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dememetor · 3 years

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HEY HEY HEY

I love your writing, can I please get jealous hcs for anyone? Please include suna thi he's my latest brainrot hAHA

hi, thanks for the request! and suna brainrot?? bitch me too the fuck. anyways, hope you enjoy~

(also sorry this is kinda late, i've rewritten iwaizumi and bokuto ones a million times)

Haikyuu boys when they're jealous

characters suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou, kenma kozume

warnings none but i'm probably gonna say fuck at some point

Suna Rintarou

he tries to be chill about it, he does

it hurts his ego to be this clingy but god

he can't help but to feel that sour sting of jealousy when he sees another guy approaching you

at first will only take a quick glance from afar, just to check if the guy is bothering you, and then promises himself to stay out of your business

well he doesn't

once he decides the guy has lost talking-to-y/n-alone privilege, he will nonchalantly make his way towards you, one hand in his pocket, other sneaking its way to your shoulder, resting his elbow and giving the poor boy a menacing look

he can be pretty intimidating too with that eyeliner and all

(but that look only works on people that don't know him well, he tried it on atsumu once and the latter just laughed in his face)

not the type to be openly jealous but when he sees someone blatantly flirting with you he will start to give you the Glance

blinks slowly (you know, like that one blonde haired guy gif) and looks at you through raised eyebrows as if to say hey babe, i love you and i trust you. what the fuck tho

and when the guy starts being borderline creepy he'll appear between you - and i mean literally will inject himself between you two and strike a conversation with you as if nothing weird happened

they usually get the hint, but this one guy tried to go around him, still rambling about whatever and suna literally turned on his heel and said "come again?" with such unrivaled coldness, his eyes exuding just sheer fucking spite

but like i said, unless the other guy is asking for it, he's not the type to start a direct confrontation

will take you by the hand and leave without much thought because he simply doesn't have the time for that shit

he might seem grumpy afterwards but a couple of soft kisses usually do the trick

soft kisses which are followed by a breathless make out session with you on his kitchen counter because he still wants you to know you're only his

Kuroo Tetsurou

this little bitch

never gets jealous

and i mean never

once pretended he was jealous just to make you feel better (??? his logic? unparalleled) but once you found out you beat his ass

loves it when you get jealous though (he thinks it's cute)

sometimes he does get insecure, but he shows it in an unusual way

like if you've been talking to someone, smiling at your phone for a while he'll just get up and randomly do a couple puhs-ups, start flexing his muscles and shit

all while you're looking at him like,,

"babe, what are you doing"

"oh i didn't think you'd notice me there. since you're on your damn phone all day"

"...are you my mom?"

nah he'll be fine (will steal your phone though)

also it's the funniest thing when he sees someone trying to flirt with you

he will literally walk over there, introduce himself (not mentioning he's your boyfriend) and act really interested in the conversation

he plays this game where he tries to see how long will it take the guy to realise you two are together (longest time: 24 minutes, record holder: yahaba shigeru)

whenever the guy asks you something he will interrupt you and answer for himself as if the guy were flirting with him

"so, like what do you do in your free time?"

"not mu-"

"oh i love taking long walks on the beach, especially during sunsets. i really think it is healthy for the mind and the soul, not to mention quite romantic too. don't you too love sunsets, kevin?"

at one point kevin will have had enough of it

"i was talking to y/n alone here"

"aw don't worry, you're not bothering me"

he is such a pain in the ass

why can't he just be normal

Iwaizumi Hajime

rational, mature, i love him

seriously, he is the bestest boy and he will treat you so well because he trusts you and respects your friendship with other guys as well

but on those rare occasions when he does get jealous,, oh boy

first of all, the PDA skyrockets, he has to have his arm around you at all times - around your shoulder? on your waist? in your backpocket? his hand's been there done that

not in any way possesive but will be really annoying unless you give him your full undivided attention that day

he lets himself be selfish a bit, after all he is your boyfriend he can have you all to himself for a day, right?

jealous sex with him? better prepare a wheelchair cause you want be able to walk straight tomorrow

sees a boy trying to flirt with you? tries not to make a scene but absolutely will throw the first punch if he needs to

one day he was having a particularly rough time at practice and all he wanted to do was lose himself in your arms and fall asleep to the feeling your fingertips tangled in his hair

and then he saw this?? guy? (the audacity!) laughing with you after telling some dumb joke and let me tell you - iwaizumi wasn't having any of it

he came up to you from behind, wrapped his arms around your waist and planted a small kiss on the crook of your neck

"when are we going home, love?"

and he gives him the calmest yet most fear inducing stare from behind you

and suddenly the pattern on poor boy's pants starts to look awful lot like piss stain

it is actually kinda hot how one single look from him can cause such a reaction

"he was just asking about english homework babe"

"yeah that's what they all say"

Bokuto Koutarou

gets jealous so so easily

it is actually fascinating

will get mad at otome games

"what does jumin han have that i don't???"

god forbid you pay attention to your pet more than him (btw you have a golden retriever and his name is bean)

you're sitting on the couch cuddling with your dog, scratching his ears, ruffling his fur and all that, and there he is, your clingy boyfriend, snuggling right next to you, demanding you play with his hair too

so dramatic

"you smiled at him... the way you used to smile at me..."

"bokuto, he's a dog"

the only guy he trusts 100% to be around you is akaashi, even kuroo is on thin ice

but him and akaashi are something else, one time you three had a sleepover and you felt like you were the third wheel

will act like a tough serious boyfriend in front of others, especially your other guy friends but in reality will look for affection immediately after

oh while we're at it - jealous bokuto kisses? are the best kisses

will also force you to wear one of his shirts for the rest of the day

my poor man is so touch starved so when he feels insecure or jealous he will look for comfort in things like holding your hand, nuzzling your neck or giving forehead kisses

but later that day, when you two are sitting on the couch cuddling he will quietly ask you something along the lines of "you still think i'm pretty, right?"

you can feel him all over you - his hands are creeping down your waist, he's pulling you in, deepening the kiss until all you can see, think and feel is him

he wants to show you exactly how much he wants you and what you were missing out on while you weren't paying attention to him

and it shocks you for a moment because you didn't realise just how much that one short moment of jealousy actually stayed with him

you have to reassure him he's the most beautiful boy you have ever met, and not only that, but also the funniest and the most caring person as well, and that you would never leave his side no matter what happened

and as much as he loves getting praised he always gets embarrassed, so he just smiles in return, but he is also happy to know you're there for him and you don't think he is too much

Kenma Kozume

it depends on his mood honestly

sometimes he doesn't mind it even if the other guy is flirting with you and sometimes will get pissy if you smile at the cashier

but when this boy gets really jealous oh my GOD

he is just like bokuto if not worse; he just hides it so well

one time you went grocery shopping with him and spent the entire time texting your friend who had just told you she was visiting your city

and he got so offended

you didn't even notice it until later that day when you came home and he suddenly refused to cuddle with you

silent treatment

lifts his nose and ignores you, only giving you dirty side glances from under the eye

such a massive sense of pride in those 170 cm even oikawa would be impressed

in my country there's a saying "it's in the smallest bottle that the poison lies" and honestly? yeah

at some point you realise why he's acting like that and you start teasing him

"i am not jealous i am just mildly irritated" is the only thing he deems necessary to say before going back to being unnecessarily pissed

he reminds you of an angry cat

it's kind of amusing seeing him like this but you were also getting real tired of his shit

don't even try bribing him (you tried buying him over with a ps5 but he just looked at you unimpressed, disgusted that you think so low of him)

the only thing he will accept is a sincere apology

if it's sincere or not is up to him to decide, obviously

which can lead to quite some bickering

will try to get you to beg but please have dignity, if you do it once he will make you do it every time

yeah generally a lttle shit but his kisses after making up are just as eager as yours so

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yelenasdog · 3 years

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heavy is the head that wears the crown (mob!arvin russell x fem! pastor’s daughter! reader)

genre: angst+fluff

summary: arvin had always heard the saying “heavy is the head that wears the crown” but never truly understood what it meant. not until now

words: 4.06k

warnings: since this is based off of a tdatt, family death, mentions of death, mentions of mobs, kissing, marriage, murder, smoking, suicide, cancer and i think that’s it. it’s also kinda melodramatic, and i haven’t watched tdalt in a while so a lot could be plot inaccurate also idk anything abt the mob or mafia so like dont k*ll me thx i just like joe pesci

a/n: first, i owe the amazing concept of mob!arv to @kelieah ! so go follow her for more mob!arvin goodness!! basically i’m obsessed w 90s mob movies and watched goodfellas and casino and few too many times lately and oops here we r! i tried to write this from the narrator in tdatt’s view, so if u wanna read it like that then cool! btw the pic w the dress is just an idea of the dress reader is wearing not what she looks like! ok enjoy i’ll stop rambling

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“So, Arvin. I was told you paint houses? That true?”

Arvin hesitated, opening his mouth and closing it again. He wasn’t a painter, no, he killed people. For a price, that is.

But rather than saying no, the jab in his side from his uncle told him to answer otherwise.

“Yes, sir. It is.”

The Pastor nodded, taking a drag from his cigar, imported all the way from Cuba. He then placed what was left of the long stick in the crystal tray in front of him, the tapping of it on the reflective surface seeming almost deafening.

“Can all your family be traced down to one place, son?”

Arvin gulped, avoiding his eyes, darting his own around the heavily decorated room. Another jab to his side. He winced, meeting the older man’s eyes. He may not know much about the life he was about to enter, but he knew enough about what that meant.

“Yes, sir. They can be, minus my father and my mother. They’re gone.”

Not even a full beat of silence later, the Pastor spoke.

“How’d he die?”

Arvin was taken aback, though he knew that question was coming. His jaw clenched, as did his fist by his side. If the Pastor noticed, he didn’t speak on it, barely lifting his eyes from the document resting on his desk.

“Suicide, after the war.”

“And your mother?”

He took his lip in between his teeth, feeling the skin break, the tears well in his eyes for reasons he would excuse as the pain he was inflicting.

“Cancer. It happened when I was young, I didn’t barely even know her.”

The pastor looked up, slimming his eyes. This time he did notice the glimmering droplets, welling up in his chestnut colored eyes, threatening to fall. He appreciated the boy’s attempt to keep his emotions in check in front of his would be superior, leaning back into his chair.

“It’s alright, boy. You’re allowed to cry, it was your mother.” His southern accent was thick like molasses, his words drawing out. Arvin still felt that it wasn’t acceptable, though, so he only sniffled and directed his chin further up towards the ceiling. He stood there for a while, nerves running through his every cell. It was electric, like white lighting making its way through his veins at a painstakingly slow pace.

“Right then.”

The pastor stood, walking towards Arvin and his uncle. His expensive loafers tapped along the cold floor as he went, the sound pestering to the ears of Arvin, taunting him. He reached a soft hand out, which the boy standing opposite to him gladly took. He observed how the Pastor’s hand was without scars, calluses. Anything that would point to evidence of him being a killer, doing his own dirty work (or “the Lord’s work” as he liked to put it).

“Welcome to the family, son.”

And as Arvin smiled widely and shook his hand with an iron grip, he began to wonder what his new life would entail doing the “Lord’s work”.

He thought he had a pretty good idea, but boy, was he wrong.

“So, how’d it go?”

It was later, and Arvin was sitting with one his most favorite people, Y/n. The pair were resting in an open field, the wildflowers around her just almost competing with the beauty she held. He bashfully looked to the dirt under his shoes, noticing how only inches away, her hands picked at the damp grass.

“Went well, I think. He told me I’m ‘part of the family now’.”

She smiled at him, and in that moment with her hair so widely astray, and wearing that pale blue dress he adored so much, Arvin’s heart felt a certain emotion he hadn’t necessarily felt for someone at this multitude before. He had felt it for Lenora, his mother, his aunt and uncle. But it was different, then. Because now as he sat with her by his side, his love for her was realized at its full potential.

She began to ramble on, congratulating him on becoming a member of her father’s so called “family”, telling him how proud she was. He couldn’t keep focused on the sweet words that were falling from her lips like honey, though, as he was too caught up in his own head, his own thoughts.

“Arv?” She asked, voice laced with slight concern, but mostly with curiosity.

“Sorry, darlin’. Just thinking.”

She blushes, it’s the first time he’s called her that before. She tries to carry on conversation, though with her heart beating through that pretty dress of her’s, it was a bit difficult.

“About what?” She questioned, doing her very best not to pry too far, to be invasive in the very reserved Arvin’s mind.

Truthfully? He was promising himself that he would marry her one day, make her his wife. But telling her that he was only thinking “‘bout the future” would have to do. I mean, truthfully, he really was!

So he answered her, and she was content with said answer, abandoning the subject and returning to many praises for Arv. The standards for the “family” were high, and though she believed in him fiercely, she knew that at his core Arvin was the sweetest soul she’d ever met, and she was skeptical he could put that aside to do whatever the job would require.

“Arvin?”

He looked up, and she nearly lost her breath. It was Arvin’s sunkissed skin, tanned from working under the hot sun, the beams beating down on him. Or perhaps it was the freckles that lightly dusted his crooked nose, like a constellation from the cosmos above. Maybe even it was the mop that sat on his head, the color all the same of those sweet brown eyes of his. Whatever it was, she felt it could only mean one thing.

Y/n Y/l/n was confident she loved Arvin Russell.

“Hmm?” He asked, tilting his head like a confused canine. Adorably endearing, she thought.

And though she had much to say, she was afraid that if he were the dog in question, then the puppy had got her tongue, so to say.

“Y/n/n?” The boy said, nudging her with his elbow, making a melodious giggle erupt from her chest. “What, cat got your tongue?” Arvin teased, and she only shook her head and smiled, as he had no idea how correct he really was.

“You could say that.”

The two shared laughs over the exchange, and at some point (neither of them are quite sure when, how, or who leaned in first), their lips connected in a short and sweet kiss. It seemed that it only lasted for a moment, and as soon as they pulled apart, Arvin and Y/n both were dying for more.

But they resisted, Arvin reaching out a cautious hand to entangle with hers. She bashfully grinned, as did he (though he did his best to resist).

“Y/n, I really like you.” He had said, his thumb running small circles upon her skin. “And correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you like me too.” He laughed, nervous notes to the sound.

“And well, I was wondering if you’d like to be my girlfr-”

And with a light groan, Y/n had wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing both of them to the ground. She connected their lips, the kiss so oddly blunt, an attack on his lips that he had no plan of fighting off. His hands found her hair, and her’s moved to the sides of his face, holding him so tightly, as if she was afraid he would let go.

“Yes.” She pulled away panting, her lips swollen, his flushed. “Yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend, Arvin.”

They smiled as bright as the setting sun above them, and Arvin pulled her close as she buried her face in the warm crook of his neck. They stayed like that ‘till the sun went down and the stars came out of hiding, the cool summer breeze blowing around them. They both still felt it, then, the love they had only just began to realize was there. And they would continue to feel it for years to come.

Like when Arvin would get back from a job, sometimes with blood splattered on his crisp white shirts, his dirty work getting, well, dirty. She would slowly peel it from his body, taking care to make sure he wasn’t hurt. She would do her best to wash the crimson stains from the fabric, sighing if it was seeming to be of no use. Arvin would come up behind her where she was working at the sink, wrapping his strong arms around her middle and resting his head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Arv,” she would start, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face, “damn thing won’t budge.” Arvin would just chuckle, reaching up a gentle hand, gentle only for her, to tuck the hair behind her ear, quietly speaking.

“Well I think it looks pretty good, darlin’. It’ll do just fine.” He would spin her around to face him, and pepper small kisses on her skin, smiling at her reaction. And if he was hurt, she would take care to use a warm washcloth, wiping the scarlet splatters from his creamy complexion.

The juxtaposition of the shades was always bewildering for her, oddly beautiful in a way. She never said so, though, only muttering praises of how proud she was, how strong he is, things like that. And Arvin would watch her, honey colored eyes following her as she moved about to fix him right up. No pain would have any real effect on him, not when she was there to reassure him, make him whole again.

As Arvin moved up in their small town world, in the “family”, he remained just as kind, just as gentle. Nothing really changed, no, only the lines on his forehead deepening and the crows feet becoming darker when he smiled; And Y/n’s role, as well. She stopped cleaning him up, stopped trying to rid his shirts of bloody reminders of his living. Arvin seemed to no longer be “painting walls’, but rather making sure jobs were done, everyone was staying in their places.

And things led to another, and all of a sudden Y/n and Arvin were moving into a big house, bigger than Arvin had ever even been in before. Deals and arrangements were made, settlements too.

One regular Tuesday, Arvin came home from what Y/n could tell had been a long, long, day. He was exhausted, but had this unmistakable look of excitement and joy plastered to his face. He had come in bursting through the door, not even taking off his hat or overcoat before making his way over to Y/n and kissing her silly.

“Well hello to you, too, Arv.” She laughed, amusement and curiosity both equally swirling around in her brain, wondering what could possibly have inspired this behavior.

“Things are happening, sweetheart, good, good things.” He took her hands in his, briefly shaking them before planting a kiss to them and walking away, a big smile on his face. And truth be told, not that she would admit it, it scared the Hell outta her. She wasn’t quite sure as to why, but something was itching at her brain, warning her that whatever was brewing wasn't a good thing. But nevertheless, she maintained her grin, painted lips never faltering.

The next day, when the “good things” were supposed to be happening, Arvin was seriously wondering why on God’s green Earth he had expected this to be easy.

“Come again, son?”

Arvin swallowed, shifting on his feet. He mentally scolded himself for ending up in this position again, standing in front of the Pastor’s desk, all kinds of confused. But it had to be this way, it was for the best, he knew. The sun shone through the window above the desk in front of him, right into his eyes, nearly blinding him. The Pastor didn’t really care, though.

“I’m asking for your blessing to ask Y/n’s hand in marriage, sir.”

The older man slowly nodded in understanding, taking a long drag from the expensive cigar between his fat fingers, the gold ring on his pinky also shining brightly under the harsh sun’s light.

“I just thought that after our arrangement-”

“Arvin, I don’t regret making you an heir, I don’t.” He stated, blowing out a long stream of smoke. “Hell, I can feel something big and bad coming, boy, you understand? I know God’s will is holding out on us, on this family. But it’s running thin.”

The young man clenched his jaw, internally cringing on what that might mean to the family, for the family, what it meant for Y/n. He bit his tongue, feeling the iron seep onto his taste buds.

