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#i don’t know if anybody other than me needed to hear this but you WON’T gain all the weight back instantly if you eat some fucking popcorn
miniwheat77 · 7 months
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Better. (Keegan Russ x Reader.)
!CW! NSFW, Smut, Keegan being a simp, readers boyfriend is a scumbag, Virgin!reader, virginity loss, (sorry if I missed any.)
This my FIRST EVER SOLO KEEGAN FIC so be gentle with feedback please :(
*Not edited well*
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It took one laugh.
You joined the base that Keegan happened to be on, and he made a dumb joke to another sergeant and you laughed at it.
It took one little under the breath giggle from you, and it was all over for him.
You had only overheard by chance, he wasn’t meant to hear your laugh. But he did, and boy is he glad he did because he adored you. Obviously from afar because he didn’t want to creep you out. He thought you were stunning and pretty. You were so sweet to everyone, the few times you had to interact with him, you were so sweet.
You were stationed nearby, living near the base which is what was going on with Keegan too. The both of you lived in the same small town.
He decided to zero in on you pretty quickly, making friends with you. But than, you met your boyfriend.
Keegan was sick when you first started dating him. Absolutely sore by the fact that he was your friend and you ended up in someone else’s arms. He got teased on base constantly for his massive crush on you. He made it so obvious of course that everyone but you seemed to notice. He still made efforts to hang out with you. As bad as it was, Keegan tried to get you away from your boyfriend. He could be better to you than your boyfriend ever could. Anytime you vented about something your boyfriend had done, Keegan always implied that maybe there was an ulterior motive. Maybe he was doing this or that, and what an asshole for that. He always played the part.
“Dude, quit staring. She’s got a boyfriend.” He’s getting nudged, earning a roll of his eyes. “Fuck off. Her boyfriend doesn’t even know what to do with her.” He scoffs. The other Sergeant looks at him with wide eyes. “And you’re saying you could do better?”
“Tenfolds. I’d worship the fucking ground she walks on if she’d let me.” He sighs. “You’re pussy whipped by a girl you’re not even with.” Keegan shoves passed the younger sergeant. “Don’t care.” He mumbles as he walks away. “Hey!” He calls to Keegan. “Heard she’s a virgin. Better get her on lock before that scumbag fucks her and dumps her.” Keegan feels his body go rigid, ignoring his words. Keegan needed to act fast. For your sake. He didn’t like to hear that you were a virgin.
That’s probably why that scumbag was sticking around in the first place.
Keegan made his way up the watch tower a little early, he usually did this so he had a chance to talk to you before you traded watch shifts.
He opens up the door, sitting down. “Hey Keegan.” You smile. He’s sick the moment he sees it. The fact that he can’t tug you into him, kiss you. Hug you. Hold you. It’s messed up. He’s never felt this way about anybody. “Hi.” He nods. His words are a little muffled by his mask but it’s not too bad. You always seem to hear him. “What are you doing this weekend?” He asks. “Oh, me and Jacob were going to go watch a movie.” You smile. He nods. “Why?” You ask. “Oh, I was just going to invite you out. I was going to the bar this weekend, thought I’d let you know.” He shrugs. “If anything changes just let me know.” He smiles. You can’t see it of course. Keegan just needs your stupid boyfriend to fuck up. Just once. You nod your head, giving him a smile. You made your way down the stairs.
Keegan felt stupid sometimes. He wanted you so badly that he let most of his morals go down the drain. If you were his and someone was doing this to you on the sidelines, he’d be furious. He thinks of himself as a horrible person for how possessive he was over you, a girl who wasn’t even his. For the remainder of his time on watch, he thought about distancing himself from you. Walking away and not looking back. But he knows, he won’t be able to.
It was Saturday and Keegan was dressed as usual, but he’d sprayed a little bit of cologne on, maybe he’d meet a girl. Maybe he’d take her home. Or maybe he’d drink too much and wake up somewhere random like he’d done. Too drunk to think straight, sleeping on a bench or in his car in the parking lot. He doesn’t know what the night holds. His feet pat against the concrete walkway of his house, going out to his truck. He doesn’t expect his phone to ring, and he doesn’t expect it to be you.
“Hello?” Keegan asks into the phone. “Uh.. hey Keegan.” He can hear you sniffle. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He stops right in his tracks. “I uh.. everything is okay and I hope I’m not interrupting you. But.. can you come get me?” You ask. “Of course, where are you?”
“I’m in the parking lot of the theater.” You mumble. “I’m on my way.”
Keegan speeds like a bat out of hell to get to you, he doesn’t know what happened but he knows you’re unwell. And that’s enough for him to need to get to you. It feels like it takes him hours to get there but is only a few minutes and he’s pulling up. He parks, tires coming to a hard stop as he brakes. He throws the truck in park before jumping out and making his way to you. “Hey, what happened? What’s going on?” He asks. “It’s nothing, can we just go?” You mumble, you keep looking over your shoulder. When Jacob comes walking up to you, Keegan pushes you behind him. An action that doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “You called him? Are you fucking kidding me?” You lean into Keegan. “What’s your problem?” Keegan mumbles. “Oh, you haven’t told him yet?” He laughs. “I was just telling Y/N here that she’s a bitch for leading me on.” Keegan can feel his blood boiling, fists clenching together. “She’s led me on for the three months we’ve been together. Always dresses so slutty and always denies me.” He shakes his head. “I mean look at her, you can practically see her ass in that dress. You get it right?”
Keegan is completely taken off guard by the entitlement he’s hearing. “Uh.. no. No I don’t get it.” He shakes his head. “If you were really looking for a girl that would sleep with you, you were barking up the wrong tree in the first place.” He crosses his arms, trying to make himself look bigger to Keegan. “Y/N doesn’t owe you anything, she can dress any way she likes. And the Y/N I know, would knock you on your ass for saying that. She’s showed you parts of herself that nobody has ever seen. But you’re just a dumb motherfucker who fumbled a hell of a girl.” He laughs. Jacob scoffs, turning his head away. “Whatever. She’s just a dumb fucking prude anyways. I knew you’d get in the way. Anybody could see your crush on her from a mile away. And she always comes running doesn’t she?” He shakes his head. Keegan shakes his head. “Come on Y/N.” Keegan places his arm around your lower back. Leading you to his truck. You have your arms crossed and you look furious.
“So.. you want to tell me what’s going on?” He asks. “We were watching a movie. He kept putting his hand on my thigh and I kept pushing it away. He got too forceful and I shoved him back. So he stood up and made a scene in front of the entire theater.” You cover your face. Keegan laughs. “What a scumbag.” He rolls his eyes. “Is what he said true Keegan?” You look up at him. And he looks away from your gaze. “Y/N.. you don’t need all of my bullshit too okay?”
“That’s not what I asked you, Keegan. Answer me.”
He sighs. Keeping quiet. “So what if it is? It doesn’t have to change anything.” He breathes. “Keegan, it changes everything.”
This is exactly why Keegan kept it to himself. “Well.. so what.” He sighs. He starts his truck, throwing it into drive and pulling out of the parking lot.
The drive to his house is quiet aside from Metallica playing faintly in the background. Usually you would poke fun at him. But the silence seems louder. He ruined your friendship, all because of a stupid crush. He pulls into his driveway, ready to hear you yell at him, ask why he’s brought you here. But he’s shocked when it doesn’t happen. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because of this, because I didn’t want to risk anything. Plus, you have a boyfriend.” You shake your head. “That doesn’t matter Keegan.”
“Yes it does Y/N. If you were mine and some guy was doing that shit, I’d be furious.”
“I wouldn’t do it to you.” You mumble.
“But you’d do it for me? Because I’m a coworker?”
“No because you’re my friend Keegan.” You roll your eyes. “You should have said something.” You turn toward his window. “You have a boyfriend!” He throws his hands up. “In case you haven’t noticed I did everything I could to respect that despite how fucking bad I wanted to be him. I don’t see what you saw in that fucking scumbag either.” He breathes. You turn toward him. “It was to fill time, asshole. And stop calling him my boyfriend. I do more stuff with you than I do with him!”
“Oh, I’m the asshole. I come to the rescue anytime you need anything and somehow I’m still the asshole.”
“Fuck you Keegan, I won’t ask you for another fucking thing.” You growl. Reaching for the door handle. “No!” He grasps your hand, pulling you back. “You don’t get to storm away when you’re mad.” You narrow your eyes at him. “Seriously, where was this fight when that asshole was talking to you like that hm? I know you, I know you held back.”
“Because it’s not worth it. Who gives a fuck what he thinks about me.”
He shakes his head. “You’re ridiculous.” You shake your head. “You.. all of that shit you said about.. leaving him. All of those times you came to help and tried to talk me away from him. It’s not because you wanted to help.” You laugh, shaking your head. “It’s because you liked me.” Keegan rolls his eyes. “So fucking what.” He turns to you, leaning into you. “Even if I didn’t have a crush on you, I’d still come running. And you’d still call because you’re you, and you can’t fight your own battles.”
“Fuck you.” You growl. “I don’t want to hear anything from you, you’re disgusting.”
Keegan shakes his head. “Yeah? If I’m so disgusting than get out of my truck. Go on.” He nods.
You don’t move.
“Go ahead.”
Nothing again. “Still here.” He let’s his hands fall onto his thighs. “See, to me? It seems like you like it. You like that I’m disgusting. Don’t y-“ he jumps back as you smash your lips against his. Sitting up on the seat of his truck. He kisses you back even harder, pulling you over the center console and into his lap. He pushes down on the lever of his seat, sliding it back. The metal thumping as he thrusts it back has you moaning into his mouth. He pulls you tightly into him, teeth knocking into each other as he kisses you. He has a tight grip around your waist.
You grind your hips down into him and he pulls away, moaning out. He rests his hands on your hips, stopping you. “Hey- wait.” He breathes. “I like you but I’m not going to take advantage of you.” He breathes. “Shut up Keegan.” You groan. “Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.” You grind your hips into his again and he looks like he’s in pain when you do it. “Fuck-“ he breathes. You roll your hips into him again and he bucks his hips up slightly. “Ah-“ he whines. He closes his eyes tightly. “Fuck- you have to s-stop.” He grits his teeth. A couple more times of you rolling your hips into him and his body is jerking, he’s trying to halt your hips. But you grasp his hands, holding them against your thighs as you keep going. “Y/N- I’m serious, please-“
His chest heaves up and down violently, and a cry leaves his lips. He bucks his hips up into you, more and more cries leaving his lips as he finishes into his jeans, crying out for you pathetically and grinding his hips into yours for any bit of friction he can get.
When you stop moving your hips into him, he won’t look at you. You can feel his cum soaking through your panties.
He’s clearly embarrassed.
But he has no idea how turned on you are. “Look at me.” You breathe. His cheeks are burning, and he knows he can’t look at you. He just can’t. “Keegan, look at me.” When he looks up at you, he’s got tears in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” You ask. He looks away but you grasp his chin, forcing him to look at you. “I’m just embarrassed okay? Just..” he sighs. “I’ll take you home now.”
He sighs. You can already feel him hardening beneath you again. You sitting in his lap is too much. “No.” You breathe.
“Keegan, I want to have sex with you.” You breathe. “Y/N..” he sighs. “You’re just.. you’re hot and bothered, you don’t mean it.” He breathes. You grasp him by the collar of his shirt. “Please Keegan. If you don’t want me that’s fine but I want you.” You pant. You know for a fact you’ve never been more sure of anything in your life. “I do want you. But I would never take advantage of you.” He breathes. “Keegan. I’m a full grown woman.” You laugh. “I know what I want and what I want is you.”
You reach between the both of you, unbuttoning his jeans and he helps you prepare for what’s about to happen, and he can’t believe it.
That motherfucker pushed you right into his arms, just like he’d planned.
Keegan is still wet from his orgasm that he had just had, embarrassed because neither of you have a condom. You just have to risk it.
His filth would be good Lube anyways.
You raise yourself up and line him up with your entrance, the tip of his cock presses through your folds, sinking deep into you pussy. Your panties pulled to the side to give him full access to you. A breath hitches in your throat as he starts to stretch you, and you take in a deep breath. “Hey. Look at me.” He grasps your chin. “Relax. Keep going up and down on what you can take of me, get that pussy nice n wet for me.” He breathes, his sudden change of demeanor catches you off guard. This is Keegan, pure horny, needy, Keegan. “Yeah, like that.” He breathes. You raise your hips up and down, keeping a steady pace, letting your body adjust to him.
When you rest yourself onto him completely, completely full of Keegan’s girthy length, you realize what you’ve just done.
You’d given him your virginity.
It was no surprise really, it was bound to happen from the start. You had always had a massive crush on Keegan before you’d met Jacob, and always ran to Keegan because he was your friend. You didn’t know he liked you back, in fact. You knew you were in the friend zone. You’d liked him from the day you’d met him, but you’d take that to your grave.
