so beautiful,” I told her as I took her hand in mine. “Were you surprised when he asked?”

Mitch had told me that he was going to propose to Steph and had me help prepare for it. I had made sure she went to get her nails done by going to Arizona. We facetimed and pretended we were together. I thought for sure she would know that something was going on but she had seemed surprised when she had told me it happened.

“Yes I knew it was going to happen eventually but everything was absolutely perfect! I loved it so much.” She smiled. “Thanks for making me get my nails done.” She laughed, folding her arm into mine so that they were interlocked.

“Anything for you,” I said sweetly. Her smile lit up as she led us over to a bench. She unclipped Zues from his leash and then threw a tennis ball for him to chase. Felix whined from where he was standing near my legs causing me to look down. I hated taking him off the leash when Auston wasn’t around. I knew that Felix was a great dog and would never hurt someone but I got so worried that he would get lost or stolen. If we were in a dog park with a fence it would be a different story.

“I’m glad you said that because,” she was cut off by Zues dropping the ball at her feet and barking. She reached down for the ball and threw it again. “I was hoping that you would be one of my bridesmaids?” She questioned, glancing at me nervously. I felt my jaw drop open in shock at her question. I was completely surprised by her decision to ask me that.

“What?” I finally got out.

“Are you sure?” I asked. Steph had always had a lot of friends that she was really close with. I knew that she considered me to be one of her best friends the same way I did with her but I was still shocked at the fact that she wanted me to be in the wedding party.

“Of course, I would make you my maid of honor but I have to give my sister that,” she joked, throwing the ball again. I reached out and pulled her into a quick hug before feeling my phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled my phone out to see an incoming call from Auston.

“Hello?” I asked swiping to answer the phone.

“Where did you two go?” Auston asked the second after I talked.

“We're at the park with Steph,” I answered.

“Oh. Do you think you could tire him out. My wrist is hurting a bit so I’m probably going to take the medicine and nap. I don’t want to have to take him out later,” he said. I glanced over to where Felix was laying on the ground looking at Zues play with a longing look in his expression. Letting out a soft sigh I knelt down and unhooked his leash.

“Yeah I can do that. Do you want me to pick up dinner or make dinner?” I questioned. Steph raised her eyebrow at me but I waved her off with my hand.

“We don’t have any groceries,” he responded. I heard the sound of the water running in the background before turning off.

“Okay I’ll pick up some food.”

“Sounds good see you then baby,” he said softly. I blushed as I mumbled back.

“Love you, hope your wrist starts to feel better.”

We hung up the phone and I turned back to Steph. “That was Auston. His wrist is bothering him a bit.”

“Oh. How did the surgery end up going?” she asked curiously. I shrugged my shoulders as I kept an eye on Felix running around with Zues.

“It was fine. Honestly I think Freddie took care of Auston more after it then I did,” I joked. She laughed with me before giving me a soft smile.

“I’m sure you guys will miss him.”

It was no secret that Freddie was such a big part of Auston and my life. He had lived with us during two of the offseasons and during the year he lived in the same apartment building. When we first met I wasn't sure how to feel about how close their friendship was but as time went on it just became the norm.

“Yeah we spent pretty much the whole summer with him. Only time we probably weren't with him was when we went to Mexico.”

Felix came running back over to us with Zeus following right after. Felix dropped the ball before taking a seat right at my feet. I let out a little laugh as I grabbed the ball and picked it up. He made no move to stand though so I just handed the ball back to Steph.

“You tired Felix?” I asked, reaching down to ruffle his hair. “Ready to go home to Papi?” He let out a bark in response causing Steph and I to laugh.

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I dropped Felix off at the apartment before deciding to make the trip to the grocery store so that I could cook dinner for Auston and I tonight. I knew that if Auston’s wrist was hurting him he was going to be a bit extra crabby then he normally is so I wanted to do something nice for him and make him a meal that reminded him of his family.

I had decided to make Auston’s favorite meal, his Mama’s famous tortilla soup. She had given the recipe to me over the summer and I had made it with her a few times trying to get it just right. I hadn’t told Auston that I was learning though so I was kind of excited to surprise him with it.

When I got back from the grocery store I quickly put everything away and then started making the soup. Once it was finished I left it to simmer while I made my way into our room to see if Auston was still sleeping.

