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babytarttdoodoo · 7 months

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in the end everything collides

((Winner of Whumptober Poll #2 | Day 6 | Made To Watch))

The whole evening had taken such a blindingly bizarre turn that even with the sound of fists meeting flesh and hysterical giggling filling his ears, Sam couldn’t process what he was seeing.

It had started out normally enough. He had been finishing some paperwork at Ola’s after closing, something he had been doing more and more of in the off-season to take at least a little pressure away from Simi.

He had been having fun, even, thanks to Jamie’s unrelenting commentary on anything and everything that popped into his head. His teammate had dropped in for a late dinner and hung around long after closing to keep Sam company when he learned of his plans.

The offer had been gratefully received and only curdled to regret when Edwin Akufo strode in like he owned the place.

His competing restaurant was not faring well, apparently, and that was obviously entirely Sam’s fault. How dare he have competent staff and a talented head chef?

Sam had sighed inwardly when Edwin’s security goons had spread out around the restaurant, gauging how much egotistical posturing and property damage he would likely have to put up with before being left alone again.

He hadn’t really considered what would happen if he fought back because he had no intention of doing so. Jamie, on the other hand, swung first.

Of course he did.

To his credit, he landed more than one solid hit before a bodyguard got hold of his arms and twisted them behind his back. Edwin had teetered between incredulity and rage for only a few moments before manic glee stole over his face.

It was not a good look on him.

“Let him go, Edwin, he doesn’t…” Sam barely started voicing his protests before he was grabbed too, held in place at the silent order of the billionaire, flicking a hand in Sam’s direction like he was an unimportant nuisance. Forgotten in the wake of this new entertainment.

“Ah, ah, what do we have here? Who are you to jump to Obisanya’s defence, hm? Another nobody with delusions of grandeur from kicking a ball?”

Jamie’s face screwed up to one side and Sam’s heart sank.

“Eh, ain’t nothing delusional about my ball-kicking, mate. Get a bit closer and I’ll show you.”

Edwin threw his head back and laughed, loudly. It was wildly out of place in the tense atmosphere and deeply unsettled something in Sam’s gut when he abruptly cut off.

“I do not think so, Obisanya’s friend. But Curtis here is more than happy to get up close and personal.”

‘Curtis’ was well over six feet tall and at least half as wide. Like all of Edwin’s cronies, he was dressed in a fine suit, though the addition of several bulky rings on his fingers seemed unique to him.

“Edwin, please,” Sam tried again, panic and desperation making his voice thin and reedy. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I do not have to do anything,” Edwin crowed, rocking back on his heels, delighting in Sam’s obvious distress. “I choose to do this, just like you chose to so rudely turn down my very generous offer. And your friend here chose to interfere. These are consequences, Sam Obisanya. A lesson for you both to learn.”

Sam pulled helplessly on the arms holding him firmly in place as Curtis cracked his knuckles and advanced on Jamie. The footballer was waiting with a smirk and raised brow.

“Am I supposed to be scared, like?”

The first blow snapped his head to the side. Sam cried out as if it had been meant for him.

Jamie just laughed, licking blood from his lip as he casually straightened up again. “C’mon, put your back into it, lad.”

The second hit slammed into his jaw, sending his skull backwards with such force that the man holding him barely avoided a broken nose.

Jamie took slightly longer to recover, head lolling forward for a moment before he looked up with bloody teeth. “You wanna really swing your hips, mate. Get a bit more momentum.”

The next punch sank into his stomach, forcing a pained grunt out of his mouth along with any air he had in his lungs. He coughed, gasping, and started to laugh again.

“My old man hits harder than that and he can barely piss standing up half the time.”

Curtis glanced back at Edwin with a raised eyebrow, clearly unsettled by his lack of impact on Jamie’s confidence. If they were waiting for him to back down, Sam realised, they would be here all night.

That was not a pleasant thought.

“What are you looking at me for? He told you to hit harder!” Edwin pointed out, annoyed but also eying Jamie’s grinning, manic face warily.

Sam couldn’t say how long it went on for; Curtis continued hitting Jamie and Jamie just kept up a running commentary, getting more and more delirious as it ran on.

There was a horror to it. A numb, dreadful feeling in Sam’s chest as he shouted and pleaded himself hoarse but the violence didn’t stop.

Until it did.

All of a sudden, Edwin flicked his hand again, a deep frown on his face that Sam had no mind to be concerned about. Both he and Jamie were released unceremoniously and he was moving to catch his friend before any other thought had time to form.

Jamie slumped into him, knees given out, still mumbling obscenities and casting aspersions about Curtis’ mother.

Edwin observed them both, making no move to stop Sam from grabbing a nearby chair.

“Your friend is clearly disturbed. You should get him psychological help.”

Sam barely acknowledged him, too preoccupied with holding Jamie up to dignify that with a witty response. The billionaire straightened his jacket with a scoff and beckoned to his entourage.

As quickly as the intrusion had sent the night to absolute hell, they were left alone again. Or, almost alone.

“Francis, I am not in the mood right now,” Sam warned the hovering man when he didn’t seem to be moving on.

“That is fair.” The evening’s events had rocked him so deeply that Sam couldn’t even summon surprise at hearing the handshake aficionado's voice for the first time. “Mr Akufo is leaving the country tomorrow. He is closing his restaurant. This… It is unlikely we will meet again.”

Francis cleared his throat, looking awkwardly out of character from his usual cool, collected demeanour. Not a violent man, Sam realised.

“Goodbye then. You can let yourself out.”

He gave Sam a firm nod, Jamie a lingering look, and did so, leaving them in peace at last.

“Jamie, are you familiar with the concept of self-preservation? At all?” Sam asked urgently, trying to judge how unfocused his eyes were. “Why did you do that?”

“I’m the only one who gets to be a prick to you,” Jamie slurred, struggling to keep upright. “‘Sides, he really didn’t hit that hard.”

Sam was justified, he thought, in finally letting himself cry.

#whumptober2023 #no.6 #made to watch #ted lasso #fic #whump vote result #jamie tartt #sam obisanya #edwin akufo #my fic #fic: everything collides #cw violence

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buckevantommy · 14 days

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HELLO MY DEAR i just wanted to come by and say!! first of all i just LOVE your content on your blog and it always makes me so happy to see what you post on my dash!!

but second of all i am CRYING you are so sweet about my tags it makes my heart so full!!!! i know that i always go a liiiiiiiittle insane in my tag essays so to see that someone actually reads them and enjoys my insane ramblings is just?? kicking my feet twirling my hair GIGGLING

anyways i feel like we have a shared bucktommy braincell and i just wanted to stop by and say THANK YOU and YOU'RE GREAT 💖💖💖

have a good rest of your day!!! ✨✨✨

oh my gosh you're so lovely, thankyou! 😭😘

i’ve only recently gotten into 911 thanks to bi!buck and now bucktommy (and the boys) have consumed my blog and i have zero regrets! i’ve been following more and more 911/buck(tommy) blogs lately to fill my dash with goodness and it’s so nice to hear you see mine in such a positive light bc that's how i feel about yours! i love finding blogs run by wonderful people like yourself, it just makes the fandom experience so much more enjoyable. i mean, i’m new here, but you guys are so lovely and insightful and fun and i am having thee best time! 🥳 🚒

PLEASE CONTINUE TO GO INSANE IN YOUR TAGS!!! (i think i have 2 or 3 posts -so far- where i've added your tags bc they are *chef's kiss!*) 🤩🖱️💞

seems that way, ha! i am so down for all your headcanons commentary, and the moodboards are such a treat btw! 😍🤠

this was such a lovely surprise in my inbox. i love your blog, love your vibe, and look forward to continue going insane over these boys and this show with you!! 😘💌

#asks #whollyjoly #😩💖💌😚#911 abc

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houseoflibra-if · 3 months

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Hiiii I'm so sorry please don't panic BUT... I'M SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS PAGE!

I read through the description so calmly... and as I giggled at the smart quips and extra commentary I was like "oh you are funny!!"

And then I started reading the RO descriptions and saw the art and thropes... I kinda spun out of control into a teenage panicked glee the kind that has you kicking up your feet and screaming into a pillow upon seeing a post from your favorite kpop idol (dont yall fucking judge me shut up) 🤣

But no... come.the.fuck.on!! This is so goddamn cool! The premise is AWESOME and I love how the ROs are probably gonna make my poor MC work for scraps of affection and how i love to torture myself. Especially that angsty route...noo...but yes...but no! But I'm probably gonna do it 😭

I profusely apologize for my ramble. Like I said not normal about this. I haven't been this excited about an upcoming project lately other than Vanguard and Jaye is an adorable bean of an author who had an amazing demo. And this is giving me similar vibes.

No pressure. New writers get all my love. I just am insanely super fan nr1 rn.. good luck getting rid of me stalking all your posts 👀♥️

I hope you know how much I absolutely adore you, sweetie! ❤

I'm glad you're having a blast with my writings, it really touches my heart to know that there are people that enjoy the same things I do. :)

I had some issues with my writing at first, figuring that it was somewhat cringy?? It's nice to see someone so enthusiastic about it tbh. Truly, thank you.

I hope you're ready for the romance options... Angst is available with everyone, the only difference is how cruel I'll decide to be 😉

Anyways, thank you for being understanding about me being a new writer... I tend to babble at times so I hope you won't get sick of my long ass posts haha.

#interactive fiction #twine game #House of Libra resurgemus #twine if #interactive novel

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yuki-the-master-of-demons · 3 years

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A request

An male mc fly kicking Diavolo in the face and making Diavolo fall backwards, because Satan said mc didn't have the guts. And in front of everyone.

I honestly wasn't sure how to tackle this at first. Randomly assaulting Diavolo would probably be considered an act of treason even if a weak human did it. So I sat on this for a hot second until I thought "What if Diavolo was in on it?" Idk if this is what you wanted, but this is the way it makes sense to me. Writing the reactions for the brothers

The Setup:

MC was always up for a challenge, especially if it completing it meant proving someone wrong. Now MC will admit they aren't a fan of Lucifer's lectures and punishments, so they try to keep a good rapport with the eldest. Though this doesn't mean they aren't invited into the Anti-Lucifer league, but it does mean Satan and Belphie give MC shit for it sometimes. That is, until Satan says something that activates something in MC. "You don't have the guts, do you?"

That's it. Time to prove Satan wrong, and pull the prank of the century. Still, they don't want to be strung up and dangling from the ceiling anytime soon. That's when MC remembered there's someone that Lucifer wouldn't dare punish, Lord Diavolo. Get him involved and Lucifer will at most give MC a slap on the wrist.

"Hey, Dia!" MC waves at the prince as they pass each other in one of RAD's hallway. "I have a favor to ask of you, but it's gonna be fun, so you better say yes."

"Oh?" Diavolo chuckles. "Well, you certainly have my attention."

That's when MC leans in and whispers the plan to Diavolo, and the demon lights up. This will definitely be entertaining. The Demon Brothers weren't all that pleased during the council meeting when Diavolo invited them to have dinner at his castle the next evening (though Lucifer was not showing it, and Beel was actually excited to eat Barbatos's cooking.) "At least MC was invited too." Many of the brothers thought.

Everything seems normal at first, Barbatos greeting them and then heading to the kitchen while Diavolo stayed with them to converse. That's until MC run right at Diavolo, leaps, and both of their feet hit directly on Diavolo's chest, sending the demon price flying backwards. All of the brothers stare silently in shock.

Lucifer:

It takes him longer to snap out of his shock than he'd like to admit. Once he takes in what just happened, he's in his demon form and glaring down at MC while the human looks back up at him with a sly smirk. He's thinking of exactly how he will punish MC as he grabs them by the collar of their shirt, lifting them off the ground. Lucifer is about to yell at them when he hears Diavolo laughing.

"You should have seen your face!" Diavolo gives a full hearted laugh. "I don't think I ever saw your eyes get so wide before!"

Once Lucifer realizes that it was a prank and that Diavolo was in on it, he'll set MC down with a deep sigh. He will be civil during dinner but he is still glaring at both MC and Diavalo. Diavolo may have ordered Lucifer to not punish MC, but Lucifer will make their life a bit harder for a time, giving more tasks and assigning more chores and the like.

Mammon:

His jaw is on the floor. The human just fucking LAUNCHED Diavolo across the room. How? FUCKING HOW?! He doesn't know if he should be impressed or terrified, but the look Lucifer is giving MC got Mammon ready to flee. When he hears Diavolo walk back over, laughing, as he explains he was on on it, Mammon tries not to burst into a fit of laughter. Only the human could get Diavolo to help them prank Lucifer and get away with it. A stern glare from Lucifer shuts Mammon up, but the second born is struggling to keep himself from giggling. He definitely asks for Levi's recording.

Levi:

MC got Levi to look up from his D.D.D. voluntarily. That is a feat in itself. As soon as he sees Diavolo flying, Levi is recording. It's already on DevilTube and it's spreading like wildfire and the number of views is climbing quickly. This reminds him of one of the anime he saw recently, and he's saying "LOL" as Lucifer realizes that it was a prank. Lucifer forces him to take down the video, but the video lives on because people took it and shared it for their own views. MC is famous and Levi is so down for recording whatever Yuki is planning next.

Satan:

When MC told him they were going to be the one prank Lucifer for once, this is was not what he was expecting. He will admit he is impressed though. Getting Lord Diavolo to assist in a prank? Satan definitely got some pictures of a surprised Lucifer he's saving for future pranks. MC was at first just an honorary member of the Anti-Lucifer League, but now they're a full fledged member. Not only did MC successfully prank Lucifer, they found a way to do it with a miminal punishment. Satan is impressed.

Asmo:

Gasps when he sees Diavolo flying. He pulls out his D.D.D. to record, but he's recording his reaction and commentary more than the event itself. He's livestreaming the entire time. He goes from him freaking out about seeing MC send Diavolo flying and then proceeds to giggle as he finds out the prank MC got Diavolo to assist with. Asmo did flip the camera at one point to get a good shot of Lucifer holding MC by the collar. Ot was quite the steamy image and Asmo wanted a reminder for later.

Beel:

Confused baby is confused, pausing mid chew. MC just sent a demon almost twice their size across the room. When did MC get so strong? What did Diavolo do to anger MC so much that MC would full on kick him in the chest? Beel is more worried than anything, especially when he sees Lucifer giving MC a death glare. When Diavolo comes back unharmed and reveals it was a prank, Beel sighs in relief and continues to stuff his face with snacks.

Belphie:

Belphie's eyes go wide when he sees Diavolo fly. He is cackling at the sight. A weak little human somehow sent the demon prince fucking flying across the room and Lucifer is in full WTF mode, which isn't a sight people often get to see. While he is a bit disappointed when Diavolo comes back admitting he's in in the prank, Belphie is also impressed that MC had the gall to get the prince to prank Lucifer.

#obey me x reader #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me reader insert #obey me reactions #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphegor x reader #obey me belphie x reader

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giggles-and-tiggles · 3 years

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We’ll Find That Smile

Thank you so much for this kind message! People probably aren’t sending in many things because of the fact that I just started this blog, or they just simply don’t know that my prompts are open lol. But THANK YOU! This prompt was amazing and I was honestly so excited to write for it. Thanks for your inspiration! I couldn't sleep and felt the need to post this at 3 am.

PLATONIC Avengers x Reader

Summary: You had a hard day at school, but when you get home, you see that the Avengers will always have a way to get you smiling again.

Word Count: 1,777

<3 Reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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It was a rather calm Thursday afternoon. You had just gotten out of school and were entering the Avengers compound. You were walking in all by yourself because you had declined Happy’s offer to drive you home. So he and Peter got home way before you did. You just needed time to yourself and you figured that walking home was the best way to do it.

Your day at school wasn’t the best. You couldn’t get any of your assignments correct, you kept messing up your locker combination, you dropped all of your belongings in the middle of the hallway, all of your mechanical pencils never had led in them, and you wet your sleeves when you were washing your hands. Your mind was just in a completely different place and everything just went wrong.

Soon enough, you reached the living room where everyone seemed to be hanging out. They all looked up from what they were doing to see you walk through the door. You’ve spent a lot of time with the Avengers, so they could tell just by the look on your face and your general posture that something was wrong.

“Hey hun.” Wanda greeted. “Everything alright?” You didn’t really want to tell the Avengers what was wrong. You felt like you were upset for a stupid reason, and you would just waste their time explaining.

“Yeah everything’s fine!” You said, trying to hurry to the stairs so you could get to your room as fast as possible. Tony then stood in front of you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“You didn’t want to ride home with Happy and Peter.” He said. “Any particular reason why?”

You just looked down at your shoes. “Uhm no. I just wanted alone time. Y’know just me and my thoughts.”

Tony stared at you in disbelief. He wasn’t buying a single word that was slipping out of your mouth. “Alright fine. But before you head up to your room, do you think I could get a famous Y/N smile?” Damn. Tony was onto you.

You slowly picked your head up to look at him and slightly twitched the corner or your lip upwards.

“Ha! That was the worst smile I’ve ever seen! I knew something was wrong.” Tony exclaimed. “Spill it kid, what’s up with you?”

You sighed and looked anywhere, but at Tony. “It’s nothing important. You don’t need to worry about it.” You tried to walk over to the staircase again, but Tony scooped you up and tossed you on the couch in between Steve and Peter.

“I’m fine! Can I please go in my room?” You asked, trying to get up again.

Steve grabbed your shoulder and sat you back down. “I know this is going to sound really cliché, but you know you can tell us anything, right?” Steve stared into your eyes with nothing but love and kindness. “No matter how stupid you think the reason may be, we still care.”

“You’ve been acting differently all day, Y/N.” Peter said, trying to get you to look at him. “I wanna help you.”

“I say we just hang her upside down until she tells us what’s been bugging her.” Clinton joked. There were some collective giggling after Barton’s comment.