“And I know those damn Teagardins are plotting, they’re plotting for our downfall. Making you next in line is something they won’t see coming, and I trust it’ll stay that way. But I don’t quite understand

“Well I love your daughter, I love her so much that it hurts. And if worst comes to worst…” he stopped, his bottom lip wavering for a moment, trying to carefully dance around the different outcomes of this conversation. “I feel I’ll be better able to protect her if we’re married, if she’s truly mine.” That part might have been a lie. Y/n has never been his, never would be. She was her own person, outside Arvin, outside the family. It was what he loved about her above all else.

The Pastor was quiet for a moment contemplating his response, calculating it.

“Would you die for her?”

“Yes.” The answer came without thought, it was automatic for Arvin.

The Pastor smiled widely, lifting his arms.

“So, when’s the wedding, Arv?

Turns out, it was exactly a year, a month, and 6 days until Y/n and Arvin would tie the knot. Arvin had spent time, waiting to find the perfect moment to ask her the big question. He had decided on a night where the moon was bright and the sky was clear. They sat together in what they had donned “their” field, the greenery around them rustling in the wind. Though he was nervous, he had delivered a stunning speech that had taken poor Y/n’s heart by force. It ended up with both of them crying like babies and a shiny ring on Y/n’s finger.

The wedding itself had taken place on a beautiful summer’s day, and Y/n had worn a pretty white dress that had made Arvin almost faint when he saw her, standing there on her father’s arm. She was all decked out in the most expensive diamonds and pearls, courtesy of her father, making her shine like a crystal of sorts.

It was the best night of her life, Arv’s too. But the joy they had felt must have an inevitable end, as the worst night (Arvin’s too) was soon to follow.

It had been an ambush, the death of the Y/l/n family. The death toll had managed to wrack up every member immediate member of the esteemed mob family, including the Pastor, his wife, and their two sons. A bomb planted in the trunk of their Cadillac that had gone off, placed there by who knows.

When Arvin had heard, his immediate reaction was to thank God that Y/n had decided to stay with him that day, to go lay in the fields just the two of them. Immediately after she had been told, she had fallen into Arvin, her entire body weight being put into his arms. Sobs wracked through her frame, her tears dampening Arvin’s yellow button up.

Once she had “come to”, Y/n had grown to be furious rather than sad. As when you look at the lineage of her family, look at the ranks of the mob and who’s to rise to power when the one in front of them dies, well Arvin was right after Y/n’s big brother, Jamie.

And Y/n had loved her big brother, she had loved him very much and would like to believe that Arvin, her sweet, sweet Arvin, would never do anything of that multitude just to satiate his hunger and appetite for power. The hunger for power she wasn’t even aware he possessed. But how in the Hell was she even supposed to be sure?

“I want to believe you, Arv, I do. But I can’t! It don’t make any damn sense, Arvin!”

“You really think that low of me, Y/n/n?”

Y/n had been shouting, trying to confront him for a crime he hadn’t committed. But Arvin was calm as he spoke, his eyes only watering and his voice only bordering on wavering. Y/n reached a trembling hand to her scalp, pulling lightly on her roots. The tears slipping down her face were hot and salty and she hated it so much.

“What else am I supposed to think?” She lifted an arm, sniffling before putting her other one on her waist, the blue of her dress, the same dress Arvin adored so much, just barely matching what was to become of her mood. She was started to regress, the red hot anger from before transforming to a stormy blue of unsure waters.

“My whole family is dead, and it just so happened that you asked me to stay with you the day they died! My whole family is dead!” She screamed, her voice a crescendo of sorts. “And everyone is clean, Arv, except you. You got the motive, you got the alibi, I’ll give you that much.” She paused, briefly wiping her nose and looking to the blank wall to the left of her father’s office. “It’s funny;” she dryly chuckled, and Arvin looked up.

“You went from doing my daddy’s dirty work to gettin’ some poor bastard to do your own. Ironic isn’t it?”

Arvin stepped towards her, pain twisting his insides up to see his best girl afraid of him, cowering away from his touch.

“You still have me, Y/n. I’m your family.”

She looked to her feet and back to him, shaking her head.

“No, Arv. You’re not. And you will be sorry for what you did to him, to all of them. You will be.” She said, walking away with her heels clicking heavily on the wooden floors. Arvin stood still for a while, not quite sure where to go next. But it dawned on him as the stained glass shone down on his feet in the most poetic manner, that he was already there.

So he dragged his feet along with him, breaths ragged and short, his head slowly tilting up towards the glorious light. He only had to go a few feet, before he sat down in the old leather chair, the only emotions he felt being those of an imposter. He thought back to all the nervous conversations he’d had with the pastor while he was sitting in that chair, a trembling Arvin usually standing opposite, awaiting instruction.

He darted his eyes across the mahogany surface in front of him, looking at all the various things that he only could associate with Y/n’s father. His valued cigar box, the crystalline tray that rested next to it. (He swore he could still smell the fresh smoke, wafting from the little dish.) He opened it, the latch clinking before his hand reached in and his fingers clasped around one of the thick rolls of tobacco. Before he could light it, he felt overwhelmed all of a sudden, and dropped it back into the box, slamming the lid.

He laid back, resting his weary head. Arvin took a deep breath through his nose, exhaling through his mouth, before falling into a not so peaceful slumber.

He was only woken minutes later, Joseph, Y/n’s uncle, wanting to know if Arvin had seen her lately. He shook his head, muttering an annoyed “No”. Joseph got the idea relatively quickly, exiting the room. He heard the chapel’s doors close, taking that as his queue to leave once he saw the time. So he grabbed his hat and his coat, leaving the office and making his way through the dimly lit space. His attention was caught, though, by the cross by the front pews, so beautifully shining. Arvin put down his things, and walked over to the pew, sitting down on the uncomfortable hardwood. He bowed his head, putting his interlocked fingers utop the surface in front of him.

He hadn’t done this in awhile, this whole praying thing. It seemed naive in his way of life, with the things that happened around him, the people lost. But nonetheless, if ever, now was a good time to try.

“Heavenly Father, I, I, uh, I need to talk to you. To, uh, set the record straight.” His hands were sweaty, tears welling in his eyes.

“Y/n, she’s- well she’s the love of my life, God, and I don’t think she loves me anymore. Hell, she wants me dead. But I don’t blame her, I couldn’t ever. Not after...” he paused, his bottom lip shaking, “Not if she thinks I killed her family. But I didn’t, Father, I didn’t and I could never. But she don’t see that. I need her to see that.” He raised his voice, the bitter droplets rolling down his reddened cheeks, hitting his shoes.

“I can’t live without her, I won’t. So I guess I’m askin’ you a favor, Lord. Just… let her know I didn’t do it, that I would never hurt her.” His voice cracked, his words barely audible, not that whoever was listening cared.

“That I love her so much.”

Arvin muttered something of an “Amen”, and then just sat there for he wasn’t sure how long. His silence was interrupted by a mellow and raw voice, cutting through the silence like the sharpest dagger.

“It was the Teagardin family. I just found out.”

Arvin stood and turned so fast he dizzied himself, having to hold onto the back of the pew for stability. His bottom lip quivered, his flushed features gaining a confused look.

“Y/n/n? How long you been there?” He questioned, not bothering to wipe his eyes. She shifted from one foot to the other, fumbling with her hands.

“Long enough.”

There was a mutual understanding at her few words from the two of them, and an apology within them all the same. Her eyes were bloodshot, her nose runny and her overall appearance disheveled. Despite that, just the fact that she was there, to him, made her the most beautiful girl in the world.

Arvin could tell she was holding herself back, her emotions, too, as she started to speak, barely able to get through a sentence as she rambled about how she shouldn’t have assumed things, and that it wasn’t right of her to accuse her beloved of something so dire. But none of it mattered to Arvin as he strode towards her, her words only ceasing when he finally wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m so sorry, Arv.” She sobbed, gripping onto him for dear life. That was all she said, repeating it over and over again with the exception of “I love you” also being reiterated.

Her husband spoke over her hushed tone, saying “It’s alright, doll, I know. You were right to think that, it’s not your fault. It was never your fault.” They continued that way for some time until they both regained their bearings, Arvin wrapping an arm around her shoulders and walking down the front stairs of the chapel.

“Let’s go home, sweet girl.” He had said, so they did. Arvin kissed the side of her head, regarding once more how he loved her, before starting the ride home, his hand on her thigh the whole time, not wanting to let her go for even a second.

His mind was plagued with thoughts of the past, and he remembered an old saying he had heard long ago. What was it? Ah, you know what they say.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”

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how we feeling folks did we like? gimme feedback if u wanna! mwah love u, take care of urself

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mari-rosa-skiess · 4 years

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i saw ur headcanons for bakugo, can i get some for our bb shoto??? tysm and i love ur writing!! (her/she pronouns btw)

Of course! Thank you so much for requesting!

-Mari <3

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Warnings: Swearing, Angst?, Fluff!

- Let’s start with how you guys got together

- I don’t see either of you asking each other out, you just eventually come to the conclusion that you two are dating

- You might ask each other if you are if you’re confused about what you are, but other than that, you don’t really talk about it

- You guys probably started dating after having a close friendship for a while, which probably took time

- Shoto’s extremely touch starved, so it’s harder for him to show affection

- For the first few months of the relationship, you have to initiate most, if not all, physical affection since he doesn’t know how to show it

- You wouldn’t rush things with him though, you’d always ask if you could do something to make him feel more comfortable

- “Do you mind if I hold your hand?”

- “Go ahead,”

- After a while, he gets used to it and asks you to stop asking him for permission, which you gladly do

- Soon, he starts initiating more physical affection

- He doesn’t really care about PDA, but he doesn’t love it

- He’ll gladly hold your hand in front of people or have an arm around you

- He doesn’t mind quick kisses either

- Unlike Bakugo, he doesn’t really care what people think of him, so he wouldn’t try to stop you from giving him affection

- He’s way more affectionate in private

- He loves and craves your physical affection since he rarely had any growing up, so he constantly just wants to cuddle with you when you guys are alone

- He’ll never really ask you if you want to cuddle, he’ll just cling onto you like a koala

- You guys alternate between being the big spoon and the little spoon

- On one hand, he loves holding you and loves making you feel protected

- But on the other hand, he wants to feel a sense of comfort since he never had that growing up

- He usually prefers facing you and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck though

- Or vice versa

- He’s the best boy to cuddle with

- If it’s cold outside, he’ll easily heat you up

- If it’s hot outside, he’ll make you cooler

- Cuddling with him is never an uncomfortable experience

- When it comes to kissing, they’re mostly sloppy at first since he’s so inexperienced

- However, he’s a quick learner

- After he gets better at kissing, your kisses become slow and passionate

- He’s rarely ever rough with you when it comes to kissing

- His favorite place to kiss you is on your nose since it usually makes you blush

- Or just straight up on your lips

- When it comes to dates, he’ll take you where ever you want to go

- He also won’t worry about the price since he’ll be using his dad’s credit card

- His favorite dates are either staying in his dorm with you and cuddling while watching Netflix

- Or going out and getting soba

- He also enjoys dates at the park, he finds the park relaxing

- This boy will spoil you no matter what

- Once again, he has access to his father’s credit card

- If you ever mention that you want something, he won’t hesitate to get it for you

- You guys rarely argue since he’s so chill and sweet to you

- If you guys do fight, it’s usually over something stupid and the arguments never last for long

- Even if it does go on for a while, he’ll still either text you an ‘I love you.’ or find you and kiss you and said ‘I love you’ before he goes to bed

- He can’t go to bed without telling you he loves you

- He’s also very protective of you

- He doesn’t want to risk anything happening to you

- You’re one of the few things in his life that brings him joy, and he doesn’t want that ripped away from him

- When it comes to jealousy, he doesn’t really get jealous

- He’s well aware you love him and only him just how he loves you and only you

- Even if someone’s flirting with you, he usually doesn’t say anything unless it’s making you uncomfortable

- If the dude’s making you feel uncomfortable, he’ll usually just glare at the person or walk over and ask for your ‘help’ with something to get you out of the situation

- However, if a dude tries to put his hands on you, that’s a whole different story

- He will not hesitate to destroy someone if they touch you

- He’s witnessed too much physical abuse in his life, and he refuses to let it happen to you

- If you ever talk down to yourself, he’ll get extra soft and comfort you and tell reassure you you’re perfect in his eyes

- If you’re not confident about something, he’ll work on it with you and help you be as confident as possible

- He sees you as the most beautiful person in the world, and it hurts him to see you be so mean to yourself

- If someone ever calls you ugly, dumb, fat, etc.

- He’ll become angry, but he’ll be extremely passive-aggressive

- “I knew you were an idiot, but I didn’t know you were blind too,”

- If the person says something that crosses the line, he’ll go off

- He can easily scare anyone off just by looking at them

- For the first few months of the relationship, he’s clueless when it comes to comforting you, so he’ll usually just hug you if you’re upset

- However, after a few months of dating, he understands what to do and how you react to certain things

- If you ever come to him crying, he’ll never tell you to stop crying

- Like Bakugo, he understands how much it sucks when you let your emotions build up until you snap, so he doesn’t want to see you go through that

- If you ever come to him crying, he’ll whisper comforting words into your ears and cuddle with you

- “It’s going to be okay, I’m here, tell me what happened...only if you want to though,”

- “Just breathe, it’ll get better soon,”

- “I’m here for you, it’s okay to cry,”

- He’ll rarely come to you with his problems, but you eventually figure out how to tell if he’s upset

- He’s built up walls, so no one can tell when he’s happy or sad

- However, you broke down his walls and you definitely understand him more than anyone

- If he’s ever sad, your best bet is to cuddle with him and whisper comforting things to him

- He tries not to cry around you since he was brought up to think crying was weak, plus, he was also beaten for crying when he was little

- When he does cry around you, it’s heartbreaking

- Please give the soft bb some love, he deserves it... :(

- He loves you more than anything and all he wants for you is for you to be healthy and safe

- If something happened to you, he wouldn’t know what he would d

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be-dazzled · 4 years

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So are you doing smut prompts. If so, please do no. 6 for Gruvia. Love your works btw, you are an amazing writer.

Writer’s Corner: Hello anon! Thank you very much for sending this request. I think this has been requested ages ago and the anon isn’t probably around anymore. But got to fulfill your request! It was my first time writing detailed smut and I really think I should stick to my fluff. lol. Enjoy!

Also, I sound so thirsty, don’t I? I swear I am not. hahahaha

Prompt: No. 6 “No touching, no kissing, nothing. I will do with you as I please.”

Rating: 18+

Series: Gruvia Smut 1/2; 2/2

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“Since when did I…” He tentatively brushed his lips against Juvia’s, playing on that fire that their much aggressive and possessive kiss created earlier. “ever followed the rules?”

Juvia gasped when Gray cupped her bottoms, feeling his heat against the skin that spilled over the lace panties. But she was rather more surprised with the challenging look he sported when earlier, he was acting quite disinterested. Her contemplation was quickly interrupted by the sliding of his hands under her thighs. She nearly screamed murder when Gray suddenly stood from the chair, lifting her up with him. Juvia threw both her arms around his neck to keep from falling off. The contact forced a moan out of her lips with breasts pressed against Gray’s bare chest. Feeling hot skin to hot skin. She became suddenly aware of the bulge in his pants grinding against the center of her lace panties. Juvia chewed on her bottom lip, her body reacting to the sensual friction with Gray’s every stride. Replaced only by the softness of the mattress against her bare back when Gray dropped her on the bed with a low thud. The old wood and spring sang as Gray moved them to the center of his bed. Hearing clothes rustling, Juvia forced her eyes open to find Gray undo his zipper.

The frown on his face relaxed. Then, his midnight eyes darkened by the searing passion. Juvia’s eyes widened at that realization that Gray lusted over her. It made her heart flutter. She’s never seen that look on him. Never. Juvia pushed herself to meet his gaze but she easily crumbled like a piece of cookie under his intense gaze. Juvia lost that battle. She covered her face with her arms, hiding from his intense gaze. Gray wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head and watch her intently, running his tongue over his bottom lip. The heat reached Juvia’ head, making her feel dizzy. But not enough for her to miss that knowing grin plastered across Gray’s hardened features. Juvia felt a myriad of emotions, heart exploding the moment the ice-make mage leaned down on her and whispered, “You’re mine, tonight.” His voice, a low rubble in her ears. “I will do with you as I please.”

Juvia felt his warm breath against her already flushed skin, just below her ear, the sensitive spot Juvia didn’t even know was one of her weaknesses. She pulled her hands free from his grasp but every time she tried, Gray tightened his hold onto them.

The weird part was it seemed that Juvia liked it.

“Gray-sama...” Her voice came out breathy and a little needy.

Gray traced a sinful trail from the crook of her neck down to the valley of her breasts, leaving little flames in its wake. He removed one hand to roam her body and let the other grip on Juvia’s wrists, keeping her hands hostage above her head. His free hand found her breast, earning a soft moan from the woman. Her reaction encouraged Gray to push his luck. Without warning, Gray dragged one of her breasts into his wet, hot mouth.

“Gray-sama!” she yelped. The unknown intensity forcing her to squirm beneath the man.

He ran his tongue over the hardened nipple, around and across. Juvia screamed. It didn’t stop Gray from his ministrations and did the same thing to her other breast. He looked up at her, at her shut eyes, enjoying the pleasure that flickered on her face. Gray finally let go of her hands; an act which she didn’t seem to notice. He took as much of her as possible into his mouth while his other hand now found the other lonely mound. She jerked her head, the back of it hitting Gray’s mattress. Body convulsing at the new but welcomed sensation. Gray stopped, however, before Juvia could even succumb to that pure hot intensity calling to her. He released her breast with a loud pop and began leaving feather kisses on her belly down to her pelvis and stopped at the band of her panties. Gray let out an exasperated sigh.

“Looks like we haven’t taken care of this yet.”

Gray rose to his knees, sliding his hands from her shoulders, her arms, the curves of her naked body. His eyes followed every inch of what he touched, committing everything to memory. It wasn’t the first time Gray has seen Juvia naked but he never dared to touch. He just didn’t know what he would do if allowed himself to even just be near her. But now, he was free to touch, he was free to claim her, he was free to ravish her.

Gray pushed Juvia’s thighs upwards, parted her knees so he could place himself between her legs. He threw the woman a glance, watching her breathe slowly and heavily through her mouth. He was about to break whatever self-control Juvia still had and Gray knew exactly how.

Gray hooked his arms under her thighs, swinging both her legs over his shoulder.

“Gray-sama?” Juvia’s tone was half-asking, half-moaning. She propped herself on her elbows, to see what Gray was up to; only to collapse right back on the mattress at the jolt of sensation that electrified her entire body. Gray was kissing the inside of her thigh, closer and closer until his lips found her core covered in thin, wet lace.

Juvia’s eyes shut close as she breathed his name; only to let the tension steam out of her body. And she gasped a little too loud when she felt the tip of his nose touch that sensitive spot, forcing her eyes open.