I quietly pushed the door open to see Felix laid out at the end of the bed wrapped around Auston’s feet and Aus passed out facing the door. A smile ghosted my lips as I walked further into the room. I walked over to my side of the bed and crawled in so that I was big spooning him. He shifted in my arms before relaxing against me.

“Aus,” I whispered softly.

“Huh?” he mumbled uot.

“I made dinner. Why don't you get up and eat some,” I pressed a kiss to the back of his neck which was slightly sweaty.

“Five minutes,” he responded tiredly.

“Okay. Are you feeling okay?” I rubbed my hand up and down his arm gently, careful of his wrist.

“Fine.”

“Your sweaty,” I pointed out.

“It’s hot in here,” he pointed out “I don’t think we ever turned the air on.” I thought about it for a moment before realizing that he was right.

“I can go turn it on,” I said about to push myself up off the bed. He let out a groan as his hand stopped me.

“Can you just hold me for a bit longer.” Something in his voice caused my chest to ache and all I could do was nod.

“I made your favorite for dinner,” I mumbled quietly. He hummed in response.

“Tortilla soup,” I clarified for him. “Your Ma’s recipe.”

“Yum,” he smiled, before pushing himself up into a sitting position. He turned to face me and leaned down to press a passionate kiss to my lips.

“I love you baby,” he whispered when he pulled away.

“I love you too.”

I knew Auston was nervous and scared for what this new season was going to hold. Especially with all the uncertainty of his wrist and Freddie being gone. I also knew that this season was going to be just fine and he was worrying about nothing.

“Let’s go eat.” I climbed out of the bed holding my hand out to Auston. He took it and together we made our way into the kitchen stoppin to turn on the air.

“Oh my god, taste just like my moms,” he moaned as he took another spoonful.

A.N: Sorry this took so long for me to write. I hope you like it. I'm planning on working and finishing a lot of the request that y'all have sent in. I have a few that are already half written so I hope to get those posted soon! ps. sorry if this one is kinda boring.

#Auston and Amelia #auston matthews x reader #auston matthews fanfic #auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #auston matthews fic #auston matthews imagine #toronto maple leafs fic #toronto maple leafs writing #toronto maple leafs fanfic #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl writing #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey fic #hockey fanfiction #nhl imagine #hockey imagine

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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omg i love your styles!reader fics (and your writing in general, you’re so talented) !! can you do blurb where tom and styles!reader have been married for like a year or two and they tell their families that they’re expecting and then maybe flash forward to when the baby is born and harry cries meeting them?

combined requests: hi can u do a dad tom and reader. and they have a baby shower for the reader. I love all your story’s btw:)

wc: 2k

requests are open (love you // hope u like this)

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“Are you excited?”

“I’m nervous.” You let out a measly laugh while Tom’s left hand moved from gripping your thigh to hovering above your lower abdomen.

You weren’t showing yet, of course. It had only been a few weeks since the two of you had found out. Two years into your marriage and the two of you had discussed to start trying for a family. You’d never told anyone that, so you expected the announcement to be quite a surprise for everyone.

Tom was a very private guy, especially growing up in the public eye. His family was off limits, and the minute you came into the picture, that trait only amplified. Now that you were married, he’d been a bit more private about his marriage life, especially around his family. It was a weird dynamic at first, because Tom is a very open man who loves his family very much.

But he also knows his family isn’t a private one when it comes to the media, and involving you would mean every aspect of your life would be outed. And he didn’t want that, so the two of you weren’t ridiculously close with either of your families.

It was a weird detail, really. One you didn’t really notice until a year after your marriage.

It was even weirder, however, that there happened to be an entire week where both your family and Tom’s family were available for a lunch date. Harry was usually writing an album or prepping for a tour, and you were glad he kept himself busy. Tom and his younger brother would usually be working on a project together, so having everyone home was exciting and nerve wracking.

“They’re all gonna know we’ve had sex.”

“I think they knew before,” He chuckled at your reaction, mouth ajar while you slapped his upper arm playfully.

“Who’s fault is that?”

“Sure, blame the guy who knocks you up.”

“Okay, mister.” You shuffle his curls, which are arranged messily for a Saturday.

Fifteen minutes later and the two of you are walking into the Holland household. You can already hear your brother’s minged shouts and hollers about whatever conversation he must be having with Harry, Tom’s brother. You’re quite certain you’ve never seen such a British interaction.

“The all-star couple is finally here!”

“Hey!” Harry drags out the end syllables while he brings you into a sloppy hug. “Baby sis.”