“I second Barton’s idea!” Bucky chimed. A joke like that usually would’ve made you laugh, but right now you couldn’t even work up a proper smile.

“Y/N doesn’t seem to be very pleased with your commentary right now, guys.” Natasha said with a smile, looking you dead in the eye.

“N-No it’s fine.” You spoke. “It’s funny.”

Peter blinked at you in confusion. “So then why aren’t you laughing?”

You simply shrugged. “I just don’t feel like it right now.”

“You don’t...feel like laughing?” Peter repeated.

You nodded. “Damn. That’s the saddest shit I’ve heard all day..” Barton was quickly silenced by a smack behind the head by Natasha.

“How about a nice smile?” Steve said, nudging your shoulder and giving you a smile of his own. You really tried, but you just ended up pressing your lips together. It looked nothing like a smile.

“I take back what I said before.” Tony said, taking a seat in front of you. “That was the worst smile I’ve ever seen.”

“Sorry. I just can’t...right now.” You sighed.

“Well that’s alright, hun. We’ll help you.” Natasha said, making her way over to you and taking a seat next to Tony. “Anyone got any jokes or something?”

“Yeah, I have one!” Peter chimed. You gave your attention to Peter and waited for his joke. “What do you call a pig that does karate?”

“What do you call it, Pete?” Tony sighed, knowing that this joke was going to be bad.

“A porkchop!”

Silence rang throughout the entire living room.

“Aha! I get it!” Steve laughed, “Why aren’t we laughing? It was funny!” He looked around, hoping for someone to agree with him. “What? Do you guys not get it or something? It’s because it’s a pig that-”

“No, Steve.” Natasha said, placing a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “We get it, it’s just that the joke was so horrible, no one found it funny.”

“Well how could you not find it funny? It was clearly-”

“Rogers. The joke was corny. End of conversation.” Tony stated.

“How was the joke corny? It got straight to the point, it made sense-”

“It was bad, Steve! It was a dad joke!”

You watched the two quarrel over something as silly as a joke Peter made. It was amusing to you. You didn’t even notice the smile that sprouted on your face.

“Hey, well you would look at that.” Peter smiled, looking at you. “Is that a smile I see, Y/N?” Tony and Steve stopped their bickering to look at your face.

“Huh, I think it is.” Tony said, adjusting his glasses and squinting his eyes. That only made you smile harder.

“Now can we get a laugh?” Steve asked, poking your side, causing you to jerk violently and bump into Peter’s shoulder. Everyone’s eyes widened in realization, and evil smirks soon took over their faces.

“I think I have an idea on how to get Y/N laughing.” Steve grinned. “Hey, Buck help me hold her down, would ya?” Bucky quickly got up from his chair and made his way over to you.

You felt your heart sink. They were going to tickle you to pieces. No doubt about it.

“No! Wait guys, dohohon’t!” You said, already giggling nervously.

“You don’t even know what we’re going to do yet.” Bucky smiled, lightly pushing you on your back and getting a hold on your right arm while Steve got a hold on your left one.

“NONONO! Let mehe goho! Plehease don’t tickle me!” You begged.

“Ah, so you do know what we’re going to do.” Tony grinned, cracking his knuckles and wiggling his fingers in front of you. “Pete, wanna get her armpits while I get her ribs?” A wide smile took over Peter’s face as he made his way over to your head and placed his hands right in front of your armpits, just to taunt you.

“Noho! Get away from me! Lehehet mehehe up!” You struggled, trying your best to get out of Steve and Bucky’s grip. Obviously, it didn’t work.

“Not until we see that smile.” Natasha said, hovering her hands over you thighs.

“Alright guys, tickle her in …3″

“NOHO!”

“2″

“STOHOP!”

“1.”

“TONY I SW - EHEHEHEHAHAHAHAH!”

You screamed at the top of your lungs. Peter had dug into your armpits, Tony started vibrating all ten of his finger son your ribs, and Natasha started squeezing the insides of your thighs. Hysterical laughter was instantly ripped out of your chest and you had the biggest goofy smile on your face.

“Awhh. There it is~” Peter cooed.

“That’s the smile we wanted! Keep it up, Y/N!” Steve teased.

“IHIHIHIHI DOHOHON’T HAHAHAVE A CHOHOHOICE!” You squealed.

“Well, at least you know.” Tony smirked.

You jerked left and right, desperately trying to get free. Since no one was holding down your feet, you tried kicking, but now matter what you did, Natasha’s hands were glued to the inside of you thighs.

“Wanna tell us why you were feeling down?” Bucky asked.

“NOHOHOHOHO! IHIHIHIHIT’S STUHUHUHUHUHUPID!”

“Wow you asked for this.” Tony said, blowing a long raspberry on your tummy.

You tossed your head back and screamed, giving Steve and Bucky a perfect view of your smile.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOP!”

“Tell us what’s been bugging you and we may consider stopping.” Tony said.

“IHIHIHIHI TOHOHOHOHOHOLD YOHOHOHO IHIHIHIT DOHOHOESN’T MAHAHATTER!”

“Alright well, there’s more where that came from.” Tony said, blowing another raspberry right above your belly button. You shrieked and threw your head back once again.

“We’ve already discussed that nothing you say will be stupid.” Steve reassured in a caring tone.

“OHOHOHOHOKAY! LEHEHEHET MEHEHEH GOHOHOHO AHAHAHAND IHIHIHI’LL TEHEHELL YOHOHOU!” You begged, not knowing how much more of this you could take.

“Absolutely not. We still want that smile.” Tony grinned.

“BUHUHUHUT YOHOHOU SAHAHAHID IHIHIF IHIHI TOHOHOLD YOHOHOU, YOHOHOU WOHOHOULD LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO!”

“I did not say that. I said that I would consider stopping.” Tony corrected.

“I didn’t get to see your smile all day, Y/N!” Peter said down at your hysterical state. “Why would we stop so soon?”

“BEHEHECUASE IHIHI CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE AHAHANY MOHOHORE!”

“You can do whatever you set your mind to, Y/N!” Natasha teased.

“IHIHIHIHIH’M GOHOHOHNNA DIHIHIE!”

“Oh don’t be such a drama queen. We’d never kill you.” Tony said.

These guys really weren’t giving you any mercy. Tears started welling up in your eyes from laughing too hard and your chest started to burn. Your laughter went completely silent and everyone stilled their fingers. Bucky and Steve let you go, and watched you trying to catch up with your breath.

“Yohohou guhuhys are are mean.” You giggled, wiping the tears from your eyes.

Steve chuckled as he sat down next to you. “You ready to tell us now?”

“My mind was just in a different place today. I didn’t feel like myself. Everything I did just went wrong.” You sighed.

They all look at you with love and compassion. “It’s alright, kiddo. We all have those kinds of days.” Tony said, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

“You guys wanna turn on a movie or something?” Bucky asked.

“Sure, Barnes.” Tony agreed.

“You down to watch a movie, Y/N/N?” Natasha asked.

“Mhm. I’m feeling a lot better.” You smiled. You got all snuggled up with the Avengers and this day really made you realize how grateful you were to have them.

Even if they tickled you to bits sometimes.

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beauvibaby · 3 years

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figure it out – f.andersen

summary: Freddie andersen falls for his sons nanny or his sons nanny falls for him

warnings: brief smut towards the end, oh and I didn’t proofread this 😅

You stepped out of the car with a nervous smile, you could spot the tall guy with the red hair a mile away, his back was towards you as he pushed his son on the swing.

“He’s a great guy, you’ll get along great, his son is the sweetest.” Your friends words rang through your mind as you smoothed out your blouse, “Mr. Andersen?” You called softly as you approached the swing set, he glanced over his shoulder as he caught his sons swing, the three year old turned to look as well, a smile forming on his face. “Y/N?” Freddie spoke, helping his son hop down. “The one and only.” You laughed, squatting to the little boys height, “I’ve been told that your name is, oh let me think.” You teased, rubbing your chin in thought, the boy giggled at you, hugging the side of his fathers leg, “is your name, Joseph?” You concluded, watching him nod brightly. “Joey.” He mumbled, cheeks flushing pink as his dad ruffled his hair. You held your hand out for the young boy, “my name is Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you, Joey.” You watched as he hesitantly grabbed your hand, giving it a small shake.

“Call me Freddie.” His dad spoke as you stood to your full height, “go play while Miss Y/N and I talk, ok?” Freddie spoke to his son who bounded off to the playground where other kids were playing. You sat down across from him at one of the tables, and your friend was right, she was so right. You and Freddie got along very well, which is so important as a nanny, you need to feel comfortable and be able to talk to the parents you work with. He hired you on the spot, anxious to have you start, the season was just about to kick off, and so he wanted to have you on for a few weeks before he had to start traveling. This was what you did full time, so your schedule was fully open, and of course he told you if you ever felt like it was too much or you needed days off, to tell him, you assured him you would be fine.

It was a few days later when you went to his home,Joey was at preschool, needing to be picked up soon and you were going to go with Freddie so you could be added to the list of people allowed to pick up his son. First though, he showed you around the house, where everything was, what Joey normally liked to do, and eat, assuring you that you were welcome to anything you’d like as well, which everyone always said but you never indulged in. “The pool, he loves to go swimming, but he’s not good at it, but I’m fine with you taking him if you don’t mind going in with him.” Freddie explained as he stepped out onto the patio, his condo overlooking the complex pool. You nodded with a smile, “I think I could handle that.” You laughed breathily as Freddie glanced over at you. “I’ve got an extra car seat, I can put it in for you if you’d like.” He spoke on his way out, knowing you needed one for picking up and driving Joey. “Oh, that would be great, please.” You answered softly, he nodded, grabbing it out of the closet before following you down to your car.

He quickly installed it and you followed him to the school, “Joey is really excited to see you, he didn’t stop talking about you.” Freddie admitted as he opened the door for you, a small thank you fell from your lips, “that’s sweet, I’m excited to see him.” You grinned, it was quite simple to add you to the list, and then you were off to his classroom, following behind Freddie as he knew his way around the school, it was relatively small, so you knew it wouldn’t be too bad once you got used to it.

“Joey, your dads here.” You heard an older woman speak from inside, you stepped up beside Freddie watching Joey look over and see you both standing there. Joey grabbed his bag and ran over, squeezing his fathers legs as the teacher smiled at you, you took the moment to introduce yourself, telling her you’d be taking care of Joey when Freddie was working, so she’d be seeing more of you. You went your separate ways as Joey tugged on your hand, insisting he tell you about his day as you walked alongside him and his dad. You listened intently, throwing in commentary whenever it was required, getting giggles from the young boy who looked much like his father, except slightly lighter hair, strawberry blonde you could say.

“Alright, Joey. I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m going to pick you up while your dad works, alright?” You spoke to him, he nodded with bright eyes, climbing into his seat in his dads car. “Bye, Y/N.” Freddie smiled as you began walking to your car, “bye!” You called giddily, excited for your first real day with them, it had been hard when you had to move on from the last family you watched, but this made it exciting all over again.

***

“Alright, Joey, what should we do first?” You asked the four year old as you slipped off his and yours shoes by the front door, “can I have a snack?” He asked with a tilt of his head. “Of course!” You smiled down at him, giggling as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the kitchen, as if you didn’t know where it was, you let him have the moment. “Goldfish?” He asked hopefully, you nodded and pulled them out for him, tearing the top open on the snack size bag. “Thank you.” He skipped his way to the living room with his bag, Freddie told you he was pretty relaxed about tv time, considering Joey wasn’t very interested in it, mostly watching an episode or two of one of his kid shows before being too antsy to sit still. “What’s your favorite color?” He asked, sitting directly beside you on the couch. “Purple, yours?” You responded, shifting to be facing him, “green!” He answered with a goldfish in his mouth. “I’m sure your dad has told you not to talk with your mouth full.” You teased him, he nodded with wide eyes, covering his mouth with his hand as he murmured an apology. “It’s ok, bud.” You pushed his floppy hair back.

He subconsciously leaned into your hand, and you often wondered if he’s ever had a stable woman figure in his life. Freddie very briefly mentioned his mother, only saying that they don’t speak of her, especially around Joey. “Don’t eat too much, your dad should be home in time for you to have dinner with him.” You reminded the young boy as he continued to munch on the cracker snacks. “Ok, I’m done.” He announced, climbing off the couch and going to put his bag in the trash, you held in a giggle at the way he was so confident in it, it was purely adorable. “Do you want to color?” You offered to him as he came over and stared blankly at you. “Yeah.” He jumped up and down. “Come on miss Y/N.” He cheered, rushing down the hall to his room. You came to the conclusion that he would keep you on your toes, in the best possible way. You spent the rest of the day doing small activities, coloring, playing with building blocks, all the way down to Joey falling asleep curled into your side when Freddie walked in from a late afternoon practice. You shushed him immediately, watching his eyebrows raise as he stepped in closer to see his son asleep under your arm.

“Was he good?” Freddie whispered, squatting in front of the couch, pushing a hand through his sons hair. “So good, he’s an easy kid.” You responded, watching Joey whine and lean away from his dads touch, not really aware of who it was. “Joey, you gotta get up otherwise you won’t sleep tonight.” Freddie explained, running his thumb over his sons chubby cheek. The boy huffed, fluttering his eyes open, reaching for his dad who only grinned, welcoming him with open arms. “Did you have fun with Miss Y/N?” He asked Joey, that seemed to wake the boy up, “yes! She’s so much fun.” He wiggled in his dad's arms, “I have to show you something.” Freddie laughed at Joey’s demand, setting him down and watching him run off. You stood, beginning to gather your things, “tomorrow I have to leave a little earlier than I thought, can you do dinner for him?” Freddie hated to begin placing you under his ever changing schedule, but you knew it was part of the job, you understood what he did, and you knew it required you to be understanding with his schedule. “Of course.” You assured him, looking over as you hear Joey running back over. He showed his dad the drawing you two had done together. “For you.” He spoke to Freddie, giving him the paper.

You made sure you had all your things as they had their little moment.

***

The next few months went on like this, the three of you growing closer, becoming very comfortable with each other, you and Freddie speaking easily, whether it directly related to Joey or not, never inappropriate, he would just tell you something that happened on his road trip, little things.

Freddie was on the road when Joey caught a stomach bug at school, you rushed to pick him up, after the school had called you when Freddie hadn’t answered, he called you frantically as you were carrying Joey through the front door. “It’s alright, I got him.” You assured the frantic father, he started to say he could come home and you instantly gasped. “No! You guys are playing great, I can handle a stomach bug, he’ll be one hundred percent better when you get home.” You assured him, letting him talk to Joey who was half asleep in your arms after throwing up as soon as he had gotten out of your car. The rest of that night was spent with a mini trash can at your feet as Joey was clingy and sticky from sweating, you kissed his warm forehead, shushing him as he sniffled, complaining of his throat burning. “I know bud, come on, let’s get you some water and then try to get some sleep.” You soothed him, carefully standing with him hugging you tightly. “I’m hungry.” He curled into himself as you set him on the counter so you could grab some water for his cup. “Did you want to have some toast? That’ll make your tummy feel better.” You offered to him, he gave you a weak nod as his clammy skin sat against the cool marble countertops.

Eventually he went to bed, feeling a little better, but you left him shirtless, and turned his fan up a speed as he was still running pretty warm, and left his door and yours open so you could hear him better if he woke in the middle of the night, which he did. Emptying his stomach before he could even process what happened, one cleanup later, he was laying beside you in the guest room, the poor boy too nervous to sleep on his own after that. You tossed and turned most of the night as he finally slept, feeling the nausea begin to hit you.

You were able to keep it at bay until the morning, when you woke up to sprint to the bathroom, cringing as you woke Joey in the process. He stayed in the bed, looking towards the bathroom in concern. “Miss Y/N.” He called softly, his feet hitting the floor as he slid off the bed, “I’m fine bub, I’ll be out in a minute.” You spoke as you finally caught your breath, he peeked his head in, frowning as he saw you hunched down over the toilet. He tiptoed in and placed his hand on his back, rubbing it like you had been doing to him the night before. “Oh,” you gasped softly, quickly flushing the toilet and standing up, “are you sick?” He asked with a pout, following you to the sink where you brushed your teeth as the tiredness sat in. “No, no, I’m fine.” You assured him, fake it until you make it right?

You were proved so wrong as the day went on and Joey got his energy back, of course it was a Saturday so he didn’t have school, so he was bouncing off the walls all day while you tried to keep up, telling yourself that Freddie would be back this evening and you’d be able to go home and rest in your own home, not having to worry about a child walking in on you puking. “Miss Y/N got sick from me daddy.” Joey cried to his father as he came in, you’d unknowingly fallen asleep on the couch, but shooting awake when you heard the strangled cry from Joey. “Joey! Joey.” You gasped eyes darting around the room, guilt immediately hitting you when you saw him crying into Freddie’s shoulder as the ginger haired man looked at you in concern. Your heart broke as Joey cried, apologizing for getting you sick. “Oh no, honey.” You cooed, walking over to him, swallowing down your upset stomach, though you were certain by now there was nothing left in it. “It’s alright, I took care of you knowing I could get sick, and I did that because I really really care about you.” You explained to him, placing a hand on his back so he would lift his head from Freddie’s shoulder. “Ok.” He sniffled, “I love you.” The small boy whispered with a sheepish smile, Freddie froze, glancing at his son in shock, “I love you too bud.” You smiled at him, easing Freddie’s worries that it would scare you off. It was common for kids to say that, especially when they spent so much time with someone.

“Are you sure you’re ok to drive home?” Freddie asked as you grabbed your things, you nodded weakly, shooting him a smile, he mirrored it wearily. “Be careful.” He bid you a goodbye, telling you to take the next couple of days to recoup, he only had one practice, and he said he would figure something out with Joey.

When you got home you crashed immediately, but you’d find yourself waking up the next morning to a text from Freddie questioning if you got home safely.