“Gray-sa-ahn.” She yelped as Gray closed his mouth over the lace crotch. Words failed Juvia when Gray started running his tongue over the thin garment still covering her core. Getting it wet, or wetter. She could only make sounds she never heard herself before, encouraging the ice-make mage to continue his ministration, taking it a little further. He sucked. He sucked on the sensitive wet skin with a loud sound that lit Juvia’s body on fire. She squirmed, a little movement could help ease out the tension brewing just below her belly. But Gray wasn’t having it. He was the boss. Gray clutched her hip, keeping Juvia exactly where he wanted her.

“Gray-sama… Juvia is… Juvia…”

Juvia screamed without sound. The sheer ecstasy of his lips and tongue on the bare flesh between her legs had Juvia arching her back, peeling her slightly off his mattress. The same intensity that reaped on her body shoved her back down, leaving Juvia to grab a fistful of the sea of blue around her, clutching and pulling the sheet and comforter in her need to… she needed to… Juvia didn’t even know what. She called Gray’s name, restlessly moving her head from side to side, a cloud of steam escaping from her blue waves. She begged him, pleaded with him, the whole time Gray Fullbuster ravished Juvia, strictly for both their pleasures. And Juvia could feel herself about to surrender to the pure white passion Gray was building inside her.

“G-gray-s-ama, Juvia… Juvia is-yaaahn!”

She blurted out, feeling heady, brain turning fuzzy from the hot pleasure. She couldn’t even think, spewing incoherent words and sounds. Until she stopped altogether, body succumbing to that strange feeling clenching below her belly. She opened her mouth but no words came out of it. Her eyes widened in confusion as her body acted and reacted, having a mind of its own. Legs instinctively shut, cutting Gray’s airway. But for Juvia, he’d suffer through anything. He stayed with her until the last wave of her first orgasm relaxed her back unto his mattress. She gasped for air, forcing oxygen into her lungs, eyes half-lidded. Gray took that opportunity to rise to his knees, kneeling between her legs. Slowly, Gray pushed the lace down her legs and on the side. Then, Gray paused to appreciate his masterpiece. Juvia was breath-taking, spread on his bed in her full glory.

“Your damn beautiful, Juvia.”

He watched her lids fly open. A sheet of sweat covered her flushed face, blue waves spread all around her. She was still catching her breath when her eyes grew wide in recognition. The pleasurable sensation slowly faded; replaced by myriad of emotions, rising above them was utter humiliation. Juvia covered her face with her hands, hiding from Gray’s lust-filled gaze.

“Don’t hide from me.”

“J-j-juvia is e-embarrassed, Gray-sama.” She confessed as Juvia slowly come back to her senses. Gray might have given her the first orgasm of her life but Gray hadn’t had the opportunity yet. Juvia glanced at him, worried about the thickening silence that washed over his bedroom.

“Are you nervous?”

Juvia only bobbed her head in response, shielding her face with her hands. Even when Juvia appear so bold in front of him, when it came down to it, when the moment finally arrived, Juvia didn’t understand why she was so nervous all of a sudden. Juvia thought she was ready for what was about to happen. But now that she was lying on his bed, a moment away from sharing a passionate night with her beloved, Juvia grew worried. It was something Gray expected. Understanding her hesitation, Gray slowly, pulled her hands away from her face so he could look Juvia into her eyes.

“I am too.”

Juvia had this expression in her face, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. That confused expression help Gray keep the burgeoning need at bay. He expelled a breath and his body relaxed.

“But this is something I want to do,” Gray dipped his head and placed a tamed kiss on her forehead. Then, he held her gaze with coaxing tenderness, “with you.”

He waited for her response. Gray wasn’t planning to force himself on Juvia if she wasn’t ready for it. But he held on the hope that she was ready to be this intimate with him.

“Juvia wants to do it with Gray-sama, too.”

If the situation wasn’t so dire and so urgent, Gray would have shouted for happiness. But it was. He was about to finally become one with Juvia. Gray pulled his erection out of his boxers, pushing the tight band down his legs and off to the floor. Slowly, he stroked his shaft, noting how Juvia seemed to be enjoying the view. Gray leaned down on her, guiding his rigid length to Juvia’s warm entrance.

“It’ll hurt a little.”

Juvia swallowed a moan as the bulbous head probed at her wet entrance.

“J-juvia will endure it. F-for Gray-sama.”

It took all of Gray’s strength to fight the urge to just slam into her, to shove his aching erection into Juvia’s passage. He had to do it slowly. As far as he was aware, this was Juvia’s first time. He wanted her to feel good and not scar her forever. So, if being gentle was the way with her, then gentle Gray would be.

But it was just impossible, with the way Juvia’s warmth clasped around his shaft. Inch by inch, he could feel Juvia stretch to receive him. Her walls sheathing him, clutching on him. She was so damn tight and that alone made Gray aware that he might finish first long before she could. Gray bit down on his own lip to fight the foreboding eruption until he was fully inside Juvia. Gray stay stilled on top of Juvia, studying the grimace on his woman’s face. He brushed away the tear that wet the corner of her eye. Then, he warned her of his next action, “I’m going to move now, Juvia.” He told her, to which Juvia nodded her understanding. Gray entwined his fingers with hers, pinning her hands above her head.

“You remember the rules, right?” He didn’t even let the water-mage answer. “No touching, no kissing, nothing.” Dropping an octave, Gray whispered his last warning. “I will do with you as I please.”

Then, slowly he moved on top of her, sliding in and out of Juvia’s tight body. When the expression in Juvia’s flushed face changed, Gray picked up his pace. Finding the perfect rhythm as his bed creaked under their combined weight. Her muffled cries only fueling the desire to drive the woman to her peak.

Juvia didn’t even understand how her body knew how to respond to Gray’s blatant move but she met all his thrusts, unashamedly rocking her hips against Gray’s. That seemed to earn groans, curses and strained mentions of her name from her lover. But Juvia was at the losing end, feeling that familiar, powerful culmination about to claim her once again. She tried to free her hands from his, finding the need to prolong the act. But Gray was adamant.

Juvia called out to him between cries – begging and pleading. But those only made Gray’s thrusts more forceful and merciless, feeding the primal hunger that turned Juvia’s lover into an insatiable beast.

Then, she screamed his name, the culmination finally came for her with a force that was more powerful and violent than the first. Soon, he followed after her. His need for her finally exploding into a cosmic end, tearing him a new. Even then, Gray didn’t stop moving, pumping into Juvia with short, sudden thrusts until nothing was left in him.

Gray collapsed on top of Juvia in boneless exhaustion. Both gasped for air as they lay on his bed, a tangled mess of sweat and skin. The fire between them retreating, flickering into a fading euphoria. But Juvia loved every moment of it. More so that it was Gray who she was with, exploring this new territory together.

RAMTBB Part 2.5

Gray woke up from his deep slumber, rested yet tired. He knew exactly why. He had a vivid recollection of the events of last night, painting a foolish smile on his face. His body was yearning for that same warmth he reveled in last night, the warmth that clung to him twice, thrice, four times. He didn’t even know he had the stamina to last for that long.

Gray extended his arm, eyes still shut close but lips pulled in a wide grin, seeking the bluenette that went to sleep with him last night. But she wasn’t there. There was no warm skin; only the coldness left by her absence. The ice-make mage sat right up, eyes frantically searching his room for Juvia, fearful that last night may turn out as just a dream. He sighed in relief, finding Juvia standing next to his dresser, fixing her hat over her head. The smile he had in his sleep morphed into a frown. Juvia was all dressed, up and ready for the day. Way to spoil his plan. Juvia first met his gaze through the mirror. Then, she spun around to greet Gray with a warm smile.

“Good morning, Gray-sama.” Juvia walked over to the bed and sat at the edge next to Gray.

“I thought we’re past that.”

“Past what?” Juvia distractedly asked, running her tongue over her bottom lip as her gaze drifted down his bare chest, which Gray gladly noted.

“Sama? I distinctly remember you dropping that…” Gray moved closer to Juvia, the white sheet he was covered in dropped to his hip. He noticed the way Juvia bit her lower lip, her hot gaze following the drop of his sheet. The flame in her eyes encouraged him to steal a kiss, “when you screamed my name.” and then another soft brush on the lips, just teasing.

A low moan escaped Juvia’s lips.

“Over… and over,” Gray continued trailing kisses down her neck, “and over… and over again.” Gray’s hands slid down her shoulders and then her arms, pulling Juvia to join him in bed. But Juvia stopped him, placing a hand on the solid plane of his chest.

“Gray-sama, before that…” She left his side to pick something out of her paper bag. Quickly, she returned beside Gray and presented to him something which looked like paper. “Gray-sama needs to fill up Juvia’s report card.”

Gray wasn’t sure if he heard her right. “I’m sorry, what?” So, he asked just in case,

“Juvia’s report card.”

Gray blinked at her. His morning erection falling limp in disbelief.

“Juvia’s dance teacher wants to know if she did things right.”

“Are you out of your mind?” He nearly screamed at her, eyes furrowing into his usual scowl. “I’m not gonna rate how you are in bed!”

“The report is for the dancing. Juvia already told you about this, Gray-sama.”

Gray looked at the insistent water-mage with bewildered eyes. He wasn’t sure if he should be more surprised at the fact that Juvia was actually asking him to grade her dance, which she hadn’t even finished because, well... they ended up doing something else, or how Juvia wasn’t even bothered by it.

“I’m going to go to sleep, Juvia.” He returned to his slumber, covering himself with his white sheet over his head. He lost his morning erection so what even was the point waking up that early?

“Gray-sama.” Juvia whined, kneeling on his bed to shake the sleeping man. “Juvia needs the report card.”

“Go away!”

“But Gray-sama–”

“–I’m going back to sleep, Juvia. Leave me alone.”

Juvia puffed a breath of exasperation. She obviously wasn’t going to get what she wanted, the report card. She glared at the sheet-covered ice-make mage. Something she never knew she could do. But after giving herself to him, Gray wouldn’t even do that small favor for Juvia. What a guy!

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Uh can you do a request for me were overhaul has to deal with the gross aspects of father hood because his s/o is away on a trip and won’t be back for a week and he has to like change diapers clean out the babies boogers which is always hard to do and stuff like the thank you

SORRY! IT TOOK TWO DAYS I HAD A MIND BLOCK JESUS CHRIST IM SO SORRY

Loved the idea btw. Honestly I had so much fun writing these XD

"This is going to be a disaster. I'm warning you." Chisaki said while you checked your bags one last time for the trip that your parents suddenly demanded you on it.

And the worst part... you couldn't bring your babies...

"Is not going to be a disaster Kai." You giggled as you watched your husband on the door frame, already looking apprehensive at the tiny baby beaming happily at you from his crib.

"You're his father." You scooped Kaito in your arms coing at him when he nuzzled in your neck "Kaito never gave us too much work. So I trust my handsome devil to take care of our child." You smiled sweetly at your husband, offering for him to hold Kaito.

He glared at the infant for a while before picking him up. The baby already trying to play with his piercings.

"No Kaito." Chisaki swat the tiny hand away from his ear before receiving a tiny slap on his cheek while his son made a noise of possibly protest at his order.

You bite the inside of your cheek to contain your laugh at seing your husband frowing down at the baby as he pinched his tiny nose to make him stop tryingto reach his ear.

A honk broke you out of your thoughts as Chisaki sighed in annoyance.

"Your family is rather impatient, aren't they?" He mumbled while accompaning you to the gates.

"Sorry." You smiled embarrassingly, only stopping in your tracks to nuzzle your son's chubby face and give him a kiss of goodbye.

Chisaki smiled at the scene, seing his beautiful angel treat something that came from him with such adoration... you were always like this...

You sighed sadly before bringing Chisaki's black mask down to his chin to give him a deep kiss, which he hummed in appreciation.

"I will be back in at least five or six days my knight." You said while carresing his cheek lovingly before putting his black mask on again. "Take care of our little deviant..."

"As if I wouldn't. Be safe." He picked Kaito hands and waved slightly "Say goodbye to your mother brat." The baby giggled up at his father before barbling something to you.

"We need to work on your speaking..." you laughed at Chisaki's serious comment and gave your baby a last kiss waving at them as you entered the car.

Chisaki sighed and returned inside the house with Kaito in his arms still.

"Alright. Sounds like is only mans on the house apparently..." he placed Kaito on the baby chair as he placed a bottle right in front of him.

"Let's see... your mother left some things separately for you to eat..." he looked inside the fridge before jerking away at the sudden jet of milk almost hitting the back of his head.

Thank god he had good reflexes.

He looked at the baby whose was giggling at his father surprised face while he tried to put his open mouth on the wrong side of the bottle.

"...Kaito I swear if you weren't an infant you would be cleaning this with a toothbrush..." he groaned picking something to clean the mess. Before he could even do that he heard a little groan coming from his son while he still tried to reach the liquid on the wrong side of the bottle.

"Kaito. Wrong side." He smirked placing the napkin down before picking his son and the bottle up and thankfully handing it to him.

"You're not much smart, are you?" He asked while holding him up.

Just when Kaito finished, he scrunched his face, seeming like he was in discomfort as Chisaki only stared for a while.

Oh, right, burping...

He reluctantly put Kaito on his shoulder and patted his back slightly... already cringing when he felt something wet and warm on his shoulder...

"Of course you would do that..." the baby laughed making Chisaki even more irritaded.

"Its going to be a long week..."

Shit.. Literally shit.

"I can't do this."

"Well, too bad because he is your son." Chrono sayed to Chisaki already providing any orders for him to do it.

"PLeASe JuST SOMEOnE CLeAn his ShiT! The SMeLL IS FUcKInG TerRiBle." Begged Mimic.

Even with their masks on, the three man were suffering... were babies supposed to have that much of a power?

"Kai come on. Don't tell me you never changed your son's diaper even once..." Chisaki stayed quiet for a moment before answering his friend.

"(Y/N) did this part..." Chrono looked at his childhood friend, definitely not amused as Mimic snickered.

"How the hell you two still together? Poor chick has to deal with this shit everday?" Asked the man sarcastically, already regreting when he saw the death glare of Overhaul.

"If you are so smart with words Irinaka, please teach me how to change the diaper of my own son which I made it with my wife differently from your lonely self who apparentlyits only good with money and nothing else." Mimic shivered at the dark tone of voice of Chisaki and immediately apologized.

Even marrying you and had a son, Overhaul could be scary as fuck when he wanted without any efforts...

"Chisaki the entire place is getting infected by the smell. Please, I'm actually begging in here." Pleaded Chrono as he putted closer his mask.

Chisaki send daggers at the two man before adjusting his gloves and oppening the bomb. Thankfully he had holded his breath and quickly changed the boy.

He immediately left out a long puff of breath as soon as he throwed the used diaper on a near trash... Getting a spray shortly after and desperately trying to erase the smell of the room.

His son laughed at his father's desperation, earning a glare from Chisaki.

"You're enjoying this aren't you little rascal?" He picked his son up "I have to give your mother more credit. Honestly, dont you feel ashamed of making your mother suffer?" The baby poked his tongue out at him which he only scoffed.

He was surprised to turn his back and saw Chrono and Mimic passed out on the ground.

"...Weaklings." he simply said.

They didn't had the same stragy that you did honey because if you smelled that shit you would be knocked out too.

Chisaki was tired already and was pleading to whoever was listening that you came back home earlier than expected.

"Two days Kai Chisaki... Two days..." he growled as he dodged again from a jerk of baby food coming right at his face.

"Kaito I swear to god... just please eat this." He tried carefully feed his son the apple sauce but Kaito swatted his hand away.

"You little..." he contained his urge to swear as he breath in slowly.

When he oppened his eyes again he saw his son... eating the damn apple sauce with his bare hands... making a complete mess on his chubby face and dark brow hair.

"You must be joking...." just when he sayed that the baby burbed and a little of vomit landed on his clothes.

Chisaki's eye twitched... he swears that he was doing on purpose at this point.

"Have anything else?" Asked sarcastically the tired man, shortly after regreting when he heard a faint fart.

"Kaito for the love of-" he almost shouted if he wasn't so good at self control.

The worst part is that every time he almost losed his pacience his son only laughed harder and even sometimes made more messes for him to clean up later.

You came back one day earlier; can't standing the longing for your two favorite boys; and started to look for Chisaki.

You find your husband, sitting on the couch as he sometimes rocked the crib he placed on the living room.

You sitted by his side and greeted him as you enveloped your arms around his arms. Chisaki sighed in relief and leaned his head against yours for a bit.

"How did it go?" You whispered before Chisaki looked you dead on the eye.

"Babies are disgusting... Especially this one." He pointed with his covered chin at the sleeping boy in front of you.

You giggled quietly as you kissed his cheek lovingly.

"I swear, this brat was enjoying my frustation." He rested his chin on the top of your head "Your a warior my angel... you deserved this break from Kaito honestly, but don't go out again..." he closed his eyes, smelling your sweet scent.

He missed this... 6 days were too much for him... He wanted his angel...

"My poor knight, he really tired you out huh?" You kissed under one of his eyes, before he took of his mask to kiss you properly.

"Well, at least it wasn't a complete disaster like I imagined." He said nuzzling your nose with his.

You two were interrupted by a loud yelp, Kaito happily making grabby hands at you as he pronounced some incoherents words.

Chisaki groaned as he buried his face on the crook of your neck as you eargly bringed Kaito into your lap.

"Hi my baby! Did yoi have fun with daddy?" The baby gargled a response as he tried to reach your nose "Really? Tell me more about it!" You poked his nose emiting a cute giggled from the little boy.

He honestly have no fucking idea how vould you understand what Kaito said, but that didn't stop him from smiling in your neck and oppening one eye to watch at his son playing with you.

Looking at him right there it didn't seemed like he was a ball of dirt and filth... But somehow his son looked so bright, almost reaching the light that he saw on you... but still not enough.

"What? All of that? Geez daddy is super cool right?" The baby giggled as Chisaki rolled his eyes scoffing, lifting his face from your neck.

"He did not say that."

"Of course he did!"

"No, knowing this brat, he probably just sayed something about me being a fool or how he enjoyed seing my suffering."

You burst in laughter when your baby giggled and Chisaki pinched his nose as a revenge.

The little devil had seemed to just nod at comfirmation of his father comment....

#overhaul x reader #overhaul scenario #fanfic overhaul #kai chisaki x reader #chisaki kai imagine scenario #chisaki kai x reader #bnha imagine #bnha characters #bnha villains #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha villains x reader #kaito baby boi #my writing #zuffer writings

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millllenniawrites · 4 years

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Into The Light (Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Rey x Reader) ONE

I love writing both these babes so why not write them together!! I get my Reylo kick and a good imagine. This will be a series so the tag list is open!