“Don’t ever call me that again,” You laugh at his tone, the words foriegn for him.

“Yeah, that was weird as fuck the minute I said it.”

You glanced over to Tom, who was hugging his brothers and his mother. You grinned as you made your way over to them, embracing them just as he had before linking your hand with Tom’s and sitting in a patio chair beside his.

“How is everything in your married-life?”

“Low-key, really.” You admitted, it was true. The first few months had been exhausting yet fulfilling, but now you felt yourself settling down for the long run. Tom could feel it too, especially with the unannounced baby Holland on the way.

“Yeah, mum,” He bit into a snickerdoodle. “Not much going on for us.”

“Didn’t you just wrap that upcoming film?”

“The London one, yeah.” He nods along and you get lost in conversation with Sam and Elysia. They’ve been together for quite awhile, and you suspect their own wedding might be within the near future.

You’re about an hour into the lunch when you make eye contact with Tom, communicating without words. He stands up, wiping his hands off on a napkin before pulling you up.

“We have… some new to share.”

Eyes glance up to the only two people standing at the table, and Harry (your brother) swallows a bite of bread before encouraging you. “Well, get on with it then.”

Your mom whips the back of his head, and you laugh. Gemma chuckles at them before glancing at you inquisitively. You’re very open with her, but from the look on your face, she knows this is something nobody else knows of.

“We are very happy to announce….” You start it, but urge Tom to finish what you cannot.

“That the newest member of the Holland-Styles clan will be coming by the end of this year.”

You watch as mouth’s drop open in the final realization at what this means. Gemma sits back in her chair, left hand above her chest, against her shirt with wide eyes and mouth ready to catch flies. You smile in excitement, and Nikki and your mom stand quickly for hugs, pushing their chairs back as they scrape against the concrete of the backyard patio.

Tom’s hand is linked to yours still, and when you momentarily let go, you feel almost abandoned and lost without him.

After a few rounds of accepting ‘congratulations!’you realize your brother has yet to move from his seat. When you glance at him after everyone’s settled back down, he’s looking in his lap. Gemma catches on, and so does Sam. Eventually, all eyes are on the Styles boy.

“Har?” You speak hesitantly in the tense situation. “You okay?”

When he picks his head up, he sniffles and you notice his red eyes. You jutt a lip out as you hear a few of the girls vocally “aw” at his state. He stands quickly, chair scraping just as everyone else’s had, and he makes his way over you.

You get lost in his embrace, hugging him tightly. He’s still crying slightly as he whispers a few words into your ears. He’s emotional upon realizing he’ll be an uncle in just a few months, emotional upon realizing you’ve grown up so much from the little girl that used to rub frosting on his nose and dimples.

You rub his back soothingly, and when you separate he gives you a weak smile. He maneuvers around you to hug your husband, who chuckles when he’s embraced roughly, tightly. Their hands are each on each other’s back, and a memory flashes in your mind, one of your wedding, when Harry cried so much you had to ask someone to buy more tissues.

You’re nostalgic about today’s encounter, and you don’t know what to expect when the baby really does come.

You’re seven months along, baby bump big as ever. Tom’s almost as protective as Tessa now that you’re so far along. As far as cliches go, you’ve just arrived to a basically surprise baby shower. You know it must’ve taken Tom weeks to plan something like this, and it must’ve been even harder to keep it a secret from you.

You kiss his forehead when you finally see why you’re at his mom’s house. Both yours and his moms are conversing in the corner after greeting the two of you. There’s a table of presents beside a snack area. You can see a few of your craving-snacks, and you hug Tom as best you can. He kisses your temple.

There’s not many people here, only your closest friend circle and your family members. You see Harry and Gemma in the corner, and make your way over to your siblings with a smile. You're swollen with the baby bump, so you’re not moving as fast, but you’re just as excited.

“Baby on the way,” You announce as you hug them. “Thanks for doing this, guys.” You blush as you gesture to everything around you. Harry shrugs with a cocky smile, and Gemma smiles lovingly. You see Sam and Elysia heading towards you, and Gemma makes her way to the snack table for some lemonade.

“Y/N!” Elysia drags out your name in excitement, hugging you carefully. “How is everything?”

“Ugh,” You groan jokingly, a hand rubbing up and down your bump. “Exhausting, really. She’s a handful.”