***

A few more weeks had passed, and tonight you were taking Joey to a Leafs game, per his request and Freddie’s agreement. You were both excited, and Freddie would be lying if he said he didn’t find the excitement adorable. He found himself gifting you with a leafs jersey, a plain jersey, despite how badly he was itching to see you in his number. He felt wrong to feel the way he did for you, you were his sons nanny, it was cliche and all the things he never wanted to happen. But he couldn’t help it, you were so incredibly beautiful in his eyes, and the fact that Joey loved you and loved being around you, only made him fall farther and faster. He could see a life with you, with the three of you all together, but he couldn’t say that, he couldn’t risk scaring you off and making his son upset– Joey came before everything, even if it meant he had to hide his feelings for you.

“Woo!” You cheered as the teams skated out for the final period, the leafs up by three, Joey was jumping excitedly beside you, clapping and shouting as his dad waved in the direction of your seats. It warmed your heart as you hoisted him up to your hip so he could see better. They went on to win the game, Freddie nearly getting a shutout, but a puck slipped passed him at the last second. You and Joey were cheering louder than everyone else, or so it seemed to you as you let the young boy bang his hand on the glass, Auston came by, smiling brightly at you, having never properly met you, but he knew oh so much about you.

You did as Freddie said and told the security guard your name and pulled Joey along to the hallway outside the locker rooms. The two of you sitting slumped against the wall as you waited what felt like an eternity for them to start emerging, Auston, one of the few you felt like you knew fairly well from Freddie’s stories, was first, coming over and introducing himself as Joey jumped into his “uncles” arms. You smiled at the sight, “oh, so he did chicken out, got you a plain jersey.” Auston spoke up, your cheeks burned with heat, “what?” You asked softly, Freddie saw the two of you talking and began to panic and started speed walking over, Auston went to speak but Joey shouted for his dad and it distracted him. “Hey buddy.” Freddie grinned, hugging his son tightly, smiling over at you. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N.” Auston mumbled, smiling slyly as he backed away, leaving the three of you alone. “Good game.” You smiled up at him, Joey kissing his dad's cheek with a grin, his jersey cuffed so his hands were free. “Thank you.” Freddie answered, something a little different in his smile, you took notice of that as you checked the time. “You should head out, don’t you have that thing with your mom tomorrow?” Freddie spoke up, sending your heart into a flutter. You did a double take, hardly even remembering how you’d mentioned that to him earlier in the week, making sure you’d have the day off. “I-uh, yeah, I do. You remembered?” You couldn’t help but let the words fall past your lips as Joey started drifting off with his head on Freddie’s shoulder.

“Of course I did.” He admitted, with a pink tint to his cheeks as he adjusted his arms around Joey. “Thank you, goodnight Freddie, goodnight, J.” You whispered to the half asleep boy, he smiled nuzzling his head closer to his dad, giving you a sleepy wave. “Goodnight, Y/N.” Freddie responded as you started walking off.

You told yourself it was nothing on the drive home, that he was just being polite, that his smile wasn't different even though it definitely was.

***

Auston stared at his older friend incredulously, “it’s family skate!” Freddie protested, Auston raised his eyebrows, “so? She’s family by now isn’t she? Even if you didn’t feel like this for her she’s basically another parent to Joey.” He pointed out, watching the ginger shake his head with a groan. “What if she thinks it’s weird?” Freddie questioned, once again Auston sighed, shaking his head. “Believe, I’m pretty sure she feels the same way for you. She definitely won’t make a move because if she does she’s the one who could lose her job.” Auston reminded him before changing the subject, no longer wanting to argue with the stubborn man.

***

“I don’t know how to skate.” You blurted at the last second, Freddie and Joey looking at you shocked, he’d asked you to go to the family skate with him and Joey, your heart skipped a beat and you said yes, thinking maybe you could teach yourself before then but you hadn’t had the chance. “You don’t know how to skate.” Freddie repeated, nodding his head slowly, “guess we’ll have to teach you.” He added, smiling at Joey who was nodding eagerly. You hesitantly agreed, worried you’d end up with a broken bone. Freddie brushed off your concerns as he told you how to properly tighten your skates as he adjusted Joey’s, letting Auston whisk him off with his sisters who were just as excited to see the little boy. That left you and Freddie alone. “Where’s my teacher?” You joked, looking for Joey, Freddie mocked offense, “he had other clients, I guess I’ll have to suffice.” He offered you a hand to get up from the bench, “thanks.” You whispered, carefully following him the few steps over to the ice. You grimaced as he easily moved around, waiting for you to set the bladed shoe down on it. You did so and immediately tensed up, feeling a little nervous at how slippery it felt beneath you. “Here.” Freddie gave you his hands once again.

You knew deep down it was more than being friendly, but again you kept telling yourself it was just him being nice. Setting a good example for his son, despite him being nowhere near the two of you. “Oh god.” You yelped, squeezing his hands a little tighter as he slowly tugged you along, directing you on how to move your feet. You tried following his instructions, but you were never the most coordinated, “Y/N.” He laughed heartily, a sound you didn’t know you loved until right now. “I’m not going to let you-“ he stopped as you nearly fell but he quickly shot his hands around your waist to grab you, “fall.” He mumbled, nose nearly touching yours. It felt like a moment out of a movie as you looked into his eyes, your heart beating so fast you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it. “Freddie.” You whispered, neither of you daring to pull away, he stayed silent, you could practically see the wheels turning in his head. “Freddie, people are staring.” You whispered again, he nodded, clearing his throat as he put more space between you. “You good?” He asked, skating towards the exit, he helped you over to the bench once you assured him you were fine. “I need a second, can you just keep an eye on Joey.” He didn’t give you a chance to answer before he was easily walking off in the skates, you took notice of Mitch and Auston quickly going to find him.

Your eyes went wide as you heard a familiar cry, you rushed to your feet having already taken the skates off, you looked around in a panic for Joey, trying to follow the noise, of course it was coming from the ice. Thankfully one of Auston’s sisters was skating over to you with Joey, “he fell and hit his head, I’m sure he’s fine, just a little shaken up.” She explained to you, as Joey was placed into your arms crying. You nodded as he squeezed you, silently telling her it was fine as you turned to tend to the boy, you kneeled in front of him, setting him on the bench. “Hey, you’re ok, bud, you’re tough.” You soothed him, seeing the red patch on his skin where he fell, nothing worse than he could’ve done on the hardwoods at home. “It hurts.” He sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “I know, but you took it like a champ.” You assured him, wiping the last of his tears away as Freddie started speed walking over. “Ok.” He mumbled, looking down at his skates, “do you want to take a break?” Freddie asked softly, Joey nodding sheepishly. You loosened his laces and pulled the skates off, he mumbled a thank you before making grabby hands at his dad.

You tried to brush off the awkward silence between you and Freddie, Joey whispered something to Freddie who nodded, setting him down and letting him run off to the food court where Mitch and Steph were. “Y/N, can we talk?” Freddie asked, watching as you nodded slowly, hesitantly. “Did I do something wrong?” You asked instantly, he went wide eyed, “no, no of course not.” He rushed, “I just-on the ice I, ugh, I wanted to kiss you.” He mumbled, not looking over at you as his cheeks burned red. You held in a noise of shock, “why didn’t you?” You questioned, his head snapped up, his brown eyes searching your face for the disappointment that he so clearly heard in your voice. “Because, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You took a leap of faith as you stepped towards him, tipping your head back to look up at him, “you won’t make me uncomfortable.” You assured him. He didn’t hesitate to cup your face and press his lips to yours, he kept it short and sweet, but just enough. He smiled as he pulled away, your eyes stayed shut for a moment as you took in the sensation. Neither of you said anything, it kind of went unspoken as he grabbed your hand, pulling you over to the ice. “Skate with me?” He asked, giving you a smile that warmed your heart. “Only if you don’t let me fall.” You giggled, stepping into the ice with more confidence this time around. “You know I won’t.” He stayed alongside you, squeezing your hand every once in a while as you skated in a few circles around the rink.

Joey was sleeping peacefully in his room, oblivious to the conversation you and Freddie were having in the living room. “Why does this mean for us?” You asked softly, hugging your knees to your chest, looking over at Freddie, unsure of what this new step would mean for you both. “I like you, quite a lot, and I think you feel the same.” He trailed off, stretching his legs out in front of him, slouching slightly against the couch. “I do.” You agreed with him, smiling as he laid his hand on the couch, palm up. You reached over and laced your fingers together, “so that means we figure it out.” He mumbled happily. “Figure it out.” You confirmed.

***

And that’s what you guys have been doing, a little over a month has passed, you were taking it slow, but yet at the same time as you were so intertwined in their life’s, it felt like you’d skipped straight to the good part, being active in Joey’s life, and being the woman that Freddie wanted to come straight home too. He’d offered to find someone else to watch Joey, not wanting you to feel odd about still technically being paid to take care of him, but you loved Joey too much, it didn’t bother you so it didn’t bother Freddie.

“When will daddy be home?” Joey asked sleepily as you closed the book, having just read to him for half an hour as he kept requesting another story. “He’ll be home really late, bub, but he’ll be here when you wake up in the morning, promise.” You assured him as he looked up at you with sleepy eyes, his arm clutched around the teddy bear he adored. “Goodnight, mommy.” He murmured, eyes already falling shut, you held in a sharp breath, unsure on what to say, or what to do. “Goodnight.” You whispered as you tiptoed out of the room, your heart slamming against your chest as you shut his door. Your hands shook as you ran a hand over your face, sighing deeply as you trudged to the kitchen to clean up the mess from dinner, making a plate for Freddie and putting it in the fridge, he’d be home in a couple of hours, and the plate in the fridge had became a tradition of yours long before he confessed his feelings. Your phone started vibrating in your pocket as you washed the dishes, you quickly dried off your hand and answered the phone, putting it on speaker as you continued. “Hey.” You spoke nervously, “hey, everything ok?” Freddie asked instantly, hearing the nervousness in your voice. “Yeah, yes.” You mumbled, “babe.” He cautioned, already tired from the difficult game he had just played and lost, his heart heavy in his chest, wanting to come home two his favorite people. Their playoff spot is now gone, “Joey called me mommy.” You blurted, the line falling silent on both ends as the only noise heard was the water running in the sink.

“Freddie?” You questioned, he cleared his throat, “I’m sorry, I’ll talk to him about that.” He muttered, “no, it’s fine, he was just tired, I’m sure it was nothing.” You rambled, sighing as he gave you a grunt in response. “I’m sorry about the game.” You whispered, he muttered a soft ok. Not speaking after that. You didn’t want to guilt him after all of this, but his reaction was worse than you had expected, and it only made you worry further that this wasn’t at all what he really wanted. “There’s dinner in the fridge, goodnight, Fred.” You muttered, “Y/N.” He started, but then fell silent again, you shook your head to yourself, “goodnight.” He whispered before hanging up.

You climbed into the bed that night with tears in your eyes. Worried about the entire situation, you knew it would be hard, adjusting, it wasn’t the typical relationship, it was more complicated.

Freddie checked on Joey before padding down the hall to see you, it wasn’t odd for him to find you in his room, it’s never been anything more than just sleeping beside each other, and he could tell he’d upset you on the phone, but when he walked into his room and didn’t see you, he panicked for a moment. He cursed to himself as he quickly changed into a pair of sweatpants, now walking to the other side of the house where the guest room was.

He stepped into the room, looking at the way you were asleep with a tissue clutched in your hand, your phone landing beside your head when you’d finally given into the sleep. He took the few steps over to you, carefully placing your phone on the nightstand, pulling the tissue from your grasp, you didn’t stir, surprisingly until he was climbing in behind you. “It’s just me.” He murmured when you inhaled sharply, you stayed silent, relaxing when he placed a hand on your side. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, kissing the back of your shoulder, “I’m sorry too.” You sighed, rolling to your back to look at him. “You didn’t do anything.” He furrowed his eyebrows at you, tucking some hair behind your ear. “For the game, for acting the way I did when you reacted like that.” You explained, leaning into the hand he had on your cheek, “it’s alright.” He lowered his head down to kiss you, it was lazy and sloppy, the both of you feeling a need to be close.

You ran your hand over his chest, lightly pushing him to his back as you followed him, straddling him gently, his hands dipped under your shirt, caressing your bare skin, relishing in the faint moan that fell from your lips as you pulled away to breathe. “We don’t-“ you cut him off, “I want too.” You looked down at him with hooded eyes, he nodded, slowly pushing the hem of your shirt up. He swallowed as he watched you pull it off, letting it fall on the floor beside the bed. “Baby.” His hands slid up your sides, over your chest, his calloused fingers touching every inch of exposed skin. “Freddie.” You hummed, tipping your head back, rolling your hips in response. It wasn’t rushed or urgent, it was slow as you both pushed and pulled on the remaining clothing. Freddie sat up to kiss you, keeping himself steady with one hand as he wrapped his other arm around your back as you sunk down on him. You dug your nails into the back of his shoulder as you had to adjust to him, his lips trailed across your neck, murmuring sweet praises. You began to rock your hips, loving the way Freddie moaned against your shoulder as he kept your bodies close together. “You feel so good.” He praised as you began moving with more speed, between the tiredness and the emotions you’d been feeling, it didn’t take long for that familiar feeling to tighten in your stomach.

Freddie took over, flipping you to your back, moving in and out of you with his own urgency as you clenched around him. Your gasps and moans only fueled him on as he found his own release, “Freddie.” You tilted your head back, cursing softly as he rested half on top of you, catching his breath, you ran a hand through his hair, his lips ghosting across your throat as he worked his way back up to your lips. “I love you.” He murmured, “I should’ve said that before.” He added quickly, releasing how bad it made him look to be saying that in this position. “I love you too.” You sighed, you guys would figure it out, just like you had done so far.

***

Joey tugged on Freddie’s jacket, pulling him away from where the two of you were swaying to the music, you watched Freddie bend down to let Joey speak in his ear, now six years old. Freddie nodded, winking at you as he made his way over to his family, “I want to dance with you, mommy.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, his head resting on your stomach, having just hit a growth spurt, already showing his fathers height, the sight of him hugging you in your white gown, and him in his little suit just warmed your heart. “Of course, baby.” You whispered, placing a hand on his back and one on his arm as he swayed with you.

You figured it out, just like you always did.

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↳PARING: Chris Evans x Black!Reader

↳WARNINGS: fluff, teasing, mild sexual innuendo, grumpy reader

↳WORD COUNT: 1718

↳AUTHOR’S NOTE: One shot based on that lovely IG story of his.

↳BETA: @titty-teetee

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, as you stood in the backyard of your beautiful Sudburry home. Adjusting the navy blue Patriots hoodie, you had stolen from your husband's side of the closet, around your hips, you let out a tired yawn.

Massachuessettes was experiencing its first taste of fall weather, and you gave a slight shiver, feeling the slight breeze of the wind that blew through the fuzzy socks on your feet and travel its way up the thin pair of the leggings you wore.

You were tired, but mostly annoyed that your husband somehow talked you into doing this nonsense in the first place.

Speaking of your husband…

You watched him, half naked, as he made his way over to your pool with Dodger trailing behind him. He was supposed to have been tarping the pool due to the change of the season, like he told you, but plans had changed. Scott, his little brother, who had been staying with the both of you during this pandemic lockdown, challenged your husband’s competitive nature. And your husband was never the one to back down from a challenge.

So, this is why you were here. Chris, your husband, asked if you could film him doing this dumb ass challenge and since you promised to love, honor, and cherish this man til the day you died, you had no choice but to stand out here freezing your ass off.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to complain about it.

“Okay,” you huffed, pulling the hood of his hoodie over your bun of braids, “can we please get this over with? I’m cold, and I gotta feed my baby.” You complained, feeling a shiver go up your spine. The baby you were referring to was yours and Chris’ 2 ½ month old son, Carter.

From beside you, you overheard the sound of your brother in law, Scott, playfully mocking you. Something he always did to tease you. But it was all out of love. Just like the swift kick you gave to the back of his knee, causing him to nearly buckle. He tried to get his revenge, but you quickly hopped out of the way, giggling softly at his frustration.

“Bitch,” Scott spat in a teasing tone.

“Ho,” you tossed back, in the same fashion, while sticking your tongue out his way. Just like the 5 year old you were.

Scott then gave you a look that read oh, you know it, pursing his lips together, and the two of your burst out into a fit of laughter. You always adored the friendship you had with the younger Evans brother.

“So,” you heard Chris clear his voice, “are the two of you done cackling over there?”

You stopped laughing and faced your husband, with a raised brow. “Do you still want me to film this for you?” You threw back, and he just sent a playful glare your way. “That’s what I thought. Now hurry up and do this. I know you wanna post this so all your little thirsty fangirls can get their content.”

“You sound a little jealous, babe.” Chris taunted, hands on his narrow hips.

You scoffed at that absurdity, before raising your left hand, showing off your very personal, very expensive wedding set. “Jealous where, honey? I locked that shit down 5 years ago.”

“I heard that.” You heard Scott’s extra commentary.

Chris just chuckled softly from his spot by the pool.

You didn’t mind the girls, women, and gay men who obsessed over your husband. You actually thought it was cute, but you always didn’t mind taking the time out to tease your husband about it.

Getting the camera ready on his phone, you watched as Chris’ bare feet tiptoed closer to the edge of the pool and set himself up. You pointed the camera in his direction and quickly hit the record button.

A few seconds went by, and Chris looked to be a little hesitant to do this. You could almost see on his face that he was starting to regret taking on Scott’s dare.

“Are you gonna do this or what, sir?” You called out. What little patience you had was starting to grow thin, as it started to grow a little colder. “You know your son is the king of cat naps, and he’ll be up any minute.”

Chris knew that you were fucking with him, like you always did. But he knew that you were also telling the truth. Carter Evans had a severe case of FOMO. He was a nosy little thing, that prevented either of you from practically getting anything done.

“Would you wait a moment, woman? Damn.” Chris growled, rubbing his hands together, looking over his shoulder at the icy cold water behind him.