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Requested: anon: “can i request a star wars fic? ben has feelings for the reader. btw the reader is force-sensitive. anyways he like trys to gain her attention but she reveals she's in a secret relationship with rey. the reader tells rey this and they both agree to wanting ben in their relationship? maybe smut if you're into that? sorry if this is too much.”

I don’t write smut but I love this idea! I think I want to make this a series!

@incredibleironman also asked for a ben x rey x reader imagine

Pairing(s): Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Rey x Reader, mostly Rey x Reader in this part

Words: 701

Warnings: none!

“I’m done. Lemme up.” You cough, tapping the ground twice.

Ben stands, offering you a hand. You take it, and he pulls you up to your feet, handing you your light saber which you take begrudgingly.

Since Ben had dropped the helmet and come back to the Light side, you both had been taking advantage of having a new training partner. You and Rey trained together most of the time, but you knew each other’s patterns so well now that it was nice to have a change. You knew now that this war was going to come to a battle with Darth Sidious himself and you all needed to stay sharp.

“Nice move. That flip?” You rub your shoulder from where he slammed you into the ground.

He blushes, grinning, “Thanks. Yeah, I’ve been practicing so…” he sort of coughs, forever awkward. It’s still crazy to you that he was once the leader of the First Order, an entire army at his beck and call.

“You, uh…” he rubs the back of his neck, “You were good.”

“Thanks, Ben,” you laugh, “But I got my ass kicked.” Checking the time, “I’m late. I promised Rey I’d meet her for dinner, and if I show up like this, she will kill me.”

“You look beautiful.” His face reddens, “But sure, yeah, see you later.”

Running to the bathhouse, you try to hurry while still making sure you’re clean enough to get a kiss from your girlfriend later. You jog back to your quarters praying that Rey has left already and won’t be there to chastise your for being late to date night again.

“Hey, love.” She’s sitting on the small sofa in the corner, Jedi texts surrounding her. When you lean in to kiss her, she wrinkles her nose, “You’re wet. Were you training again?”

You laugh, “I showered. And yes, Ben asked if I wanted to do some swordwork this morning.” Sitting next to her, you both move the books aside and she curls up against your side.

“You know he’s into you, right?” Rey looks up at you.

“Who? Ben?”

She nods against your shoulder, “You’ve noticed.”

“I thought he was into you.”

Rey laughs, “I think it’s both. He isn’t sure what you and I are to each other. I’ve talked to him.”

You’re both quiet. Against your side, you can feel her heartbeat.

“Everything okay?”

She sits up, looking you in the eyes, “I’m going to say something that you might not like, but if I don’t say it, I’ll regret it.”

You feel your heartrate quicken, “Okay. What is it?”

“What do you think about… about dating him?”

Sitting up straight, “Are you breaking up with me?”

“No, no.” she places her hands gently on the sides of your face, bringing her forehead to yours, “I love you. I’m not breaking up with you.”

“Then why the hell would you suggest that I date him?”

“Well…” she looks down for a moment, her cheeks reddening, “What if you dated him… and I dated him… and we kept dating each other?”

It takes you a moment to process.

“You want to be in a threeway?”

She laughs, “Not just the… sex.”

“But, also the sex.”

You didn’t think Rey could blush any deeper, “Yes.”

The idea of being with both of them… it doesn’t shock you as much as you would have thought. It’s unconventional for sure, but not… weird? You aren’t quite sure what the right word is.

“We would have to talk to Ben.”

“You.”

You cackle, “What?”

“You have to talk to Ben. I am… not doing that.”

“Okay, Rey.” You say between laughs, “But if he says yes, the three of us need to sit down.”

“Of course.”

She tucks herself back into the crook of your neck, “If he doesn’t say yes, that’s okay.”

“Yeah. You still love me, right?” the insecurity sneaks into your voice, as much as you try to lock it out.

She kisses your jaw, “Yes. I love you. So much. And that isn’t going to change, no matter what happens.”

“Okay. Same for me.” you nod, cuddling in, “Wanna just stay in tonight?”

She leans up and kisses you, “Okay.”

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harryandhishook · 4 years

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Don’t touch what isn’t yours! - Chapter 1

Fandom: Dream Daddy

Pairing: Damien x Robert

Setting: Maple Bay

Warning: Mentions of smut, Damien’s genitalia referred to as male, nothing much for this chapter

Summary: Damien has been dating Robert for a while and their life is becoming slowly more and more domestic but unfortunately, someone has been watching and doesn’t like it one bit.

Words: 1618

Requested: I remember seeing an old posts about some really dark prompts and I thought about the cult ending of Dream Daddy so I jumped at the chance ... then got really carried away (Btw, I wanted to contribute to the cult ending stuff so don’t @ me for this, normally I wouldn’t write Joseph like this)

Side note: This is a story I have completed and if it wasn’t for an anon jumping into my asks to see if I was okay then I would have waited longer to post this. Sorry for the absence for this time but everythings just piling up and I rarely get much time to myself if I’m not doing uni work (Which I graduated :D but I’m going onto a masters) or doing normal adult survival stuff so I hope this is okay.

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Perfect, everything was perfect, Damien had a perfect house, a perfect, if somewhat moody, son and a perfect, if slightly dysfunctional, boyfriend, everything was perfect … Maybe not perfect but close enough.

The bright morning light filtered through the curtains, flowing over the beautiful dark coloured carpet and slithering up to drape across the two lumps underneath the red silk sheets adorning the four-poster bed. Soft sounds of snoring filled the room as two men embraced as if their lives depended on it, one gruff and rugged while the other delicate and soft, complete opposites but fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw, maybe not the exact same picture but they go together nevertheless. Nothing could ruin the morning, nothing could interrupt their moment of bliss, nothing at all, except an alarm.

The blaring of Damien’s phone alarm caused the two men to stir, groaning from the rude awakening as the long haired prince of darkness sat up, his hair ruffled and tangled, the obviously two sizes too big, red V-neck shirt hanging off his shoulder as he looked around, his eyes still drooping while he observes the room, trying to get his brain into gear.

Moments of tiredly debating the inevitable wake up and letting his alarm play, Damien finally groggily reached over to his oak nightstand, swiping the screen and silencing the obnoxious disturbance. His hand shuffled around the wood, pushing his phone out of the way to grab his glasses and place them on his face.

Looking around, after giving himself the ability to see, he spotted something that quickly pulled a small smile across his face. Laying on the floor nearby the end of the bed was Roberts black leather jacket.

With a deep breath and his bottom lip between his teeth, the Victorian man carefully shuffled across the silk fabric of his bed, his bare legs slipping out of the covers and over the edge. Once his foot made connection to the fluffy carpeted floor, Damien peered over his shoulder to make sure that his other half was still deep in his slumber before finally pushing himself up.

Tiptoeing across the room, he carefully took the article of clothing in his hands, making sure that no noise could rouse his sleeping lover before slowly pulling the coat over his arms and holding it close to his body. The fading smell of Alcohol and Robert’s musk bombarded Damien’s nose causing the gothic dad to moan in happiness, letting a shiver course down his spine at the familiar aroma giving him a little boost for the day.

While Robert continued to sleep, Damien decided to get ready for the day. Looking over at the dark drawn curtains, he decided against letting the warm sun light up the room, his boudoir was dark but his lover was still asleep and he wouldn’t want to disturb that so he used the small amount of light flowing past the gaps to find his vanity, taking his ornate carved brush in between his long slender fingers and carefully pulling through his long black hair, luckily, the knots weren’t too bad after … last nights adventures … but still enough to make him wince. The Victorian decided to distract himself from the slight pain in his roots by reminiscing, well, more dreaming about Robert, thinking about their romance, thinking about their late-night escapades, thinking about Roberts hands, about his ruff voice about his…

He had not realised just how distracted he had gotten until he felt two strong arms wrap around his body from behind as some prickly stubble grazed his neck and a breathy deep voice whispered in his ear,

“Morning, love” another shiver shot down Damien’s spine as he squeaked from the sudden appearance of his lover, quickly he turned his head, hair swishing over his shoulder as he came face to face with the man he was fantasising about a moment ago,

“Robert, I didn’t hear you get up, darling, how, erm, how long have you been awake?” the goth asked softly, a slight nervousness laced in his voice as he realized just what state of dress he was in, Roberts shirt, Roberts Jacket and nothing else, he was practically naked. His thoughts were interrupted by a low gravelly chuckle,

“Long enough to watch you practically drool over me” he smirked as he wrapped one arm under Damien’s legs, lifting him off the chair so he could sit down, placing the man onto his lap instead, “I woke up just in time to see you smell my jacket” he whispered with an underlining tone of lust but to Damien, he could also hear the love emanating from his voice.

The Victorian squeaked softly and quickly pushed his face into the crook of Rob’s neck, hiding his obvious blush, even in such a dark room, anyone could see the bright crimson gracing over the softer mans face,

“I-I wasn’t smelling it, I was just … reminding myself of your scent, there’s a difference, my dear” Damien argued back, his voice muffled by Robert’s tanned skin, unfortunately the sound of his phone vibrating with notifications stopped him from just hiding under the safety of his bed sheets, “I think my cellular is definitely taking away the aesthetic of my lifestyle” he chuckled softly, peeking out from his little safe spot, moving his gaze as best as he could to see that his lover was staring lovingly down at him,

“I think you wearing my leather is definitely taking away from the look … but it suits you, makes you look a little … rebellious” he smirked as his eyes seemed to move over every inch of the Victorians body until they stopped, Damien watched curiously, following his gaze until he saw exactly what he was staring at.

With a gasp, Damien pulled the red shirt down his legs further, keeping anything out of view as he tried to keep himself composed, unfortunately, the damage had been done and Robert now had the image of Damien’s long, slender legs nestled over his as the red shirt crumpled up his body and revealed … a little too much of his body,

“Robert, as much as a part of me would love to recreate the events of last night, I’m afraid I am under dressed for the day and you must remember, some of us must leave the home for our place of work, so I really do need to go and bathe before Lucien awakens so I can at least provide him breakfast” he tried to argue but it got harder and harder to want to when he felt the familiar feeling of large, rough hands creeping up the inside of his thigh, “a-as I already seemed to h-have wasted some time, my morning bathe will need to be cut shorter t-than usual” he stuttered out, feeling Robert’s hand push past his and under the red shirt, creeping closer and closer to his little treasure, “I n-need to make breakfast a-and make sure I have e-everything and … R-Robert...” he partially moaned out as he felt the fingers of his lover touch the crease connecting his thigh and something that was still quite sensitive, “I-I need t-to get r-ready and I’m already s-sensitive enough a-as it is…” he whispered in the other man’s ear, his breathless argument only made Robert smirk more, his fingers dangerously close to his prize,

“You always seem to give yourself a good few hours and never use it all in actually getting ready, so a little fun before you do get ready shouldn’t be too bad and anyway” Robert’s thumb and forefinger wrapped around Damien’s little dick, rubbing gently, “how about, to help you save time and not have to rush, I join you in the shower?” he asked with the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he watched Damien’s expression change to sheer pleasure, he took it as a win. Earning a whine from the goth as he removed his hand, his arms once again snaking underneath Damien’s legs but this time it was to carry the softer man into the en suite bathroom, spending the next half hour giving Damien a reason to think about him all day … and probably giving Lucien a wake up call.

The rest of the day went off without a hitch, Damien managed to get ready for work in time, breakfast was made with enough time to spare for both him and Lucien since the boy still had school and even though he refused to look either his father or Robert in the eye, probably from the inappropriate wake up call, he gave them a smile before he left. Damien and Robert kissed each other goodbye as they left to go their separate ways with a promise of meeting up again after the Victorian came back from his probably quite exhausting job and that was how the day went.

Finally, when the end of the day came, Lucien was first home like always, stomping to his room to play his obnoxiously loud music, Robert decided it was around time to head over to wait for his lover and also be uncharacteristically nice enough to start dinner for them all to give Damien a little break and once the man in question was home, Robert was there waiting by the door, bouquet of flowers in hand and a warm smile on his face.

However, unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes were watching them from a distance, a pair of dark, hate filled eyes, glaring at them both while hatching a plan for them because if someone were to have Robert, it wasn’t going to be Damien.

#Dream Daddy #DDADDS #damien bloodmarch #Robert Small #Damien x Robert #SmallMarch #Lovers #Morning Routine #Cute #LGBT #Transgender #Trans man #Gay #Boyfriends #Bed #Shower #Implied Sex #Cult Ending

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rynhaswritersblock · 4 years

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hallway bookworm (hc) | p.p.

a/n: hi my name's ryn and i'm in love with writing headcanons... they let me show my two personalities: deep-loving-philosophical-bubbly + memebot-rat-tiktoker-minecraftGOD which i ADORE

summary: girls reading and crying while walking in the hallway sure do seem to have an effect on peter parker.

warnings: some cussing (as per usual), uhhhhh fluff?? yeah????? oh yeah and terrible writing i couldn't deliver as well as i wanted i'm sorry

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- AIGHT FOLKS so listen

- you're in the middle of a really good book, right?

- like, really good

- btw pretend this is your favorite book

- so you're like right in the middle of a SUPER important scene and guess what

- the GODDAMN BELL DECIDED TO RING

- TIME TO GO TO CLASS

- BUT ARE YOU GOING TO STOP READING?

- ?????

- ???????????????

- HELL NO!

- so you're like... autopiloting your way to class, nose stuffed in book, tears streaming down your face bc you're at a serious part

- and that's when peter parker sees you for the first time

- NOW

- we all know that peter is a complete disaster

- especially when it comes to pretty girls in the hallway who also appear to be nerds according to the fact that they're literally reading and crying while walking to class in the middle of a highschool hallway during passing

- so naturally

- this mans stops walking

- let's be honest: who expected peter effin parker to be able to function after seeing what he saw??

- who?????

- "peter-"

- unresponsive.

- "peter, move your flat ass," ned mutters, shoving him from behind as peter watches you walk in the opposite direction to your class

- he finally regains himself (jeez)

- poor guy's heart is racing and chocolate eyes are wide in bewilderment as he stumbles alongside ned to physics

- "why do you look like you just did drugs for the first time, dude"

- "i just saw a girl"

- "of course you did"

- "no, nED" peter says, looking over at his best friend, a smirk on ned's lips.

- "she was like, reading a book, tears streaming down her face. and she was still walking without even watching where she was going! and she was like, beautiful, too, ned-"

- "jesus, peter! calm down. but yeah, i saw her. that was y/n." ned states, way too calm for peter's chaos

- this man stops in his tracks

- "you know her?!"

- "yeah, like everybody does. she's not one of those people, but like, she's really nice and funny and she's captain of the debate team." (a/n: if one of y'all DARES to say something like "couldn't be me" or "bitch i wish".... first of all this is fanFICTION so we're all pretending to be a better version of ourselves WOOT WOOT and second you can be anything you put your mind to my dudes!!!!!!)

- peter sighs as they walk into class, mind stuck on your name, not paying attention to the lesson at all

- ...WHEW

- so that was very in-depth

- in case you couldn't tell

- NOW HERE'S A SUPER ROCKING FUN TIME (babysitting service iykyk) LIST OR WHATEVER OF THE REST OF THE STORY YAYYYYYYYYYYY

- peter became dedicated to finding out your classes and where you'd be at certain times just so he could see you for at least a second

- like

- homeboy was WHIPPED

- and to his luck

- !!!!!!

- one day after a particularly long day of school, our boy headed into delmar's to get his sammich (i giggled while writing sammich fyi) before he went on patrol

- and GUESS WHO WAS SITTING AT ONE OF THE TABLES, LEGS CURLED TO YOUR CHEST, BOOK IN ONE HAND AND SANDWICH (sammich) IN THE OTHER?????

- YOU!!

- the boy froze in his spot, the door almost crushing him as it flew back in the doorway before he finally snapped out of his trance

- his gaze didn't leave you as he walked up to the counter, mr. delmar clearing his throat after a few seconds to get pete's attention

- "oh! sorry,"

- "it's fine, kid. i see you're particularly interested in that young lady-"

- "UM i'll have a number five with pickles and smush it down real flat, please, thanks" the words tumbled out of peter's mouth, cutting mr. delmar right off

- the man's laugh rumbled as he nodded his head

- pete hesitated before leaning over the counter

- "you wouldn't, uh, you wouldn't know anything about her, would you?"

- a knowing grin tugged at mr. delmar's lips

- "y/n. she comes here at least twice a week, orders the number eight with a coca-cola every time, and always reads a book while eating."

- a slight, crooked grin grew on peter's face as he comprehended everything

- "good to know, thank you, mr.-"

- "go and sit with her."

- HAHA

- FUNNY

- POOR PETER'S FACE JUST

- HIS EYES GOT WIDE AND CHEEKS BLOOMED BRIGHT RED

- HAHAHA

- "you want me to.. what now?"

- " go sit with her. she won't bite." with that, mr. delmar handed the kid his sandwich and a pack of gummy worms, nudging his head in the direction of you

- peter nervously took the items, clearing his throat and mustering up all the confidence he had (which honestly wasn't much, especially since he wasn't in the spider-suit)

- and he walked over to you and plopped down right across from you

- you jumped (scaredy-cat), eyes leaving the page and meeting peter's, a look of surprise instantly etching your face that made peter regret every decision he'd ever made

- you relaxed slightly when you recognized the face in front of you, setting your book down (still keeping it open though)

- "oh, hi, peter,"

- HI WHO??????

- ME??????????????????

- THIS BOY COULD NOT COMPREHEND THE NAME THAT JUST LEFT YOUR LIPS

- "you know my name?" peter stuttered out incredulously

- "of course i do, you're on the decathlon team. plus i'm friends with ned and sometimes he just can't shut up about you."

- homeboy silently scolded himself for not even knowing who you were until like a week ago

- "oh," he laughed nervously, "cool,"

- ako-taco moment of silence

- "i'm y/n," you blurt, "by the way,"

- "i know," peter nervously laughs

- by SOME force of nature

- the two of you strike up a conversation!! YAY PETER

- you talk about the book you're reading and decathlon and debate and school and life and stuff

- and honestly peter just about forgets he has to go on duty

- until he hears sirens in the background, eyes widening

- "UHM, uh, i just remembered my aunt needs me home-"

- this kid rambles on a bit too much

- you laugh and wave him away

- "go do your thing. it was great talking to you, peter"

- poor petey was going to FAINT if you said his name like that again

- and so

- THE RELATIONSHIP HAS BEGUN! (reread that in korg's voice it makes it even better)

- peter would often hang around delmar's longer just in case you'd be there

- he deadass made spider-man a second priority to you (although he didn't admit it)

- he's WHIPPED

- alrighty guys real talk i'm in love with this whole concept itself but i don't know how to deliver it right so i'm just gonna give a brief rundown of the rest of the story and let you guys' imaginations do the rest

- you two keep running into each other at delmars

- eventually it leads to you two hanging out at peter's apartment (HOMEBOY WAS HIGHKEY FREAKING OUT LETS JUST SAY)

- (HAVING A PRETTY GORL IN HIS ROOM MADE HIS HEART BEAT LIKE HOW IT DOES ON THE LAST ROUND OF MARIO KART IYKYK)

- and you two become gr8 friends!!!!!!