She smiles, and Sam’s hand stays on the small of her back as she leans into him. He excuses himself momentarily, and you lean in close to Elysia when he’s gone.

“Are you two engaged?”

She looks at you with a blush before shaking her head. “No… but I feel like he’s going to propose soon.”

You squeal and try your hardest not to cry. “Man, these hormones are crazy.” She laughs, nodding along. Unbeknownst to you, Sam had made his way over to the two older brothers of the Holland family. They’re sipping beer by the patio sliding door.

“Hey, guys.” The boys look up at the sound of Sam’s soft voice. He’s almost hushed, and they use context to realize he looks a bit serious.

“What’s up?” Harry’s hand pats his shoulder as if to comfort his anxious state.

Same turns his head to look at Elysia, who’s across the yard talking to you. “I think I’m going to propose soon.” Tom nearly chokes on his drink. “What? Man, that’s amazing!” He’s whispering out, breathing erratically from excitement.

Harry stares out, blinking in surprise. He’d seen in coming, but that would never amount to the realization that the Holland boys are growing up. “Do you have a ring or something?” They huddle close as Sam brings them closer in response to Harry’s question.

He pulls out a velvet box from an inner-jacket pocket. When he opens the case, they gasp in awe.

“Man,” Tom pats his back again, lovingly. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you, man. I’m nervous.” He wipes his hands on his thighs as he hides the ring in his clothes again.

“Don’t worry.” Harry glances over at the two of you. “She loves you so much. You’re gonna get the happy ending.”

They continue talking until your mum, Anne, announces it’s time to open a few presents. You reunite with Tom for the first time since arriving, trying not to come off as too flustered, but you know you are. You know you’ll cry — and dramatically too, because your hormones are off the radar — if anyone gives you a really meaningful present.

You open a few, some just basic cleaning supplies for diaper-care, others range from cute clothes to bedding sheets. When you open Harry’s gift, it’s a CD case with a picture of the Styles family on the cover.

When you open the case, you see a message in print. He’d written you a few songs, for Tom and the baby too. You nearly burst into tears as you stand up as quickly as possible. Tom helps you stand while you make your way over to your older brother, hugging him as if your life depends on it.

“You’re gonna be a great uncle, Harry.”

***

When they said the birth process was painful, they didn’t mention how much. Tom fainted about an hour and a half into it, after glancing where he shouldn’t have. You laughed while the doctors got him standing again. He was by your side for the entire time, and when you finally gave your last push, the two of you heard the wales of your sweet baby girl.

“Did so well, love.” You’d heard him whisper while he kissed your sweaty forehead.

Seven hours later, you were sitting up after having just slept for a good amount of time. Scarlet was sleeping calmly in your arms. Tom was squeezed onto the bed next to you, arms carefully wrapped around your exhausted body. He’d cried four times already.

“Ma’am, your families are here.” A nurse had come into the room with a small smile before opening the door wider to allow visitors in.

Harry and Gemma were first up. They’d been here the longest, having received a call when they were closer to the hospital than everyone else.

You glanced up when you heard Harry gasp. “She’s beautiful.” He whispered, tip toeing over to the bed, seating himself in one of the chairs.

“C- can I hold her?” You nod, handing him the small child. He graciously takes her in his tattoo covered arms, holding her head cautiously while he coos at her. She wakes momentarily to giggle at the new arms. He visibly pouts, and when you notice water on Scarlet, you grow worried.

But all of that is washed down the drain when you see Harry’s red, teary eyes. He smiles happily, even through the tears, and you breathe out a laugh through your own cries.

“She looks just like you.”

You wipe a tear away, reaching out to hold one of his hands.

“Just like you.”

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the devil lives in his smile

atsumu x f!reader word count: 3k warnings please read: toxic fuckboy atsumu, manipulation, dubcon, degradation, dumbification, dry humping, face fucking, pussyjob, no prep, unprotected sex, spanking, creampie, one pussy slap

nsfw minors dni

fuckboys come in a variety of shapes and sizes and personalities

and atsumu was one of the subtlest fuckboys around

he worked hard to give off an air of dumb jock charm so no one would sense his true nature until it was too late

and now he had set his sights on you

atsumu had first seen you early in the semester in one of his afternoon classes and from then on it became the only course he regularly attended

it had been easy sliding into your good graces, you were so kind offering him your notes at the flash of a smile

he’d come in late with a cheesy grin and mcdonald’s breakfast, crashing into the seat you had started saving for him and would offer you some food

it was a routine that had you perking up whenever he walked through the door, just like he wanted

so when atsumu invited you to a party that night, you were all too eager to accept