You didn’t miss the shiver that now went up your husband’s spine. Again, it was cold as hell out here, and Chris was practically wearing nothing except for a pair of plain black swim trunks. His upper body and half of his lower body exposed the chilly air.

The smile that subconsciously graced your lip, eyed the way the muscles constricted, along with the thin layer of hair that covered his chest and rippled torso. Not to forget the ink he wore proudly, including your name perfectly scripted right underneath his left pectoral, just above his heart.

Your husband was a beautiful man.

You quickly shook your head of the dirty thoughts, as you focused your attention back to Chris’ actions. He took a deep breath, raising his thick arms in the air, and before you knew it, he was doing a back hand tuck and landed right into the pool. The large splash caused Dodger to panic, as he scurried around the pool.

When Chris finally broke the surface, less than a second later, he let out a painfully muttered, “fuck, this is cold.”

You stopped recording, the moment your husband pulled himself from the pool. “That felt good, didn’t it?” You teased, glad to not be in his situation right now.

Chris then let out a full body shiver, shaking the excess water from his growing hair. He then threw another glare your way, but this one had a bit more of a predatory look in his eyes. And you knew that look all too well.

You knew the moment Chris started making his way toward you exactly what he was getting ready to do.

You held your hands up, knowing damn well that that wasn’t going to stop him. “Christopher Robert Evans, you better not.”

The smile on his face grew more sinister, the closer he got to you. Your eyes quickly glanced down, immediately noticing the bulge swinging inside the soaking wet shorts that clung to his thighs like a second skin.

You hastily started to walk backwards, ignoring Scott’s laughter. You just wanted to get away from Chris, before he got to you.

“Don’t run from me, woman.” Chris nearly growled, still trying to get at you. “You was talking all that shit earlier. I just want to talk to you.”

“Yeah right.” You spat in return, still walking backwards. “I know you, Christopher.”

You hadn’t been fast enough, because Chris finally caught up to you, pulling you against his chest. His body was cold and wet, and if it wasn’t for you wearing his hoodie, you could feel it all. But that was about to change.

Chris grabbed his phone from your grasp and tossed it over to Scott, who caught it with ease and quickly disappeared back into the house.

“Okay,” you huffed, trying to appease your husband, reaching up to cup his wet, bearded face, “you had your fun. Now—”

Before you could finish your sentence, Chris quickly hoisted you up and over his shoulder, causing you to squeal in shock. He then gave your curvaceous backside a hard smack, and took off running. You knew exactly where he was running to.

“I swear on God, Christopher, if you drop me in that cold ass pool, we’re getting a divorce, and I’m taking my baby.” You tried and failed to wiggle out of Chris’ strong grip.

Chris ignored your pleas, and you just prepared yourself for the inevitable. Then it came too slow and too sudden at the same time. If you thought the water was cold before, you were wrong. That shit was much, much colder, as your lungs felt like they were on fire.

When you finally reached the surface, your braids had fallen from the bun you had them in, and your clothes were now sopping wet. Once you caught your bearings, you looked over to see your husband, also in the pool, dying of laughter.

“You’re an asshole.” You squeaked, splashing water in his face. “Don’t laugh at me, this water is fucking cold.”

Chris, still laughing, swam his way to you, pulling you into his arms. “Baby,”

“Don’t baby me, you jerk.” You whined, pouting your lips, but not pushing him away. “I don’t like you right now.”

Chris shook his head. “Don’t lie, you love me.”

“Like and love are two very different things, Mr. Evans.” You told him matter of factly.

He just playfully rolled his eyes and then pressed a kiss to your lips. “C’mon, let’s get you out of here.”

You had no rebuttal, because you needed to get out of this pool. You just followed him right to the edge, where he boosted you out and then pulled himself out next.

Your clothes felt heavy and saturated on your body. You then turned to face your husband, now even more annoyed.

“I really don’t like you right now.”

Chris chuckled, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressing a cold, wet kiss to your equally cold and wet cheek. “Let’s get you dry, so I can get you all wet again.” He then pushed a few of your wet braids off of your neck and planted a kiss there.

Damn him…

“Hey, Dodge,” Chris whistled to Dodger, who was utilizing a tree, “let’s go inside, Bubba.” He then turned back to you. “You too.” He slapped your ass once more, before jogging off into the house. Dodger right on his trail.

You then slowly began your uncomfortable, squishy walk back to your house.

Damn him...

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babyybitchhh · 3 years

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Ace x Reader 18+

Rating: Explicit/R-18+

Words: 3,201

Warnings: oral sex, cunnilingus, semi established relationship, first time

A/N: Wrote this for my editor in chief, who just got to the climax of Marineford and is very upset about ... you know. She gave the okay to post it, so please enjoy! : )

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You were halfway through the motion of lifting the overstuffed laundry basket so you could hand it off to Marco when you suddenly caught movement at the corner of your eye. Distracted from the task at hand, you swivel around only to find Ace leaning through the doorway, beckoning you over with a wave and a big mischievous grin. You eagerly start to smile back, excited to see him, but the sound of Marco expectantly clearing his throat stops you from bolting.

Sheepishly, you turn back around to glance at the blond who offers you a droll look in response. “Don’t even think about it, missy … you’ve been shucking your laundry duty off on other people for weeks now. Do you really think I’ll just let you take off like that?”

Your mouth pulls in a frown, dejected, and Ace not-so-helpfully chimes in with a grumble of ‘no fun!’ Brow arching wryly, Marco shoots him a quick look of warning, putting a stopper on any further commentary before turning his attention to you again.

“Sorry,” you murmur, holding out the basket in resignation. Whatever Ace wanted would just have to wait until the chores were finished.

Silently, Marco takes the laundry from you, studying the dispirited droop of your shoulders for a long beat until, at last, he heaves a yielding sigh. “Go.”

Your head immediately comes up. “What? Really?”

“Yes, really.” He says, trying not to smile when Ace loudly whoops from his spot at the door. “But you owe me. Both of you do, so you’ll take turns filling in for me on the chore rotation, got it?”

“For how long?” You ask, not exactly trusting his generosity at face value. But Ace was already dashing across the room to grab your wrist and unceremoniously yank you towards the doorway, making you squeak and stumble after him.

“A month!” You hear Marco shout after you, just barely, over the racket of Ace’s heavy boots on the plank floorboards.

He doesn’t even give you a chance to respond, clearly making the decision for you as he drags you down the hall like a clumsy toddler until you get your feet situated under you. Laughing, you pick up the pace to jog alongside him with your heart in your throat, cheeks flushed and warm. He was laughing as well, his howling chortle much louder than yours, as his grip adjusts to your fingers so he can swing your arm back and forth between the two of you.

“Where are we going?” You giggle, struggling to breathe around the happy flutter in your chest.

“You’ll see! I’ve got a surprise for you!”

That gives you pause - or at least it would have, if he hadn’t been steering you down the winding corridors of the Moby Dick at an excitable pace. You were completely at his mercy now that he had you in his clutches and all you could do was go along with it, tittering the whole while.

You’re a little surprised, though, when he pulls you right up to the door of his cabin a few moments later, but Ace doesn’t so much as pause. Swinging the door open, he storms inside and slams it shut again before yanking you towards the cot.

“Sit.”

You do, but not without shooting him an inquisitive look.

“Now close your eyes.”

You do this, too, with butterflies in your stomach. Ace was a kind soul, certainly, but he was also prone to making impulsive, sometimes questionable decisions so you weren’t really sure what to expect while you listened to him move about in the small room. It was really anyone’s guess at this point, and you start slightly when you feel him slide something into your lap.

“Okay,” he says, plopping his butt on the mattress to sit beside you. “Open them.”

Obediently, you do just that only to find yourself blinking down at a ribbon wrapped box. It wasn’t very big at all, so likely not anything too extreme, but you could tell the bow on top wasn’t messy enough to be his doing, and you shoot him a questioning glance.

Ace’s grin only widens though; big and boyish, and so frustratingly charming that it makes your heart twist. You still couldn’t believe the effect he had on you, sometimes. “Go on, take a look. I think you’ll like it.”

Certain you would like it, you take the end of the ribbon in hand and tug. It comes loose with a slither and you feel for the seam with your fingertips, quickly finding it and working the top off so you can peer inside.

“Ace …” you warble after a prolonged moment of surprised quiet, eyes wide and glossy. “You shouldn’t have.”

He snickers as he leans close to your shoulder, proudly joining you in regarding the small, personal sized tiramisu sitting within. “It’s your favorite, right? I knew I had to get you something when I saw the bakery in town and I hurried back to the ship as fast as I could so it wouldn’t get all soggy. I hope it still tastes okay.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, trying valiantly to fight back the happy, reflexive tears that threaten to spill over your lashes. “You really shouldn’t have, but thank you. That was so sweet of you.”

His smile falters slightly when he looks up at your face and sees the misty quality of your eyes, fluster quickly creeping into his expression. “Hey, hey! It’s nothing to cry about!” He huffs, suddenly awkward, as he reaches over to drag his index finger through a corner of the cake. “Here, give it a taste. Tell me if it’s any good.”

Your mouth opens, wanting to tell him you’re sure it’s delicious, but he slips the cream covered digit past your lips before you can get so much as a word out. Cheeks warming, you noise around the intrusion and turn a plaintive look up at him even as you shyly clean the tip of his finger with soft little kitten licks. That seems to please him a great deal, his grin returning at full force in just a matter of seconds.

“Yummy?” He prompts, withdrawing his finger.

“Yummy …” you agree as your hand comes up to timidly touch at your mouth. “It’s really good, actually. Thank you.”

“No problem. You know I’m always looking out for you!”

Mouth tugging into a smile, you watch as Ace leans back with his hands braced on the cot, face tilted up at the ceiling. He seemed so content and happy just to share his space with you, lightly humming a faint tune under his breath while he kicks his feet back and forth over the edge of the bed. In so many ways, he reminded you of a little boy when he was like this. Carefree and easy. Untroubled. It wasn’t a side of him that many got to see and, feeling quite fortunate, you start to reach for the cake.

“Here, you have some too.”

“Mmmm. No thanks. I’m good.”

Blinking, you curiously glance over at him. “Oh? You liked it the last time, though.”

“Yeah, but … I’m not really in the mood for dessert right now.” Neck turning, Ace drops his cheek to his shoulder and casually sends a meaningful glance down the length of your body to settle on the spot between your thighs. A sharp thrill immediately races through you, face warming alarmingly quick. He laughs at your reaction, all good natured humor and charming as he starts to tip his head back again. “I’m just teasing ya’, don’t worry. I wouldn’t want to - -“

“I don’t mind.”

His laughter abruptly cuts off with a sputter. “What?”

Face growing even hotter, you nervously shuffle your feet against the floor. “I said I don’t mind. If you really want to, that is. It’s okay if you were just joking - -“

Ace jumps up from the cot so fast you’d think he accidentally set it on fire if you didn’t know any better.

Eyes widening, you let him snatch the cake box from your slack hands and watch as he urgently sets it aside with quick, jerky motions. His expression is suddenly dark when he leans down to hook broad, calloused hands under your knees and pull up, flipping you onto your back.

“Ah - Ace!”

“Were you serious just now?” He asks, not stopping long enough to hear the answer before sinking down to the floor and sending you a hopeful puppy dog look from where he was now knelt between your legs.

“Y - yes,” you tell him truthfully. “I was. But you don’t have to though, I just - -“

He abruptly drops his face into the meat of your thighs, startling a squawk out of you. Embarrassed, your grasping fingers shoot down to tangle in his wavy hair as he inhales a deep, stuttering breath that makes his shoulders rise dramatically like some sort of hunching beast.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” He practically growls against you.

“You should have said something then …”

Ace’s only response is a low, rumbling groan to accompany the tight squeeze of his fingers on your hips. You tense and shudder for him as he drags those big hands of his further down to take hold of your thighs and ease them apart. The breath catches in your throat when he promptly nuzzles into you, rubbing his face against your tingling cunt as if he were a cat marking its territory. You struggle not to screw your eyes shut at the sensation of him so intimately close to your core, smelling you and basking in the warmth bleeding through your clothes, but you force yourself to keep watching.

To bear witness to the way he presses in so tight his nose wrinkles up, brows furrowed in unconcealed pleasure. To see how the wavy strands of his hair rest along the curve of your thighs and then cling to the fabric of your skirt when he impatiently shoves it up out of his way. To appreciatively drink in the sight of him, all dark eyed and freckled, staring hungrily at the pudgy seam that runs down the center of your panties just as a starving man might look at a bountiful harvest.

He was easily the most beautiful man you’d ever seen and, based on the way he was looking at you, that feeling was apparently mutual.

“You’re sure?” It’s a soft question, but it rings loud in the quiet cabin.

“I … I’m positive, Ace. You don’t need to hesitate.”

Loudly exhaling the breath he’d been holding, he snags his fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugs. Your throat constricts as you twist on top of the bed, helping him work the cotton down over your legs. He tosses them without a second thought as soon as they’re loose, quickly diving back in to shove his face into your bare pussy, making you jolt.

You have to bite down on your lower lip to keep quiet when you spread your legs further apart for him, delighting in the way he eagerly nuzzles against you without another thought to the matter. His lips purse against your slit and he kisses you, just as passionately as he does your mouth when no one’s looking. A whimper promptly claws up the back of your throat, high strung and needy, and Ace responds in kind with a rumbling sigh of his own.

Blunt fingers knead into the doughy soft flesh of your thighs as he tilts his head so he can better work your labia apart. You shiver at the sensation of warm spit gathering along the crease of your body, slowly dribbling down your skin and mixing with sticky slick to leave you feeling obscenely damp. The realization that he was excitedly drooling all over your pussy, panting and faintly moaning into you as if you two had been at this for hours, has your toes curling in premature ecstasy.

His rough lips were the perfect contrast on your delicate folds, sending intense shockwaves of friction through you that felt like something akin to fireworks. You heave, spine arching off the bed when Ace finally dips the plushy swell of his tongue inside to truly taste you and tease at your clit. Fingers scrabbling across his broad shoulders, you latch onto him with your nails, fighting to keep yourself grounded rather than let the heat of the moment swallow you up.

It was the middle of the day on a heavily manned ship, after all, and there was no lock on the cabin door. If someone came calling on him for one reason or another they probably wouldn’t hesitate to barge in unannounced. This was Ace you were talking about here. He wasn’t someone that often concerned himself with pleasant niceties such as knocking so why would they show him that courtesy?

It would be over in an instant and you’d both be caught red handed, no questions asked. Word of this incident would spread fast, no doubt, depending on who found the two of you like this, but everyone on board will have certainly heard about it by sundown. You just couldn’t afford to get carried away right now, for your sake as much as his - but it was so hard not to cry out in pleasure when he was languidly dragging his tongue up and down the length of your slit to gather all the accumulated fluid and swallow it down in one big gulp.

Seething, you finally give in to the urge and squeeze your eyes shut as your head tips back against the haphazardly strewn sheets, the smell of him swarming your senses all over again. “Ace … please …!”

“Mmmm, yes, baby,” he murmurs against you, muffled by the meat of your cunt. “Say it again. For me?”

“Ah! A - Ace! Please … pleeeaaase!”

It’s hard to keep your voice down but, somehow, you manage to hush your desperate pleas to a mere whisper, strained and cracking. He responds in kind, moaning softly as he nuzzles deeper, making your pliant pussy lips mold against his face. Hooded obsidian eyes rove up to regard you as he does it, watching your expression twist in pleasure with nothing short of a fierce, almost predatory interest reflecting in his dark irises.

Ace was hungry for you in a way you never would have anticipated, his lips and his tongue voraciously laving you in warm, wet attention, quickly winding the spring inside you tighter and tighter. Your sensitive cunt was already throbbing for him, threatening to burst at a moment's notice if he wasn’t careful. You could hardly breathe through it, so heavy and gratifying, as his insatiable, relentless mouthing continued to work you over until you were half delirious with it.

Despite wanting to savor this, you knew, instinctively, that you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Ace … I - I’m gonna’ …”

The sound he makes in response is very nearly a snarl, bordering on animalistic and feral. His fingers come up to press into your labia and spread them, finally - finally! Exposing your clit fully to his mouth. You suck in a haggard gasp of air and try to brace for it, but still jolt as if you’d been electrocuted when he drags the flat of his tongue over that pulsating little bud tucked away inside silken folds. Your vision whites out for a split second, entirely overwhelmed, nails clawing at his shoulder blades with an almost savage sort of desperation. A scream rises in the back of your throat, choking you when you refuse to give it voice.

Embarrassingly, all it takes is three quick swipes of his tongue to send you into a fit of convulsions, fresh tears instantly welling up in your eyes. This time, however, they track freely down the sides of your face while you struggle to keep yourself in check even as you twist and writhe underneath him, mewling as quietly as you can. You sound like something broken, an injured calf in its death throes, and Ace the ravenous wolf drinking your lifeblood as if it were sacrament.

He doesn’t let up for what feels like a small eternity, persistently lapping at your sensitized clit until you finally issue a wounded, half stifled shriek that seems to echo against the cabin walls. Coming up off you with a wet, wheezing gasp, he watches the way you slap a hand to your mouth and quake through the lingering tremors of your orgasm from under the fall of messy, sweat slicked bangs. So obviously entranced by the sight of you even as his bare chest contracts with quick, heavy breaths that give away the true extent of his tense arousal.

“You look so good like this ..” he murmurs, comfortingly dragging his hands across your trembling thighs as you start to ease down from your high. “Coming apart just for me. How’d I ever get so lucky, huh?”

Whimpering, you reach for him with shaking fingers and Ace attentively obliges, climbing up onto the cot and settling over you with his knees bracketing your hips. He swoops down to catch your mouth with his, and you moan at the taste of yourself as you languorously stretch out beneath him. The buzz of your afterglow was potently intoxicating, making your head spin long after the pulses had finally stopped, leaving you warm and comfortable. Satiated.