The cry that leaves your lips when he bottoms out in you for the first time is pure bliss. You’re here finally, touching him. His cock is nestled up inside of you perfectly. A perfect fit. As you rock your hips into him, he’s falling apart. He can barely keep it together, nearing his second orgasm already. He already feels embarrassed and pathetic, it’s only going to get worse when he finishes early for a second time.
“Ah, you gotta slow down sweetheart.” He breathes. “I.. you’re making a fucking mess out of me, I just can’t help it.” He chuckles. “It’s okay, I want it.” You breathe. He hisses, tilting his head back. He shakes his head. “No, Cmon baby. Let’s work an orgasm out of this sweet pussy yeah?” He smirks, grasping hold of your hips. He thrusts up into you, smiling at the way your eyes widen. His lower stomach is swirling with want, pleasure seeping into every last cell inside of him. He’s never felt this good, ever. He holds back for as long as he can as he fucks himself into you, keeping a steady pace and working himself into you. You’re dripping down his shaft, soaking him. He can’t believe he’s doing this with you.
You whine out, clutching onto his seat, thank god for leather seats because this was going to be quite the mess to clean up later. A mewl leaves your lips and you clutch his shirt. “Oh Keegan, I’m gonna cum.” You whine. Clutching his shirt. He relaxes a bit and you grasp two handfuls of his shirt, rocking your hips into him. “Yeah I’m gonna cum too baby.” He relaxes completely, letting you finish him off. You’re grinding your hips into him like you were before but this time, he’s buried deep inside of you. You’re practically sobbing when you finally cum, crying out along with him as you feel his warmth filling you up. You’re gripping onto him so hard and he’s convulsing as you draw another orgasm out of him. He’s shaking when he’s come down from his high, in complete disbelief of what’s just happened. He’s so sensitive from the second orgasm you’d just given him. You take in a deep breath. Relaxing your hands and laying your head on his chest. He pulls you into him, panting hard. Still coming down from his orgasm. His heart is finally settling in his chest.
“I’m sorry tonight went so bad.” He breathes. “Tonight went perfect, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You blush.
“Oh yeah.. if you tell anyone what you did to me, I’m taking us both out.” He narrows his eyes. “I wouldn’t do that to you Keegan. Besides… I thought it was kind’ve hot.” You smile. He shakes his head. “Cmon, we can go clean up. You can stay over if you want.” He asks nervously.
“I’d love that.”
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wannabeschyulersister · 9 months
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flash me (rooster x reader)
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*based on the episode of new girl where Jess walks in on Nick*
“I have to move out.”
Natasha set her drink back on the table, “Did Bradshaw finally drive you crazy? I told you having him as a roommate would eventually make you want to pull your hair out. Is he leaving the toilet seat up all of the time?”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Is he having too many “special” guests over?”
You shook your head, “Nope.”
“Then what happened?”
You looked around to see if any of the squad members were close enough to hear your conversation.
“Uh, I walked in on him.” You whispered.
Natasha leaned close, “What did you say? I can barely hear you.”
“I walked in on him in the bathroom.” You quickly said.
Your best friend looked a little confused, “Was he on the toilet?”
“I walked in on him naked!”
Natasha froze and the started laughing as if you said the funniest joke she’d ever heard. It annoyed you but you knew if situations were reversed you’d be laughing your ass off too.
Just then, Jake sidled up to you as if appearing out of nowhere, “I heard the word “naked” and Phoenix laughed so hard she has tears coming out. I have to get in on this conversation.”
“(Y/n) walked in on Bradshaw naked.” Natasha blurted out as she wiped away her tears.
You tried to pinch her but she moved out of your grasp, “I wasn’t trying to tell the whole damn bar!”
“I won’t say anything, sweets.” Jake promised, “Now, what did you see? A little backside? Full frontal?”
You looked down at your hands, “Uh both?”
“You poor lady. Seeing Bradshaw naked can be absolutely traumatic for anybody.” Jake joked.
You rolled your eyes, “I’m not traumatized! I just can’t look him in the eyes anymore which makes our living situation awkward.”
“How did he react?”
“He tried to cover himself as much as he could but it was too late. This is why I always scold him to lock the damn bathroom door!”
“You know what you have to do right?” Jake asked.
“Move out, change my name and run to Europe.”
He chuckled at your plan, “No, sweets. You got to show him something of yours.”
“Hangman, you’re an idiot.” Natasha told him.
He ignored her, “Think about it. You’d be even and not at all embarrassed every time that you see him. A flash is all it takes.”
“Please don’t listen to him. You don’t have to flash Bradshaw. Just talk to him. Acknowledging how awkward it is and moving on like adults is the right thing to do.” Natasha gave sound advice that you should definitely listen to.
“Phoenix, that sounds like the logical thing to do but I might go with Jake’s plan.”
“Why do I even bother to give out advice?” Natasha mumbled to no one.
“I appreciate your advice but I feel like I’m always going to feel awkward if things are even.”
Before Natasha could respond with how ridiculous you were being, Bradley walked into the bar. He looked around and spotted you instantly. It wasn’t hard to detect the pink tint that dusted his cheeks.
Bradley went over to the bar and planted down on one of the stools. Any other time, he would’ve pulled up a chair with the three of you and joined in.
“See. I can’t live like this. Bradley won’t even sit with me now.”
“Wow, maybe you do need to flash him.” Natasha said.
“So, what are you going to do?” Jake asked. He was clearly enjoying this more than he should.
You wished that Bradley would’ve just locked the damn door that morning so you both would’ve avoided all of the mess.
“I guess I’m going to flash Bradley.”
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theemporium · 1 year
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rafe request: reader and rafe are a couple ro something but she knows he and sofia have been with eachother so at the party she gets jealous, angst -> smut -> fluff <3
“C’mon, don’t be like this.” 
“Leave me alone, Rafe.” 
“Not until you talk to me.” 
“I don’t wanna talk to you.”
This had been going on for the better part of the last half an hour. The party was still thriving downstairs, most guests oblivious to the tension just a few floors above them but more than enough saw the way you stormed up over thirty minutes ago, with Rafe Cameron quickly following you. 
Things with Rafe had been…complicated, to say the best. There weren’t really labels or talks of exclusivity, but there was a mutual understanding that it was just you two for the last few weeks since you had started whatever game it was going on between you. 
Or at least you assumed it was mutual. That was until you walked into the party to see some pogue waitress—Sofia, you believed her name was—all over him and Rafe doing nothing to put a stop to it. The whispers of them hooking up in the past told you more than you needed to know before you were storming upstairs, ignoring the way the blond was calling your name behind you.
“What are you doing?” Rafe asked as he stood in the doorway, watching you with furrowed eyebrows. 
“What does it look like I’m doing?” you snapped back, not even bothering to look at him as you continued to shove clothes and other belongings you had left around his room into a duffel bag. 
“Hey, hey,” he was quick to move towards the bed, pulling the duffel bag away from you. “What the fuck?” 
“I don’t wanna hear it,” you hissed at him, reaching for your bag and growling when he pulled it away from your reach. “Go have fun with your little waitress, I’m not really in the mood to be made a fool of.” 
Rafe paused. “It’s not like that—”
“Oh, so she wasn’t two seconds away from sucking your dick in front of everyone?” you retorted with raised brows. 
“I don’t care about her,” Rafe said with a sigh. “Not like I care about you.” 
“You fucked her,” you stated bluntly. 
“And now I only fuck you,” Rafe said as he stepped around the bed, hands finding your waist as he tugged you closer to him despite the fact you tried to pull away from him. “I promise, baby, it’s just you.” 
Your eyes narrowed. “Do you really think I’m dumb enough to believe that? She was all over you, Rafe, and you didn’t stop her!” 
“I know, I know,” Rafe murmured as he ducked his head down to meet your gaze. “And I’m sorry, okay? I should’ve thought about how that would make you feel.” 
“Yeah, would you like it if I had a guy all over me? Some dude I fucked a few times?” 
Rafe’s eyes darkened, hands tightening their grip on your waist. “No. No, I fucking wouldn’t.”
“Exactly,” you grumbled and tried to move out of his hold but Rafe didn’t let you, instead making you walk back until you hit the wall. “Let me go, Rafe.” 
“I can’t do that, baby,” he murmured as his head dipped down, pressing soft kisses along your neck. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” 
“How do I know you won’t do it again?” you gritted your teeth together. “How do I know you aren’t fucking her?” 
“I’m not. I wouldn’t,” Rafe said against your skin, hands already pushing the fabric of your tank up so he could touch the bare skin of your stomach. “Don’t wanna fuck anybody but you.” 
You let out a laugh. 
“I mean it, baby, I’m gonna prove it to you,” he whispered as he slowly kneeled down in front of you, hands on the back of your thighs as he stared up at you. “You’re it for me, princess. Just me and you.” 
“Is that what you said to Sofia too?” you remarked, unable to hide the bitter tone of your voice.
“No, those words are just for you,” Rafe told you, eyes never leaving yours as he spoke. 
He didn’t look away as his fingers found the button of your shorts and quickly undid them. He didn’t look away as he tugged your panties down your legs and threw them somewhere behind him. He didn’t look away as he hiked one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing kisses along your inner thighs before his mouth latched onto your cunt. 
“You’re it f’me,” he murmured against you, tongue lapping along your slit as you let out a shaky breath. “You’re the only girl for me.” 
“Rafe,” you choked out when his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked. 
His hands squeezed your ass, pulling you closer towards him as you shook and squirmed under his touch. He let out a small groan as you began to chant his name, ringed fingers slowly pushing into you as you rolled your hips against his face. He didn’t let you go even after you came all over his face, loving the way you sobbed his name as you tried to wiggle away from him. 
Rafe Cameron was fucking obsessed with you and he would be damned if he would let you get away. 
“My pretty girl,” he muttered as he pressed a kiss on your sensitive clit, smiling softly at the whine you let out. “Not letting you leave this room until you believe me.”
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kylelovskii · 10 months
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Hello!! I really like your writing i was wondering if i could have a dom!kyle smut!?!?? I need some sub reader😸😸 Its okay if you ignore it :>
yes ofc!!
thank you for requesting!
i made this a little nasty if you don’t mind
a little bully!kyle if you will and innocent!reader
tw!! bj, degrading pet names (bitch, dumb bitch), degradation, slight handjob, hair pulling, slapping
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i don’t care
you were getting a few books from the library to read over the summer, then you felt your head get jerked back by your hair.
"ow..who-" you started before you looked up. it was kyle. "oh, hii! what’re you doing at the library?" you giggled, ignoring the fact he had a firm grip on your hair, and the fact it was starting to hurt.
kyle had an angry look on his face. the kind of look you got when you did something he didn’t like. "what? did i do something?"
"yeah, actually, you did. the fuck were you doing all touchy feely with kenny yesterday, huh?" he barked, tugging your head back more. you squeaked in pain. "he just needed my help..he said, 'if you ever give a boy a.." you trailed off, thinking of what he called it, "..a boner….you should always help'. then he taught me what to do, that’s all. i just wanted t’be nice," you mumbled, giving kyle a pitiful look with your puppy eyes.
kyle mentally cursed himself. "fuckin' bastard..look, if anybody other than me tells you that, you tell them: 'kyle said i can’t do that', you hear me?" he ordered, putting a finger in your face.
you smiled and nodded. kyle let go of your hair and you turned to him, holding up a book. "do you want a book, ky? we could read together over break," you asked, giving him your signature sweet smile.
"no. i don’t do any of that reading shit. come with me." kyle grabbed your hand and led you to the back of the library towards the restrooms. he opened the bathroom door labeled for both men and women. luckily, it was just a one person, so he could lock the door without any suspicion.
"what are we doing? i wanna read my books," you pouted when kyle shoved you into the door. "i don’t care. you did something i didn’t like, and you need to be punished so you can learn."
"but i didn’t know!" you whined. then you felt a sharp sting on your cheek. kyle slapped you. "i said, i don’t care. take it or i won’t talk to you for a week."
kyle knew how to get you all upset and vulnerable. not like you weren’t vulnerable, you were just always very naive, eager to please anyone.
you lived and breathed kyle. if he wouldn’t use you, then who else would? if you weren’t good for him, how could you be good for kenny, or anyone for that matter?
"okay, i’m sorry. can i have a kiss? on the cheek? you hurt me."
god, had you ever been punished a day in your life?
"no. this is a punishment, you’re not gonna get what you want," he answered. you sighed in defeat. "now, you’re gonna show me what kenny taught you, alright?"
"alright..i need you to sit, though," you explained, pointing to the toilet.
kyle stepped over to the toilet, sitting down and manspreading. you situated yourself on your knees between his legs.
looked at him expectingly, but he looked at you like you were stupid. "well, go on."
you started to tug down his basketball shorts, then neatly placed them on the floor.