“can’t fucking believe how easy you were.” even with atsumu hunched over you and growling right into your ear, you could barely hear him over the cacophony of the frat party in full swing. or maybe it was just hard to focus when he was thrusting into you so hard and so fast, your mind couldn’t even string together a thought.

when you had arrived at the address your friend had texted you, a ball of dread had sunken to the pit of your stomach. a few friends. really just a get together before midterms. that’s how atsumu had described the gathering. he had failed to mention it was being held at the most notorious frat house on campus. the one with a bowl of condoms at the front door, drunk people strewn against the lawn and blasting music so loud you could feel it like a phantom heartbeat.

you should’ve left. should’ve turned on your heels and walked back home but the memory of atsumu’s bright smile when you had told him you’d go had you steeling your nerves and walking into the house.

he had found you right away and you weren’t sure whether it was because he was looking for you or because you looked so out of place among the crowd. he handed you a drink and you were so used to accepting things from atsumu you didn’t hesitate to take a sip. it was strong. much stronger then you were used to and the blonde chuckled when you gagged at the aftertaste.

his mouth was moving but the music was even louder now that you were in the belly of the beast and you gestured to him that you couldn’t understand. he nodded, grabbed your hand and led you upstairs, ducking under the tape guarding them off. you didn’t expect the rush of warmth to your face at the feel of his large hand in yours. if atsumu noticed your nervousness, he didn’t comment on it.

“are we allowed to be in here?” you asked as he guided you into an empty bedroom, closing the door behind you. a part of you wished the room had a lock in case some partygoers tried to crash in. another part of you was glad for the potential easy exit though you weren’t sure why you’d need it.

“i’ve got friends that live here.” he said, crossing the room to plop down on the bed, stretching out like he owned the place. “they won’t mind.”

reassured, you made your way over to him, leaving a sizeable gap between you as you sat on the end of the bed.

he cocked an eyebrow at you. “what are you doing all the way over there?”

atsumu was always in your space in class, scooting in close to look at your notes, leaning over to take sips from the coffee he bought you. it was different now. there was no barrier of the desks separating you. there was nothing but empty air between you and for the first time since you met him, you were uneasy in atsumu’s presence.

you felt stupid for even feeling this way. this was atsumu, your friend. the person who covered for you when the professor called you out and you weren’t paying attention. the person who hung out with you when all your other friends had abandoned you. granted, you weren’t paying attention because atsumu had been whining about how unfair it was he didn’t have your number. and your ex friends never quite looked at you when you crossed paths on campus with atsumu by your side.

still. he’s your friend. being close to him is nothing new so you swallowed your growing anxiety and scooted closer to him until your thighs were pressed against each other. a hand landed on your shoulder, pulling until you were lying on your back with atsumu’s arm around you.

“that’s better.” he said. better? this was more then you had in mind but you couldn’t deny, it was nice to be in his arms. or maybe just nice to have someone hold you for the first time since you could remember. how long has it been? definitely before the semester started. the only man you’d talked to for months had been atsumu. everyone else had just… left. faded out of your life. at least you had atsumu. if he left, then you’d really be all alone. so if he wanted to cuddle a bit, you could bear it if it kept him by your side, saved you from loneliness.

“yer pretty, ya know that?” he was gazing down at you, a glint of something sharp behind his dark eyes. “real fucking pretty.”

“thank you.” you laughed a bit, feeling far too awkward to do anything else and desperate to change the conversation. “h-how come i never noticed you had an accent before?”

“it’s faded since i’ve been living in the city but it comes out once in awhile.” his face somehow gets closer to yours and his voice drops to a whisper. “ ‘specially when i’m nervous.”

“what are you nervous about?” you find yourself matching his volume, holding your breath as his other hand comes up to cup your cheek.