Sighing pleasantly into the kiss, you card your hand through his hair, working out a few errant knots here or there before tilting your head back to look up at him. “I think I’m the lucky one, actually … I’ve never felt so good in all my life, Ace.”

He chuckles when he leans down to adoringly press his forehead to yours, eyes locking from just a scant few inches away. “Guess we’re both lucky then, baby girl. I couldn’t ask for anything else, you know that?”

“That makes me happy,” you warble, feeling like you could just burst all over again.

“Me too.” Sighing contentedly, Ace snuggles somehow even closer to you and tries to get comfortable, but the prodding weight pressed into your thigh seems to give him a bit of trouble. He shifts awkwardly, looking for a position that will ease the strain on his cock, but it doesn’t appear as though one is very forthcoming in his current predicament.

You hesitate to do it but, quickly making up your mind, you reach down and shyly grasp at him through his pants. It’s his turn to jolt as if he’d just been shocked, and his attention whips around to practically gape at you. It probably would’ve been rather funny, the flabbergasted look on his face, if only your pussy wasn’t still soaking wet and silently begging to be stretched.

“I want to.” You tell him quietly.

Ace visibly gulps, swallowing his nerves. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I know for a fact that there isn’t a single soul in this world I would rather have. Please …?”

Luckily, you don’t have to ask him twice.

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moony-meadow · 3 years

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Going for Goldie (6)

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4 / Pt. 5

After Beelzebub departed, Mammon and I were once again alone together. The white-haired demon had resumed his place on the sofa, only now he was laid out on it with his back propped up against the armrest. This left me inside his stomach at a kind of incline. I’d taken to leaning against the back wall and was taking advantage of the surprisingly relaxing warmth the fleshy surface provided.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be stuck in here for hours,” I moaned, flopping my arm over my face dramatically. “So much for having a midnight snack.” It wasn’t uncommon for Beel and I to run into each other at the kitchen in the middle of the night. We both seemed to have a habit of craving late night treats.

“Well,” I felt Mammon’s hand plop down onto his stomach, causing a small tremor around me, “I could always swallow somethin’ for ya to eat.”

My face instantly formed into a grimace. “Don’t be disgusting, Mammon,” I chided. The idea of eating someone’s second hand food was positively repulsive. Though I knew the demon was joking, I still didn’t appreciate the crude commentary. A chuckle rumbled around me, but otherwise Mammon said nothing more.

“You know, I think since this turned out to be a lot more than a quick trip into your stomach, that you owe me Goldie privileges for at least three days,” I stated. Had I not already committed myself to helping Mammon keep his credit card from Lucifer, I might have abandoned the whole thing as soon as things got complicated. But, if I gave up now and made Mammon cough me up, then the whole thing might end up being for nothing.

A strangled noise of outrage came from Mammon. “Three days?! Ya gotta be kiddin’ me!” The stomach walls all pressed in around me slightly, I could only assume as a result of Mammon clenching his hand around his middle. “I--I’ll give ya two days, but that’s it!” he exclaimed after my lack of response displayed how serious I was about the matter.

“Fine, but you also have to take me out to dinner some night,” I declared.

Mammon unclenched his hand from around his stomach, but I could tell that he’d now tensed up all over. “Wha? You can’t be--pfft, like the Great Mammon would ever be caught goin’ out to dinner with a--with a human,'' he stammered. I had to stifle a giggle, I could just tell his face had become all blushy.

It was a pretty common occurrence that whenever I took part in some playful flirting with the Avatar of Greed, his face would heat up while he stuttered out insistences that he had no interest in humans. I knew it was just one of his defense mechanisms, so I had stopped taking offense to it a long time ago.

“It can be lunch if you prefer,” I replied, feigning ignorance.

“Huh? No--I’m only havin’ a meal with you if you’re the main course,'' Mammon finished the sentence proudly.

I rolled my eyes. “This is the last time I’m ever going to be in your stomach.” While I felt pretty sure of my own statement, there was a part of me that wondered if I really would be able to avoid being eaten again. Yesterday I would have said I would never let a demon eat me under any circumstances, and yet here I was sitting in the belly of the beast.

The pressure at the front of the stomach returned as Mammon rested both his hands on top of it. “Well ya better not end up in any other demon’s stomach,” he warned, a hint of possessiveness in his voice. “You are my human, after all.”

Being the Avatar of Greed, it wasn’t surprising to me that Mammon tended to be overprotective of his belongings. However, I never would have guessed I would be considered among those belongings. His possessiveness over me wasn’t only in regards to me being eaten, he had also expressed jealousy when his brothers tried to get a little too close to me. In a way, it was kind of endearing. Although, I always made a point to make it clear that I was not an object to be owned.

“I’m your friend,” I corrected smoothly, “and you don’t have to worry about anyone else eating me, at least not with my permission anyway.”

Mammon was silent, and for a moment I wondered if I’d made him upset in some way. But then his hand began to slowly and gently rub his stomach. I smiled softly and leaned forward to pat the outermost wall in response. The guy wasn’t the best at accepting compliments or genuine displays of affection, but he had his own little ways of showing his appreciation.

“Hey, Y/N?” Mammon spoke up, now idly trailing a finger over his stomach. “You’re not...I dunno, scared of me or nothin’, are ya?”

My eyebrows lifted in surprise. The genuine concern in the demon’s voice threw me off guard. He usually made an effort to try to convince people that he was an incredibly powerful demon that ought to be feared. And while his brothers often treated him as though he were weak, I knew better. Mammon was the second eldest of the seven Avatars, and therefore the second most powerful. However, the thing with Mammon was that the guy pretty much never flexed that power. For whatever reason, even when his little brothers smacked him around or called him names, Mammon never lashed out.

As a result of all that, it was easy for me to sometimes forget that I hung out with a potentially deadly demon on the daily. Of course, when Mammon had shrunk me I’d been reminded of that latent fear. However, I wasn’t about to tell him that. I didn’t know how he’d react to the knowledge that my natural instincts insisted I be wary of demons like him (especially when they were giant sized), but I certainly didn’t want him getting the impression that I was some scared little thing. Besides, logically I knew Mammon could (mostly) be trusted. Plus, having a pact with him meant I could stop him if he ever were to do something that really freaked me out.

“Oh please,” I dismissed. “It would take a lot more than an overgrown demon to scare me.”

“Hmmm,” Mammon hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe next time I should eat ya in my demon form, that might really give ya a fright.”

The joking tone of his voice was obvious, but I still sent a kick into the nearest wall in retaliation for the comment. “How many times do I have to tell you there won’t be a next time?” I huffed.

“Is it really so bad in there?” the demon inquired, once again prodding at the outside of his stomach.

I took a moment to assess my surroundings. It was just as pitch black as ever so I could only imagine what everything actually looked like. Surprisingly there was no foul odor, the stomach acid that was pooled at the bottom didn’t seem to have a scent to it. The temperature was a bit warmer than I’d prefer, but it was thankfully tolerable. And while the squishy stomach walls still kind of grossed me out, I had gotten pretty used to them already.

Being in the stomach itself wasn’t terrible, really it was the mere fact that I was in someone else’s stomach that I disliked so much. It was a matter of pride. Being in the Devildom, it was very important that I keep my head held high. Showing weakness would just encourage potential enemies to target me.

“It’s...well it’s not exactly the Ritz,” I responded, unsure of how exactly to explain it to Mammon. “I have no idea how I’m supposed to sleep in here either.” I couldn’t deny that it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, but I wasn’t really sure if I’d be able to fall asleep with the knowledge that I was literally inside someone’s stomach.

As if on cue, Mammon gave a yawn that caused everything around me to tighten for a moment before loosening once again as he exhaled. “Well, let’s test it out,” he announced. That was the only warning I got before Mammon sat up and got to his feet.

With Goldie safely tucked away in a pocket, I was able to easily brace myself against the walls with both hands. I felt quite secure--that is until the floor suddenly became a wall and one of the walls I’d been holding onto suddenly became the floor. “I suppose I should have seen that coming,” I thought to myself.

After a few moments of shifting as Mammon got situated, everything around me finally settled and I was able to get myself comfortable. It wasn’t like there was a ton of room to spread out, but it was plenty of space for me to lay flat. The stomach acid had seemed to dissipate shortly after Mammon had laid down, as if his body had finally caught on that I wasn’t going to be digested so it had no business sticking around.

“Comfy?” the demon asked as he went back to gently rubbing his stomach in a circular motion.

I snorted. “About as comfortable as someone can get in a stomach.”

“Good,” Mammon replied cheerfully, unphased by my grumpy tone.

“You better not roll onto your stomach,” I warned. While I figured the action wouldn’t necessarily hurt me, I doubted it would be comfortable being squished by the entirety of the giant demon’s bodyweight.

A chuckle echoed around me. “Don’t worry, I’m not much of a stomach sleeper,” Mammon promised.

With nothing else much to say, and exhaustion beginning to heavily set in, I said, “Okay...then goodnight, I guess.”

“G’night, Y/N.”

In a matter of minutes I could tell Mammon had already fallen asleep. His breathing was slow and even and his heartrate had dropped to a resting level. Honestly, the natural ambience of his body was kind of relaxing. The up and down motion his breaths caused almost made me feel like I was on a gently floating boat. It didn’t take much longer for me to drift effortlessly into a deep sleep.

The next morning, as soon as Mammon and I woke up, I demanded he quickly get me out and unshrink me. My urgency was in large part spurred by the fact that my bladder was absolutely screaming at me after having not been emptied in so long. I didn’t even get the chance to relish my return to normal size before I darted out to the bathroom, but not before ordering Mammon never to tell another soul about the previous night’s events.

After dumping everything I’d been wearing into the wash, taking an hour and a half long shower, and then absolutely stuffing myself during breakfast, I actually felt back to normal. Of course, I wasn’t about to forget the experience of being eaten anytime soon. And something told me Mammon wouldn’t either.

#we've reached the final part woohoo #shall we vore #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t vore #soft vore

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staarshines · 3 years

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It��s Not All Roses Chapter 1: astra (HighSchool!AU) || P.D.

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Warnings: cursing

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Excerpt: “Meet Rey! She’s in our english class, remember?” You can’t believe it for a minute—Wait, was this Poe’s doing? No, he was walking up the stairs with you… You look around, seeing him walk into the row from the other side. What the hell were the odds?

[A/N]: i haven’t been on here for months but we don’t talk about that❤️ also, the pandemic doesn’t exist here. bonne lecture.

Your Sour Patch Kids and Sprite, Finn’s Milky Way and Gatorade… You look over the items in your hands once more, hurrying through the crowds of kids masked in orange and white, proudly showing off Amidala-Skywalker High School’s colors; a stark contrast to the crowd bathed in red and black on the other side of the podium.

You mentally curse yourself for even wanting to come to the Homecoming game between Amidala-Skywalker and Geonosis High—dragging Finn along with you on top of that.

If Homecoming was this overhyped, you were going to be pissed.

Lost in thought, you unavoidably manage to run into someone, wincing when you hear the crack of your Sprite can hit the ground and open.

“My bad.”

You look back up to see a cute guy looking back at you with apologetic eyes, grinning, while his wild chocolate-colored curls frame his face.

“No, you’re good. It was my fault for running into you.”

“Nah, that was me. Got a little too focused on the game.” Both of you erupt into awkward laughter, bending down to pick up the snacks now lying on the ground. “I’m Poe, by the way.”

You look up once more, breath hitching in your throat because of how close you are to him—had you moved five inches closer, your lips would be pressed flush up against his. Your cheeks heat up at the thought and you forget how to speak for a few moments, watching him hold back a smirk.

This fucker knew exactly—

“I’m Y/N,” you quickly blurt out, flashing him a quick smile and grabbing the candy and sports drink, noticing another Sprite can that Poe hadn’t picked up. “I think that’s yours.”

“No, that one’s yours.”

“Even if it is mine, I ran into you, so you should have it.”

“Honestly? I was hoping you’d say that. Rey would kill me if I didn’t come back with her Sprite.” You chuckle and nod, standing up and smiling when he motions for you to go up the steps first.

You’re thinking about where you’ve seen him on the way up to your row, realizing that he was the one who pranked a girl—you’re guessing Rey?—in your english class by removing her headphones from her laptop’s jack while she was in the bathroom. Mr. Kenobi nearly fell out of his seat when he heard “WAP” blaring at full volume.

Needless to say, she was not happy.

You slide into the row Finn is sitting in, throwing him his candy and the Gatorade bottle—the latter of which he nearly doesn’t catch, which would’ve resulted in it hitting the brunette next to him.

“Y/N! Meet Rey! She’s in our english class, remember?” You can’t believe it for a minute—Wait, was this Poe’s doing? No, he was walking up the stairs with you… You look around, seeing him walk into the row from the other side.

What the hell were the odds?

You then remember that Finn and Rey are watching you look around like a madman, snapping you back to the situation of introductions and small-talk at hand.

“Right! The girl who—”

“Whose music blared in a dead-silent classroom in the middle of our english class? Yeah, that’s me.” You chuckle slightly, nodding to her and sitting down. Poe’s gaze catches your eye and he quirks an eyebrow, tilting his head.

What are you doing here?

A quick tilt of your head in Finn’s direction, then the game’s direction. Watching the game, apparently.

Raised eyebrows and the hint of a smirk. You following me?

An eyeroll and a bit-back smile. Oh yeah, definitely.

He shrugs with a smile on his face and sits down next to Rey, and you stifle a chuckle when you see her snatch the Sprite and Airheads from him, cracking the can open.

“What, do you two know each other?” It takes you a second to realize Finn’s question is directed at you and Poe.

“I mean kinda, we just ran into each other a while ago. Oh, that’s Poe. Poe, Finn, Finn, Poe.” They exchange warm smiles but nothing more.

“Well, I promise I’m not aiding him in anything,” Rey reads your mind, winking and eliciting a giggle from you. You look over to find him scrolling through his phone, earning a slight frown from you as you resume your normal position and pop a Sour Patch Kid into your mouth, mindlessly watching the game go on. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you lazily pull it out, checking the notification.

Instagram Poe Dam(n)eron (@damndameron) has requested to follow you.

You look over at him once again, finding him now watching the game. Hm, so we’re playing this game? All right. Opening the app, you accept his request and click on his profile, a bit surprised when you see that he’s private—he pegged you as the type of guy to have a public account. Nevertheless, you hit “Follow”, waiting a few moments before refreshing and seeing that he’s accepted, giving you full access to his profile.

You see about four posts and a few story highlights, but nothing out of the ordinary. You click on his most recent post, scrolling past the beach, a hot tub at a cabin, a picture of him and Rey at Pike’s Peak—was she his girlfriend?—and lastly, a picture of someone who you guessed was his mother and him as a baby. He’s standing on her feet in what looks like their living room and you can tell that they’re dancing, a grin frozen on his mom’s face while Poe flashes a toothy smile—his dad must’ve taken the picture. It was dated November 21, posted almost one year ago. Curious, you click on the comments and start reading through them.

kare_kun_ Thinking about all of you.

r.skywalker you'll always be her flyboy, poe.

snapwexley01 she’d be so proud of you, man.

j_pava Wish she was still here with us. Stay strong, Poe.

The last comment makes it all click into place, and you feel a pang in your heart. He’d lost his mom. How long ago? He was maybe four years old in that picture. You suddenly feel so empathetic that all you want to do is give him a hug—he was a momma’s boy; you could read it right off his face. You keep the date in mind: November 21st.

“Well, we won.” You look up in a daze to see that the clock was 6 seconds away from halftime, the score being 31-9 in Amidala-Skywalker’s favor.

“How do you kick someone’s ass that badly?” you ask with a sort of wince even though you were on the triumphant side, clicking your phone shut.

“Like that, apparently,” Poe remarks, just before the halftime buzzer rings. “You guys wanna get out of here and go to the baseball fields or something? It’s a lot less noisy but you can still hear the game’s commentary.” You’re a bit surprised at his proposal, seeing as you four just met, but you’re definitely not opposed.

“Why not?” Finn responds, shrugging his shoulders. You four get up and leave the row, nearly getting trampled in the number of kids leaving their seats to either go get food or leave the game entirely.

“C’mon, flyboy, you’re gonna get lost!” Rey yells from behind you. Flyboy. Wonder where he got that nickname.

“Oh my God, please— He did not!” you laugh, clapping a hand over your mouth while giving Poe a disbelieving look.

It’s pitch black outside now and you four are bathed in the floodlights of the baseball stadium, sitting on the grass just by home base.

“There’s fight, there’s flight, then there’s complete idiocy. Guess which one Poe has programmed into his DNA.” Poe narrows his eyes at Rey, throwing Finn’s empty Gatorade bottle at her which she catches with ease.

“It’s not my fault I wasn’t thinking—”

“Thank you for admitting that.”

“—I was panicked! There was a s’more in my hand and I just threw it in the other direction!”

“While not thinking that the bear would come after you for more,” you add, watching him huff, seeing a hint of a pout on his face. “Remind me never to go anywhere near the woods with you.”

“I like her already,” Rey remarks, to which you crack a smile.

“How long have you two been dating?” you try to crack the question as casually as possible, but let’s face it: the anticipation is eating away at you. To your surprise, they both burst out in laughter—so they’re not together?

“Oh my God, I wouldn’t date Poe in a million years. I couldn’t handle being that much impulse control for him—He’s already a liability as my best friend,” Rey laughs, shaking her head.

“I— Rude. But honestly, I wouldn’t date you either. You don’t know how to have fun,” he exaggerates the statement with his hands. You smile at their banter, a bit surprised at their relationship’s similarity to yours and Finn’s. “How long have you two been dating?”

“We’re most definitely not dating,” Finn chuckles, earning a slap to the shoulder from you.