"he said to do this first.." you started palming him through his boxers. "oh, god dammit-" kyle said quickly, tossing his head back.
"mm..i don’t remember everything he said, so i might not do that well. m'sorry," you told him, not looking at him. you kissed his bulge then took off his boxers. kyle sighed and looked down at you, your face innocent and oblivious to what you were really doing.
"no..no, it’s okay. you’re doing good," he reassured. you took kyle in your small hand, your thumb moving over his tip.
as much as kyle hated admitting it, kenny taught you well. then again, he was a chick magnet. fucked a girl at least every night. of course he knew his shit.
you started moving your hand up and down a little slow. your hand was soft, you felt perfect. kyle could cum right then and there.
you were going so slow. "go faster," kyle demanded. "but this is what-" kyle cut you off, "i don’t give a shit. go faster."
you barely even sped up. you were starting to piss him off. "god, dumb bitch," kyle muttered to himself before grabbing you by the hair and shoving his cock in your mouth.
you cried. "shut up!" kyle whispered, "shut up and fuckin' take it, bitch."
you choked and sputtered as kyle fucked up into your mouth. you felt that weird feeling down there that you get when you do this kind of stuff with kyle. maybe he’d 'take care of you', as he put it.
"god, i fuckin' love your mouth, baby. you always take me so well." kyle grabbed a fist full of your hair and shoved your face all the way down till your nose touched his tummy.
"motherfucker," he grunted out, raising you back up a bit. he could hear you struggling, but he felt too good to care.
you forced yourself up off him and said, "ky- gotta breathe, can’t breathe." kyle rolled his eyes while you caught your breath, then when he decided you were finished, he shoved you right back down.
"m'gonna cum in your mouth, 'kay? be good and take it. keep goin'" kyle told you. you nodded on his cock. kyle pressed his foot on your clothed cunt, and when you moaned around him, release washed over him.
"god- shit- motherfucker!"
you felt that familiar salty taste spurt down your throat. thick and warm.
kyle pulled you off him, leaning his head back and panting. then there was a knock on the door.
"(y/n)? you haven’t checked out your books yet, honey."
it was the librarian. the two of you were super close. you were a little book worm, so you were always in the library with her, creating everlasting friendship.
"yes! i’ll be right out, promise!" you replied to her, standing up and hurrying to the mirror, smoothing down your hair so it didn’t look like you were just manhandled.
"okay, dear. i’ll be at my desk," she said, then you heard her footsteps deafen.
"that was a close one, huh?" kyle said, already dressed again. "aren’t you gonna take care of me? i got that weird feeling again," you asked kyle. he laughed.
"are you stupid? that was a punishment. gosh, man, you don’t listen. i told you: you aren’t gonna get what you want," kyle explained. again.
"now let’s go check out your stupid books."
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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 5 months
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Big Family
Sam Winchester & daughter!reader, Dean Winchester & niece!reader, Castiel & teen!reader (obviously platonic), Claire Novak & Winchester!reader (platonic)
Requested by Anonymous
Synopsis: You and Claire meet for the first time, but it doesn’t go so well at first.
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“Claire, this is Y/N.”
Claire barely spared the girl a glance as she dropped her gear next to the table in the bunker and headed off to find a shower.
It had seemed like the whole ride back from the hunt, Sam Winchester could speak of nothing but seeing his daughter again, and Claire was sick of the girl before they’d even met.
It didn’t help that Cas and Dean kept adding bits about how great you were, and how much you and Claire would get along. She hadn’t felt so ignored in a long time.
She knew, deep down, how childish she was being, but she couldn’t help it. Ever since her parents had died, those three idiots had been the closest thing she had to parents, besides Jody. Hearing that they had someone, someone better than her, someone actually related…
It hurt.
Claire had half expected Sam to come after here to give her some stupid talk about how she was feeling, but even after she finished getting cleaned up, he was nowhere to be found. She went to the library of the bunker to find you and Sam; he was listening with wrapt attention while you caught him up on your past few days.
“You go to school?” Claire asked when you were finished speaking, and you and Sam turned to look at her.
“Yeah, I’m not that involved with hunting,” you explained with a shrug. “I usually just help with research sometimes, but I’d rather focus on school.”
Claire didn’t respond. This was the girl that they thought she’d get along with? She didn’t even hunt!
“So what happens when your dad needs backup? You’re too busy in math class to care?”
“Hey, um—“ Sam interjected. “Claire, how about I show you around the bunker. Hey Y/N, can you go find Dean? I think he might’ve gotten hurt by one of the vamps, but he’s being too macho to admit it.”
“Sure,” you said quietly to your father, ignoring Claire as you passed her and headed to Dean’s room.
“What was that?” Sam asked, and Claire was annoyed by his gentle tone.
“What was what?”
“Don’t,” Sam said. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. You don’t even know Y/N, why are being so cold to her?”
“Oh, sorry,” Claire scoffed. “I didn’t mean to upset your princess.”
“Stop it.” It wasn’t Sam that had spoken this time, but Cas, who just entered the room. “Claire, what is going on?”
“Nothing,” Claire huffed. “I just don’t like her, ok? Get over it.”
“You don’t even know her,” Sam argued.
“I know enough.”
“No, no you don’t. And I think if you try to talk to her, actually try, you two could get along.”
“Yeah right.”
“Claire—“
“You can’t make her like anybody.” All three of them turned at the sound of your voice in the doorway. “She can think what she wants, guys. Just leave her be.” You turned all of your attention to your dad. “Uncle Dean’s fine, by the way, but you look like you seriously need to crash.”
“Yeah, ok,” Sam sighed. “I’m gonna go get some sleep.”
“I should get some food, we’re almost out,” Cas added after Sam left. “Are you two—“
“I promise we won’t kill each other.” You rolled your eyes. “Go.”
Once you were alone with Claire, she turned to look at you.
“So what, now we bond?”
You scoffed. “Do I look like Sam? Like me, don’t like me, I don’t give a crap. I didn’t do a thing to you, but if you wanna hate me, knock yourself out.”
Claire suddenly felt a newfound respect for you; you didn’t take crap from her, which was a start.
“Can I ask you a question?” Claire began.
“You just did.”
Claire rolled her eyes and continued, “Why’d you lie to Sam? You said you checked on Dean, but you went to his room and he was in the kitchen.
You shrugged. “‘Go check on Uncle Dean’ is dad’s most obvious code for ‘I want to have a conversation about you’, so I figured I’d stick around.”
When Claire didn’t respond, you continued.
“Ok, so now it’s my turn for a question. Why do you hate me? I mean we haven’t even met before, and I’ve heard only great things about you.”
This got Claire’s attention.
“You have?”
“Yeah,” you scoffed. “The guys talk about you all the time, half the time it felt like you were a long-lost sister.”
“Gosh, is my face red?” Claire muttered, without as much sarcasm in her tone as she would’ve liked.
“What?” You asked.
“Look,” Claire sighed. “Most of the time, the guys can do nothing but talk about you. I mean Sam brags on you like your Mother Theresa or something, and I guess…I guess I was jealous.”
Claire half expected you to laugh, or to get angry, but you just smiled.
“You? Jealous of me?” You laughed, but not the cruel laugh that Claire had expected. “That’s crazy! I mean, you’re the one that goes on all those hunts with them, and they love you!”
“But I’m not their kid,” Claire argued. “I…look, after my parents died, Jody and those three guys were my only family. So when I found out they had their own…”
“You think just because I’m Sam’s daughter, I can somehow…what, take your place?” You shook your head. “Uncle Dean likes to say that family doesn’t end in blood. You’re their family—our family. I can’t take your place, and you can’t take mine. Those three idiots can love both of us, trust me.”
“Yeah,” Claire cracked a smile. “I guess they can.”
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nonotnolan · 10 months
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Summer Break Dullahans
I can’t say that I was expecting to respond to somebody’s cry for help at three in the afternoon.  The student dorms were already pretty empty, since only one of the three buildings would be open for summer classes, and most people were at home until the summer semester officially started.  So when I heard a faint cry of “Can anybody hear me?  I need help!” it was easy for me to believe that the guy had been yelling in vain for quite awhile.  I wasn’t sure what I expected-- a Freshman who managed to get pinned between the bed and the wall, maybe?  I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to see Ben’s detached head sitting on a couch pillow.
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No wonder he was yelling for help, he was literally just a head!  I walked over and picked him up off the couch, grabbing him on either side of his ears.  I thought for sure this was just an optical illusion somehow, but... no, I was holding his entire head in my hands.  “Put me down, jackass,” he shouted, trying and failing to wiggle out of my grip.  “I don’t need help from you.”
I wasn’t expecting to feel the muscles in his jaw move as he spoke, and I’m a bit ashamed to admit I actually dropped him in surprise.  He landed on the couch, at least, but it couldn’t have felt good to land nose-first from that far up.  “I’m so sorry, Ben,” I said, as I rotated him back to an upright position.  “What happened to you, anyway?”
“You know damn well what happened-- your fucking roommate happened, that’s what,” he said, glaring at me.  “I was just watching some Netflix when Grant barges into my room with a goddamn sword.  Next thing I know I’m stuck on the couch, and he’s taking away my headless body!  He already told me about your plan to steal bodies away from other guys, don’t you fucking dare pretend to feel bad.”  Well, that was news to me, but Ben refused to believe a word I said.  Not knowing what else to do, I turned on the TV on for him, and leaved the door open so that the next person might be able to find him a bit easier.  
Pulling out my phone, I discovered that I’d missed a few text messages from Grant.  He said he was waiting for me downstairs in the parking garage with a surprise that I’d have to see to believe.  Which... yeah, if I hadn’t managed to stumble across Ben’s detached head, I don’t think that I ever would have expected to see a muscular Grant.  He was a great roommate and all, but the dude was maybe 120 pounds on a good day.  Given that I was easily twice his weight, the two of us definitely had a weird dynamic going.
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Or, we used to, at any rate.  The new Grant was almost certainly a lot more muscular than he had ever been before in his entire life.  It was hard to imagine the guy who stayed up every night with me to grind rank in League of Legends being able to earn a physique like that.  And there was something about seeing his pale head resting on top of Ben’s tanned body that was just far too comical.
“What, is that the only reaction I’m going to get?” he asked, frowning slightly.  “Fuckin’ look at me, bro.  I’m like some sort of Alpha Male now.  You wish you could be a man like me!”  He started flexing his arms, causing veins to appear in places I didn’t even know they existed.  “It’s okay to be jealous, Eric.  You don’t gotta act so modest on my account.  I know you’re gay, it’s okay if you suddenly want a piece of this.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.  “Sorry if you were expecting me to be completely losing it right now,” I said.  “I already ran into Ben upstairs, and he told me... well, what’s left of him told me about what you did.  Nice sword, by the way.”
“Well, fuck,” he said, letting his shoulders drop.  There was something about seeing him stand there, slouched over, that made him look so much more like the real Grant.  “Probably should have slapped his head onto my old body before leaving.  I guess on the plus side, I won’t have to work very hard to convince you that this sword is magic somehow.  And anyway, I still have another surprise up my sleeve.”  He snapped his fingers, and gestured toward a figure who had been standing off in the shadows.  Well, most of a figure, at any rate.  A headless body, absolutely stacked with muscles, stepped forward into the lights.
“Did you... is that for me?” I asked, trying to make sense of the surge of emotions I felt.  Desire.  Longing.  Lust.  Holy hell, I wanted that body to be mine.  The shoulders, the pecs, the abs... healthy, vibrant, everything that my current pale and flabby body could never be.  Not without more work than I would ever be willing to do.  A primal, animalistic Need.  And, if I had to be honest, a slight amount of guilt.  I’d already saw what Grant had done to Ben.  If I made this body mine, I would be stealing it from someone else.
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I was utterly entranced.  I found myself tracing the ridges of its chest with my fingers, my head utterly swimming in hormones as my manhood rose to its paltry four inches underneath my cargo shorts.  “Grant, who did... where did you find him?”
“Nuh-uh,” Grant said, shaking his head at me.  “I know you, Eric.  You think too much.  If I tell you his name, you’re gonna feel bad and you’re gonna try to make it up to him.  Fuck that shit.  This is all or nothing.  You want this body, you don’t get to know whose it was.”
He knew me far too well.  I looked back and forth between Grant and the headless muscle hunk that he had procured for me.  Did I want it that badly?  Would I be able to live with myself afterward?  My head tried to argue ethics, but my heart already knew my answer.  
I dropped down onto my knees, giving Grant easier access to my neck.  He lifted the sword up high into the air, striking down with a massive swing.  I felt a sudden lurch as I fell several feet to the ground.  I tried to use my arms to prevent myself from hitting the ground, only I didn’t have arms anymore-- my old body was completely unresponsive.