- UNTIL

- PETER WORKS UP THE BALLS TO ASK YOU OUT YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

- and you live happily ever after woot woot

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the writing in this sucked

it's a really cute concept i am just unable to deliver

oh well lmao

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker imagines #marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #fluff #writing #peter #parker #thomas holland

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jawnjendes · 5 years

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please don’t wake me up | shawn mendes

university au summer lovin/lovin in the summer time, shawn x goth gf/oc

AN: holy fuck its the season finale. yup this is the last chapter. imma keep writing tho... oh btw this is just smut

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"Kiss me."

"You don't have to tell me twice," I breathed out before picking my head up to connect our lips together. My hands went to either side of Shawn's face, keeping him as close as I possibly could. I was desperate for something more than a simple peck, and I was determined to get it now that Shawn was back to where he normally was.

His big hands moved down my thighs and under my knees, hooking both of my legs around his waist. In the same move, Shawn moved his hands underneath me, tightly gripping my butt. My stomach fluttered with excited butterflies as I felt the heat from his body against mine. This went from chaste to horny so fast it was making my head spin.

I found purchase in the hair on the back of his head, letting my tongue slip into his mouth. The delicious feeling of making out with him along with the wet sounds of our mouths colliding sent me straight into the clouds. I sucked on his bottom lip just a little, and Shawn let out an equally small groan into my mouth, his hips rocking against mine once. It got me so hot I didn't know what to do with myself. I needed to hear more sounds come out of him.

We finally broke apart after a while, and a translucent trail of saliva was still connected between our lips. Shawn looked down at me with hooded eyes, his pretty lips swollen and pink like the patches on his cheeks. In a second, he was moving soft but desperate kisses down my neck, while his hand moved up my body. I tried to catch my breath as he suckled new spots onto the crook of my jaw but it kept getting knocked out of me the more he touched me. I wasn't wearing a bra underneath my black After Forever t-shirt, so Shawn was able to tweak my nipple through the fabric, making me lose my breath even more.

"You okay?" he mumbled against my neck, pausing his actions.

"Don't stop," I replied in a whisper. I slowly moved my hips up against his, my toes curling at the sensations. I wrapped my arms around his middle and put pressure on his back, wanting to feel him on top of me.

Instead, Shawn moved his mouth further down my body. He mouthed at the black cotton of my shirt, reaching my nipple. He wasn't one to shy away from using his teeth right off the bat, he knew I went crazy over the feeling. It was a reflex we both marveled at; The more he toyed with my nipples, the more my hips would buck up on their own. It didn't take long for me to pull on his pajama bottoms, or for him to tug on my shirt.

We both sat up and hastily pulled at whatever clothes we had on. Shawn was quick to get my shirt over my head, and then he was sitting back to yank off his pants. I was ready to get on my back, my front, whatever humiliating position he wanted, but he paused and stared at my nearly naked body, something twinkling in his eyes. I looked down at the scars on my abdomen, reminding myself that he actually had his mouth there. This wasn't a time to be feeling insecure on my part.

With my chin up, I leaned forward and placed my hands on Shawn's massive thighs. My eyes traveled from his crotch all the way to his eyes, letting him see whatever he wanted to see. I was nervous too. It felt like we were starting from scratch, and we had to do it right. I was able to compose myself enough to take the reins and make sure he was comfortable, like he did for me many months ago.

"You okay?" I asked softly.

He nodded. "You're just beautiful. I've missed nights like these."

That gave me the overwhelming urge to just pounce and let him have me, but instead I sat back and gestured to the headboard. "Sit here."

A smirk grew on Shawn's face as he crawled up to the front of the bed. He sat and leaned comfortably against the headboard, a knowing look on his face. I let him watch me as I pulled off my underwear, and apparently it was so attractive Shawn just had to palm himself through his briefs. I decided that at one point, I had to watch him touch himself. But that was for another time. He chewed on his lip as I crawled up to meet him, and I found my place in straddling his lap.

Tense eye contact only made things heighten even more. With a cheeky grin, I brought my hand up to his chin and pulled out his bottom lip with my thumb. His eyes were big and round, like he was ready to let me be in charge. I stared down at his lips, taking in just how pink and lovely they were and just how smug I felt knowing only I could kiss them as much as I pleased.

"Do we have condoms?" I asked, the thought smacking me upside the head all of a sudden.

Shawn blinked, clearly dazed. "Um… yeah, in the drawer. Babe, do we really-"

I placed my finger on his mouth. "Yes, my dear. We do."

He placed his hand on my bare back as I leaned over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. His fingers glided up my spine, giving me chills and the slightest thought to just ditch protection altogether. However, I found one square packet and tossed it onto the mattress. It helped me relax even more, so I sat up again and kissed him once again.

Shawn groaned as his hands found my tits again, thumbs rubbing fast at my nipples. Before I knew it, I was grinding on his hard cock and our breathing was way too staggered to keep our lips together. My fingers rubbed against the hairs on his chest, and I dipped my head down to his neck, biting into the skin. Shawn let out a low groan deep in his chest and tilted his head, accepting more of what I was giving him. My hips moved slowly while he remained compliant under me, his fingers slowly tracing up my spine and making my back arch.

"Mm, fuck," he mumbled as he cupped my ass cheek. "Need you, baby. God, I want you so bad."

"Touch me a little first," I told him as I leaned back, taking his hand and guiding it down between us. "Let me feel your pretty fingers."

I returned the feeling just as much. I reached into his black Calvins and squeezed his cock in my hand while he inserted a long finger into me. We both moaned out at the feeling, chasing the euphoria for the first time in far too long. My head tilted back, trying to split my focus between the feeling I was giving and the one I was receiving. But his finger was curling in just the right spot, and it only tightened my grip as I pumped his shaft. Shawn cupped my face with his free hand and insisted I look at him, coaxing me with his sweet voice. His hand was so close to my neck, it made me growl. I actually growled.

"I want your cock," I moaned, unable to control myself. "I want your big cock in me, baby."

In a split second, Shawn had both of his hands on the back of my neck and he was pulling me in closer. He had been so unnaturally passive before, and now that was gone. Perhaps he was just waiting for my domme facade to crack so he could take over. "What did you say?"

I was so thrown by his sudden change in his demeanor, I only made a stupid whiney noise. I was at a loss for words. There was my Shawn.

"Oh no, you need to say it again," he ordered, slightly tugging at the hair on the back of my head. "Tell me what you want."

My head tilted back from the pressure, and my breath hitched. "I want your big cock." My voice was small and shaky, filled with nothing but fervor. "Please… fuck me with your big cock."

"Wanna ride me, honey?" he egged on, an obvious smugness in his tone. He ground his hips upwards just slow enough to make me whine. "Is that how bad you want it?"

My head nodded, feeling the grip he had on my hair with each little movement. Shawn pulled even more and leaned in to sloppily kiss my neck when it was exposed enough. Then, he nosed his way up to my ear and spoke again in a deep voice.

"Better get fucking started, then."

I wasn't sure how or why I was so easily brought into submission, but I didn't care. I'd let Shawn order me around for hours between the sheets if it meant we would both feel so impossibly good. He sat back as I frantically pulled off his briefs. With shaking hands, I tore open the condom pack and rolled the thing down his length, making sure to keep my eyes away from him. He had gone from a sweet boy to the epitome of sexy intimidation, it was harder to keep eye contact. I was sure to pass out or combust or actually bust if I looked at his face any longer. My heart raced and my core burned as I prepared to take him like a fucking champ.

"Oh, that's it," Shawn moaned through his grit teeth as I sank down on him. A snarl came from deep in his chest as he reached around to grab my ass. "Oh, such a good pussy."

A shudder of arousal ripped through me at the sound of his words and the feeling of his cock splitting me open. I stilled for a moment, trying to relax myself and get used to the stretch. My fingers, on the other hand, practically clawed away at Shawn's chest. Red lines appeared where my nails hit, sending me even further than the clouds. I scratched even more as I slowly started to move my hips.

I won't lie, I wasn't on top very often. Shawn liked me in more submissive positions, like on my back so he could hover over me and shield me with his body, or bent over a surface so he could pull my hair and spank me as much as he wanted. Here I thought this position would get the tables to turn, but I was never more happy to be wrong.

He hissed, fingers digging into the plumpness of my ass cheek. "Oh god, baby… So good at taking my cock." He brought a quick slap to the cheek on the last word.

The movement of my hips caused the headboard to repeatedly smack against the wall, adding to the feeling where our bodies connected. I leaned back, planting my hands behind me for more leverage, and I rolled my hips with more vigor. Shawn took that opportunity to bring his fingers down to my clit. He didn't even have to do anything more, the rhythm I was going at was making me grind against the tips of his fingers.

I couldn't even form words to tell him how good he was making me feel. The only sounds that came out of me were breathy moans that coincided with Shawn's filthy words. Not to mention, the obscene sounds of our skin slapping together only added fuel to the fire. My thighs were starting to chafe and cramp, though, so I slowed down and placed my hands on Shawn's shoulders.

"Fuck, I'm getting tired," I said, panting heavily, resting my head on the crook of his sweaty neck.

He played with the long strands of hair cascading down my back, his nose touching my temple. "You're doing good, baby. Take a breather. You want some water?"

"Yes please…"

Shawn held my waist as he leaned to the side, reaching the bottle of water on the nightstand. I sat up again and took the bottle. He watched me as I took a hefty gulp, a sweet smile on his face. I was about to put the bottle back, but he grabbed ahold of it and drank the last bit of water before tossing it to the floor.

I got a good look at him now that I wasn't as occupied by his massive dick. Shawn's face and chest were blotched with red, and there were several scratch marks on his pecs. His cheekbones and collar bones were glowing with sweat, and his pink lips were swollen. He looked completely fucked, and we weren't even done yet. I didn't even wanna know how I looked. I could feel flakes of my mascara falling under my eyes, I knew that much.

With a smirk, Shawn took hold of my wrists and pulled me in closer. Our noses touched, and I felt his breath on my upper lip. Hands went up and down my body, but it was much softer than before. It was a little moment of just feeling each other without the desperation. Shawn pecked my lips, and then trailed more kisses down my neck. He didn't even hesitate to mark me up even more than he already had, leaving red and purple blotches on my collar bone. Finally, he dipped his head down to my tits, and he took a nipple into his mouth.

Like clockwork, my hips moved again from the sensation. I tangled my fingers in his hair and moaned softly, my entire body seizing up and clenching just from his mouth licking and suckling. Of course, that gave Shawn more stimulation where we connected and he groaned against my skin.

Then he smacked my ass again, indicating for me to keep it going. I pressed my hands down on his shoulders and started to properly bounce on his cock. He let go of my nipple and moaned against my cleavage, his tongue poking out to get a taste every so often. The dirty talk had ceased altogether, and it was replaced by his sweet moans that got higher in pitch the closer he got to the end. His fingers dug into my ass, leaving behind his own angry red lines on the skin. It felt so good to know he was feeling it just as much as I was.

Soon enough, he was fucking back into me, and I didn't even have to tell him. Shawn held my waist and growled deep in his throat as he thrust his hips upwards. The feeling got me tilting my head back and whimpering like nobody's business. My nails went down his chest again, making Shawn growl even more as he slipped his cock in and out of me with more vigor.

"Pretty baby," he grumbled, and then his hand was on the back of my head, harshly making me face him. "Open your eyes, baby. Fucking look at me."

The authority in his tone made me do it. My eyes opened and met his. Shawn's brows were knitted together, and his mouth was half open, intense fire in his eyes. His fingers fisted the hair on my scalp, keeping me in the position I was in.

Anytime my eyes fluttered shut, Shawn delivered another sharp slap to my ass. Our lips brushed together, but we were so caught up in the heat we couldn't properly kiss each other. It wasn't until Shawn's thrusts were staggering did I find my words again. This was when I loved to egg him on and get him to where he needed to be.

"Gonna come in me, baby?" I said breathlessly. "Gonna make this pussy yours, baby? Fucking come in me, daddy…"

Shawn squeezed his eyes shut, but only for a second before I grabbed his chin to catch his attention.

"Look at me," I said sensuously. "Look at me when you come."

"Mm, fuck!" he cried out, eyes narrowing as it finally hit him. "Aah, fuck, I love you, I love you, fuck!"

He pulled me in for a sloppy kiss, his tongue immediately finding mine, groaning into my mouth. I kept bouncing on him as I brought a hand down to my clit, now chasing my big release. Shawn kept moaning, getting a little more sensitive, and he grabbed my breast like it was a fucking lifeline. His incoherent noises alone sent me to the end, and I was clenching around him repeatedly, the heat expanding through my body. I cried out his name like a mantra, my thighs trembling with the release. As soon as it was too much for me, I pulled off of him and collapsed in the space next to him.

Shawn was quick to lie down next to me, letting me curl up into his side. His muscular arms went around me comfortingly, and he planted a small kiss on top of my head. Our legs tangled together, staying closer under the sheets. My breathing was still quick and heavy, and my body was craving affection and comfort. Shawn squeezed me once, and he gently told me that this wasn't over quite yet.

I wasn't sure how long I was lying on my back, staring at the ceiling in a euphoric daze until the sun creeping in through the window. The light hit my eyes, causing me to scrunch my brows and turn my head away. Shawn picked his head up in surprise, squinting at the golden light pouring into the room. Then, his gaze met mine, and we both laughed softly. We really went at it the whole night, only catching short power naps every couple of hours.

Shawn turned his whole body towards me, and I did the same. There was a bit of space between us, but our hands found one another and lazily intertwined at the fingers.

"You look like an angel," he mumbled. "The sunlight is like a halo around your body. It's beautiful."

"Well, you're glowing," I told him, "you've got that sweaty, orgasmic highlight going on."

He smiled, his fingers playing with mine. Neither of us were exactly sleepy, but we were completely fucked out. I was already feeling the ache in my legs and my back. I was so glad I didn't have anything else to worry about today.

"What's the weirdest thing I did when I was on morphine?" I asked, wanting to fill the air.

Shawn's eyes widened a little bit, and so did his smile. "You said a lot of things. None of it was weird, you were just a lot more affectionate. You hit on me in front of the nurses."

I chuckled. "I sort of remember that. What else did I do?"

He thought for a minute, and his smile faltered a little. "When you woke up from your first surgery, you kept saying that I cheated on you."

For a split second, I was confused but then I gasped. The dream and the unbearable feelings came to memory in seconds. Then, I explained to Shawn what I saw when I went under, and he was shocked.

"Why would you dream that?" he asked, pouting.

I shrugged. "I can't control the subconscious of my brain. It felt so real, though."

"You know I'd never cheat on you, right?"

"Of course, I'll kill you if you do."

He chuckled and stroked my cheek. His eyes lit up again. "When you were on drugs and delirious from your fever, you really wanted me to cup your face like this. If I pulled away, you kept my hand there."

Just as he said that, my hand went up to hold his wrist. I mean, I did love having my face caressed. There was nothing quite like the feeling of being held in such a sweet, intimate manner. It made me feel small, but not in the way I had gotten used to over the last few years. I felt small, but I also knew Shawn would put me in his pocket and protect me. Of course I wanted to feel that sense of security while I was hospitalized.

"It makes me feel safe," I told him, really milking this afterglow thing.

Shawn's smile grew. "That's the cutest fucking thing I've ever heard. I'll keep my hand here as long as you want, anytime."

The cheesy, goofy grin on my face was so unlike me. How in the hell did Shawn find a way to crack me open? How did he manage to tear my walls down? How did he make me so optimistic about what we had going on? I had never been so over the moon before. Is this how you're supposed to feel when your feelings are reciprocated?

"Remember our first date?" I asked. "When you asked me what it means to be a goth?"

"Yeah," Shawn replied. "Something about light and dark, but you couldn't find the beauty in it."

I nodded. "Yeah. There's no beauty in depression, or nightmares, or surgery. And there's far worse shit out there that make it even harder to find beauty in the dark. And that's not even the dark stuff that appeals to me."

"So what does appeal to you?"

"I could have died. It would have sucked for my parents, and for you, and probably Stella too. But for me, I could have gone on to the next thing, whatever it may be. And yeah, it scares me a little bit, because I don't know what's next. Not knowing is what scares me, not the act of death itself, and not the skulls or the upside down crosses or the cemeteries. Finding my own light in the dark things that people find strange or spooky is what's beautiful to me."

Shawn smiled at my rambling, his thumb brushing my cheek.

"And you're beautiful to me too," I added with a giggle. "You're a different kind of light."

He leaned over and kissed my forehead, and then our noses brushed together gently. "You're the beauty in the dark, honey. It's all you."

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AN: LMAO I LIED ITS MORE LIKE A SEASON FINALE I AINT DONE WITH THESE FUCKS JUST YET HAHAHAHA anyways let me know if u wanna be added to the taglist

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes smut #shawn x goth gf #tee hee #imma tag peeps in a minute #im headed out the door akldfsd

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mysteryartisticwriter · 5 years

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Monday Morning Blues? // Peter Parker X Reader

A/N: Yo girl back with another not requested fic, lmao. Well I’m sick at the moment and I thought that I would get this done while I’m at it. Plus, I just saw Endgame a while ago and I just needed to get my mind off of it because MARVEL KILLED ME. Don’t worry, this contains no spoilers.

BEFORE INFINITY WAR AND ENDGAME AU

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED BTW (for now)

Requested: Nope

Warning: Cussing, bad writing and some more bad writing

Not my gif!! (Please tell me if you, the owner, would like me to take the gif down!)

To be straight, Peter wasn’t having the best kind of Monday morning.

Not just from the fact that he didn’t want to go to school, he was already grumpy from staying up late protecting the city from bad guys. And the minute the hero woke up, his day went to complete shit.

First off, his alarm clock, happened to wake him up later than what he wanted. Aunt May had already left by the time he woke up, thinking he would be fine on his own that morning. Oh, he surely wasn’t.

Then the clothing he was going to wear at school got milk spilled all over him, so he had to change his clothes and now he had no more milk for his cereal. Now, Peter was running very late to school.