“No need to act like you’d never date me! Remember the kiss on the playground in third grade?” you ask sarcastically, the memory bringing back a bout of nostalgia.

“That was third grade! And I was dared to do it!” You laugh, throwing an arm around him.

“I mean Finn, you seem pretty passionate about making sure she knows you don’t like her,” Poe winks, earning a fake gag from Finn.

“Oh, please. She’s like my sister.”

“Literally,” you add. “I’m pretty sure I saw you more than I saw my own parents during my childhood.”

“You, Ben, Han, and Leia, yeah,” he nods.

“Ben, Han, and Leia..?”

“Ben’s our best friend. The three of us practically grew up together with Han and Leia—his parents.”

“Han and Leia like—Dr. Solo and Dr. Organa? The ones who teach at the school?” You nod, answering Poe’s question. “I don’t think they’re married—are they divorced?”

“Never got married,” Finn explains. “Just two best friends who had a one-night stand and actually stayed civil with each other after learning about the pregnancy. They raised Ben together—and us, too, basically.”

“I miss him,” you murmur. “Why’d his stupid ass have to want to go to that college prep school way over in New York, anyway?”

“Probably just to make Han and Leia proud after all they’ve done. Mark my words, he’ll be back here in a year or two. You don’t get the high school experience at a prep school.”

“Are you talking about First Order Preparatory, the big one in New York?” Rey interjects. “That’s not a boarding school last I checked.”

“Nah, he’s living over there with his Uncle Luke. I mean, we FaceTime and all, but it’s just not the sa—”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Poe, she’s coming over here.” Both Poe and Rey scramble to get up, leaving you and Finn to do the same while you steal a glance behind yourself, trying to see who Rey is talking about.

“Run,” Poe whispers in a panicked tone; Rey grabs his arm before he can take off.

“We’re not running, genius!” she hisses, looking behind you once more. You turn around, finally spotting a blonde wearing an orange shirt and white shorts, stripes of white paint just under her eyes. “We’re walking away. Quickly. Very quickly.” You turn around, finding them nodding to you and Finn; the four of you begin in the opposite direction from whoever the blondie was.

“Who are we r—walking very quickly away from?” you ask, keeping up at a brisk pace.

“Zorii Bliss. She’s been after Poe ever since fifth grade,” Rey explains, picking up her pace.

“Just tell her you’re not interested. Simple,” you mutter, arching an eyebrow.

“You think I haven’t tried? What was this summer, the seventh time I’ve turned her down?” Poe groans, and you suddenly feel terrible. They were actually running from this girl who’d been after them for five years. Couldn’t you get a restraining order or something? “She’s been with five guys—”

“Six,” Rey corrects.

“—six guys in the past four months. All she does is play them then blame them, all while still somehow looking like the victim. The Smoky Mountains trip we were just talking about—the bear and the s’mores? You don’t know how hard she tried to get in on that trip.”

“Sheesh,” Finn starts, “someone needs to—”

“Poe!” you hear someone, presumably Zorii, call out from behind you four.

“—get the hint,” Finn mutters, and the four of you turn around to find her just maybe fifty feet away. What the fuck, did she run to catch up or something?

“Hide me,” you hear Poe whisper, and before you can ask how, he’s already crouched behind you, arms around your waist.

“Long time no see,” she calls out, sauntering now. Aw c’mon, how about you run like you were doing before? Look all desperate for the cameras?

“What—She knows you’re here!”

“But I’m not.”

“Yes you are!”

“Nope.” You start to argue with him but then stop, realizing he really didn’t want to see her.

“Aw, that’s cute.” Christ, even her voice was insufferable. She looked like a bitch, too.

You really just wanted to punch her in the face.

“What do you want, exactly?”

“Who are you, his girlfriend? Funny, Poe hasn’t really ever dated anyone.” She shuffles a bit to the side and you copy her footwork to guard Poe, watching her raise her eyebrows and laugh in disbelief. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“And you didn’t answer mine,” you quip smoothly, hearing Finn quickly stifle a laugh from beside you. She gives Finn a dirty look, and you swear you’re about to drag her from her hair right now. “What do you want?”

“I just came over to say hi to Poe since we didn’t get to meet too much over the summer,” she shrugs. “Zorii Bliss.” You don’t respond, waiting for her to make her exit. “Aren’t you going to introduce yourself?”

“Couldn’t be more bothered to.” Rey sucks in a sharp breath and you’re worried that you’ve crossed some sort of line, but your stance doesn’t waver. She rolls her eyes and blows a kiss to Poe before turning on her heel and walking away—you’re sure she’s swaying her hips on purpose.

“Damn,” Poe murmurs, getting up from behind you. “You really said ‘no, bitch’ to her.” You laugh a little bit at his statement, shaking your head.

“She just really pissed me off. Hopefully that taught her a lesson and she’ll leave you alone now.”

“We can hope. I nearly fought her in the middle school parking lot once.” Finn raises his eyebrows at Rey but you just nod impressedly.

“Y’know, we should take a picture so we have something to post on Instagram,” Poe suggests. “I haven’t posted for a while.” He’s actually one of the boys who cares about his Instagram? Respect.

“Yeah, neither have I.” You shush Finn before he can start to whine about taking pictures, but Rey seems to have the same reaction as him. “Aw, c’mon you guys, it’s just one picture.”

“Fine,” Finn drawls. “Just one.”

“Maybe two,” you add with a giggle, watching him shake his head as you pull out your phone, opening the camera. “Okay, any ideas on where we should set it? Because the four of us sure as hell aren’t fitting in a square if I take a selfie.”

“If you have a popsocket, you can try to hook it inside the diamonds of the fence.”

“Good idea, flyboy,” you test the nickname out, watching his reaction closely to determine whether you’re crossing a line. He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling up, so you breathe a sigh of relief.

After having set your phone up on the fence—“You’re taking too long. Let me do it.” “Finn, you’re not going to have any more luck than I am.” (He, in fact, didn’t)—you press the shutter button and quickly run back to the four, throwing an arm around Finn and watching Rey neck Poe, earning a laugh from you. It’s a bit too late when you realize the picture’s already been taken, and it takes about three minutes for you both to coax Finn and Rey into taking another one. The second one turns out almost perfect, though, seeming like one of those cliché VSCO pictures that everyone posts around this time.

“Numbers,” you state simply, handing your phone to Rey. She starts adding her contact information, taking a quick selfie for her contact picture and then handing the phone off to Poe. “And give me your Instagram handles, too. I’ll tag you guys when I post.”

“You already have mine,” Poe remarks while not looking up from the phone, and you’re sure that you’re the only one who can hear the slight smugness in his voice. He hands your phone back to you and you see that he’s set the picture of his annoyed face after Rey necking him as his contact photo, which makes you giggle a bit.

After you’d sent them the pictures—Poe had named the groupchat “the avengers”, which sparked a conversation about Marvel (Finn and Poe were arguing over the best Avenger right now)—you edited the pictures slightly to make them better, uploading them to Instagram with the caption, “no friendship is an accident.”.

You four were now walking out of school boundaries towards your neighborhood—yet another thing you four discovered you had in common—but you were lost in the stars, hearing traces of the current conversation on hand (something about Asgard and the Tesseract).

“Hey. Snap out of it.” Poe snaps his fingers in front of your face and you blink, shaking your head and looking back at him.

“Huh? Sorry.”

“Staring at the stars?” he asks, looking up at the sky himself.

“Yeah. Found Ursa Major and Cassiopeia,” you point out, watching him genuinely look for the constellations, humming when he sees them too. “You like stargazing?”

“I do, actually. Have a telescope in my room and everything.”

“Oh?” You’re stepping in stride with him, completely forgetting about the other two who are also with you.

“Yeah. Y’know… you need a nickname.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“I dunno, I just think…” he looks up at the sky then back at you, grinning as if he’s figured something out. “Astra.”

“Astra?” you ask, recognizing the word to be Greek for “star”.

“Astra,” he confirms, nodding. You raise an eyebrow, but you can’t deny that you like it.

“Well, it’s not terrible.” You were understating. You kind of loved it.

“I’ll take that as a win.”

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wheelersdealer · 5 years

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Do It For Me

Request: “STEVE SMUT STEVE SMUT” + “sTevE smUt SteVe sMut” - Anon. Summary: Steve insists you would have despised his “King Steve” persona, but you’re insistent on wanting to see how the King’s famed bed-time activities really played out. Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader An: Lmao, thanks anon. First time writing sin, so I tried to make the beginning make up for the second half if it’s not up to anyone’s smut standards. This was fun though!

“Bye bye Duuusty! Have fun!” With your head stuck out the window, you pucker your lips and Steve starts cracking up, leaning out his side and doing the same. “We’ll keep an ear out on Suzie for you!”

Dustin stomps onto Will’s porch, his backpack in hand among other things he’s slung over his shoulder to take to the Byers’. You and Steve are hooting and hollering, then sit back in your seats when Dustin is through the door. You can see his shadow, see his friends walking around in there, but admittedly for a moment forget about the open door as you and Steve lean close and you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Mmmm,” you hum, “young love.”

Steve chuckles. “Tell me about it. That kid is certainly something’…” he clears his throat and sits back in his seat, an elbow leaning out the window and his hand on the wheel. “I would not be able to do a long distance sitch, I can tell you that.”

You frown. “Really, not even for me?” Though you tease. Steve rolls his eyes and chuckles, but you save him having to fumble with an explanation when you wiggle your brows and say “And why is that, Harrington?”

Steve looks around for a minute, blush on his cheeks. “I mean…? Because.”

“HEY!” There’s a thud at your window, and you look to see Dustin with his hands on the door. You stop leaning over the center console and look at Dustin with wide eyes. Of course, nothing was happening (thank God) but you’re still heating up and embarrassed to your core. You manage to chuckle and drop your face in your hand. “Better not do any of that, what I just saw there, with my sister, Harrington!”

Steve scoffs. “Do what? Sit close and barely kiss — kid your mom’s done worse in her lifetime than we have, okay?” You almost choke, but this time you lean toward Dustin and you two give Steve absolute shock at that…burn? That gross, gross (but true) burn.

Anyway, “Yeah chill out Dusty, we’ll keep it PG-13.” You reach through the window and manage to tickle his stomach. After a boisterous giggle, he jumps back and glares, holding his fingers to his eyes then swiping them back to point at you before he rounds the car and pulls his bike from the trunk. You rest your elbow on the window ceil, twirl your finger through your hair, and give Dustin one last little wave. “See?” You shout as he sets his bike by Will’s porch, ready to go inside for the final time. “Everything will be fine!”

You’re tearing clothes off the second you get home.

“Hey hey hey!” You giggle and have to hold Steve by the shoulders to keep him standing up. His pants are halfway down his leg and you swore he was just about to fall on his face as he tried hopping out of his jeans. “Not yet, Steve, not yet!”

He scoffs but gets his footing, kicking them off the rest of the way and leaning forward to pluck them up in a quick second. He looks like a gentleman with his jacket folded over his arm. Only the ‘jacket’ is his jeans and he’s standing in the middle of your vacant living room in boxer-briefs that you’d say are tastefully tight.

You tease “My my Harrington, look what you’ve got,” through your teeth, and Steve jumps back all embarrassed and giddy when you cup him.

“Hey, hey! What did you just say? Not, yet.” He says through his teeth, unable to keep on the demeanor and letting a smile slip through. He pulls his pants from his arm and you yelp, skipping back and hurrying to your room as he tosses them at you.

Despite being half-nude in your living room, he really is a gentleman, picking up his jeans and balling them up again before dropping them the second he makes it to your room.

You peck him on the lips as you slip back out into the hallway.

You make sure Dustin’s room is empty, your mom’s room is empty, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room is empty…You even head into the basement, getting only a few steps down before opting to just bend forward and squint hoping you’ll see anything (if there is anything) that way instead of having to fully descend down them. You come back upstairs, make sure every door and most window leading to the outside is locked…and then you hop right back into your room.

Steve’s standing in front of your bed with his back to the door. He still has his briefs on. He turns slowly, hands on his hips, and a sly smile on his face. Though his brows quirk as though he wasn’t expecting you.

“Why, hello, my lady,” he says, dropping his hands and wrapping them loose around yours when you’re close. “My my, what do we have here? Hmm?” You stare at him and his adorable self in awe, chewing your cheek and hardly noticing him very slowly tug up your shirt by the rim while he goes through the effort of trying to create commentary. “Ah, and right here we see the seam is very crisp, very strong. That’s always a good thing, especially in catalogs. Hmm, but let’s see what it looks like off, shall we?” You lift your arms while he pulls your top off of you, and then he grabs the shirt by its shoulders and shakes it out, holding it off to the side and looking at it against the light. “Mm, wow. Lovely colors, really quite poignant in sunlight, seems to perform in different lighting pretty well.”

This is cute.

But you grab the shirt and toss it to the side.

Steve goes quiet, his jaw slack and betrayal in his eyes. He hisses and goes “Ouch.” Before adding this sense of poise to his voice. “Ma’am,” he starts, “you’re a great audience member, I love you — but this is my show and I would appreciate if you didn’t do that and knock it off, okay? We have a lot of items from the catalog to get through with today and —“ you roll your eyes and step forward, putting your hands to his chest and pushing him onto your bed. He goes, “Hey, hey!” And snaps his fingers over your head, pointing dramatically and shouting, “Security! Security!”

You scoff and when you take your hands off him for a second to stand back and just look at this man, he scoots farther up on the bed, only his feet hanging off as he keeps the jig up.

“Oh my God, were you this much of a dork when you were ‘King Steve’?”

You crawl up and sit in his lap.

“Hey, we promised we would never talk about that.” Ah yes…memories of King Steve were off limits…But—

“Oh come on…” You whine, running your finger along his chest. “King Steve is like,” you roll your eyes at the ceiling, “what high school me fantasized about.”

“Wait a minute.” Steve sits up. “You had a crush on me?”

You hiss “Yessss,” and lean into Steve’s neck. You peck him and nibble at his skin, enjoying it for a moment before he grabs your shoulders and holds you up and away from him. You whine, pouting.

“Y/n, are you serious?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?”

Steve huffs. “Well I mean, I don’t know why you did. I was a total asshole Y/n, you know that.”

“Well yeah, but…? Your whole macho man, King Steve attitude was like…” you chuckle, “Hot?”

Steve chokes on his breath. “Wow, you have terrible taste in men.”

And you slap his chest. “Hey! No I do not!”

“I mean,” He takes a breath and starts shaking his head, clicking his tongue disapprovingly, “I’m flattered you had taste in me but I’m frankly appalled. C’mon Y/n, King Steve? King Steve?” He grabs your wrists to pull you even closer.

And while you squirm, whining “Stooooop!” and trying (Barely) to get off his lap, you start to laugh.

And Steve does too but manages to quiet himself to say in a lecturing tone, “Y/n, King Steve didn’t deserve you. He didn’t then, and he wouldn't now.”

“Well I know but I just,” you groan, “think about the dominance sometimes!”

“Dominance?”

“Yes!” You scream ‘See, now you’re getting it!’ In your head and shake your wrist and therefore his hands about. “I love this Scoops Ahoy era Steve and I’m sure King Steve would have driven me crazy but like…are you telling me King Steve didn’t take his girls for a ride?” Before he can interject, you put a finger to his lips, his hands still around your wrists. “Not saying Scoops Ahoy Steve can’t take me for a ride cause he does, literally, but I mean is it so bad to wonder what a snooty popular boy would be like?” You lower your voice, “And I’ve heard some stories so I know you weren’t just self-serving and I mean come on, back then generous King Steve was a rarity.”

Steve sighs and lets go of your wrists. He leans back, resting on his arms, and after a moment he reaches and strokes your hair, tucking some behind your ear despite being unneeded.

“You really wanna see what King Steve was like?”

You clap your hands together and nod rapidly.

He groans “Fiiiinneee!” And with one swoop he’s gotten himself between your legs and you on your back? It is certainly a case of whiplash but you’re just chuckling (almost madly) now, holding yourself up on your elbows and trying to get your equilibrium back. “Is this really what you want? You want me to bring the spirit of King Steve back?”

You nod.

He rolls his eyes with a smirk and without looking he goes to reach a hand down your front, using some force to get it past the rim of your jeans.

“Nuh-uh,” you sit up, pulling his hand out before he even really got anywhere, “I want the whole show, Steve.”

“The whole show?”

“Yes! I want the whole show.” You crawl over his lap and tumble onto the floor (a quite common occurrence you and Steve tend to laugh about). Then you get to your shirt, slip it back on, and finally stand as you pluck Steve’s shirt and pants off the ground.

“Y/n…”

You toss his clothes to him, and he begrudgingly puts everything back on….he even puts his shoes back on. The dedication.

“Do it for me? Please?”

He glares softly while standing and trying to put his damn shoe on. He has to stop to really focus, grunting and scolding his stubbornness. It wouldn’t be this hard right now if he had stopped to untie his laces the first time around but he was in such a hurry then he basically slammed his foot against the ground trying to fling his sneaker off.

He even tucks his shirt back into his jeans and swoops down to grab the glasses that were tucked into his collar. He slips them back into place and you’re giggling in the corner with your hands over your mouth. Steve does a twirl in the doorway to see if you’re satisfied, and once you nod he drags his feet back to the front door. He even steps outside and leans in the doorway. He almost has a heart attack when you close the door thinking this was all just some elaborate rouse to get him out, but with a hesitant knock (in a set of three) you swing the door open again and gasp, tucking hair behind your ear.

“Oh! Hey Steve!”

He goes for an inside joke but recalls King Steve would not be such a dork. Then he shoves a hand in his pocket and snaps his fingers into a point at you. “Uh, you got the things, to study, right?”

After a moment, you nod.