“Hey, wanna know what your new body is gonna smell like?”  I tried to protest, but I was unable to stop Grant from lifting up my new body’s arm and shoving my head right into its armpit.  The coarse hair brushed up against my nose and lips as the sweaty musk filled my nostrils.  “Yeah, you like that, don’t you,” he said, laughing at me.  I wanted to be mad, but... he was absolutely right.
“Just shut up and attach my head,” I said, trying not to let him know how much it was turning me on.  If I didn’t have an armpit fetish before, I did now.  Grant lowered my head into place, and suddenly I had full control over my new, muscular body.
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I practically sprinted back inside to find a bathroom with a good mirror.  Can you blame me?  You could still see the difference between my head’s pale skin and my body’s bronze tan, but I think maybe a lot of people would  just assume that I had used tanning spray.  Hell, for all I know, my prior body really had used a tanning spray.
A few months from now, the rest of my friends would return from summer break, and I would have to try and convince everyone that I had gained this body naturally.  No one would ever believe that I had lost 100 pounds at the same time that my roommate gained 100 pounds.  Although... if Grant was planning to keep the sword, maybe he would be willing to hook up my friends with a new body as well?
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You don't understand
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Gojo x GN! Reader
Word count: 791
/warnings/ depression, angst with comfort, unstable gojo
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“You don’t understand… Just getting out of bed makes me feel like the world is crashing down around me and I’m being buried beneath the rubble. I can’t even breathe by the time I reach the door.” Gojo yelled, putting his head in his hands. 
You had gone to check on him because he was not being himself and you were worried about him. He just lost his closest friends, who could blame him. You wanted to make sure he was going to go and so things that he would leather regret doing, he was unstable and everyone knew that. Why were you sent to go and make sure he was okay and see if he wanted to go out and train or go in the city to get his mind off of everything that has been going on.
This was the last thing you thought that was going  to happen when you walked into his room after he said you could come in. You didn’t even think that he knew who he even invited in at first.  But now here you were, after coming in almost ten minutes ago, this was the first thing that you were able to get him to say. He was more of a mess than you thought he would be. How were you supposed to handle this? What were you supposed to say to him? Was there even anything that you could say to him to make him feel better in any way at all? Probably not.
“He’s gone and there is nothing that any of us can do. He isn't even himself anymore, this is not the Geto that we know and cared for. Why didn’t any of us see that? How could I not see it? I was his best friend and now I am nothing to him but he was the coolest person to me.” he started almost with a yell and slowly turned into a whisper as he spoke. He was in pain, a lot of it. You have never seen him without a smile or a smirk on his face. This was new. 
You were still standing at the door, your back resting on the door, while he sat on his bed slowly losing it. You began to walk over to him and grabbed his hands away from his face and hugged him. He froze in place from the act, soon after relating and wrapping his arms around your waist,  pulling you even closer to him. His head hiding away in your stomach, feeling him start to shake slightly, he was crying. Pulling him even closer you thought about what you could say to him. 
“I’m sorry. I know that you two were close and that I willner truly understand that connection the two of you had. But he made a choice and there is nothing anybody in the world can do to make him come back. But we’re still here, I am still here to help you get through this. We will work through this.” you said just above a whisper to him. Not even sure if he would be able to hear you.
You stayed that way for what felt like forever until you heard him say something that you couldn’t understand. He looked up at you and could tell you had not heard what he had just heard. 
“Will you stay with me? Promise not to leave?” he quickly repeated himself. 
“Yes, I can stay with you as long as you want me to. I won’t go anywhere, anytime soon.” you said looking into his slightly swollen and red eyes. 
With that he pulled you onto the bed, letting out a yelp but accepting the fact that he was moving you like a doll. He put you on the bed to where your back against his front, spooning you. There was not a word spoken between you too. You had no clue how long you laid there but you heard slight snoring coming from behind you, ketting out a giggle. You soon followed him to sleep. It had been a long week for both of you and both needed the rest. Falling asleep not aware that the others had no idea why they had not heard anything from you until a few hours later when Yaga came to check on Gojo and say that the two of you had passed out on his bed. THough he was supposed to wake you both and yell at you for it, he decided that it was not worth it and it helped Gojo and yourself get through everything. So, instead he closed the door and left you two to get the much needed rest you need from the week's events.
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ladykailitha · 1 year
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Can Anybody See Me? Part 8
Now we’re getting to the reason behind the title.
On the tagging, I HAVE REACHED MY HARD AND FAST LIMIT OF 50. I love the response this story has gotten. I do. I love you all. I love every reply, like, and reblog. It brings me so much joy, you don’t even know. But tagging is hard for my ADHD brain. I have gone up from 20 to 30 and finally 50 as my system improved but I think if I do any more than that I’ll go insane. So any future tagging requests will be ignored. Sorry.
The best way to keep update on these stories is follow me and set me on notifications. I rarely do a lot of reblogging these days (too busy churning out stories like whoa), so more often then not a post will be a story. I try to post at least once a day (some times twice if I’m trying to rush through the posting a bit like I did to make sure the Valentine fic got out in time without making people wait on Vamp!Eddie), just never at set time.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
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When Eddie heard how Gethin had done it, he was starting wonder who the smart twin was, because it was brilliant.
The chemicals for developing film were kept in Miss Chen’s room and he took some quick pictures of Steve’s piece before promptly spilling some of the chemicals that the teacher had in her class room all over it.
It ATE the paper. Gethin had tried to mop it up before it got too bad. But alas, it was too late.
“Mr Hughes!” Miss Chen protested. “Please be more careful next time!”
Gethin apologize profusely. He begged her to give the poor student whose piece he had just destroyed an extra week to finish the project, because he had been soooo careless.
She agreed.
He ran out of her class with the chemicals he needed to develop the film in his camera.
Pictures he slipped into Eddie’s locker during lunch.
*
After school Eddie waited until the halls were empty before he opened his locker. He knelt down to pick them up and blinked. Steve was really good. The composition was sound and colors were great.
The page wasn’t even that scary. It was just of this boy walking up to a house in the dead of night. In one of the panels you could almost make out something watching the boy, but it was the vague sense of unease made it so you could tell it was going be a horror comic. It was good. And suddenly Eddie was pissed at Miss Chen for calling Steve out for this.
Especially since Eddie’s own comic was about slaying a dragon.
He shoved the pictures back into his backpack and slammed the locker shut.
“Well what have we got here?” a voice said from behind him.
Shit.
Eddie turned around slowly. There was Tommy H, Billy, and Kyle, standing there with their arms crossed.
“Hey, boys,” he said with a grin. “You looking to buy? I’ve got about four kilos.”
Tommy and Kyle looked at each other, nervously. They didn’t want to antagonize their drug dealer.
Billy ran his tongue over his teeth thoughtfully. “I just wanted to talk. I’ve been seeing Harrington hanging around you freaks lately and wanted to know why?”
Eddie folded his arms. “I get you’re new here, Hargrove, but your friends should have told you: I’m the king of picking up lost sheep. I like bringing people into my fold that the rest of this school has deemed outcasts. Steve Harrington has become one of those. And how could I resist such a tempting treat as the former king of Hawkins High?”
“You leave him the fuck alone, you hear me?” Billy growled.
“Or what?” Eddie asked. “You’ll do me like you did him? And then where will you get your weed? Because if you do I will make sure that I don’t sell to you or any of your little friends.” He wagged his finger as he indicated to Tommy and Kyle. “I’ll fucking cut off the entire basketball team. Don’t think I won’t. How long do you think you’ll be king then, Hargrove? When suddenly everyone’s supply dries up because you fucked with me?”
Kyle tugged on Billy’s arm. “Come on, man. Whatever your beef with Harrington is, it’s not worth this.”
Tommy just stood there looking Eddie in the eye.
“So what’s it going to be, Hagen?” Eddie asked. “You going to side with King Jackass here and alienate the whole fucking basketball team because you’ve got a hard on for Harrington? Or are you going to the smart thing and walk away?”
Tommy grabbed Billy’s other arm. “Let’s go.”
Billy wrenched his arms from both of them and stalked off.
“Run along, Tommy,” Eddie said making a shooing motion with his hands. “Go suck Hargrove’s dick.”
Tommy made to swing at Eddie, but Kyle stopped him. “Don’t do it, dude. He’s trying to get a rise out of you.”
Eddie grinned. He blew a kiss at Tommy and then walked off, a nervous energy humming in his veins.
He walked out to his van and found Steve waiting for him. Eddie smirked.
“You waiting for me, big boy?” he asked walking up to the other boy.
“I wanted to thank you for what you did about my art project,” Steve explained. “And then I saw Billy and Tommy and I got worried.”
Eddie patted his cheek. “You’re sweet, but I told you, I’m immune.”
Steve rolled his eyes.
“Plus, pretty boy,” Eddie said. “You won’t have to worry about that lot anymore. They came after me and I set them straight. If they want to keep buying weed, either they’ve got find someone new or leave you the hell alone.”
Steve sighed in relief. “So everything’s cool?”
“Cool as can be,” Eddie agreed. He opened the door and hopped into the van. “And I didn’t do anything to your project, Stevie.”
He saluted Steve and drove off, leaving behind a very confused, but very happy Steve Harrington.
*
Steve kept his eye on Tommy and Billy but by the end of the week there was no doubt that whatever Eddie had said them, made them back off.
“Hey, Steve,” Gareth said, nonchalant. “Did you know that there chemicals used in the art department for all sorts art related shit that can dissolve paper?”
Steve cocked an eyebrow at him. “You don’t say.”  
“Didn’t you now,” Brian said with a grin, “Gareth’s brother is a big photography nerd.”
“Oh, he must know Jonathan Byers, then,” Steve said, deliberately not taking their bait.
Gareth cocked his head to the side and hummed. “Maybe not. Different grades. But still could do, I suppose.”
Steve grinned. “Miss Chen did say it was a photography student that ruined my comic, maybe I should go thank Jonathan.” He winked at them and they burst out laughing.
Which was actually what Steve thought had happened when Eddie denied all knowledge of what happened. That Jonathan had recognized the scene of Steve on his way to Jonathan’s house and messed it up, worried Steve might get in trouble with the government.
But Gethin doing it made Steve sigh in relief. He already owe his life to Jonathan, owing him for the art project, too? That was too much for even Steve’s wounded pride.
Steve had already fobbed Nancy off earlier in the week because Jonathan had snitched.
She was practically screaming about being so careless. As if Steve would make the characters look like them. He had asked her if she had seen it herself and when she admitted she hadn’t, Steve told her to back off. Which lo and behold, she actually did.
“It’s bullshit Miss Chen even said anything,” Eddie growled. “It’s of this boy walking up to a house at night. It could’ve been of a boy going to pick up a girl on a date, but because Steve used muted tones and creepy vibes, she decided it was sad or some shit and threatened to call Steve’s parents.”
The other three boys looked at each other. “That is bullshit,” they all agreed.
Steve shrugged. “I changed to be about a lost little girl who connects with a social recluse and they become a family. If she gives me shit about that one, I’ll kindly let Chief Hopper know that Miss Chen thinks him and his adopted daughter’s story is toooo depressing for school.”
“I like the way you think,” Jeff said with a cackle.
Steve grinned. Silence descended as the boys ate their lunch. As they were packing up, he casually dropped a bomb on them.
“Miss Lucy wants me to try out for the school musical...”
“No way, dude!” Eddie said. Miss Lucy was the drama teacher. Her last name was one of those that looked easy on paper but really wasn’t. So she had all her students call her by her first name.
“I thought you were new to the whole drama thing,” Brian said.
“I am but she seems to think I’m good enough to tryout,” Steve said with a shrug.
“Are you going to do it?” Eddie asked in all seriousness.
Steve bit his lip. “I want to but I don’t want people to get mad at me if I do a get a part.”
Gareth’s brow furrowed. “Why would they be mad at you?”
Steve shrugged again. “That a newbie like me is taking away a roll from one of the more seasoned kids?”
“If that’s the case,” Jeff said, “then fuck them. You didn’t know you had a talent for it.”
Steve smiled warmly at them. “Thanks, guys.”
Eddie clapped him on the back. “You go get ‘em, tiger!”
Steve laughed. “Yeah, okay.”
He felt the warmth from where Eddie touched his back all day long. And he carried that feeling all the way through his audition.
*
“You are such chicken shit,” Eddie told Steve. The results were back for call backs and he was too afraid to look.
“I know, I know,” Steve murmured. “But I would rather walk through an entire pack of demodogs then look at that stupid piece of paper.”
“What the fuck is a demodog?”
Steve blinked. “Something the kids made up for their D&D campaign.” Which was true. Mostly.