Once the boy had left his apartment building, it just so happened to start raining and he had no way of covering himself. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Peter just cursed to himself and ran through the wet concreted sidewalk.

When he was only a five minute distance from school, the teen slowed down and allowed fate to rein upon him. There were barely any people around him and barely any cars. He just figured that since it was storming and raining, a lot of people just stayed home.

‘The lucky normal people get to enjoy their day while I’m soaked in the freaking rain...’ The boy thought to himself.

Peter was about to cross the street he was on, when he heard a female voice call out to him in a panic.

“Incoming!”

Peter then felt a strong force push him towards the cement with his arms barely protecting him from the ground.

“Shit!”

Peter wasn’t completely sure if it was him who yelled out or the person that crashed into him. The fall hadn’t harmed him badly in any way at all, but maybe a few bruises somewhere but nothing terrible.

Very frustrated and angry, Peter stood up to confront the stranger.

“Watch where the hell you’re—“ The teenage boy paused his sentence when he noticed the other person was a girl, about the same age as him.

She was still laying on the ground, tangled in her own (f/c) bike and groaning in pain. Her wet, shiny (h/c) hair sprawled out on the street and framed black glasses on her nose crooked with her eyes closed from the state she was currently in. If she didn’t look like she was dead, Peter would have thought she looked stunning.

The female definitely was in much more pain than the boy standing above her.

Since it was early in the morning, the New Yorkers, that were up at this time, around them either stopped for a moment to see what had happened or just walked past them entirely. The only one actually paying attention to the girl on the ground was Peter, now feeling very guilty.

The brown haired boy quickly ran to her aid, obviously not wanting to leave her behind.

“Holy shit! Are you alright?” With no response from her (besides the groaning), Peter began to panic just ever so slightly.

“Shit shit shit shit! Hey, wake up! Come on, wake up!” He called out to her, hopefully for a word.

Peter was now completely late for school at this point, but he could care less. He just needed to make sure the girl sprawled on the ground was okay.

With no response once more, Peter contemplated on calling Mr. Stark because he was panicking so much that he couldn’t think straight. He stumbled to get his phone out, when he heard the faintest sound coming from the girl’s mouth.

A fucking laugh.

“What? What is it? Do you want me to call an ambulance?!” As Peter was freaking out, the girl just kept laughing like a freaking psychopath.

“What! What’s so funny?” Peter questioned, finally the female started to control her laughter and quiet down.

“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong but...” The mysterious girl let out one last laugh. Just when she was about to stand up, she realized her body was still entangled in her now wrecked bike.

“Could you help me up first and please help me get rid of this death trap?”

“O-Oh! Yeah, sure.”

After finally getting herself removed from the contraption, Peter brought her to a nearby alley with dumpsters and helped the female throw her wrecked bike away. Once they both got that done, the two of them stared at each other for an awkward amount of time.

Trying to cut the tension, the girl spoke out and raised her hand towards the boy across from her.

“I’m (Y/n). I’m sorry about crashing into you, my bike’s brakes broke and I unfortunately couldn’t stop myself from crashing into you.” The girl, now known as (Y/n), explained.

“It-It’s really no problem at all! I have no scratches at all and it seems that you don’t either so that’s a good thing,” Peter replied back. “I-I’m Peter. Peter Parker.” Peter introduced himself and shook the girl’s hand.

He mentally face palmed himself, cursing in his head that he said those words instead of better ones.

“Yeah, but I’m really sorry. I should have realized that this bike was really old and thrown it out earlier.” Tucking a wet piece of straight away from her face, (Y/n) looked down slightly at her shoes in shame.

“Like I said, don’t worry about it!” Peter reassured her. But something on his face must have told the (h/c) haired girl that something was wrong.

Coming a little closer to the boy, causing him to step back, she stared him straight in his eyes.

“Monday morning blues?” (Y/n) asked him, backing up to her spot from before.

Confused, Peter asked her, “W-What?”

“You know...bad morning?”

“O-Oh! Yeah...bad morning. What about you? You don’t seem to be in the best of moods either.” The unknown hero questioned her.

“Well I was before I met you.” Her words caused the boy’s mind to go haywire.

Peter fumbled to find his words as (Y/n) noticed what she had done.

“N-No no no no no no! N-Not like that! But...I guess having a laugh this morning really cheered me up a bit. So thank you for giving me a laugh on this fine morning.” (Y/n) giggled, tucking another strand of her hand behind her eye.

Peter couldn’t help but gawk slightly at (Y/n)’s beauty. The rain had calmed down a bit and now both of their hairs were just damp. The glasses fit her face almost perfectly and she looked to have little to no makeup on her, creating a natural look.

Since Liz left, Peter hasn’t seen anyone that matched her beauty. But now, (Y/n)’s looks could rival Liz’s and the (h/c) haired girl would win by a long shot.

“Peter? Peter!” Snapping back to reality, the brown haired boy realized he was staring at the girl for too long.

“Sorry, sorry. I was...miles away.” (Y/n) just laughed and took out her phone from her pocket, surprisingly having no cracks.

The girl took one look at the clock and her eyes immediately widened.

“Shit! I’m gonna be late for school! I’m guessing you’re going there too?” (Y/n) questioned Peter while gathering her stuff.

“Yeah, actually. Midtown High, d-do you go there?” Peter asked, waiting for the girl to finish fixing herself.

“I do! I’m new and I didn’t want to be late on my first day. Which is now out the window...” She groaned.

“I’m sure they’ll give you an excuse since it’s your first day. But do you...maybe wanna walk there together? We’re already really late so we could just go together.” He suggested.

‘Please don’t say no. Please don’t say no.’

(Y/n)’s eyes then glowed with joy.

“It would be an honor, Peter Parker.”

A/N: Ugh this is so bad, I don’t like the ending

Let me know if you guys wanna be tagged in my Marvel Stories!

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cherrie511 · 5 years

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Jealous

yay! so i had an idea for draco x reader where the reader is in gryffindor and friends with the trio, and while she always stands up for herself and her friends, she's really kind to draco. so they become more friendly but still with teasing over time, but one day in 5th year he gets jealous because she's talking to another guy and they have a fight and then he blurts out the he loves her and they kiss? sorry if this is way too specific lol, i love you're writing and had this thought <3 thx! - @redfiregreenwaves

Hi! Sorry I took so long, my exams finished a few days ago. Hope you like it! Gif belongs to artist, not me btw :)

I edited and made the ask into an actual post with proper hashtags because I realized that I actually really liked it. Thanks for requesting! <3 @redfiregreenwaves

Draco Malfoy leaned on a pillar in the Hogwarts courtyard, glowering at the witch and wizard chatting amiably on the other side. His storm filled eyes followed your finger twisting a strand of hair around and around it as you giggled at something that idiot Dean Thomas said. A soft growl involuntarily fought its way out of his throat as the coffee skinned wizard’s hand brushed your waist as he bid you goodbye and walked away.

Slytherin colors are green, and Draco was engulfed in it.

He was conscious of himself being temperamental, but his favorite Gryffindor (the only Gryffindor he tolerated, really) often had his emotions out of wack, especially this year.

You and Draco had first encountered each other at the beginning of your first year at Hogwarts, minutes before getting sorted into your houses. Draco had been tormenting Ron Weasley about his family’s financial status when you butted in with some choice words to shut the blond wizard up.

Draco involuntarily cracked a tiny smile at the memory of first-year you stomping up to him, brand new robes swishing. He still hadn’t forgotten the words you’d bit out, noses inches apart before growth spurts and puberty happened.

“Blond hair, fancy robes, and an inability to mind your own business? You must be a Malfoy. Why can’t you leave him alone?” Suddenly, her fierce expression softened a bit. ”C’mon, we’re finally at Hogwarts! This is exciting! Trust me, you’re not going to make any friends by being a twat.”

She gave him a mischievous but not at all unfriendly look and flounced away before he could reply, Weasley and Potter at her heels, following her like lost puppies.

Though Draco had been fuming then, he’s started falling for the vivacious Gryffindor that very day.

Somehow, over the next few years, an odd sort of friendship had blossomed between the young witch and wizard. Draco would taunt Harry, Ron, or Hermione, and your quick tongue would fire a clever comeback to keep him on his toes. When you were alone, though, the two of you got along like a house fire. As time passed, Draco’s feelings for you had grown more and more pronounced until he was hiding a full blown crush right under your nose. He wasn’t sure what to do about it… he’d never like-liked a girl like you before.

Jealousy was like an icy bucket of water being poured over his fond trip down memory lane as he caught sight of the large, Dean Thomas-induced smile taking over your face as you practically skipped over to where he was standing. An irate expression carved itself back onto his features.

Your smile faded as you took in his less-than-pleased look and you sighed.

“Is there a problem, Malfoy?”

“Care to explain why you were talking to… that?” he spat, jerking his chin in the general direction of Dean’s retreating form.

“Dean and I are working on a project together in Transfiguration. We were brainstorming ideas. Not that it’s any of your business either way- since when are there restrictions on who I talk to? What’s been the matter with you recently?”

“You know exactly what the matter is,” He murmured after a moment’s hesitation, pale pink suddenly saturating his cheeks

“I honestly don’t, Draco. Please educate me.” You said irritably, good mood ruined. “You’ve been acting like more of a prat than usual since the start of this year, what-“

“I like you, okay,” he blurted, porcelain skin now flushed closer to scarlet than pink. “I like you as more than a friend. To be honest…” he floundered for a moment, but somehow found the courage to plough on. “I think I love you. No,” he murmured, laughing quietly at his own nonsensical rambling. ”I do love you. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my whole life.”

The defensive expression dropped off your face and was replaced by total shock as his confession hit you.

“I… I know I’m being a prat about Dean and you’re right, you can talk to whoever you want, but I’ve just never felt like this before. This is new to me and I just don’t know how to tell you that I think your smile could light up galaxies and your laugh is like music and that face you make when you’re concentrating is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and-“

Draco broke off with a short inhale as he caught his breath and looked up, vulnerability written all over his aristocratic features.

It was your turn to blush furiously. You’d always squashed your feelings for the Slytherin Prince down because you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had, but his sudden proclamation of love made all the bottled up feelings surge through you at once.

You stared at the face you’d come to love so much over the last few years with affection and decided that it was far past the time to play it safe. You stepped closer so that the faint scent of his expensive cologne tickled your nose.

Draco’s grey eyes widened at the sudden proximity for and bit his lip, unconsciously making you feel a warm tug in the bottom of your stomach.

You rose to the tips of your toes to combat the height difference and gingerly pressed your lips to his, putting your arms around his neck. His movements were cautious at first too, but soon you both relaxed and his arms were wrapped around your waist, lips were dancing against your own. The feeling of your bodies pressed flush against each other was absolute bliss, like his was made to hold yours.

You could feel the rapid beating of his heart right besides your own and you knew down to the deepest crevice of your soul that every inch of you belonged to him.

The spell was broken by a cry of surprise from a familiar voice.

“What the hell, (Y/N)?” Harry exclaimed, making you and Draco break apart slightly. You looked over with a guilty smile, but Malfoy only had eyes for you, completely captivated.

“Oh relax, Harry, stop pretending you don’t owe Ron and I five galleons each. We’re happy for you!” Hermione chirped across the courtyard, ushering the protesting boys back into the castle to allow the new couple some time alone.

Gray irises met (Y/E/C) ones and you both burst into peals of disbelieving laughter.

“You make me so happy.”

The words slipped out of your mouth before you could think about them and you realized that they were true. You intertwined your fingers in his and tucked your head into the crook of his neck, watching first years run after each other on the banks of the Black Lake in the distance.

Draco’s heart had never felt lighter. From this point on, you were to be the one thing that kept him sane, the one person in his life to live for. He promised himself that he would spend the rest of his life making you happy.

“Hey, when can we kiss again?”

You laughed.

“How ‘bout in the amount of time it takes us to get back to the closest

common room?”

“You’re on.”

And so, fingers still intertwined, the teenagers raced back into the castle.

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darrowsrising · 6 years

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Darrow and Vlad: #astrearants #maybeboring #youhavebeenwarned #historyandshite

By unpopular demand (and because @sevroaubarca ’s probably a fan of Vlad the ultimate muderous babe) I am writing a post about Darrow, the Reaper of Mars from Red Rising, and Vlad, the Impaler of Wallachia, historical person. I am not an expert. I will say only what I have learned at school and from extensive reading (I am a history nerd and Ion Bulai and Neagu Djuvara are awesome to say the least). Also, as Djuvara says in almost all his book, history is subjective so there is no way historians can be objective 100%. The are a lot of suppositions and hypothesis etc.

To me and romanians, Vlad was a ruthless, but fair monarch who protected his people and his throne by any means necessary, to Ottomans, he was a cold blooded monster, to the rest of the world, he is a serial killer, a cruel ruler etc. You get the idea.

Fitchner au Barca states in Red Riding that students at the Institute can be as ruthless as Vlad Dracul as long as they don’t lose like he did.

And I was like, dude, Vlad lost because people betrayed him. His plans weren’t that bad for a feudal monarch surrounded at all corners by mighty states. Here’s a brief history lesson:

He was first born to his father Vlad II Dracul and supposedly the daughter of the then Moldavian Prince.

His father won the throne with Ottoman support, but many boyars (romanian nobility) always conspired against him and the Drăculești dynasty.

Don’t get it wrong. Vlad Dracul won his throne, but he wasn’t an usurper. It was believed his dynasty had Mircea the Old as ancestor. It’s the ‘law’ of the royal bone. If you were related to someone who had the throne then you had the right to demand the throne.

The rulers of the romanian countries (Transylvania is debatable, because it was under other countries’s control over the centuries with little to no autonomy) are called Princes in english. But the actual term is 'great voivode and domn’. The first term means total military power. The second comes from “dominus”. Leader, master, ruler etc.

Vlad Dracul made a pact with The Order of the Dragon to ensure that the Ottomans won’t sack and conquer Wallachia. He wasn’t a great leader and his impossibility to deal with the Sultan cost him the respect of his people and his heir.

Vlad and his little brother Radu were given to the Ottoman Empire. It was a safety enssurence, but Vlad was trained to become a eniccesery in the Ottoman army. It was a normal practise then. The Romanian Countries paid tribute in gold and children so the 'merciful’ Sultan won’t conquer and sack their lands. The enemies of the Empire risked to face their own brothers, sons, nephews etc.

Vlad and Radu were kids then. But Vlad was the one who opposed the most. He was mercilessly tortured into obedience. Here it is were he learned how the Ottoman Army works and the most gruesome torture practises.

Radu The Handsome will become, as rumors has it, Mehmed II’s lover.(the old sleeping with the enemy thrope.). Hence 'the handsome’ (gay).

Vlad will go back to his beloved Wallachia. He will rule it on and off for short periods of time. He will quickly become feared through out the region.

His best tactics were made to compensate for the lack of men he had compared to the Ottomans. The Ottoman Empire was a huge empire. Wallachia was a small country. Almost a quarter of Romania’s actual size (almost, search Wallachia map for more info). A small kid against a huge giant. But this isn’t David and Goliath. Vlad managed to hold the empire in check. He killed emmisaries and diplomatic convoys from the Ottoman Empire so their corpses will decorate the gates of the keeps. (It was easier to instill fear than reinforcing the keeps). He personally arraged the head of the Pasha and his sons on the iron spikes of the gates to reinforce fear and the myth of the bloodthirsty monster from Wallachia.

He got rid of ploys to dethrone him by inviting the conspirators at dinner then locking them in and setting the place on fire.

He ordered hangings, stakings and decapitatations of rapists, desertors, spies etc.

When the Ottoman Empire responded with armies and conquering, he ordered the salting of the earth, the poisoning of wells. It was a well known practise (nothing new, but very effective). The sad part was that many people thought the same with their boys: better dead than in the hands of the Ottomans. And even sadder it is that the Romanian Countries weren’t the only ones living under the shadow of the Empire. The Balkan countries were in the same position and worse, they were considered parts of the Empire.

In June 1462, Mehmed II himself went into a expedition to dethrone Vlad. Vlad set on fire half his army in a savage night attack with his army dressed in Ottoman clothes.

He had to retreat in the mountains and wait for help from Matthias Corvin, half romanian - half hungarian voivode of Transylvania. Matthias betrayed him, but instead of giving him to the Ottomans (Iancu of Hunedoara, Matthias’s father was the one who supported Vlad’s ruling fron the start of it), he arrested him and held him at Buda for 14 years.

The thing which also held back Matthias was, in my opinion, the fact that Vlad was married to Ilona Szilágyi. A noble hungarian woman, Matthias’s cousin and the Queen mother’s granddaughter - Elizabeth Szilágyi.

When Vlad tried again to gain back his throne, not only Mehmed II jumped out of his arse, but the boyars started to militate for Radu as the rightful ruler. There were many fights for the throne, but with Mehmed as his supporter and some noble families backing him up, Radu won, but only because traitors eventually stabbed Vlad in the back.

Btw, Radu (who is Vlad’s little half-brother and who converted to Islam while in the Sultan’s care) didn’t have a great rule either, he battled for the throne with a no-one-cares-about and he was killed by Mihnea the Bad, Vlad’s only surviving heir. (Proud papa is smirking fron hell).

Darrow uses the Reaper myth to instill fear, to freeze his enemies, to make them play after his rules.

He was trained and taught by the Society he was trying to break (and eventually did break).

People he considered brothers turned against him (Cassius and Roque, although in Vlad’s case we can only talk about Radu and someone from his enturage whom he trusted, but we can’t compare them to Cassius and/or Roque).

There were many situations when Darrow had less people in his army than his enemies, but he always found a solutions around that.

Radu The Handsome was indeed handsome. Vlad on the other hand had a savage appearence: wild, wavy, soulder lenght, black hair, crooked, acviline nose nose from fights, black moustache, high cheekbones, black, deep set eyes. Darrow is described as being handsome in a savage way. Cassius and Roque have classic beauty, which is inviting, trust worthy, maybe intimidating a bit. But Darrow’s beauty is wild. He is has this aura of restlessness, anger. He is not only intimidating, he is scary; there are even rumours that he eats glass.

After infiltrating in the Society he eventually comes back to his roots, not longer a child.

Some historians think that Vlad was married to a romanian girl before Ilona. There was speculation that after their children died in either childbirth or because of illnesses, she threw herself down a tower’s spiral stairs. On the other hand, Vlad’s love with Ilona is recognized and it’s supposed to have been happy. Vlad’s cousin, Ștefan the Great, Prince of Moldavia (and in my opinion a tad more badarse than Vlad), had enough daughters if Vlad wished to strenghten his ties with Moldavia. Radu married one of those daughters to assure his throne and allies. Vlad and Ștefan helped each other a lot, but they were also rivals. But instead of forcing bonds, Vlad chose Ilona (he didn’t have an extraordinary relationship with Matthias Corvin and the Hungarian Kingdom either, because the majority of the population in Translyvania was romanian and they were discriminated against). So to say he might have loved her isn’t exactly a stretch.