“Great, great!” And he steps inside. He looks over to the living room and goes “Oh hey, hows it going Mrs. Henderson? Oh me? I’m doing alright uh, y’know. Actually, Mrs. Henderson, were you at the game Saturday night? You weren't?” Steve clicks his tongue and snaps his fingers. “Ah shoot, that’s a bummer. You know, I would have loved to see you. No, really! You’re an amazing woman, you’re lovely. Ah, anyways — just here to study with your daughter if that’s alright? It is, perfect!”

His eyes dart from you to the lounge chair, and he wiggles his brows at you before putting on a straight face as though the imaginary mother he just had a conversation with is now looking at you. He puts his hand to his forehead and gives ‘her’ a little salute, his eyes following her body. He stops when she presumably walks into the kitchen and behind a wall. And once she’s ‘out of sight’ he walks backward down your hallway.

“Hmm, Y/n? How was that one for size?”

You close your eyes and shake your head, following him. “King Steve screwing girls while their parents were home was such a common occurrence you had to include it as apart of the full experience?”

Steve smirks. He stops as soon as he gets to your door and raises his chin. “Uh, no thank you! We won’t be needing any snacks Mrs. Harrington, I think we’ll do just fine.” He ‘waits’ a moment, pretends he hears nothing, then winks at you.

He opens the door and steps in after you. And the second he closes it your back is against the wood and his arms are wrapped around you. His lips are on yours and to your surprise, they’re moving so slowly, so purposely. Your tense arms relax and rest against his chest, enjoying the closeness, the passion. You grab at his shirt, gently tug, and he steps closer in response, pressing himself into you.

“Oh wow,” you murmur against his lips.

His kisses have always been so quick and so sweet. They’ve been passionate but they’ve had speed, though they haven’t been hurried. They were kisses you could appreciate and embrace, but this is something else.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he stops, bringing his lips to your neck instead. He chuckles into your skin, “Not what you were expecting, is it?”

“No…not exactly.” You lean back. “Are you sure this is specifically King Steve or have you just never shown this side of you before?”

“Mmm,” he kisses you again, “please save all questions for the end of the ride.”

“Too cheesy.”

He leans back. “Was it?” And you nod. “Eh, oh well. Now…are you ready to take a ride on King Steve?”

You cackle, laughing in his face and desperately trying to stop. You bite your lip so hard you swear you might draw blood and eventually you give up, throwing your head back and bumping it against the door while Steve manages to keep a straight face…barely.

He looks away and shakes his head a bit before grunting, “That’s a yes,” and picking you up suddenly. You yelp and cling to him as he puts you down on the bed, standing between your legs and looking down at you with a look in his eyes much more serious than the ones he typically shows.

He leans over you with one hand going down between you to unbutton his jeans, and the other sliding under your back to support you. He kisses you again, just as slow and sensual as the last one. You hear his jeans rustle against the bed sheets as he kicks his jeans down. He chuckles into your mouth at the way he moves his legs to get off his shoes and unstick his jeans from his ankles.

And after that he goes for your jeans, unbuttoning with one hand and teasingly wrapping his fingers around the rim as he lifts himself up to the mattress before finally pulling them down for you. You pull your legs up, knees pointed to the sky, and with his help get them off. He chucks them off to the side before laying over you again, your legs wrapping around his back and maintaining their position as you carefully guide yourselves back to the pillows.

“Mm, babe or baby?” He asks.

“Huh?”

“You want me to call you babe?” He kisses your neck, “or baby?” You Ooo at that. “Babe?” He asks, and you nod rapidly. He chuckles and goes back to your neck. He nips at it and chuckles when you jump upon feeling him rolling his hips into yours. “Fuck babe, look at you…already gettin’ me hard.”

You gasp at the dirty talk (usually you make fun of each other and fuck around in dialogue) and he buries his face in the pillows behind you to keep himself from laughing.

He sits up again, and with your back supported by the pillows, he’s comfortable enough sliding one hand down between your legs, and using the other to tug your shirt off. You help him as best as you can before pulling at his shirt. He stops for a moment (to your disappointment, as you whine feeling the weight of his fingers gone) to take his shirt off and he appropriately chucks it in the designated corner of your room for discarded garments.

And then for the good part…

He sits up, breathing heavily (already) and smirking at you as he looks over your body. He bites his lip and wiggles his brows, the both of you stripped almost as far as you can be.

“You don’t know what you do to me, do you?” He says through his teeth as he grabs your underwear and lifts them up off your legs. He smiles, all giddy and sticking his hand into his briefs to ready himself as he leans forward again, kissing your cheek and jaw. He pulls his briefs as far as he can manage before opting to kick them off, finding success and showing you he’s found it by running himself along your folds.

But before he teases you too much, he freezes and looks around for a moment. His pants are across the room, but then he notices your drawer and with a stretch, he opens it and pulls out a condom (with some blind digging underneath everything else which you put in to avoid being discovered by any nosy family).

He bites his lip and gives a smug smile as he rips open the package with his teeth (carefully, but fittingly) and slides it on.

Then he’s back between your legs sliding himself against you.

“You ready for me?” He whispers in your ear.

And you close your eyes and groan, “Hurry up Harrington,” pulling his hair and making him look you in the eye as you spit out his name.

“Oooh, getting antsy now?” You feel him at your entrance, and your hips jut up eagerly. He raises his brows at you, almost mocking or reprimanding you with his look.

He leans down low, mumbles, “What do we say when we want something?” Into your ear, and strokes himself.

Groaning you say “Please.”

He smirks and pushes into you, the both of you losing your breath as he fills you. You bite your lip and close your eyes, your head pressing deep into the pillow. You moan softly as he begins to thrust into you. It’s painful in your psyche, painful how slow, how agonizingly slow he’s going compared to your usual escapades; which are faster and slicker and he isn’t so much of a tease.

Usually takes longer too with him having to repeatedly put you back in the mood following all of his jokes and ironic ramblings.

Still, you like it.

He goes “Damn Y/n, so tight for me,” and he clicks his tongue in a disapproving manner.

“Fuck,” you breath, “you better hurry up Steve.”

He chuckles, and for just a moment he thrusts his hips forward harshly. “Awe, but we’re just getting started.” He thrusts hard again, holding your hips for leverage and letting himself sit in you as he watches for your reaction. He enjoys the way your lips part and he enjoys the anger in your eyes at him being such a tease.

He leans forward and to keep you from lecturing him into hurrying, he kisses you, lips moving faster and less orderly this time around but it still keeps your mouth shut.

He rolls his hips, thrusting steadily and finding his rhythm. He moans into your mouth, chuckling as you repeat him. “Good God you’re squeezing the shit out of me Y/n.” He grabs the back of your head and guides your chin to his shoulder. You rest your head there and wrap your arms around his neck as he arches his back and actually thrusts faster.

You grip his hair again and hold tight as you moan into his skin. He stops just to lean back and grunt against your lips, “If you want this to last longer I’m gonna need you to not pull my hair, okay babe?”

Your eyes go wide and you almost start laughing.

But he grabs your chin and puts his forehead to yours. “O-kay?”

You bite your lip before humming “Mhmm,” and with a gentle kiss, Steve pushes your head back into place and fucks you again.

His hips rock harder and you both let out little gasps. You close your eyes and he does the same, hooking his chin around your shoulder and taking a hand from your hip to hold onto your back.

Steve pushes his legs out to spread you farther, allowing him to get deeper in you. You let out a strangled moan, and Steve smiles mischievously. He fucks you faster, deeper than he’s been, and he takes his other hand from your hip once you lock your ankles together around his back so he can toy with your clit. He chuckles as your body trembles against his and he groans “You feel so good,” in your ear.

“No you,” you tease, smiling expectantly hoping you’ve made him break. But he shakes his head and keeps his movement steady.

You curse “Dammit” at your failure before letting out a string of high-pitched moans. You cry out, “Fuck, Steve.”

And he insists “Hold on,” as he bucks harder, trying to get you there.

Your whimpering, the bed squeaking, and Steve’s grunting fill the room. Steve sits up some more and focuses his sight on you and the area between you, rubbing you in circles as he bites his lip, determined to help you. You get up on your elbows and watch for a moment before grabbing the back of his head and pulling his lips to yours.

And that’s enough to push him over the edge, his thrusts becoming jittery and staggered as he pulses inside you and cums. He’s surprised at himself, pushing against you to try and pull away and go back to helping you before he has the honor to fully finish.

But his heavy breathing and the way he moves inside you in the peak of his own pleasure is helpful enough, as that hot feeling in your abdomen grows too hot to bare and it bursts. You get even tighter around him and you feel the on-off sensation as you roll your hips instinctively and Steve’s thrusts finally start slowing.

You gasp for breath, separating from the kiss and letting Steve’s head fall to your chest. You kiss the top of his head and run your fingers through your hair, still dealing with the waves of strange pleasure his weight on your abdomen has on your body.

“Whaddya think?” He asks, sitting up though still inside of you.

You wince playfully and run your hand through your hair, unsticking strands from your face. “I could go for some more dialogue.”

Steve hums and nods, agreeing. “Yeah well, usually they’re screaming, so.” He clicks his tongue and tilts his head.

You blink. Then as you cackle and pull your legs out from under him.

“Hey, hey! I’m serious! Y/n, Y/n?!” He tries to get his words through to you, but you just can’t stop laughing, rolling on your side and hugging your stomach.

“Okay, okay, laugh all you want.” Steve sits up and holds his hands up in defense. He bites his lip and slaps his hand down on his thighs, looking around the room and thinking to go and get your clothes from the corner of the room. But when you accidentally kick at him in your laughing fit, he goes “Oh yeah? You think it’s funny?!” And he proceeds to tickle you, kneeling by your side for easier coverage. He tickles you and smiles wide as you scream, laugh, and cry all at the same time.

“Yeah that’s right, now you’re screaming! Now you’re screaming!”

“Y/N?” You and Steve freeze, the familiar voice of your damned little brother coming clear. You kick Steve off of you and he falls right off the bed and thuds like a son-of-a-bitch.

You crawl over to the edge of the bed and mouth ‘OH MY GOD’ at him as he tries to get his balance. He’s rubbing his head and sitting with his junk displayed (not like you’d care) and you’re waving him off in the direction of the corner he threw all of your clothes into.

He does a double take before stumbling to his feet and nearly skidding his knees against your carpet in his effort to get over there. You get off the bed and just as a precaution you lock the door, then roll your wrist for Steve to ‘hurry up’ and get dressed.

He mouths ‘I’M TRYING!’

He tries. He really does. He tries getting his boxer-briefs on and tries hopping on one foot without making a horrid thump every time he lands. He gets them on then does a frantic twirl, mouthing ‘WHERE’S MY PANTS?’

And course you can only shout in a hushed whisper “I don’t know!”

Steve gives a look of warning for actually speaking. He jumps over your bed, finding some items of clothing on the floor and fishing through them before coming up with a casual-enough outfit. You do the same, hopping lightly to get your pants on while making sure that any stray clothes are hidden.

Steve tries to make sure that your sheets aren’t too horribly jumbled.

“Y/n? You in there?” Dustin asks, knocking on the door just as Steve gets his shirt on not backward.

Steve’s eyes go wide and he looks at you for answers. You nod, urging him on as you try to very silently get comfortable and most importantly casual on your bed, some random magazine issue in hand.

Steve unlocks the door and opens it to Dustin’s fist in the air ready to knock again.

Dustin’s taken back a bit, seeing Steve breathing heavily with his hair a bit messy…but there you are on the bed (a neat bed in a neat room) with your legs crossed and focus on a magazine…

“Uhhhh…?”

“Need something kid?” Steve jumps when he sees the rest of Dustin’s party come into frame. “Oh, you uh…? All? Need something?”

You look up with your lips faintly puckered and portraying a look of absolute innocence.

Dustin lowers his chin and looks between Steve and you. “Actually we just decided to hang out here, for the day….and we came to tell you…but then I heard screaming.” Dustin eyes you specifically.

You look to Steve and Steve looks back at the group as he holds onto the door frame. “Nah, no.” He shakes his head, “No screaming here.” He shrugs. “Not that we heard at least.”

Will drops his eyes to the ground.

Lucas chuckles behind his fist.

Mike looks you straight on with his cheeks red and puffed out. When Dustin’s occupied with Steve, you wiggle your brows at Mike…he gets it and almost cackles but plays it off as a horribly wet cough.

You shake your head. “Yup no uh, no screaming around here.” You look out to the window. “I mean, it could have come from outside?” You and Steve shrug together.

“O…kay.” Dustin lowers his chin to his chest. “Just checking…” He squints curiously at you two as he pushes his friends back down the hall. “C’mon you guys.” Steve steps into the hallway and waves, only closing the door once they’re completely in the living room.

Then he turns to you, a smirk on his face.

“‘It could have come from outside?’” He mimics.

You gasp and point. “It could have!”

“‘It could have!’” He mimics again, crawling onto the edge of the bed and sitting on his knees at your feet. You’re both fuming and blushing, and after a moment Steve laughs and lunges forward again, ticking at your sides and sending you into a flailing fit.

While keeping your voice hushed, you ‘scream’ as best as you can to let out the pent up energy. You’re wheezing and coughing and Steve gives you an Eskimo kiss when you’re still enough.

“Now you’re screaming! Now you’re screaming!”

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floorbe · 4 years

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taka x fem!reader x mondo college AU! taka’s poli sci major, reader is music ed, and mondo went to trade school🥺 sorry lol I’m just a SUCKER for au’s that actually let these precious beans live long, happy lives lmaoo

wym AU anon, this is canon right.... right :^(

You are beyond excited. Today was the first day in months you, Taka, and Mondo are able to all get together at the same time. Due to the major differences in your colleges and majors, it was nearly impossible to find a time for you all to meet up. You’d all had to settle for only meeting with one of you at a time (or a three way call, but it just wasn’t the same), if even that, and while you all loved the company regardless, being all together was the best. You all managed to find an entire day (and night! Though they had to leave a little earlier in the morning, but you’ll take what you can get) to yourselves, and you couldn’t be happier.

Bouncing on your feet, you eagerly wait in your living room for them to show up. You had the couch ready, placing many blankets and pillows on it, a bunch of snacks out, and a pile of movies and shows. You could think of nothing better than just snuggling with them on your couch and talking with them about how they’d been, what they’d ben up to, how was their major, and then settling down to watch something and give bad commentary on it. You were practically vibrating with excitement.

*Ding dong!*

Nearly squeaking in happiness, you race to the door and throw it open, revealing Mondo. You throw yourself into his arms, him just barely catching you. He laughs loudly, picking you up and burying his face into your neck. You laugh, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lifts you higher. He carefully walks into your house, still holding you, and kicks the door shut behind him. You lean back, grinning at him, “Hi.”

He smiles amusedly at you, “Hey.” You giggle before crashing your lips together messily, nearly knocking your teeth together because of how eager you were.

He gladly reciprocates, rubbing your sides lightly as your lips move against each other. You feel him smile against your lips, and you can’t help but break the kiss by grinning at him again. Your foreheads press against each other, and you can feel his hair drooping over you head, making you giggle. You’re about to go in for another kiss when the doorbell rings again. Dropping from his hold, you and Mondo fling the door open to see Taka, fist raised, about to knock.

You and Mondo yank him inside, making him yelp as he stumbles into your arms. You nudge the door shut with your foot as you cup his face with your hands, leaning in and locking your lips with his. You can feel him tense up, letting out a little noise of surprise, before he melts into it, lightly resting his hands on your waist, stroking your sides with his thumbs. Your hand moves to run your fingers through his hair, making him hum contently as his lips move against yours.

You hear Mondo clear his throat impatiently from behind you, and you both laugh, separating. Mondo pulls Taka into his arms, leaning down and giving him a kiss on the lips as well. Taka grasps the lapels of Mondo’s coat, and Mondo easily wraps his arms around his waist. You smile at the sight, deciding to go sit down on the couch and wait for them to join you.

You settle down on the cushion as they break away, giving each other one last smile before coming to join you. They sit on either side of you, Mondo draping an arm across yours (and Taka’s, honestly, his arm is so long) shoulders, and Taka taking your hand in his. They scoot close to you, your thighs touching on either side as you spark up conversation on what the others had missed.

Taka talks about his political science class, mostly. He talks about everything he’s learning, and how disgusted he is by modern politicians and their “immoral antics”. He goes on a passionate tangent about how excited he is to learn more about the subjects in his schedule, even if they are about how politicians lie a lot, and how excited he is to start gaining experience. He talks about how his art classes aren’t going too well, “I never took much interest in the arts, however I will do my best to shade any fruit that the teacher asks of me!”

That sparks a laugh from you and Mondo, and the conversation casually transitions into Mondo’s trade school experience, where he almost bashfully admits how he’s actually pretty good at building things. “My teacher says I’m one of the best,” he grins, “My math skills are still shit, but I can build a damn good birdhouse!” You and Taka nearly shout in excitement, congratulating him on his work and nearly demanding to see it next time you all get together. He laughs and agrees to bring you both one of his best birdhouses.

“But, if you ever need help with your math,” Taka reminds him, “Please come to me! I will gladly help you!” Mondo grins at Taka, agreeing to call him up next time he has a problem, making Taka nod, satisfied.

They turn the topic onto you, and you gladly explain your experiences with music ed so far. It’s been tough, but you’re really excited to learn more about it! “I can’t wait to get actual experience,” you admit giddily, “I really can’t wait!” Taka squeezes your hand, happily congratulating you and praising you for your obvious passion in the subject. Mondo agrees, drawing you closer to him slightly and telling you how excited he is to see where you go. He also offers to let you make the official Crazy Diamonds theme song, which you snicker at.

The conversation languidly travels from topic to topic before you’re all sitting in comfortable silence, cuddling close to one another. You offer to turn on a movie, grabbing the remote and scrolling through the movies until one catches someone’s eye. Mondo calls out that he likes the look of the new “Sonic”, and Taka agrees, seemingly enraptured by Sonic’s design. You hit play and lean back into your boyfriends, sighing contently as they scoot even closer to you as the movie begins. Not seeing each other that often may be hard at times, but as you listen to Mondo and Taka rave over Sonic the Hedgehog, you think that days like these make it bearable.