“Uh-huh,” Eddie said, licking his lips. “You owe big time for this.”
“I’ll buy you dinner,” Steve promised.
“And it better be somewhere nice!” Eddie called back over his shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah,” Steve grumbled.
Within seconds Eddie came flouncing back. “Bad news, Stevie...”
“I didn’t get called back?” Steve asked.
Eddie cackled. “You got called back for Charles Thomson. You’re going up against Kyle Carver.”
“Fuck.”
“Language, Mr Harrington,” Mr Hall, one of the swim coaches murmured as he walked by.
“Sorry, coach,” Steve said automatically. He turned back to Eddie. “He’s going to get it, isn’t he?”
“Kyle?” Eddie asked. Steve nodded. “Probably. Though it would be a serious miscarriage of justice if he does.”
Steve grinned. “Good thing you’re a fan of those. Maybe you start a letter campaign against bias casting in school plays.”
Eddie looked around to make sure there weren’t any teachers. “Fuck off, Harrington.”
Steve kissed his nose and ran off giggling. “See you later, Munson.”
Eddie stood in the hall being jostled by other students as he thoughtfully rubbed his nose.
*
Steve watched Kyle audition from the audience and was so sure Kyle had it in the bag. Until he opened his mouth to sing and what came out of his mouth was horribly off key.
“Mr Carver, are you all right?” Miss Lucy asked.
Kyle nodded and tried again. This time it was better, but no where near it was when he auditioned the first time.
“I must be coming down with a cold,” Kyle excused.
Miss Lucy frowned. “Your turn, Mr Harrington.”
Steve took a deep breath and let it out slow, like Eddie had taught him. He stepped up to the stage and turned around.
“You know, sometimes I think the general is speaking to me,” Steve recited his lines, his voice breaking on the last word. And then he used the scene to launch into the singing part of his audition.
Miss Lucy was humming and nodding as Steve finished up the song.
“Thank you, Mr Harrington,” Miss Lucy said. “Results will be posted on the drama room door tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Miss Lucy,” Steve said.
As he passed Kyle the boy hissed, “Suck up.”
Steve just shrugged. “Or maybe it’s just polite to thank someone for their time.” 
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drewsbuzzcut · 30 days
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The Worst Of Me Is Racing All Around Your Mind
Nick Moldenhauer x Dallas Blankenburg
A so it goes fic
Warnings: mentions pregnancy, mentions abortions, false positives pregnancy test, panic/anxiety, cursing, mentions wanting to vomit, angst and angst (let me know if I forgot anything) this is also lightly edited
This takes place May 2024
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Dallas walks on shaky legs out of the restroom, her shaking hands gripping the used pregnancy test. She already knows the answer, she was way too curious to wait to look at the test with Nick.
“Here,” she hands it over to him and waits for his reaction.
“It’s positive,” he states once looking at the plus sign.
He looks up at her and his eyes glimmer in what seems like excitement. Dallas finds it slightly terrifying.
“I know. I need to book an appointment with an OBGYN to confirm if it’s true,” she says, fingers carding through her hair as she paces around her apartment.
She tries to calm her erratic heart, but it’s no use. The more she thinks about being pregnant, the more panic fills her every thought.
“Hey, June bug, it’s going to be okay. I love you, baby,” he wraps her in his arms and kisses her forehead.
“It’s not okay! I can’t be pregnant. I can’t be. A baby will change everything,” Dallas pulls away, too panicked to think about anything other than the fact that a baby could ruin everything.
“What’s so wrong with you being pregnant? We’re married and we’ll be living together next school year,” he points out, eyebrows dipped down in confusion.
“Are you hearing the words coming out of your mouth? We just got married! We should be enjoying our time as newlyweds, not worrying about children. Children that will take our time away from school! Children that will take me away from my clothes and children that will take you away from hockey,” Dallas stresses, her hands flying out at her sides to convey her clear point of view on the situation.
She’s passed the point of staying sane, she’s too worried about their futures. She stares into Nick’s eyes, daring him to counter her argument even though he can’t.
“We can work around those things. If anybody can do it, it’s us. I’ve said those words to you when you were hesitant about getting married. I meant them then and I mean them now,” he says, voice eerily calm.
The girl walks up to him, placing her hands on his chest. She hopes the beat of his heart can help calm her down.
“This isn’t the right time for us to have a baby,” she says in the simplest way. Her hands move to the sides of his face to make sure his eyes peer into hers.
His eyes aren’t the normal, ocean blue. They’re like stone, dark and void of anything.
“I don’t know what to say,” he mutters.
“Say you support whatever choice I decide to make. If I’m pregnant, I can’t promise that I won’t seriously consider getting an abortion. At least just understand why I’m making the choice I decide to go through with,” Dallas’ bottom lip trembles when he stays silent for too long. His support is the most important thing to her at this moment.
“What can I do to convince you that we should keep the baby? I get that it’s ultimately your choice, but we’re married. That isn’t just your baby,” he points to her stomach, and this is when it hits Dallas.
This is very very real. She’s pregnant and she’s lost at a crossroads. Even though she wholeheartedly knows that if she keeps the baby, she wouldn’t be doing it for herself. And for once, she doesn’t know what to say to her husband.
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Dallas waits with a bated breath, eyes zeroed in on the screen. Nick’s hand is clutched in hers, his eyes also focused on the screen.
There’s no heartbeat pounding through the silence and there’s no black and white blob popping up.
“Okay, Mrs. Moldenhauer, it appears that you are not pregnant. It’s very likely that you had a defective test. False positives aren’t rare, but they also don’t happen often. If you don’t have any questions, then I’ll leave you to get cleaned up and you’re free to leave,” the doctor says.
She feels her shoulders fall in relief, she’s so happy she could cry. Dallas doesn’t notice at first, but Nick is quick to pull his hand out of hers.
“I don’t have any. Thank you so much,” she says and hastily cleans herself up when the doctor leaves.
She lets out a breath she felt she was holding in forever. Her eyes return back to their usual shine and she can’t stop the relieved smile from taking over.
Nick stays silent, walking out of the room before Dallas can even button her pants. By the time she makes it out, Nick is already walking out the front door and heading towards the car. She’s not naive, she knows he’s upset. However, there’s really nothing to be upset about anymore. She’s not pregnant so their problems are solved.
“Nick!” She shouts after him.
“Are you happy you got what you wanted?” He asks, voice harsh.
It makes Dallas flinch.
She takes a moment to process his words, eyes blinking in shock.
“Jeez, Nick, you’re acting like I was actually pregnant and got an abortion,” she snaps and jumps into the driver’s seat of her car.
“Same difference. You didn’t want the damn baby, so I know you’re just so fucking happy to not be pregnant,” he snaps back, making Dallas’ blood begin to boil.
Her face is red and her chest heaves, desperate for some type of soothing air.
“I’ve given you all of me, Nick! I gave you my time, my heart, I gave up my last name in order to take yours! How can you ask that I give you this ONE THING when I’m not ready?” She shouts, too overcome with anger to think about what she’s saying, or how it's being perceived.
“You make it sound like you had no choice but to marry me. If you truly didn’t want to marry me, then you shouldn’t have, Dallas! Do you honestly think I’m ready to have kids right now? Because I’m not, but I was willing to try and to work hard for our family. I was willing to go all in with you, because I love you and I eventually want a family with you. You just thought about yourself, and I understand because it’s your body. I’m your husband, though. Would it kill you to have any consideration for my feelings or for the things I want? I would’ve taken care of my baby- even if it meant you leaving us behind and me being a single dad,” he unloads each of his thoughts.
Dallas can’t help the way her tears roll down her cheeks. It hurts to even fathom a thought about Nick being a single father to their child. It absolutely kills her that Nick would think that she’d leave them behind.
“You can drop me off at my dorm. I need to think about whether or not we should continue with our marriage,” Nick whispers, the words burning his throat.
Dallas whips her head over to him, but quickly refocuses on the road ahead. She’s left in silence. Well not complete silence. She can hear the labored breathing coming from husband and the way he sniffles after his tears loudly smack against the leather interior of the car.
Her stomach twists and turns, but she forces the bile down with large empty gulps.
“Nick,” she searches her mind for the right words to say, but she doesn’t know how to fix things without causing more damage.
“I’m sorry, Dallas. I’m sorry if I’m too much for you,” he apologizes when he doesn’t have to.
Dallas shakes her head repeatedly, her hand coming up to wipe away her tears. A stuttered gasp rips up her throat as she starts to sob. His words cut her open and leave her out to dry. Their distance becomes stark when he doesn’t even reach out to console her, but she honestly doesn’t think she deserves it anyway.
a/n: Some rough waters for the newlyweds…
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freshlove-sturn · 2 months
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HELP ME OUT? PT 4
pt 1 p2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt 6 pt7 pt8
chris sturniolo x fem reader
pink- reader
orange- chris
blue- matt
purple- nick
summary: chris is falling behind in english. he knows he has to get in grade in check before his big lacrosse game, or else coach will bench him. so what better idea than to reach out to the smart girl who sits in front of him in class? after all, it's just a little help... right?
a/n: i did little to no research on lacrosse for this. please don’t judge me 😭
readers pov
the first bell rang through my ears and i walk down the crowded hall to my locker. a group of freshmen boys were laughing obnoxiously. blissfully unaware of me standing there, waiting for a chance to get in my locker. i muttered a few ‘excuse me’s’. none of which they heard.
“move.” i hear a voice behind me. the flock of boys hurrying away.
i turn around and see chris standing there, watching as the boys disappear down the hall. after a few seconds, he looks back down at me. the blue eyes that i’ve been craving to catch since the second he left my house last night. i was sure that the shade of blue was my new favorite color.
“thanks.” i smile.
“no problem. they’re on the jv lacrosse team. they’re painfully oblivious to their surroundings.” he laughs. god i loved that laugh.
“this is an every day occurrence” i say, quickly putting in my combo and opening my locker.
“it won’t happen anymore.” my face grows hot again. i knew for sure my face had just changed 7 shades redder.
“oh my hero!” i clutch my chest jokingly.
“yeah yeah. speaking of lacrosse, are you coming to the game friday?” he asks as i grab my books from my locker.
“i thought you said your big game was next friday?” i furrow my brows.
“well yeah. the big game is next friday. but there’s also a game this friday.” he grabs my books from me, placing them under his arm. he did it like it was second nature.
“oh. i wasn’t really planning on going, no” i reply. trying to act cool. shutting my locker door slowly.
“why not?”
“i don’t understand lacrosse. and i don’t really even know anybody who plays. well, besides you obviously” we start walking down the hallway to english. so close that our arms occasionally brush against each other as we step.
“aw look who needs a tutor now.” he teases. bumping into me gently.
“oh hush.” i roll my eyes. a smile playing at my lips.
“you should come.” he suggests.
“i don’t know.” i respond. looking down at my shoes.
“please” he begs. “for me?”
i swore i felt my heart do a flip in my chest. “fine.” i try masking my excitement. he grind. chris sturniolo wanted me to come watch him play lacrosse.
“sick. how about today instead of you teaching me english, i teach you some lacrosse, help you out for once, yeah?” he grins. he makes it almost impossible to say no.
“chris you need to be studying for this test.” i try reasoning with him. honestly, i just wanted to listen to him talk more.
“come on y/n. let’s take a break from the books today and have fun” we enter our classroom. taking our seats. he places my books down on my desk. but instead of taking his usual seat behind me. he sits down right next to me.
“okay fine.” i cave.
“hell yeah. i’ll come pick you up after practice. is that cool?” he smiles.
“that’s cool.” i smile back at him.
chris pov
as soon as practice ended i i couldn’t get in the van fast enough.
“we’re picking up y/n” i tell matt as soon as he gets in.
“what? since when? i thought i was dropping you off at her house?” he questions, throwing his year in the back.
“we’re gonna hang out at our house tonight. i’m gonna teach her the basics of lacrosse. she’s coming to the game friday.” i explain.
he wiggles his eyebrows at me. he doesn’t say anything, but i know exactly what he’s thinking.
“matt it’s not like that. we’re just friends.” which wasn’t a lie. we were just friends. i just so happened to think about her every second since he sat a foot in front of me rambling on and on about shakespeare and how beautiful his work is. she was a whole hell of a lot smarter than me. i liked it. i admired her for her intelligence. it’s like she knew everything. the one thing she didn’t know? i was falling for her. scarily fast.
we arrive at y/ns house. i get out of the van and walk up to her front door. knocking a few times. she opens the door.
“hi.” a big smile plastered across her face. i loved when she smiled. the way her eyes squinted. the way her cheeks looked so full. the kind that grandmas squeeze and pinch and tell you about how adorable you are.