Darrow’s marriages aren’t totally similar to Vlad’s, but there are some elements here and there which match.

Mihnea is the only child which was recorded from the marriage of Vlad with Ilona. There aren’t notes of bastards (the concept isn’t really that of the western view. Radu has as much right to the throne as Vlad and they were half-brothers. It’s called the 'law’ of the royal bone (os domnesc, the bone of the dominus), not the hereditary law.) Just like Pax is the only child, Mihnea was the only one to carry his father legacy.

The difference is that Darrow learns that people need a reason to follow you. And that using them and using only cruelty and fear will get you stabbed in the gut. Vlad didn’t have Ilona at his side or hidden in the woods to mend his wounds like Mustang did to Darrow. So it was too late for Vlad to fix things.

I admit that by the standards of today, Vlad is a serial killer. But Ștefan, for example, wasn’t too far either: he killed people because they were getting on his nerves, he hated when people were more talentated than him (he killed a teenager for hitting a target with an arrow, a target he couldn’t hit), but he was a good ruler, a strong diplomat, a great strategist. His people prospered for 47 years under his rule and protection. Vlad didn’t really managed to have a constant rule.

Anyway, I wrote this because 🇷🇴 #pride and because there are a lot of instances where Darrow is compared with Achilles, with Mars, with Ares, with Selenius au Lune (indirectly. He is compared to Iron Golds and Selenius was considered an Iron Gold), with Scipio, and a lot of other people of legends and myths and reality. I just wanted to put my favorite character face to face with one of my favorite historical figures.

#vlad the impaler #vlad tepes #romanian history #darrow au andromedus #darrow of lykos #reaper #red rising trilogy

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karedevil4ever · 7 years

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I'll Always Fall for You

Requested by: @irelandhoneybee "Anything in a fall setting with heavy flirting/sexual tension would be right up my alley." I loved writing this so much. Nothing makes me write faster than fluff. It just makes me so happy! 😁 (Sorry for the pun in the title btw haha) ~x~ Matt Murdock had been Karen Page's boyfriend for two weeks. Two weeks of chaste kisses and sweet blushes. Karen enjoyed it, actually she enjoyed it a lot, but there was a part of her that wanted a little more from the man she had worked with for so long. She could tell Matt was holding back, the darkness that would sometimes fall over his eyes when she bit his lip or moaned his name. No matter how many times she tried to lure a little bit more out of him, he always tore his lips away from hers and changed the subject, sweetness returning to his voice. She shivered as the Autumn wind whipped through her hair, pushing her back against the wall hoping for even a sliver of warmth. Matt had set up a date with her, a day in Central Park enjoying each other's company. It sounded sweet, romantic, and just like Matt. Karen was hoping she could end the day with a bang. Or at least something close to it. Karen could see Matt waiting for her around the corner, patiently tapping his foot. She snuck up behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she whispered, "Good morning Mr. Murdock." "This is highly unprofessional Miss Page." He laughed, grabbing her hands as he pecked her arms. "Oh, so this is a business meeting." She said cheekily, walking around to meet him face to face. "I had something entirely different planned for us." "Like what?" He asked, pressing their noses together as took a step closer to her. "Like..." She began, breathing coolly against his lips. "Enjoying the Fall scenery." "And how am I supposed to do that?" He sighed, smiling as she pushed his shoulder playfully. "I'll describe it to you." She grinned as she took his hand, leading him towards the bridge that curved across a river. "The leaves are in that perfect state of being. When their not green and boring like spring and summer, but not brown and dead like in the Winter." He could feel her skin trying to warm itself up, the vibrations of her shivers reaching his ears. "No their that special kind of orange, with tips of red at the edges. Like... like a fire just at the start, spreading through the trees and dancing in the wind. Oh, thank you." She blushed as Matt placed his coat over her shoulders, rubbing her arms comfortingly. "And what about the people?" He asked, his voice soft and kind. Their arms linked together as she laid her head on his shoulder, pressing her hair into the crook of his neck. "There's an old woman with a blue hat feeding pigeons. And she's... staring angrily at some kids because they keep scaring her birds away." They giggled together, stepping in sync. "It sounds like a beautiful day." He said happily, pulling her closer to him. "Even better when you tell it to me." She stopped, pressing her lips to his neck, smiling as his scruff tickled her nose. He bent his head, trying to kiss her, but she took a step away, pulling his hands forward. "Come on, Matt." He frowned, almost pouting at not being able to kiss his girlfriend. She had to stifle a chuckle. The fallen leaves danced around their feet, the pleasant crunch under their feet making her fall even more in love with her favorite season. They bought a bag of pumpkin seeds, which Karen ended up eating most of as pumpkin was not exactly Matt's favorite flavor. Not that he would ever say no to sharing food with her. He was picking up another seed, about to pop it into his mouth, before Karen caught his wrist. She brought his fingers to her mouth, stealing his food with a smirk. Her tongue licked around his fingertips, sucking for a second before asking if he would walk her home. Matt's mouth was hanging wide open, his tongue dabbing at his mouth desperately as he tried to comprehend what she had just done. She tried to walk away from him again, before his hands shot out to her waist, pulling her to his chest. His lips searched for hers with urgency, but she stopped him again, her hand resting against his mouth. "Slow down there, cowboy." His jaw clenched, the darkness behind his eyes thicker than she had ever seen before. The walk back to her apartment was tense, both of them swallowing thickly. His face was red and hot, and his hands couldn't stop fidgeting. "Well, this is me." Karen said, squeezing his hand. The stairs leading to her apartment reminded her of their second kiss, how passionate things had turned toward the end. But of course, Matt had ended it all too soon. "I don't want this to end." Matt whispered, his hands sliding up to her neck. He met her mouth desperately with his own, nipping and licking everywhere he could. He pressed her against the stone tablet that stood strongly against the staircase, his hands traveling up and down her sides. She gave him one more peck on the lips, before pushing him away. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow then." His breathing had turned heavy, and she could tell he was reluctant to let go. He took a step back, fixing his tie as he said, "Y-Yeah. See you tomorrow..." She grinned, laughing to herself as she walked back inside. It had taken all her willpower to not invite him in, but it was worth it to see him look how she had felt for the past few weeks. Karen knew the next time they went out, would be a hell of a night to remember. Matt stood outside, star struck. Even the cold wind that whipped his skin couldn't awaken him from the dream-like state she had left him in. Only one thing ran through his mind, again and again and again... What the hell just happened?

#karedevil #karedevil fanfic #third request complete! 😄#sorry these are coming out as one a day #but one can I say? I'm a procrastinator haha

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gabrielxreader · 7 years

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Neko, Akuma, Tenshi

Request: Hi! Totally love your blog btw, but I was wondering if you could write about gabriel being turned into a kitten and the reader taking him in, but when they try to change him back he still has the cat ears and tail. Gonna go run away now *hides*

A/N: This is really more humor than romance. I hope that’s okay!

Author: Holly

Warnings: Outdated Gremlins jokes

Characters: Y/N, Gabriel, Sam, Dean, Castiel

Word Count: 2,258

Y/N = Your Name

The knocking on your door continued. It was aggressive and hard, and you were really annoyed by the person’s attitude, but you suspected that if you just ignored them then they might find some battering ram to force your door open with, so you went to answer.

You pulled the door open in your pajamas, barefoot, with your hair messy and loose and a little bit snarled from your nap. You had been having a rough day, so you’d gone to bed early and hadn’t planned on getting up again. Now that you saw who you’d let in, you wished you’d just stayed asleep. You liked the Winchesters – you swear, you really did – but they always brought trouble.

Dean, Sam, and Castiel were all on your doorstep. Sam was in a plaid shirt with a long rip up the sleeve and dirt on the collar. Part of Dean’s shirt was bulging from what you suspected were wrapped bandages, and he had bloodstains from a head wound by his left eye and a nasty bruise on his jaw. Cas’ tie was more crooked than usual, there was a dark pink splatter stain on his trench coat, and his smoldering eyes seemed more intense than you remembered.

And Sam was carrying a kitten, wrapped up in another of his shirts.

You took a deep breath before greeting them. You needed to say something polite, but straightforward; I don’t have the patience or energy for your bad luck should do the trick.

Before you got the chance, Dean cut through the awkward silence in which you’d all been standing and staring at each other. “Hey, Y/N. You look like hell. And… we’d know.” He gestured between himself and Sam.

You scowled and started to close the door.

Dean jumped and shoved his foot out, catching it before it could close and shoving it open again. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he put his arms out. “Easy there. Look, we just want – need – a favor.”

There was a reason you weren’t thrilled to see them. Every time they saw you, they wanted something from you. There had been a couple of occasions where it was something simple, like laundry or research, but most of the time, it was dangerous, exasperating, time-consuming, and ultimately something you didn’t want to deal with. You’d never really been in the life, per se, but your best friend had discovered hunting and you’d been riding it out ever since.

“That’s what I’m afraid of!” You groaned at him crossly. “Last time I did a favor for you, I was hexed! – I couldn’t walk more than a few steps at a time for days, Dean! Days!”

“Look,” Sam put in, looking desperate. He used his puppy-dog eyes. “Okay, you’re right, usually we ask a lot. But this time we’ve already taken care of the bad guy, right? We just need someone to watch over this thing while we figure out… damage control.”

You should’ve been suspicious when he hesitated, but he had offered you the little fluffy thing, and you made grabby hands towards the kitten. It was half-asleep and tired. Its fur was a beautiful, clean golden with tawny paws and a bit of the same shading around its little nose.

“This is all you want?” You checked contemplatively, narrowing your eyes. Dean gave you a grin. Sam nodded. Unconvinced, you turned your glare towards Castiel, who ducked his head.

“You have our word,” the angel rumbled, nodding. “All we ask of you is that you be the caretaker for that cat for the next… three days?” He turned his blue eyes to Dean in question.

Three days was a longer time than you’d have liked, but compared to anything else they could’ve asked you for, this was tame. You didn’t have anything better to do, really, so you guessed that it wasn’t going to hurt you too much. Besides, the kitty was cute.

“Okay,” you acquiesced suspiciously, cradling it close to your chest with both hands. Sam started to smile in relief, and you seized an opportunity. “But Sam, I’m keeping this shirt.” You patted the side of the bundle the kitten was in. You liked his flannels; once you washed the fur off, it would be warm and soft.

He laughed. “It’s all yours.”

“Great,” Dean beamed, stepping forwards and clapping his hand forcefully on your shoulder. “Knew we could count on you.”

The kitten was not a kitten. Seven hours after Team Free Will had departed, you knew that the real reason they’d left it with you was because it was actually a demon.

It was cute while it was sleeping, but after it woke up, it was a nightmare. It yowled at you until you let it lead you into the kitchen (smart kitten) but then freaked out and refused to eat the rice and yogurt you gave it. You didn’t exactly have cat food on you – you didn’t own a cat! It wouldn’t stay off of your furniture, and when you tried laying out a blanket for it, it pushed its slim body under the blanket instead of staying on top of it, getting fur on both the blanket and the sofa. It was happy enough to let you pet it, but it made cute yet irritating hissy noises whenever you stopped or tried to pick it up.

“You liars,” you snarled into the phone, the back of your hand still stinging from a swipe of tiny, razor-sharp claws. “You dirty brats. No wonder you wanted rid of it. It’s a monster.”

“You’re telling me,” Dean grumbled on the other end. The background noise was quiet. Then, louder, he addressed you again. “Look, give him some chocolate. If you wanna play hardball, just stick him in a closet and close the door.”

“Dean!” You exclaimed, scandalized. “I’m not going to abuse a cat, or give it food to make it sick!”

Fluff rubbing on your ankle had you looking down. Your houseguest was rubbing itself along your feet, having snuck out to join you in the entrance hall silently. Its eyes were closed and you could feel the vibration in its body as it purred. You smiled slightly, but you weren’t going to let it – him? – lull you into complacency for his next stunt.

“Alright, listen, I know it’s weird, but Cas thinks he’s got something. We’ll probably pick him up tomorrow, do a little hocus-pocus, and presto bam-o, we’re all out of your hair, demon-cat included.”

“Presto bam-o?” You repeated skeptically. “How come you need magic? You know that’s playing with fire. And what’s that have to do with the cat?”

“Look, it’s complicated.” Dean was starting to backtrack. In ten seconds, you predicted he’d hang up so you couldn’t ask more questions. You started counting backwards in your head. “Just, you know, don’t feed it after midnight, don’t let it kill itself – or you.”

“Uh-huh,” you dryly agreed. Three, two- “Dean?”

The phone clicked.

It used to be that you were angry when that happened, but you were so used to the boys by now that their quirks were just things you predicted and went along with. You reserved your temper for when they really deserved it. Putting your phone back in your pocket, you looked down at the kitten, which had sat back on its haunches, tail flopped out on the floor behind it, and was peering up at you with an ear crooked.

“He hung up on me,” you told the cat with a frown, planning to commiserate. “When Dean comes back, do me a favor and scratch him, too.”

The cat meowed a little too enthusiastically and if you’d been a little more tired, you might’ve even said it nodded.

At least Dean wasn’t wrong when he made his latest promises. Sam and Cas came back to your house the next time lunch rolled around, Sam carrying a conspicuous brown canvas bag and Castiel already with his silver blade out of his sleeve.

You looked from Sam to Cas, briefly envied Dean his escape, and then said sarcastically, “When do we begin the cult sacrifice?”

Sam was puzzled until he looked at Cas. Then he did a double-take and punched the angel in the arm halfheartedly. “Dude, put that away!” He scolded, giving you a hesitant, apologetic wince. “I’m sorry. We talked about this.”

Cas glowered at the back of Sam’s head. “I’d like to rescue my brother from this undignified spell as soon as possible.”

While moving aside to let them in, you started to ask the multitude of questions you had. “What’s this about?” You pressed, closing the door behind them. “Why’s the cat important? Why does Dean say you guys are going to use a spell? What does another angel have to do with this?”

Sam clasped his hands before him as he stalled to figure out what to say. “Well…” He stopped, glanced at Cas, and then turned back to you. “See, the thing is… Okay, you wouldn’t believe what happened.”

“We found a witch in a neighboring state. Gabriel was supplying us with an ingredient to reverse a spell cast on the town when he was subjected to the effects of a hex bag intended for me.” Castiel explained it all shortly and without blinking. Sam grimaced but stepped back and let Cas take the reins. “Sam and Dean decided you were most qualified to be tasked with ensuring my brother’s continued safety.”

Spell – witch – angel – no.

“No,” you whispered, horrified. “Please tell me the demon-cat isn’t Gabriel.”

Cas cocked his head. “I will admit, a large part of the decision to leave him with you was due to the understanding that you were in favor of Gabriel.”

“Well yeah, sure,” you agreed, looking over your shoulder towards the living room, where you’d last seen the cat/archangel. Stricken, you turned your eyes back to Sam. “I thought he was just a cat,” you whimpered. “I let him sleep in my bed.”

“Mrrow!” The pitched yelp was followed by a small crash in the next room.

Property damage, mild injuries, and severe embarrassment were more than enough for you. You covered your face with your hands, groaning miserably. “Go fix it,” you begged. “Please, go fix it and don’t make me babysit for you ever again.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam apologized. Cas had already taken off to go locate the four-legged Gabriel. “Dean thought you’d refuse if you knew, and I kind of assumed he was right, so we just told you he’s a cat. And he is a cat, but that’s…” He stopped and took a deep breath when he realized he was rambling. “That’s… now I see how we may have been very misleading.”

You fixed and ate a bowl of ramen in your kitchen while the hunter and angel duo handled the Gabriel situation. The more you thought of it, the more you realized you should’ve guessed. The fur was totally Gabe, and if not the physical appearance, then it should’ve been how smart he was. For a kitten that barely looked a month old, he knew way too much about human appliances and behavior to interact with you the way he had been.

You had held him on your lap and petted him. You’d scratched his belly and tried to pick him up. You’d scolded him for being on the furniture. You were never going to live this down.

As you rinsed your dishes, you saw a huge flash come from your living room. It was like a flash-bang grenade, but it was flooded with energy. When the light hit you, you gasped and leaned over the counter, assaulted by the power within it. As Gabriel was angel-ed up again, you breathed deeply to curb your embarrassment before you had to go face them.

It’s okay, you promised yourself. You thought he was a cat. It doesn’t have to be awkward.

Bravely, you took a few steps onwards, entering the room with the other three, and stopped short in your tracks.

This is definitely going to be awkward.

Gabriel sat on the floor, leaning against the front of your sofa, in a rumpled olive-colored jacket and jeans. Strands of hair were in front of his face and he was covering his nose with the crook of his elbow. From where you were, you could now smell the herbs from the spell Cas had used, and they were very unpleasantly pungent. Most importantly, you could still see the golden triangles poking up from his head, and the same-colored tail, now in proportion to his human vessel, between his legs.

You cursed loudly.

Sam held a hand out, faltered, and stepped back. “I honestly don’t know what to say about this.” He turned to Cas.

The angel stared at the spell bowl. “I don’t understand,” he muttered. “This is a restoration spell. It should have worked entirely.”

“You missed a few spots,” Gabriel snorted, tentatively uncovering his nose and reaching for his ears. His face brightened almost immediately. “Hey, why didn’t I ever think of this myself? I look adorable. What do you think, sugarplum?”

“I think I have got to get a life beyond the supernatural,” you answered, eyes lingering on his ears. You repeatedly told yourself that you were not going to scratch his ears. “This is crazy, but you can talk again, so you can figure this out in another person’s house.”

Gabriel shrugged. “Fair enough.” His tail twitched. “Besides, I believe I owe the drunk Winchester an involuntary blood donation.”

#gabrielxreader #Gabriel x reader #humor #friendship #cat #witch #request #holly #hollykasakabe #holly writes #anonymous #witches #spells #magic #kitten #neko akuma tenshi #fic

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danglydolan · 7 years

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Dinner date ♡ Grayson {smut}

Request: ‘’Can you write something where you are the bartender on that yt creator summit and Grayson goes all flirty and in owe by your beauty so he is nervous and blushy, they go on a date and ends in romantic and cute smut?‘’

Response: Here you go babe :) Thanks for requesting! Btw guys, let me know if you want long imagines or shorter ones, because this one is pretty long. Hope you enjoy xx

Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

‘I’m still not convinced that this is a good idea,’ you say while you stand in front of the mirror, brushing your hair. You and your best friend were getting ready in your bedroom while listening to some music. Your friend puts her pink lipstick back into her makeup bag and turns around so she can look at you. She sighs. ‘Y/N, how many times do I have to repeat this? This is a once in a lifetime chance. And besides, it pays very well! We really need to save some money if we ever want to buy our own apartment.’