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heartsywritesthethings · 4 years

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Movie Night leading up to Decision

“Why can’t I sit with both of you?” You ask, looking between the two demon brothers. Asmodeus opens his mouth to argue with you, but you nudge him. You can already hear his degrading comment about Mammon, but you won’t allow it to leave his lips. Honestly, Mammon deserves better.

With your free hand, you pat a small spot next to you for him to sit. Mammon hesitates for a moment before squeezing into the space between you and the armrest.

“See? This is perfectly fine. Now I don’t have to worry about being cold during the movie!” You say, trying to keep things positive while the brothers glare daggers at each other.

“Looks like someone is popular.” Satan comments as he walks into the room with Levi being pulled in by his ear.

“Ow. Ow. Owwwww. Make him stop! I don’t want to watch the movie if it’s not one of the Seven Lords!” Levi whines, but his cries land on deaf ears.

“I just wanted some extra company. There’s plenty of room on the couch for the three of us anyways.” You say, shrugging a little bit and settling back into the couch against both of the brothers. Both of the grumble something under their breath, but you elbow them both.

“I’m guessing Mammon didn’t want someone else touching his prized human.” Levi says, rubbing his ear as Satan lets go of him.

“H-Hey! I just didn’t want them boning in the middle of the movie! It would be so gross!” Mammon says, his cheeks flushing slightly. How cute.

“Sure. ” Levi says, absolutely not believing him even though it is completely possible. He turns to you. “Just let me know if they start fighting so I can blog about it. For some reason, my fans really like hearing about my dysfunctional family along with my amazing commentary about manga.”

“They won’t be fighting. Thanks anyways, Levi.” You say with a shake of your head. Although they don’t have the best track record with keeping the peace, you will do your best to make it through this movie. Beelzebub walks in with six bowls balanced on his arms.

“Hey, Beelz! Any popcorn for us?” You ask, and everyone looks at you like you’re crazy. This is Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony, he won’t share his food–

“Oh. For you, yeah.” He says and hands you a bowl.

–with anyone except you. You let him have your dessert for a few nights and he seems to think that means he owes you his life. That’s fine though, you were really craving popcorn anyways. Mammon’s bottom jaw drops as he watches you take a piece of popcorn and pop it into your mouth.

“Uh…how about for me?” Mammon asks, looking up at his brother. Beelz just snorts and sits down on the loveseat by the couch, arranging the bowls on the cushion next to him for easy access. Levi snaps a picture of you with the popcorn bowl and then a picture of Beelzebub.

“This is historical. Beelzebub just shared his food, everyone mark your calendars. Sent.” Levi reads before posting his new update. He sits down in front of the coffee table, face still glued to his phone screen.

“Alright, since we’re all here now, I hope we can all enjoy this movie sent to us by the Celestial Realm. The Chihuahua himself sent us this for us to watch and I think it would be rude to turn him down. ” Lucifer says, turning off the lights and turning on the movie.

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want him tripping over his tail as he cries home to Simeon.” Mammon jokes.

“This is called Christopher Robin, apparently a human saw Luke in the Human realm and mistook him for a toy bear.” Lucifer says as the movie begins.

“A bear? Not a dog?” Mammon asks and then looks at you. “You humans are weird.”

With that last statement, he pokes you in the side, causing you to jump towards Asmodeus. You hope that Mammon doesn’t put two and two together, but that evil grin on his face makes that hope die out pretty fast. Arms tighten around you and you glance up to see Asmodeus with the same devilish grin on his face as well. It seems that whatever argument they had before is gone and forgotten. As the Disney logo flashed across the screen, Mammon grabs your legs and swings them into his lap while Asmodeus takes firm hold of your wrists in one hand.. You’re about to comment to Asmodeus that he must have a lot of practice holding people down when Mammon slides a manicured finger up your left foot. Your giggle is only muffled by Asmodeus’ other hand which clamps over your mouth.

Your eyes widen and you look up at Asmodeus. He catches your gaze and leans down.

“You’d better be quiet, human. Just because we have a pact with you doesn’t mean we have to show mercy.” Asmodeus whispers before planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Your eyes then dart to Mammon since begging to Asmodeus was a lost cause. You shake your head, but he just shrugs and starts to scribble his fingers across your bare feet.

You try to kick and squirm away from them, but their hold is firm and you know you aren’t going anywhere. It makes it worse that they both seem to also watch the movie while they torment you. Mammon regularly switches from harsh scribbles to light delicate tickles, both driving you equally crazy. It is only by pure miracle that you aren’t cackling up a storm with how much this tickles. Well, that and the hand clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet.

“I want a turn,” Asmodeus whispers to his brother and finally the ticklish torment on your feet stops and the hand is removed from your mouth. You take quick gasping breaths, a little dizzy from the lack of air that was allowed in your human lungs. You hardly even register that the two demon brothers are just waiting for you to catch your breath before they can pounce again.

“Don’t laugh” Asmodeus says to you before they both begin their assault. This time, there are four hands assaulting you. Mammon went for your sides and stomach, fingers scribbling wildly over your skin while Asmodeus uses his position to tickle under your arms. Honestly, his request was just too much to ask.

“AHAHAHAH! Wait! Wait STOP! STOHOHOHOHOP! PLEHEHEHEASE!” You laugh, flailing wildly under the ticklish assault. The lights get flipped back on, but the two brothers do not even slow.

“What is going on here?” Lucifer asks, watching from where he stood with his finger still resting on the light switch.

“MAHAHAHAKE THEM STOP! PLEHEHEHEASE! EEK!” You beg, squeaking as Mammon’s fingers drift over your belly button.

“Humans are so incredibly sensitive. We were just having some fun.” Asmodeus says, his fingers flittering over your neck and your ears, making you squeal and scrunch up against him.

“Did you try her feet already?” Satan asks calmly from the loveseat, just watching, not at all helping.

“SAHTAN! PLEASE! AH NO!” You shriek. Mammon puts his index finger in your navel, making you screech and buck up against him.

“Wow, she’s worse than you, Mammon.” Lucifer says, and you swear you can see just the hint of a smile on his face. You can’t really get a good look since you’re in ticklish hell.

“I can look up some techniques so you guys don’t accidentally kill her.” Levi said, oh so helpfully from the floor. Was he taking pictures of this?!

“Just feel lucky that Beelz isn’t joining the fun.” Satan scoffs, shivering at just the thought.

“LUCKy?! AH! AHAHAHA I CAHAHAHAN’T BREEHEHEHEHEATHE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH EEEE!” you continue. Great, Asmodeus found out just how ticklish your upper ribs are by your chest. Of course he would find that spot.

Finally, the torment stops. It seems like it lasted for so long. Too long. You melt into giggles on Asmodeus’ lap and the couch.

“I donno about y'all, but I like this a lot more than a movie night.” Mammon says, shooting you a wink. You just stick your tongue out at him. Asmodeus slowly rakes his fingers through your hair.

“Me too. Shall we make this a weekly event?” Asmo says, looking up at your brothers. All of them seem to be in agreement.

“Wait–” You begin.

“As long as everyone gets equal opportunity. It wouldn’t be fair otherwise.” Lucifer says with a small nod. You look at him in dismay. What betrayal.

“So, who wants to take bets? Fifty Grimms to whoever can get her to laugh the hardest!” Mammon calls out. This is going to be a long night.

#obey me #tickle fic #asmodeus #mammon #satan #lucifer #leviathan #beelzebub #ticklish mc #GA babe #submission

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Too Late To Turn Back Now - Epilogue

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter

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One Year Later

Elide had taken off her heels long before they walked down the hall to their penthouse. The champagne in her blood from the countless toasts at Fenrys and Nehemia’s rehearsal dinner was losing its touch and she felt clear-headed as she unlocked the door and dropped her shoes and mother of pearl minaudière.

Her clutch matched the drop pearl necklace she wore, her accessories simple with her dress. A light lilac silk number with a ruched bust that looked beautiful on her, like a liquid as it clung delicately to her curves. The colour of her almond-shaped acrylics – just long enough to scratch his scalp the way he liked when she played with his hair – matched her dress as well.

“Baby!” she called, spinning around as Lorcan shut the door behind him. He smiled and she felt her lips – painted a dark berry that was stark against her pale complexion – pull up into an intimate grin.

They lived in Orynth now. Elide had quit her job as a prosecutor basically the day they returned from the Northern Isles and when she had gotten an offer as a child advocacy attorney in Orynth, they’d both agreed that she should take it.

Elide had moved to Orynth nine months ago and they stayed separated as Lorcan finished his articling and then snagged a position with Crown Counsel in their new city.

“Princess,” he replied, his voice deep and smooth as he wrapped his arm around her waist and his hands slid down to the curve of her ass. It sent a shiver down her spine. “You looked nice tonight.”

“’Nice’?” she repeated, fake ire in her dark eyes. “That’s all you have to say? I look nice?”

Lorcan rolled his eyes as she went on, chiding him for his ‘lukewarm’ compliment as she put it. With a sigh, he cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking over the apple of her cheek, “Darlin’, you look beautiful, as always. Absolutely stunning. Drop-dead gorgeous. A fuckin’ goddess. Exquisite.” His other hand splayed over her lower back and his thumb circled over her tattooed wyvern’s tail. Due to the slinky, low-cut back of her dress, her tattoos were on full display, something she never would’ve done a year ago.

He switched to Ozuye, praising her in the language she loved so despite only understanding the basics. A pleased, soft grin appeared over her mouth and Lorcan leaned down, resting his brow against hers. “Is that sufficient, your Highness?”

“I think it’ll do,” she whispered, tilting her chin up and kissing him so softly, her hands coming up to cup his face, her fingertips resting elegantly on his stubbled cheeks. With a happy little gasp, she pulled back, “Will you make me food?”

He laughed, his head tipping back. Elide giggled, eyes tracking her boyfriend’s joyful expression. “Yeah, princess, I’ll make you food. What do you want?”

“Ooh remember that pasta you made, like, a week-ish ago? That,” she said, almost buzzing from her excitement. "Please."

Lorcan chuckled and leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips, “Ok. Let me change and I’ll do it.” Before he could lead her to their room on the second floor, she stopped him, wiping her lipstick from his lips.

“It’s not your shade. Clashes with your suit and skin tone,” she told him, patting his cheek, and letting him tug her behind him.

Entering their bedroom, they found a nest of blankets on their bed, though it had been made before they left. Elide squealed lightly, “Hell, baby!” A furry head popped up, icy blue eyes bright even in the darkness of their room.

Lorcan chuckled as Elide scooped up the Husky puppy – named Hellas – and cradled him close. “I told you he’d be lonely,” she accused him, frowning as she bounced the bundle in her arms. It never failed to make him smile when he remembered just how soft her soft spot for fluffy, little animals was.

“And I told you Mia would kick both our asses for bringing him,” he answered her mildly, taking off his suit jacket and tossing it onto the armchair in the corner. He loosened his tie and went to change while Elide spoke quietly to their pet, his paws swiping the air above him.

By the time he was changed into sweats and a cut off t-shirt, Elide had done nothing except move to the balcony, holding Hellas so that he could look over the glittering city. She held one of his paws, pointing out various sights. Lorcan walked to her, freezing as he approached the threshold of the sliding glass door, unable to think of anything else but when Elide would hold their child like that.

Kids were… abstract to them. They were both fairly young and neither felt any pressure to produce any offspring. Creator damn him, they weren’t even married. The ring in his pocket was practically burning a hole through his sweatpants, taunting him.

“Princess,” he said, his voice low, “I’m gonna get your food started. You want anything else?”

Elide spun neatly, smiling brightly as he reached for the dog and put him down after kissing the top of his head. “Nope! I’m gonna pop in the shower and I’ll be down soon,” she said, resting her hand on his chest as she rose on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek and then thumbed off the mark her lips made. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” he murmured, patting her ass, “c’mon, go on.”

“Someone’s eager to get me wet and naked,” she said, voice cheeky and sultry all at once as she winked.

He leveled her with a flat look and her cackle, indicating she was pleased with the reaction he’d given her, followed her as she waltzed into the master bath, her hips swaying hypnotically.

Lorcan hadn’t been sure when he would ask her, but tonight was perfect.

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Elide toweled her hair dry after changing into a crewneck from her alma mater and a pair of her boyfriend’s boxers. Hair damp, she threw it up in a messy bun as she walked down the stairs, able to see Lorcan at the stove, his back to her.

Hellas was curled on the staircase landing and she scooped the three-month old puppy up, putting him on his feet. He bounded down the stairs, tail wagging as his nails clicked on the hardwood floors. Lorcan leaned down, not taking his eyes off the saucepan to scratch Hellas’ belly when the dog practically threw himself down at Lorcan’s feet and whined softly.

Elide laughed softly and walked down the rest of the stairs, crossing the open-plan floor of their apartment. She stopped by the wine cooler, browsing for a moment before choosing a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, one that paired well with the creamy and rich pasta alla vodka she loved.

They didn’t speak as she sat herself on a barstool that opposed the stove, set in their kitchen island. Lorcan smiled as she passed him his glass and sipped lightly, nodding at the flavour. “Solid choice, babe.”

Elide laughed at his commentary and drank from her own glass, moaning softly, “If this wine was a person, would you be mad if I left you for them?”

“Like I wouldn’t be the one to leave,” he snorted, lifting the wooden to her lips. “Taste.”

It was delicious, buttery, tomato-y, creamy, rich – “Oh, fuck that’s good. This is, like… head worthy.”

“Keeping it classy as always, are we, Lochan?”

“Only way I know how,” she said, wiggling her brows as she took another sip of her wine, the slightly acidic notes and citrusy undertones cutting through the velvety heaviness of the sauce. “This is the life, you know.”

“Oh, really? Elaborate, if you will, princess,” Lorcan drawled, expertly tearing leaves from the basil plant they had on the black marble countertop and chopping them up, the sharp knife merely a flash of silver.

“Cute dog, lovely apartment, a pretty man to make me pasta whenever I ask for it… every girl’s dream,” she said. “I’m a very lucky gal.”

His eyes softened, the shade of his irises melting into liquid obsidian. Lorcan spoke, his voice quiet, “I like to think I’m the lucky one.” There was a certain intimate happiness, domestic bliss to have her bare faced, hair messy, wearing an old, faded sweater and underwear. Gods, he loved her.

Elide’s face softened as well, her grin small. “I suppose we’ll have to agree to disagree,” she whispered, running the tip of her index finger over the rim of her glass.

Soon enough, Lorcan placed her dish and a fresh glass of wine before her on the little table. They were on their living room balcony, their dog curled up inside on the L-shaped couch, his snout tucked against his side.

Elide had her feet in Lorcan’s lap, her legs stretched out beneath the table. As they ate, he kept one hand on her right ankle, thumb steady over scarred flesh as he traced gentle patterns over the mangled skin.

They talked about absolutely everything and utterly nothing at the same time as they ate, wrapped up in their own little world.

When the dishes were clean, the bottle of wine empty, Lorcan cleared the table, his heart practically throwing itself against his ribcage, similar to how a wave would smash against a cliff, over and over, harsh, and vicious each time.

Elide noticed it as he pulled her into his lap, but he didn’t give in to the feel of her stare on his face. Instead, he kept his gaze on the city. Despite the late time – far past midnight – it was still bustling. “What’s wrong?”

Her fingers ghosted over his face, gripping his chin, and turning his head to her. “Baby?”

“I have a question for you.”

“Don’t hold me in suspense,” she quipped, whatever had been clouding her eyes in worry dissipating.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” Elide said, a look of confusion passing over her face.

“And I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he continued, smiling as tears sprung up in her eyes and she realized. Lorcan dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out the ring, a simple silver band and a kite-cut black diamond.

“Oh,” she gasped, her hand coming to rest on her throat.

“Every day, I want with you. Remember a while back, you had gone out with the girls and I came to pick you up and you asked me why you?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, biting the inside of her cheek. “You didn’t say anything.”

“Because I didn’t know why, I just knew. Nothing else, nobody else makes sense, except for you. You’re the only person I want to commit marriage fraud with, the only person I’d make pasta for at,” he glanced at his watch, a rough chuckle escaping his lips, “…3:27am. Marry me.”

“That’s not a question,” she whispered, smiling so widely, her nose scrunching up. “Not exactly giving me oodles of options.”

“Do you need them,” he questioned her, raising a brow as his heart lodged itself in his throat.

“No, I don’t need them. Of course, I’ll marry you. Yes, yes, yes,” she said, sitting up to straddle his lap as he took her hand and slid the ring on her finger. “Perfect fit.” Her hands gently cupped his face, like they always did before she kissed him.

Her lips were soft against his, slow and searching as his rough hands gripped her thighs. Elide deepened the embrace as she looped an arm around his neck and fisted her other hand in his shirt, holding him tight to her.

Lorcan obliged her demand, pulling her closer with his arms around her slim waist. Elide nipped his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth and caressing it with her tongue before letting go. He let loose a groan, looking up at her with lidded eyes.

Elide brushed his hair back from his brow, “Do you think Fen and Mia are going to yell at us for getting engaged on their wedding day?” They would keep it quiet, of course, not at all wanting to take away from their friends’ day. But their group were a perceptive bunch and even if she didn’t wear her ring, they would sniff it out somehow.

Especially Aelin and Rowan. They were like Gossip Girl, secrets just went to them, like moths to a flame.

Lorcan shrugged and stood up, wrapping her legs around his waist, his hands sliding to lock beneath her ass. “They’ll yell at us for doing it today and yell at us for not telling them. There’s no good option.”

She laughed, tilting her head back as he walked them to their bedroom. “We are a loud bunch, hmm?”

“Just a bit.”

Elide smiled down at him and Lorcan thanked the gods for her, for the chance to make her smile like that every day for the rest of their lives.

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