“hey.” i smile back at her.
we walk out to the van. i open the door for her and climb in behind her. sitting in the seat next to her rather than the passenger seat. the seat i claimed as my own since the second matt got his license. the seat i never left. just so she didn’t feel lonely. and also because i just wanted to be close to her. her sweet perfume filled my nose. it was like a warm vanilla. like fresh baked cookies. sweet.
the drive to my house was fairly quiet. just meaningless small talk like ‘how are you’ ‘good. you?’. the works. when the car stops and matt throws it in park. i get out. holding the door open for her again. i go around to the trunk and grab my duffel bag and all my lacrosse gear and lead her out to my backyard.
“here. put this on.” i hand her my helmet.
“what?” she blurts out.
“put it on.” i gesture down at the helmet. making motions with my hands, acting like i was putting a helmet on myself.
“i thought you were just gonna tell me about lacrosse?” she giggles. my helmet still in her hands.
“oh we’re playing. i want you to get the full experience. i’m showing you how it’s done.” i smirk.
i walk closer to her, taking the helmet from her hands. i gently brush her hair out of her face and slide the helmet on over her head. she doesn’t say anything. she just looks up at me. her cheeks turning bright pink. i carefully strap up the chin strap. adjusting it accordingly. once i get it all sorted out, we just stare at each other. not saying a word. we didn’t need to.
i hand her my stick. “here’s this too.”
she takes the stick from my hands. our finger tips grazing each other. it felt like electricity shooting down my spine.
something about her being in my lacrosse gear made me feel on top of the world. i couldn’t stop smiling at her.
“lookin good y/l/n” i try to sound as casual as possible.
“thanks.” she peers up at me through the cross bars on the helmet. a smile pulling at the corners of her lips.
“so basically the object of the game is well, scoring more points than the other guys.” i explained half assed. i couldn’t explain things with the same flow as she could.
she laughs at my bluntness “kinda just like every other sport?”
“besides golf.” i retort.
“besides golf.” she repeats.
“you can use your stick to catch and pass and stuff. and you can use it to get the ball away from the other team.” she looks at me intently. taking in everything i was saying.
“here. catch this” i toss a ball to her.
she catches the ball with her hands. i laugh and roll my eyes. “with the stick, goof.”
“oh right” she laughs and tosses the ball back to me.
i throw the ball to her again. she attempts to catch it, but misses. earning a sigh of defeat.
“you’re good you got this.” i encourage her. i toss her the ball again and she catches it.
“WOOHOO” i cheer. she chuckles and tosses the back back to me.
“better watch out christopher. i’m coming for your spot.” she taunts.
“we’ll see about that. how about you try scoring a goal? here’s let’s say the goal is from this tree to uhh roughly about here” i walk from the tree to about a half way marking before the next tree. sticking a twig in the ground to mark our makeshift goal.
“if it’s like, a foot above my head it doesn’t count.” i explain.
“oh don’t even worry. i got this in the bag” she says confidently.
“alright im gonna like, guard you, so i’ll kinda have to get all up in your bubble. unless you don’t want me to then i-“
“it’s fine chris” she cuts me off. i smile at her.
“alright. here’s this” i place the ball in the net of the stick “okay. play on three. 1. 2. 3!”
she runs towards the goal. i move in front of her, blocking her. her chest pressed against mine as she tries pushing past me. she’s laughing. she was enjoying herself. she was enjoying herself and having fun with me.
she launches the ball towards the goal we made. i reach up with matt’s stick, sort of purposefully missing the ball. it fell through our goal.
“YEAH!” she cheers. smiling ear to ear.
“SHE SHOOTS AND SHE SCORES!” i yell.
“told you i was coming for your spot.” she teases.
“oh yeah?”
“yep. your coach is gonna see my skill and be begging me to join the team.” she states, matter of factually.
“that’s if i don’t get you first” i grin. without warning i pick her up, hoisting her over my shoulder and spinning us around.
“chris put me down!” she giggles, smacking at my back.
“what’s the magic word?” i smirk.
“please!” she laughs.
“atta girl.”
i place her back down onto the ground. our bodies still close to each other. she takes my helmet off slowly and looks up at me. her hair laid messily in her eyes. i brush it behind her ears softly. my hand resting on the side of her cheek. a comfortable silence fills the air around us. i’m surprised you couldn’t hear my heart practically beating out of my chest. she looked she so perfect. she was effortlessly beautiful. the way the sun illuminated her gorgeous y/e/c eyes was enchanting. her freckles became more visible in the gleam of the bright sun that was setting. my eyes flicker down from her eyes and down her her plump pick lips, then back up again. she did the same. her lips felt like a magnetic field that was pulling me in. i began to lean down, slowly.
our lips were still a few good inches away from each other when nick walked outside. causing the both of us to whip our heads to the side.
“oh shit am i interrupting something?” nick throws his hands up, taking a few steps back.
“uh no.” i clear my throat. “i was just uh teaching y/n how to play lacrosse”
“oh… right” nick nods his head slowly and walks back inside.
i couldn’t wrap my head around what just happened. did we almost just kiss?
“it’s getting kinda late. i should probably get going home.” y/n breaks the awkward silence that had fallen between us.
“i’ll walk you home. it’s only a few blocks.”
“oh you don’t have to do that.” she hands me back my helmet and i toss it into my bag.
“yes i do. you aren’t walking home alone.” i insist.
“okay. thank you.” she smiles.
as we head down the sidewalk, we don’t talk much. just random facts about each other. middle names, what our siblings are like, nothing too entirely special. but i paid attention to each detail of everything she told me like it was something sacred. my heart is still racing from the thought that i almost knew what it felt like to have her lips on mine.
as her house comes into sight, i feel a bit disappointed. no amount of time i spent with her ever felt long enough. i walk her up the stairs to her front door.
“thanks for walking me home.” she smiles slightly, fidgeting with her bracelets.
“no problem. anytime.”
“i had a lot of fun today. i needed that.” she smiles up at me. the porch light tracing over her delicate features perfectly. i wish i could take a picture of this moment with my mind. she truly was the most beautiful girl i had ever seen.
“i had a lot of fun too.” i admit.
before i can say anything else, she places a quick peck on my right cheek. i was instantly flustered.
“goodnight christopher owen.” she smiles and opens her door, walking inside without another word.
i stand there stunned. her lips were soft, just like i had imagined.
that’s a feeling i could definitely get used to.
a/n: HOPE YALL LIKE THIS!! i can’t decide if i like this or not. i started writing it and everything just kinda flowed out of me 😭 none of this was really planned tbh. kinda just made it up as i went.
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emelinstriker · 10 months
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Nezha ♡ A Special Stranger Pt.3
Art drawn by me- I also got more Special Stranger Nezha art under ‘#special stranger nezha’ o3o
I did not mean for it to be 3k+ words long but here we are- Just you and your husband's 3rd wedding anniversary. Oh, and Wukong is having his usual random cameo appearance for the fun of it. Can't have a Special Stranger Nezha one-shot without Wukong.
♡ Part 1 | ♡ Part 2 | ♡ Part 3
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ⓘ Reader is IMPLIED AFAB
♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡
"I'm home!" You called out as you shut the door behind you. You weren't actually sure if your husband was home yet, but you always made sure he wasn't alerted when you came home. Sure, not many would dare intrude the home of the Third Lotus Prince and his spouse. Even less now that you two moved into a small house in the Celestial Realm... You told him you preferred a house similar to your old home, and Nezha was all to eager to move from the Celestial Palace into your now shared house in the clouds. The possibility of an unwanted guest was still there though. Even if you did help some celestial workers to pass the time and not be home alone. While you didn't get along with all of them, there were a few that were very kind and understanding despite your mortality status.
Either way, you did not get a response. Usually you would feel just a little disappointed that he was still in the middle of upholding his duty... However, today it felt more like a blessing. Because today was special as it was your third wedding anniversary, and you still wanted to decorate your home a little to surprise Nezha.
You had three official surprises ready for your husband of three years, and you were very confident in that he'll love each and every one of those presents... Though, the way you planned on actually presenting them varied from being comedic to anti-climatic. On purpose for stronger emotional responses, of course.
Thus, your plan began as you set the table. But as you were placing your plates, you heard a knock coming from the front door, followed by a very familiar monkey's voice.
"Hellooo? Anybody home?" You rolled your eyes and decided to check the door.
And while you were waiting for Nezha's arrival, your husband was patrolling around the Celestial Palace. Any form of movement was appreciated over being cooped up inside one building all day. Especially today! He actually did ask the Jade Emperor if he could perhaps take this one special day off, but he told him no. He said something about 'an annoying menace to the Celestial Realm' approaching. Negotiation was a bust as well since his offers kept on getting shot down.
So he was understandably grumpy while on duty. The Celestial Armies were mostly avoiding their superior after merely just glancing at his annoyed expression that practically screamed 'I'm so done with life right about now and won't hesitate to throw someone off the top of the Palace'. Not even his phone was able to help speed up time.
Little did he know that the Jade Emperor put him on duty on purpose. Because he knew you had things planned and that you needed just a bit more extra time... Though, one thing Nezha knew about was certain celestials' gossip. He was aware of just how many deities looked down on you like a pathetic parasite, unworthy of the Third Lotus Prince's love and affection.
Speaking of which, while on patrol he overheard another conversation about your 'controversial marriage'...
"Can you believe they've been married for three years now? I still don't understand why our beloved Prince would ever marry a mortal human... Especially a commoner! They're not even of nobility", he could hear one maiden say to another.
"Right? The nerve! They are most definitely only in on it to have a god as a husband to feel more powerful than others", the other one added.
Honestly, this didn't help his mood. And his expression turned more into anger. Usually he would much rather just avoid confronting them and let gossip be gossip. It's all just lies anyway. But with his already pre-established grumpiness, his body acted faster than his mind. His wheels ignited as he zoomed over towards the maidens, halting right in front of them, fire-tipped spear in hand.
Once he was in front of them, already making them feel absolutely panicked at how hostile he suddenly appeared, he spoke up with his commanding voice. "Silence. I do not appreciate you talking about my partner like that. I am not expecting you to see what I see, but I am expecting you to respect them and their presence. I choose who I love. Is that clear?"
Damn, he wasn't even trying and he still looked absolutely intimidating. The maidens quickly nodded with a 'Yes, Lotus Prince!' before hastily walking away. Nezha scoffed before returning to his patrol route. Those two did not help his mood at all.
And his mood didn't exactly get any better until he was summoned by the Jade Emperor again. Sure, he had to show way more respect towards him than the maidens, which automatically makes him seem less agitated, but his mood also got a lot better once he was told to take the rest of the day off. He questioned why he would give him the rest of the day off if there supposedly was 'an annoying menace to the Celestial Realm'. The Jade Emperor only responded in a vague way, basically saying 'So like, the menace has appeared but did a major pitstop and isn't actually being a menace today to be honest, lmao. Can you believe that?'
Of course, Nezha immediately took this opportunity. Though, he couldn't help but furrow his eyesbrows at the Emperor in confusion. Why didn't he give him the day off from the beginning? Pretty sure the Celestial Realm could handle threats for this one day without him in the frontlines. His home was within the Realm anyway, so getting him to join an important battle wouldn't have been a problem.
Besides, pretty sure at least the higher-ups, including the Jade Emperor, all knew about how important this day was to h-
...Wait.
Suspicion hit him as he flew over to your shared home. Opening the door, he noticed how dark it was inside. But one look at the golden clock ticking on the wall was all he needed to determine that you should be home. Quickly checking his phone's lock screen, he didn't see any new messages from you about you being out a little longer.
"Blossom, I'm home", he called out. But he didn't hear a reply so he closed the door, weapon still drawn by his side... But then someone else turned on the light.
"Surprise!"
Suddenly, you popped up from behind the nicely decorated table with a box wrapped in colorful papers in your arms. A bright smile was on your face as you placed the present on the table. Nezha lowered his weapon at the sight as his guarded expression was replaced with a gentle smile. "Oh- Wow, I did not expect you to plan anything behind my back."
You crossed your arms before leaning with them against the table while he approached you, making his spear disappear. "Oh please, it's our third wedding anniversary! And I labeled you my Special Stranger like twelve years ago. And you didn't think I'd show how much I cherish being with you?" The Lotus Prince moved around the table and pulled you in for a quick kiss before placing his forehead against yours, all the while still keeping you pressed against his armored chest.
"Well, not necessarily. I just thought you and I wanted to come up with what we wanted to do today together", he said softly while lovingly staring into your eyes.
You rolled your own eyes in amusement. "We can still figure out what to do, sweetie. I merely planned this part to give you my presents." After you pulled away, you slid the wrapped box over to his side. "Open it up!" He carefully picked up the present and examined it for a bit before ripping up the paper wrapping, revealing a shoe box. You insisted that he should open it already, so he did. Nezha gasped. In the box was a cap, a similar one to the one you gave him all those years ago. The main difference however was the text and the slight change in color to more of a pink tone, fitting for his armor. The text now read '(Y/N)'s Lovely Husband'.