“this.” your eyes stay wide open as atsumu crashed his mouth onto yours. it’s not how you’d imagined he’d kiss and you can admit to yourself now that you had daydreamed about it once or twice. you thought he’d be gentle, all soft lips and breathy laughs.

the reality couldn’t be farther from that. his kisses weren’t just hungry, they were ravenous, biting at your bottom lip until you opened your mouth and let his tongue snake inside. you could taste the remnants of whatever drink he’d had and it made you cringe, remembering exactly where you were. you tried to pull back but atsumu’s grip was too strong and he chased you, surging forward until he rolled, now on top of you and pinning you to the bed. there was nowhere left to go now.

he finally broke the kiss, letting you gulp precious air into your starved lungs. “fuck, darlin’. ya look so hot right now.”

you were about to ask him to let you up, already thinking about how you were going to get home safe when one of his legs settled in between yours, his thigh grinding against your covered mound. you couldn’t stop the moan at the unexpected friction, hips bucking up to seek more instinctively. you trembled at the cruel laugh atsumu let out at your expense.

“fucking knew it. i knew ya were a slut the second i laid eyes on you.”

you wanted to shake your head, hot tears threatening to spill over but atsumu was pressing right against you now, giving your clit the attention it didn’t know it craved until that moment. tension was building in your gut embarrassingly quickly and you came with a silent cry, gripping tight onto atsumu’s arms that had you caged in. his movement stilled as he felt you shudder beneath him.

“did you just fucking cum?” you didn’t know atsumu’s voice could get that low, that it could sound so terrifying.

“i-i… you didn’t stop! you wouldn’t stop.”

“tch.” he pulled back and you wanted to weep at the disgusted look he threw your way. “is that all it takes? ya fucking cum the second anyone puts their hands on ya?”

“no no!” you were shaking your head but he wasn’t looking at you anymore in favour of unbuckling his jeans.

“don’t be a bitch now, sweetheart, help a guy out. it’s only fair.”

he pulled himself out of his boxers and your hands went numb at the sight. it wasn’t the length that scared you, it was the girth. it was the thickest cock you’d ever seen with the widest part right in the middle with a tip shiny with precum. the thought of what it would feel like inside you entered your mind before you could stop it and you swallowed thickly.

“what, never seen a real dick before? on your knees. now.” you jumped at the bark of a command, shakily getting off the bed and kneeling before him. when you did nothing but look up at him, atsumu slapped his cock against your face a few times, smearing precum against your cheek before pressing the tip to your lips.

why was your mouth opening up? why were you letting him gag you on his length, letting him he thrust into you with little regard for your comfort? why were you getting wet from it?

“that’s it god ya don’t know how many times i’ve thought of this. every fucking time ya opened yer mouth goin on about something stupid i wanted to shove my cock down yer throat to shut you up.”

you didn’t know who the man before you was but it wasn’t your atsumu. not the atsumu that made you laugh everyday and filled your stomach with butterflies when he winked your way. maybe that person never existed but the thought was too upsetting you didn’t want to believe it.

he fucked into your mouth for so long your jaw began to hurt from the strain but you didn’t want to stop. you were starting to become enthralled with the way atsumu was watching you. like you were someone desirable. it made you want to do whatever it takes to make sure he kept looking at you that way. you never wanted to see his disgust pointed at you ever again.

“that’s enough.” he pulled out of your mouth, a trail of salvia stringing out. he stepped out of his jeans and underwear, pulling his shirt up over his head before sitting back down on the bed. “strip.”

once again, you hurried to comply, shedding your clothes with little grace until all you had left was your panties. everything was moving so fast, the sudden realization of what you were about to do finally came crashing in as your thumbs hooked around the band.

“sometime tonight would be nice, darlin’.” he was stroking himself off as you hesitated, eyes glued to your bare chest and a wave of heat rose to your face. you shouldn’t like this, how he stared at you like a piece of meat. and yet you pulled down your panties anyway, stepping between his spread legs.

he grabbed you around the waist, manhandling you until you were straddling his lap. you didn’t know what to do with your hands, didn’t want to do something wrong and it didn’t go unnoticed by atsumu.

“i know ya wanna touch me so what are ya holdin’ back for?”

“i’m… allowed to?” your voice came out broken, hoarse from the rough treatment it had just been through. the smile that crossed atsumu’s face sent a shiver up your spine. there was nothing familiar about it, all curved edges and sharp teeth.

“dumb fucking whore. is yer head so empty that you need someone to tell you every little thing?” his tone was so patronizing it filled you with hot shame. you couldn’t help it, he wasn’t giving you a second to breathe, to think.

“please atsumu…”

“do you even know what yer beggin for?”

no. you really didn’t. you didn’t know whether you wanted to touch any part of him you could reach or run from the room or have him fuck you senseless. your mind was a mess of conflicting emotions that told you this man had lied to you for months and yet was making you feel so fucking good.

thinking was bad. thinking was making you feel worse. and you knew how to get the thinking to stop.