A few months ago your friend got contacted by one of the organizers of the YouTube Creator Summit to ask if she wanted to be a bartender at the event. She said yes, and she also asked if one of her best friends could work there also. And that best friend was you. Besides the lack of work experience there was another reason why you didn’t want to take the job; you never watched YouTube. And maybe it sounded silly that you didn’t want to take the job only because you didn’t watch YouTube videos, but it mattered to you. Imagine if you accidently bumped into a YouTuber with more than two million subscribers and you didn’t know who it was? That would be so awkward! But as much as you hated to admit it; she was right.

‘Yeah, okay,’ you admit. ‘I guess you have a point there.’ ‘Of course I have! And it is too late to back out now anyway,’ she chuckles while she puts an arm around you. You let out a deep sigh as you looked into her eyes. She looked like the opposite of you; relaxed, happy and full of anticipation. ‘Don’t be nervous, Y/N. You’ll do great. There is nothing difficult about pouring people a drink and taking their money.’ You force yourself to smile. ‘Yeah, that’s true.’ ‘Well, as much as I want to stay chatting about how great it will be, we should go and make it great. We don’t want to be late now, do we?’ She says while she puts her stuff into her bag and goes sit down on the side of the bed to put her shoes on. She was really enthusiastic which luckily cheered you up a bit. You try to have a positive mindset and think that today was going to be good day. And even if it wasn’t, it still was a new experience where you could learn from in hopefully many ways.

‘Y/N, if you take a break now, then I can go right after you,’ your friend says while she leans against the bar. It had been a busy three hours and your legs could definitely use some rest. ‘Yeah, okay. I’ll take fifteen minutes,’ you answer. You disappear to the back of the bar into a room as big as a toilet cubicle. It wasn’t big, but it was large enough to take a moment for yourself and eat your lunch. Up to now it had been a really fun day. You had met lots of nice people and YouTubers and made the decision for yourself to start watching some YouTube. Who would had ever thought that? You weren’t really a type to be on social media, but because of what you had heard and seen today you had changed your mind and thought that it would actually be a nice platform.

After you were done with your break your friend left to eat her lunch. A girl walks up to you and asks for some water. ‘Here you go,’ you smile and give it to her. She pays and thanks you and then she leaves. You clean the bar and look around you to see what you could do. At the end of the bar was sitting a guy. But not just a guy, oh no. It was the most handsome boy you had ever seen. Was it even a human? He reminded you of an angel but without the wings.

He had very big arms, a very toned skin and a jawline so sharp it could cut paper. He also had very thick eyebrows and long eyelashes, which was your biggest weakness. He was wearing a sexy leather jacket while absently looking at his hands, just waiting patiently. He hadn’t noticed you yet. You stroke a hand through your hair, trying to stay calm while you walk up to him. Your heart was beating so hard against your chest, you thought it would pop out.

‘Hi, how can I help you?’ you ask with a small smile as you place your hands on the bar to get his attention. He looks up and his face expression changes immediately. He suddenly looks like he had received the best news ever. ‘Hi there,’ he says. ‘Could I maybe have a coke?’ ‘Sure. Anything else?’ you ask. ‘No, that’s it,’ he replies while biting his lower lip and grabbing his wallet out of his pocket. He gives you the money while you walk back to grab the coke and his change. You feel his eyes following your actions, watching every move you made. It made you feel so nervous that you almost drop his drink. With pudding legs you walk back to him, handing him the coke and his money. ‘You can keep the change,’ he says. ‘Oh, thank you.’ you mumble with blushing cheeks. An electric shock rushes through your body when his fingers touch yours. He puts down his coke and stares at you again without embarrassment, not taking a sip of what he just ordered. ‘What?’ you ask nervously.

‘I hope this doesn’t sound weird or anything, but can I just say that you’re really beautiful? Like, really, really gorgeous.’ You burst out into a loud giggle and put a hand for your mouth, not believing he just said that. ‘You’re messing with me, right?’ He blinks his eyes a few times like you just said something really stupid. ‘No? Why would I joke about something like that?’ You bite your lips as you hold back smile. ‘Well… Thank you. Nobody has ever said something like that so spontaneously to me. I’m flattered.’

He puts out a beautiful hand. ‘By the way, I’m Gray-‘ but before he can finish his sentence or you can take his hand, you two hear a voice yelling from a few meters away. ‘Grayson?! GRAYSON DOLAN?!’ This girl runs up to the bar and it doesn’t take long before a whole group of girls was around him, touching him and trying to get his attention to take a selfie with him. You take a step back, surprised that he was so popular. ‘I’m sorry,’ he says and turns around to greet his fans and to take pictures with them. You just stand there in complete shock. Who was Grayson Dolan and how could you never heard of him?

After a few minutes the girls had what they wanted and left, so it was just the two of you again. ‘Eh, where were we?’ he chuckles. ‘You were telling me your name,’ you giggle. ‘Oh yeah,’ he grins. ‘I’m Grayson.’ ‘Yeah, I think I got that already.’ The two of you laugh and a feeling of warmth and happiness fills you up. God, he was such a cutie. You wondered how old he was. He looked at least nineteen. ‘And you are?’ Grayson interrupts your thoughts.

‘I’m Y/N,’ you answer with a soft voice. ‘Wow, even your name is beautiful. Look, I don’t know if this is inappropriate since I just met you, but is there a possibility that I maybe could have your number? I would love to see you again.’ He puts a hand on yours, sending electric waves through your arm. Your heart swells up at how kind and polite was. Boys like that were rare these days. Or maybe he was just as nervous as you. Either way, of course you would give him your number.

‘There you go,’ you say when you give him back his phone. He takes it back and looks at the screen like it was the most precious thing in the entire world. ‘Thank you. I really have to go, but I’ll text you, okay?’ Grayson asks. You nod. ‘Sure.’ ‘Great! Okay, bye, Y/N,’ he says as he stands up from his stool. ‘Bye, Grayson,’ you say back, leaving you speechless.

~~~~~~

After you had told your friend the good news she completely freaked out and commanded that you called him straight when you got home. So you did and that evening Grayson had asked you to get some coffee the next day.

The ‘coffee date’ had been really nice. You were incredibly nervous before you went to meet him, but that feeling completely disappeared when you started talking. You really liked him. Grayson was a true gentleman and very sweet to you. After the date you kissed and he had asked you to go on a real date sometime. You didn’t think it could get any better than this, but of course you accepted his offer. The smile on his face when you said ‘yes’ made you feel fall in love even more. ‘Do you want to come to my place next Friday? Maybe we can cook together. I’m not a really good one but I’ll think it will be fun,’ he said while he stroked your hands. You smile and your eyes flicker from his hands to your face. ‘That actually sounds really nice,’ you answered. Grayson leans in and kisses your nose.

~~~~~~

You ring the doorbell of Graysons house and he opens the door within seconds. He had probably been waiting for you. You giggle at the thought of Grayson being all nervous for this date. He acted like he was really good at hiding it, but he really wasn’t. Grayson spreads his big arms in a welcoming gesture and you happily fall into his arms, your cheek pressed to his chest. ‘So, I was actually just getting started with setting everything up and cutting the vegetables and chicken and stuff,’ he says when he lets go of you.

He takes your hand and leads you to the kitchen. You noticed that he had a really pretty house. ‘That’s okay. Can I help with something?’ you ask when you see the food laying on the kitchen counter. ‘Sure,’ he answers and grabs a bag of carrots, a plank and a knife for you. When you take the knife he lays a hand on your upper back which sent a tingly feeling down your spine. ‘Be careful,’ he warned you with a serious look on his face. ‘I will,’ you giggle and his lips curl into a crooked smile.

While you start preparing the dinner together you hear on the radio Bom Bidi Bom playing from Nick Jonas, while Grayson quietly hums to it. (seriously, listen to this song if you continue reading this).It was one of your favourite songs and you start humming along with him. After a minute of cutting the carrots you suddenly feel Graysons body pressed to your back. You prevent yourself from jumping up. His chin leans on your shoulder and he puts his hands on your hips. He smelled heavenly. ‘Look, you should try cutting it this way,’ he says with a soft voice and his minty breath makes you receive goose bumps on your arms. Grayson lays gently his large hands onto yours and helps you by showing what he meant. ‘L-Like this?’ you whisper while your now shaking hands try to cut it the way he did. It was exactly the opposite way of what he just showed.

‘Yeah, something like that….’ He answers but he doesn’t really pay attention to what you were doing. His right hand shoves your hair and shirt to the side so he could kiss your now naked shoulder. You gasp for air when his warm lips touch your skin, sucking and licking lightly your shoulder blade. He starts kissing the back of your neck as his hands explore your body, stroking up and down your thighs. ‘Grayson…’ you encourage him. He was turning you on and you could feel his member stroking against your butt, meaning he was too.

You turn around so you faced him, looking into his dark eyes. They were full of lust and his pink lips were a little swollen. Damn, he looked so sexy. You grab his face and pull him towards you, lips pressing to his. He starts kissing you hard and hungrily, opening your mouth and slowly sliding his tongue between your lips. You close your eyes and moan against his mouth quietly, enjoying the way he made you feel. He lifts you up with his hands under your butt and sits you down on the counter. He starts kissing your cheek, jaw and neck while you throw your head back. ‘Oh…’ you cry out before you can help it and you feel Grayson smirking against your neck. He lifts up your shirt a little and tickles lightly the skin on your belly and waist, causing you to giggle.

He pulls back and places his hand on your thigh while the other one goes towards the button of your pants. He licks his lips and looks at you, asking for permission. You nod, feeling a growing heat between your inner thighs. Grayson unbuttons your pants and slowly slides a hand in your panties. He still looks at you intensely as he gently inserts finger, stroking your clit. He laughs quietly. ‘Did I make you this wet?’ You bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning as he starts going in and out. God, he really knew what he was doing. It felt amazing. ‘Gray…’ you desperately say when he adds a second finger, pumping faster now. You place your shaking hands on his chest, inhaling deeply. You got a familiar feeling and knew you were close. ‘I-I’m gonna-‘ you whimpered at the moment you dissolve into pleasure. Grayson studies your face and movements, proud of what he had achieved. ‘Yeah… Just like that,’ he whispers while stroking your walls. After the orgasm he pulled his fingers out and you zipped your pants. It was silent for a moment as Grayson looks at you with a loving smile. ‘Well, ehm, I think we should go back to, eh, cooking,’ you giggle. Grayson puts his arms around you, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. ‘Yeah, we actually should. But I’m having you as dessert.’

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Truce

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word count: 1608

Warnings: Smut, safe sex of sorts - not really- (pulling out method - keep in mind this is not a way of safe sex since it may only prevent pregnancy and you should never rely on it, unless you’re in a committed relationship with someone you really know and trust! Always wear a condom!!), slight choking!kink, slight dom/sub, slight dirty talk. And btw having sex on top of a pile of boxes can be dangerous.

A/N: This is my entry for Hazel & Dreamer’s 1k/2k Writing Challenge ( @idreamofhazel @impala-dreamer)

Prompt (Jared bonus) #4: ‘I’m gonna come in and kick your little 5’3” ass’

Thanks to my beautiful -inside and out- friend @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname for the read over and the awesome exchange of kinks and preferences. Just an everyday conversation.

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Truce

Heart stammering against your ribcage threatening to burst out through bone and skin, lungs burning from the bad breathing, the furniture around you turns blurry as your short legs move faster. Heavy footsteps follow you from close behind, he’s at your heels, getting closer by the second. You take a sudden turn right, down into a dark corridor, just in time to avoid the grip of long fingers on the back of your shirt, and you enter the first open door to your left. Closing the latch and stepping away. Adrenaline keeps pumping through your veins making you jump a little when his entire weight collides against the closed door.

“Y/N!” Sam bellows on the other side, voice all breathy and croaky.

Your chest heaves and you try taking deep breaths to calm yourself down, which is almost impossible considering you’re still laughing.

“Open this door, now!” he roars.

“No-ho.” you can picture his lips against the black paint, and your laugh comes to a stop making you shudder when there’s a low growl in response.

“Open this door, or I’m gonna come in and kick your little 5' 3" ass!” A hard pound makes the door tremble, an involuntary whimper escapes your lips.

Sam chuckle brings goosebumps to your skin and your womanhood quivers. Pushing some inopportune thoughts -maybe more like memories- from your mind, you take in your surroundings from the first time.

The room is dark as night, of course, no windows! So you drag your hand on the wall looking for the light switch. “First of all,” you clear your throat, smiling to yourself as you find it what you’re looking for. “I’m 5’2” , because I’m barefoot.”

Great you’re in a storage room, old boxes strewn all around. “And secondly, the door’ locked, you can’t come in.”

You lean in the closest pile of boxes, panting silently trying to regain composure.

“I can pick locks, remember?” You bite your lip hearing him breathing through his nose, knowing how hot he looks when his chest rises and his nostril flare and- Fuck! You consider letting him in and take his revenge on your ass. Not kicking it, but anything else.

“You don’t have your kit with you, Sam,” you say as you push off the boxes and walk to the door, pressing your entire front to it, sighing as the cold surface touches your flushed skin “And by the time you go back from getting it I’ll be out of here.”

“We both know that ain’t gonna happen.” His voice all low and raspy and you know he knows you’re pressed against the door, ‘cause surely your voice sound really close. “You gon’ open this door, and let me in, so I can make you pay for what you’ve done… You’ve gone too far, little girl. ”

You both go silent then hearing each other breath.

“Open the door,” he singsongs before trying to turn the knob.

It’s instant, your lower abdomen coils, your fingernails scrape the painting job as your toes curl and a wave of arousal floods through you. “Only if you promise it’s over. That was the last prank we throw to each other. ”

“Cross my heart.”

You sigh and shiver as your hand slides down, to open the latch and turn the knob, the door opens slowly. You lick your lips and look up at his hooded eyes. “You’re an ass,” you tell him taking a step back.

His own tongue rises, stretching the skin of his chin until is out and free and he sucks his upper lip into his mouth, holding it in place with white teeth. All wrinkle and dimple he nods slowly and pushes a damp lock of dark hair away from his face and cocks an eyebrow at you.

“Oh, I’m the ass?”

“It’s gonna wash away. Just temporary dye.” You keep backing away as he steps into the small storage room with you and closes the door behind him.

“What you thought was gonna happen after this,” he asks. You shrug.

“Dunno. But I ended the war… Didn’t I?” Is his turn to shrug. “You crossed your heart.”

His teeth scrape the plump flesh of his lower pulling it into his mouth.

Your back hits a pile of boxes at the not so far end of the tiny room, you can’t go any further as he strides towards you and before you can look around to make a quick exit he’s towering over you. Hard chest to your face.

“It does suit you.” You sound all wrecked and flustered, you fingers find the end of a long lock and play with the black drop that falls into your hand.

He chuckles at you and the way his chest rumbles so close to you makes your nipples hurt. You’re bending over backwards, literally as his face gets closer to yours and his whole body rest on yours. His body heat envelops you, and you realize he’s wearing just one layer.

“S-sam,” you stutter as your body trembles.

Both his hands rest on the box behind you, palms flat, strong arms settle between your own and your torso, caging you in place, not that you could move with his whole weight on you anyways.

“Hmm,” he questions, lips to your chin, nudging your face to the side a little.

“The war is over, right?” His eyes leave your mouth to meet your gaze.

“More like a truce.”

“A truce?”

“A truce.” He nods. Mouth ghosting over yours.

“Ain’t we supposed to shake hands or something to seal the deal.” you whisper.

“Or something.” His lower lips drags over your, drawing a shaky breath from your mouth.

Your tongue instinctively darts out of your mouth, Sam moves away teasing and you can only lick the back side of his teeth. “ I like that,” you breath out and sob. His lips kiss that sweet spot below your ear.

Sam’s hands move quickly, grabbing your thighs and lifting you up to sit on top of the boxes. You yelp at the sudden motion but before you can say anything, his lips latch to yours, sucking on your mouth, forcing your lips apart with his proving tongue.

He breaks the carnivorous kiss with a wet snap and pulls your shirt over your head, exposing your torso and lowering himself to suck and nibble at the crest of your breasts and stomach.

“Sam,” you moan feeling the blood being summoned by his lascivious tongue.

Expert fingers sneak past the waistband of your sweat pants, pushing between the cotton of your underwear and flesh. A dark smirk tugs at the side of his mouth as he cares the soft hair and beyond, gathering wetness with a long crooked finger just to go back up a little and flicker your engrossed bundle.

You cry out and rock against him, your hands leave his shoulder to work fast on the belt buckle and zipper of his jeans, dragging them down his hip.

Sam stops you with his elbow and a soft shh-shh, so you let go of the hard fabric and lay back on your elbows, fingernails biting on the taut skin on his naked forearms when he speeds up the pace, though the pressure still feather light.

Your head tilts back and one of your hands reach around your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to your stomach, straps low on your arms. Sam gets the hint, and ducks his head, to shove your left boob with his nose and chin before he can suck the hard pebble into his mouth.

You shake your arms to get rid of the elastic straps and your fingers grip around his damp hair, pulling hard as your inner walls start to flutter and his mouth suctions harder.

His name falls from your lips and you clench around nothing. Sam steps back, away from you, the cold causing your to whimper. His fingers hook on the side of your pants and he drags them down your legs, underwear included.

Manhandling you he turns you around, and you find yourself on your hands and knees on top of the big box. With a large warm hand he presses your ass down, until the back of your thighs rest on the soles of our feets, his own legs keep the structure still against the wall so it won’t wobble.

You hear the metallic rattle of the belt buckle when his pants hit the floor and draw in a shaky breath at the sight of him stroking himself before the hot, leaky head rubs though your slick folds.

He buries himself balls deep into you in one quick movement. One hand on the fat of your hip the other one on your shoulder and he starts pounding. Powerful deep thrusts at first quickening into deliciously brutal pace.

The agonizing clamping of your pussy force a loud growl from him and his grip closes around your throat, pulling your flush to his chest.

“Come on, babe. I need to feel it. Come all over me. Squeeze my dick with your tight pussy. Fuck! Just like that!”

Your lungs burn for air and Sam loosens his grip, you cry out and moan as you come. Half a dozen thrust later Sam pulls out spitting hot thick rope of jizz on your back. Falling immediately on top of you, not even bothering about the mess.

Groaning at the weight of him on your wobbly arms your look over your shoulders, to his now dry black hair. “It does looks good on you. Gives you a distinguish look. You should consider make it permanently. ”

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