"Aw... Thanks. But I don't think it can ever beat the Special Stranger one", he commented as he adjusted the cap on his head.
"What even happened to that cap? I haven't seen you wear it in a long while", you asked as you sat down at the table, grabbing a particular fruit from the bowl you placed in the middle.
Nezha shrugged as he sat down himself, "Nothing. I just don't want it getting more dirt onto it, or let it get damaged. So I usually just keep it hidden away in my work room. If it came down to it, I would protect that cap like you and the Jade Emperor." He then leaned back into his chair, his gaze lingering on the delicious food you spread out on the table... But then he heard you munch on something. Curiously looking up to see what it was, he nearly fell off his chair.
There you were, casually eating bits of a peach that looked way too much like a peach of immortality to be a regular fruit from the Mortal Realm. Panicked, Nezha immediately stood up. "WAIT, DON'T EAT THAT-"
Amused, you raised an eyebrow at him as you took another bite. "Why not?"
"That- That's not a normal peach! W-We can- We can find a way to turn you mortal again! I promise! Just-!" You swallowed the piece before cutting him off with an innocent smile. "Nezha, I'm fully aware that it just turned me immortal. This is my second present for you!"
His eyes were wide open as he blinked in shock, "Wha- Huh??" You couldn't help but snort at his absolutely confused and flabbergasted reaction.
"I know our relationship had a timer on it with how I would eventually die of old age. So, I've thought long about it and decided that I don't want to ever leave you," you grinned at him. "And the peach Monkey King brought over as anniversary present earlier today just seemed like a convenient and yummy way. At least I don't have to take a gamble with gaining another way of immortality anymore!" Then you took another, but this time smaller bite.
Your husband forced himself to close his mouth before moving around the table again to pick you up in his arms and placing a passionate kiss on your lips. Once you two pulled away, you booped his nose. "Now you won't be able to get rid of me so easily, sweetie."
Nezha let out a wholehearted chuckle as he lightly kissed your own nose. "I wouldn't ever dream of it."
When your loving moment was over, you insisted that your husband try the food on the table before you showed him his third gift. You told him that he would be extremely ecstatic about that one, just to hype him up more. In general, your dinner date was calming and definitely raised his mood by a lot. Almost as if him being put on duty for this day never happened.
While talking about whatever happened to the two of you today, Nezha suddenly had a thought pop up. "Wait- Wukong gave you that peach, correct?" He asked while you nodded in response. He pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as he furrowed his brows. Taking a deep breath, he continued after letting out a long sigh. "...Nevermind. The guards should be able to deal with him if he's trying anything reckless while I'm off-duty. I guess that's what the Jade Emperor meant by 'annoying menace'." He then moved his hand away to look at you. "I do not wish to ruin our anniversary by attempting to remove him from the Celestial Realm."
You took a sip of your drink before shaking your head. "That wouldn't ruin our anniversary. In fact, if Monkey King is legitimately causing havoc, I wouldn't mind you doing your job. Besides..." After propping up your arm against the table and placing your cheek on the palm of your hand, you grinned rather smugly in his direction. "I would get to watch you use your abilities in the name of authority. And I would get to reward you for your services after~"
Oh fuck. You were highly aware of how much control you had over him and his desires.
Nezha's face turned red at the implication. If you were saying that to him some years prior to your marriage, he would be a babbling mess and would barely be able to form his sentences to respond. But now, after having spent years with you and even having intimate times together, he was a lot more confident in laying out his responses with a smirk. "Oh? You're tempting me, blossom~"
You both simply gave each other a rather inviting look before something you remembered caught your attention. "Oh right! Can't forget to show you the highlight of the presents!"
"And becoming immortal is not the highlight?" Your husband raised an eyebrow at you as you opened a cabinet. "Actually, nevermind. You having three presents already makes me feel bad because I only have one...", he sighed quietly to himself.
You rummaged for a bit in the dark depths of the cabinet until you pulled out a basket with some colorful fabric. "I got you some new clothes!" You excitedly placed the basket in front of him on the table and then placed yourself next to his seat.
Nezha looked at the basket, then looked at you, then back at the basket and said, "...These look small." He then picked up whatever was on top of the neatly folded pile. "I, uh, don't suppose they shift to the wearer's size? I, uh-" He stopped himself as he examined the pink sweater with lotus patterns. After reading what was written in the front, his mouth hung agape. Then he turned around the piece of clothing in disbelief, showing you the text. You, of course, laughed at his reaction before nodding to confirm his thoughts.
'Daddy's Special Baby' was written on the tiny sweater.
Suddenly, you felt yourself being picked up and spun around like crazy in your husband's arms. He was laughing in pure joy. But the fact that he still had his wheels on didn't help your dizziness. "I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!" Nezha stopped twirling around and gave you a rather quick, yet strong kiss on the lips. "This is the best gift ever! I love you so, so much, blossom..." And as he trailed off, you noticed tears gathering in his eyes, which surprised you.
"Aw, sweetie..." You brushed your thumb against his cheek, trying to wipe away the two tears that started rolling down.
"I'm sorry, I just... I-I never thought I would ever start a family of my own..." Nezha then pulled away before summoning some sort of necklace in his hands. "Now I feel horrible because I only have one gift for you. But I hope it suffices." He then handed it to you before wiping away any remaining tears himself. You immediately took notice of how it looked more like a charm.
"It's not much by any means, but it does its job well. This is an ancient relic that makes the wearer seem invisible to demons. You can view it as a lucky charm too, it did save lives after all."
You tilted you head in confusion, "Wait then how are you able to see me- Aren't you technically a demon too?"
"Well, yes, but I'm also unaffected as I'm a deity of the Celestial Realm myself", he responded while doing a so-so motion with his hand. "Pretty sure others referred to as demons, like Sun Wukong and the Six-Eared Macaque, are unaffected by it as well. Though, the Demon Bull King and his son on the other hand..." He let out a chuckle at whatever he was imagining. "Let's just say you can not only be a lot more safe, but also have some fun messing with certain demons."
You gasped before holding the charm tightly in your hands with a smile. "That's so cool, I love it! Thanks, sweetie!"
Suddenly, a loud crash came from upstairs.
Alerted by the sound, Nezha told you to put on the necklace and wait by the table in case it was a demon attacking. He swiftly summoned his fire-tipped spear and flew his way upstairs with his wheels lit up. You couldn't exactly make out any noises from all the way by the table at first. But then you heard muffled yells from your husband and muffled laughter from another male voice.
Quietly making your way over to the bottom of the staircase, you tried to make out the conversation. You weren't able to hear the context, but you did hear part of the argument.
"You can't be serious! We were having a moment!"
"Let's be honest, Nezha, you two being sappy isn't the most entertaining for me right now-"
"And you decided it would be a good idea to destroy my vase??"
"Duh, so I can ask how the gift exchange went. I may have only given your partner a gift, but the outcome of them using it should count as double-gift!"
"While I must thank you for that, I also have the urge to punch you so hard right now that you get knocked all the way back to Flower Fruit Mountain."
"Pfff- How about this: If you can catch me, I'll give you a freebie and you get to punch me however hard you want! You could see it as a friend's anniversary gift to you! Later, Nezha!"
Then you heard a loud boom as you felt the floor shake beneath you. You weren't exactly concerned after having heard he intruder's voice however. A few seconds later, your husband came back downstairs. You gave him a rather amused expression. "Huh. I thought he already left a while ago... I think we jinxed this."
"Oh, we absolutely did", he agreed. But then his annoyed expression turned to a smug one. "So, since we jinxed this... Does the offer of the reward for stopping Wukong still stand?" You rolled your eyes at him before nodding. You could see the sudden determination light up in his eyes as he made his way over to the front door. "Well, I'll be back soon. Oh, and make sure you don't hurt yourself upstairs, by the way. There's shards lying around. I love you, blossom!" He blew you a kiss with a wink before swiftly speeding out of the door and taking into the skies.
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pervertedreams · 2 years
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𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐞.𝐦
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summary: you go to run some errands for your father, but on your way back home your car breaks down. eddie is more than happy to help, but unfortunately you have no money. you don’t mind giving pretty boy a little exchange do you?
cw: mechanic!eddie, farmer!reader, reader has a slight southern accent, eddie is older, m receiving, angst?? ig, afab!reader, fem!reader, creampie
feedback on this would actually be so appreciated cause im proud of this one!
minors shooo ! (not proof read) moodboard for this fic
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“shit shit shit.” you swear, vulgar words muffled over the red lollipop you’ve been sucking on. you’ve been out all day handling business while your dad handles things back at the farm, but somehow someway on your way back you’ve gotten lost. all the roads around here look the same, and you should know them from the back of your hand. but sometimes you still get lost. after driving all this time, your car is starting to slow down and you have not a clue where you are.
the harsh rippling sound of a busted tire echoes throughout the empty lands, anybody within fifty feet is gonna hear you coming. and eddie definitely did.
sitting up from his rusty wooden chair, he stands in the road as the sound gets closer and closer. you saw him way before his garage, a random man in the middle of the road. before you get the chance to shoo him off to the side, your car comes to a complete halt, making the entire car jerk to a stop. you slap your hands against the steering wheel in frustration before getting out of the car. your now filthy sneakers hitting the gravely ground, and skin again being exposed to the southern heat.
“why the hell we’re you in the way?” you’re now shouting at the tall man before you, you gotta blame somebody right? he was definitely older, not too much maybe in his late twenties. you wanna bet twenty-seven. his hair is longer than most of the men around your way, daddy would definitely call him a girl. his black wife beater clung to his body deliciously, you must admit he was attractive. big nose and full lips, his build wasn’t too bad either. but your attraction to this stranger wasn’t important right now.
“i heard you comin’ down a mile away, sweetheart. y’need any help?” his voice is muffled too, lips fixing around the wobbly lit cigarette in his mouth. “i need a mechanic.” you whine.
“then you’ve come to the right place!” he smiles around the cig, waltzing closer to you and your now broken vehicle. he’s eyed you down as well. jean overalls with a pair of dusty white sneakers to match, nails are neatly painted and they match the bandana handing out of your pocket. hair in two low braids so it won’t be on your neck in the heat, and lips stained from the red lollipop you were sucking on. he definitely was paying attention to that, but unfortunately that was the least of his worries.
“it’s clear you got a flat tire-“ he’s using his cigarette to point around the car, “and probably a dead battery.”
“can you please fix it, sir?” your voice is painted with nothing but southern sweetness ‘sir’ is gonna replay in his head forever. “you can call me eddie.” if he didn’t stop you now, the two of you would be breaking a sweat in the backseat. not that you’d complain.
“eddie can you please help, papa is waiting at home for me.” you plead, he can’t help but think of other ways those pretty red-stained lips would plead for him. he takes a puff of his cigarette with a nod, “y’gonna have to help me push this to the garbage, doll.” you nod coming up next to him, behind the car in an attempt to push it further down the road.
he can’t help but stare when you bend over, how your overalls cling in a way that he can see the cup of your ass. so tempting, but again not his priority. so the two of you try your best to make it to his garage.
“here should be about good enough.” y’all finally bring the silver truck to a pause, stopping at eddie’s heated garage. as if it wasn’t already hot enough. you lean against your hot truck, the heat stinging your already warm flesh. you watch as he struts towards his tools and equipment, you can’t help but giggle at the sight of his ass. you like the way it looks.
“what’re you over there gigglin’ about?” his smirk is mimicking yours, digging in his dirty toolbox for the proper items. you shake your head, the slick sucking sound of your lollipop makes his stomach clench.
“m’not gigglin’ at anything sir.” you shrug, feet kicking against the dirt.
“eddie.” he quickly corrects, earning yet another chuckle from you.
he comes towards you with a few metal tools and something that looks like a box with two clipping cords. you think it’s jumper cables but what do you know. you should know these things, but you could care less as long as there’s someone else to do it for you. you notice his muscles slightly flex as he lifts the hood of the car and begins working on it. your heavy stare is making him nervous, making it harder to focus on the task at hand.
attempting to break the silence he finally speaks up, “so what’re you doin’ around these parts lil’ lady?”
“nothin’ was runnin’ some errands for daddy n’ got lost.”
he hums, using the hood rod to prop it up in place. he’s looking over at you, this time it’s his time to stare. “like what you see googly eyes?”
“do you have a way of paying for this?”
you shake your head.
“don’t have anymore of daddy’s money left?”
“no sir.” you’re closing the space between the two of you, now bumping arms. you watch how his adam’s apple bobs before looking at his full lips. you’re still sucking on your lollipop, he swallows at your cheeks hallowing around the sweet candy. eventually you neglect the tasty treat for his bitter cigarette. giving him eye contact as you pull it from his lips before taking a heavy drag.