“please fuck me.”

“i know ya can do better than that, sweetheart.” he leant back on his arms to get a better view of your body. “show me how bad ya want me.”

your hips rolled forward at once, grinding your soaked folds along his shaft. the heavy weight of his stare was intoxicating. it made you want to put on a show for him, whining out his name and pinching your nipples. you clenched when you felt his cock twitch beneath you, moving faster now that his cock was slick with your spit and arousal.

just as you felt the tightening return to your gut, atsumu gripped your hips and stilled your movement. you blinked and suddenly you positioned on all fours with his blunt tip poking at your entrance.

“wait i’m not-!” he cut you off by pressing forward until the fat head of his cock popped inside you, the sudden intrusion making you cry out. atsumu was quick to grab the back of your head and push it down into the mattress.

“don’t worry. yer so fucking wet i bet ya won’t even feel it.”

inch by thick inch, he squeezed himself into you, your cries muffled and falling onto deaf ears. you’d never felt so full, you could hardly breathe as atsumu finally bottomed out but it was too late. you were overtaken by the unexpected orgasm, shaking hard from its force.

“ya really came just from me putting it in?” atsumu laughed. “i haven’t even tried yet, ya know?”

with that he pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, setting a rough pace that had your hands flying forward in search of something, anything to hold onto.

atsumu used you like you were a toy to take his frustrations out on, pain shooting through you as he battered against your cervix with every thrust. he hunched over you, humping quick and hard as he hissed into your ear.

“can’t believe how fucking easy ya were. i’ve been actin all friendly this whole time for nothin. could’ve just dragged ya outta class that first day and fucked ya in the bathroom, huh?”

you could focus just enough on his words for it to sink in that the friend you loved truly was just an act. there were tears running down your face and dripping onto the bed but you couldn’t tell if they were from pleasure or heartbreak.

“yer fucking mine now, understand? i’ve worked so hard for this cunt it belongs to me now. yer my hole now, just a place to keep my cum warm. say it.” he punctuated his sentence with a harsh slap to your ass.

“i- i’m...” you sobbed, mind too far gone to understand what he wanted you to say.

“who do ya belong to?” several more slaps landed on you, each one so hard it pushed you forward.

“you! i belong to you, atsumu!”

“that’s fuckin right. and what are you?”

“‘m your dumb whore! i’m a cocksleeve for you to fuck whenever you want!” you were rewarded with a quick rub of your clit that had you creaming, walls clenching down hard against him.

“what do ya say, slut, when i’m nice enough to let ya get yer filthy mess all over my cock?”

you babbled out your thanks mindlessly as he rode you straight into overstimulation, every nerve alive and buzzing beneath your skin.

“beg, dirty bitch. beg for my cum.” he was panting hard against you, hot breath on the nape of your neck.

“please cum atsumu i want it want you to fill me up and make me yours.”

“yeah? ya gonna walk around this party with my cum inside ya like a good girl?” you whined at the need to have him praise you, to make him proud of you.

“i’ll be good! i’ll be your good girl i promise please!”

“fucking take it then.” he came with a groan, warmth filling your lower belly as he gave shallow thrusts. he pulled out slowly, keeping as much of his cum inside you before reaching for your discarded panties. atsumu put them back on for you, not letting you move a muscle as to not allow even a drop to escape. when the panties covered you once more, he gave your now clothed pussy a slap, a jolt of electricity shooting through you.

“no chance of it coming out now.” before you could reply, the bedroom door swung open and two men stumbled in, pausing when they saw you two on the bed. you knew you should cover yourself up and yet you were watching atsumu for any indication of what you should do. when he didn’t motion any sort of signal, you presumed that meant he wanted you on display and you obliged with your head bowed.

“should’ve known you disappeared to bag someone.” one of the men said. “wait, atsumu is that the bitch you’ve been chasing all semester?”

“yeah.” atsumu’s face was turned away from you but you could hear the grin in his voice. “she gave it up pretty easy though.”

“that’s my boy!” they both clapped him hard on the back and ruffled his hair. they waited as atsumu dressed himself, talking idly about you as though you weren’t there and the blonde was all too happy to share details. the three left to rejoin the party but before atsumu closed the door, he turned back to you, face cold and hard.

“better keep yer fucking promise or i won’t be as nice next time.”

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