“there’s gotta be another way i could pay right?” you’re batting your lashes, pressing your jean clad chest to his arm. that’s when he realizes you weren’t wearing anything beneath the overalls. “give me a moment on your truck, and i’ll get to your payment as quick as possible.” you flash him a sweet smile before taking a space back in your previous spot.
some time has past, the sun is already started to set. not that it was super bright when you arrived anyways. you’re nothin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, and you both notice the lingering stares at each other. you’re ogling at his glistening arms, he’s peaking at the bead of sweat running from your neck and down the hidden valley between your breasts. you’ve finished his cigarette and your lollipop by now, sat on a crate you’re now looking up at him waiting to give your exchange. giving him big doe eyes, a visual of a similar position he might see really soon.
“so you from around here at all?” you finally chirp. at first he blinks down at you with a lost expression. the way you were sat did give his perverted brain all the privilege to wander. getting a good view of everything.
“no ma’am. from the city.” you nod telling him you figured he was, due to his accent. the heavy sound of a lid dropping makes you perk up, indicating that the job was finally done. and you could finally let out your frustrations. you step forward towards eddie, closing the gap between the two of you, chest to chest.
without warning, you’re palming him through his jeans. the heaviness from his hard on makes your hand curve around it. “i knew it.” eddie is taken by surprise, didn’t think a little lady like you would be so forward, be so bold. “woah now lil’ lady. y’don’t waste any time do you?”
“nope.” you pop the ‘p’ before bringing both your hands around his neck, “y’gunna let me pay you or what?”
he puts his arms up in defense, “be my guest.” you give him that same sugary sweet smile from earlier, getting on your tippy toes to place as kiss beneath his jaw. then his neck, then back to his cheek. eddie’s eyes are closed, hands gripping the side of the vehicle to steady himself. all the pinned up tension is slowly releasing itself with each wet kiss you place.
“i bet you wanna kiss me don’t you.” your hot breath heats the side of his neck, lips brushing against the pale skin. he opens his eyes again to look down at you before placing an unaimed kiss on your lips. the both of you moan into each other, this sudden rush of desperation getting stronger and stronger by the minute. he's drinking down any moan or whimper you let out greedily.
your brings your manicured hands over his shoulders and down his chest, lowering yourself as you glide down his frame. he has quite the muscle to be so skinny, you thought.
you’re now leveled with this crotch, dick fighting against his dark pair of jeans. you decide to give it some relief by unzipping his pants. the small sigh from him doesn’t go unnoticed by you when you start paling him again. but this time through his thin boxers.
“don’t wanna take too long. don’t want daddy coming and looking for me.” you give him a fake pout, hands reaching for the waistband of his underwear to finally pull him down. eddie winces at the way his painfully hard cock springs against his belly.
you hum greedily, finally placing your hands around his shaft. you give him a squeeze or two, spitting on your hand for lube. the sloshing sound of your spit slicking around his dick has him rolling his eyes back. “haven’t gotten any head since i moved here.” he pathetically admits.
“well today is your lucky day isn’t it?” without warning, you’re wrapping your lips around his pink tip, tongue swirling around and prodding at his hole. you can smell his musk, can smell his arousal and it’s intoxicating. all it does is egg you on to take him in deeper. earning a wobbly whimper from him, he’s now patting your hair with his ring clad hands, stroking your hair until both hands are wrapping around your braids.
he holds you still, stopping your from bobbing your head around his length. his paste starts off slow as he starts bucking his hips towards you face. you try your best to open your mouth as wide as you can, and to loosen you throat up for him. regardless of your attempts, he can feel your throat spasm against his thickness. hitting the back of your throat the quicker he goes, brain fuzzy as he lets out moan after moan. the sounds coming from the two of you are lewd, thank god no one lives around these parts cause it’s be painfully obvious what the two of you were up too.
the sounds of you gagging around his shaft, your spit frothing a ring around his cock and your mouth, his lewd whimpering as his mushy tip hits the back of your throat repeatedly. it’s complete filth.
“you’re like a fucking wet dream come to life.” he groans through his teeth, trying his hardest not to spew his warm cum down your throat. as delicious as that sounds, he’s gotta be inside you. he’s gotta see what that pretty ol’ cunt of yours looks like.
after a few more bobs, he pulls you off his cock by your braids, a lewd squelching sound echoing as he pulls himself from your throat. globs of saliva connecting you two together before dribbling off his tip and thudding onto the ground. you knees are sore against the gravel, ground scratching and stinging at your delicate skin.
you finally stand up, brushing the dirt and gravel off of your bruised knees. he’s already peeling your overalls off your shoulders, jean fabric tickling you as he slowly slides it down your arms. eddie’s leaning down to place a kiss at the junction between your shoulder and neck, then a kiss on your collar bones. “i need to be inside you, sweetheart.” his tone is desperate, wet lips grazing your skin as he speaks. “cumming inside of you would be the ultimate payment. what’d you think?”
you arch towards him when he takes one of your sore nipples between his thumb and index, head rolling back when you hum in agreement. after pinching and pulling for a bit, he finally crouches down to take a nipple in his mouth. mimicking what you did earlier, he sucks at the nub, swirling his tongue around it. eventually he pulls off it with a ‘pop’, admiring the now swollen nipple.
he peels the overalls down further, exposing more of your bare stomach. he’s grazing his fingers across your body, and your soaking him all in. your open your eyes to look around occasionally, but you’re both sure no one’s creeping around here now that the day is winding down.
“don’t forget about daddy.” you whine in his hair. the sound of his dark chuckle goes straight to your buzzing pussy. it’s like your whole body is on fire. “daddy will be fine. you’re a big girl hmm?” it’s you’re turn to smile this time. you could care less about arriving home at your fathers preferred curfew. eddie’s right, you are grown, handling grown folks business. and the most you’d get is a lecture and a shitty chore anyways, mind as well enjoy your fun.
your overalls are completely off by now, jeans pooling at your ankles like eddie’s once was. you giggle at the fact that his dick has just been dangling this whole time. but that smile quickly contorts your an open mouth moan, when he places his hand flat against your mound, underwear creating a addictive friction against your clit. he’s slowly running circles through your panties, satisfied with the way your rut your hips against his hand. filthy with the way you fuck yourself on his palm.
he’s close, mouth grazing the shell of your ear, “pull em’ down for me, doll.” there’s that smile again when your turn around on the balls of your feet. bending over as your wiggle yourself out of your panties. his lip trapped beneath his teeth as he watches you.
fucking minx.
when you finally kick them off, you help when you feel his large hands pull at your hips. swinging your around to push you up against your car, gasping at the way your erect nipples press against the now cold car door. he’s grunting on the back of your neck when he rushes to kick your foot up, wasting no time to finally slip himself inside of your sopping hole. a sigh of relief come out the both of you, felt like you’ve been waiting for this moment forever. he’s grabbing you by your chin, back not pressed to his chest so he can get a good look at you. you’re in pure bliss, you choke and pant with a slack jaw as his speed quickens. sobbing when he brings his free hand to rub circles along your sore clit. your body is completely out of your control with the way you’re rutting against him. the sounds of your bodies slapping against each other is egging the two of you on.
“jesus fucking— fuck.” it’s like he’s knocking the wind out of you, and he’s not even going that hard. that’s just how horny you are. he’s giving you everything you need and more. the boys that usually linger around here aren’t this good. maybe you should find city boys more often.
a certain buck of his hips has you going silent, pleasure too overwhelming to make a sound, just him moaning, and your ass slapping against his pelvis. his chin is hooked over your shoulder, “please tell me you’re close, doll. i can’t hold out much longer.”
your clit is aching, walls pulsating around his shaft, jaw slack with empty moans, eyes rolls back so hard it hurts, your lips are swollen from all the biting, you’re a filthy mess. you can feel it bubbling in the pit of your stomach, and just the right rut of his skilled hips makes you snap. a spew of incoherent whines come falling out of your tongue, saying anything that pops in that cock drunk kind of yours. your body is exhausted, now going limp as he’s still fucking you to reach his high. the sob at the overstimulation of your cunt.
you whine a small “shit.” when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, using that as the only way of grounding himself as he fills you to the brim. hot streams of his cum filling right inside of you, panting you hold onto your truck trying to keep yourself up. you’re both tired and sweaty, hot pants against each other’s skin as he holds you closer.
there’s a shlicking sound as he pulls out of you, beads of his cum falling right after. what a sight to see.
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cockslutpadalecki · 2 years
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F.R.I.E.N.D.S
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Summary: You’ve told Steve you’re not interested a hundred times, but he still won’t take no for an answer.
Characters: Dark!Best!Friend!Steve x F!Reader.
Words: 2.2K.
Warnings: non-con/dub-con, gaslighting, explicit sexual content, nipple sucking, female masturbation, forearm choking, forced/unwanted orgasm, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), cream pie, 18+.
A/N: Inspired by song of the same name by Marshmello Ft. Anne-Marie. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine.
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You don’t know what wakes you, but as you lay in the darkness listening to the light pitter-patter of rain on your window, you finally hear it. At first you think it’s your mind playing tricks on you in the blanket of night, ears distorting at the sound of the rain getting heavier and then easing off, but there is no mistaking the soft knocks.
First two, then three until it’s coming in patterns too fast for you to count.
You sit up with a huff, your stomach sinking instantly as your eyes note the time glaring from your alarm clock.
2AM.
Anybody else would be confused and scared at the noise coming from downstairs at this ungodly hour, but you would bet your entire life savings that you know who is on the other side of the door before you even open it.
You get out of bed, and grab your robe hanging on the back of the door, tying a knot around your waist as you start to make your way downstairs.
The knocking is still persistent— a mixture of soft and hard, an indication of the late night visitor’s waning patience. The pettiness in you wants to go back to bed and pop in some earbuds, but you know that ignoring them does nothing as a deterrent. If anything, it just entices them to be more forceful with their knocks, shaking the walls until you lose your temper and end up downstairs anyway.
Reaching the front door, the chill seeping in from outside tickles at your bare feet and you silently curse for not putting your fluffy slippers on.
The knocks are full side-on fist thumps now— loud and angry thuds that make your ears ache. You pull the door toward you, and a rush of cold wet air slaps across your cheeks as your eyes land on who you expect. 
You let out a frustrated sigh. “Not again, Steve.”
“Finally,” he smiles. “What were ya doing? Sleeping?” he adds with a drunken laugh.
You don’t find it funny. “Go home, Steve.”
A stray raindrop falls from the tip of his nose and onto his plump pink lips as his sapphire eyes gleam at you beneath the porch light. He’s soaked to the bone from the downpour, but the way he looks at you, you know he doesn’t care about his sodden clothes. Not now you’ve opened the door. To him, this must mean progress.
Steve tries to step inside but you block the doorway. “You're not gonna let me in?”
“You need to sleep off all that whiskey,” you tell him, bringing a hand up to waft away the stench of it rolling off his breath.
“How about,” he steps closer, lowering his voice to a whisper, “I sleep in your bed with you?”
“We’re not ten years old any more.”
Steve rolls his eyes with a light huff. “Why you being like this?”
“Because I don’t appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night,” you snap.
“I don’t mean like that,” he tuts. “I mean, like, not willing to even try and make us work.” He looks sad for a moment, and a part of you feels bad for him but it quickly passes. You’re sick of this conversation and the constant repetition that gets you nowhere.
“I’ve told you, I don’t like you the same way you like me,” you explain a little too kindly than he deserves. “You’re like a brother to me.”
He rolls his eyes again. “Not all that brother shit again.”
“Haven’t I made it clear that I’m not interested, Steve? We’re just friends.”
“But I love you,” he professes with a little whine, flashing you a pout.
“Look, I’m done being polite now,” you snip sharply. “Please leave me the fuck alone before I call the cops and tell them you’re harassing me.”
“Harassing you?” he scoffs. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not doing anything of the sort.”
“How many times have we been here before? Five, six thousand?” you question him. “Always turning up drunk in the middle of the night, talking all this shit about us being together and how I’m made for you? It’s insane. You look insane.”
He moves a little closer and you suddenly feel intimidated by the sheer size of him towering over you.
“Don’t look at me like that, Steve, it’s not going to work,” you warn, taking a step back but his arm reaches out and grabs your bicep before you can get away. “Ow, that hurts.”
His features twist and sour— his usual soft, saccharine stare morphing into something much more frightening.
Steve marches forward, dragging you along the carpet with him. You have no choice but to scramble backward, struggling to break free, your footsteps barely meeting the ground as he forces his way into the house. Just as you try to scream, the door slams shut and his spare hand clamps over your mouth, ssh-ing you in the process as your back meets the wall with a hard thud. You stare up at him with wide tear-filled eyes. His grip around your arm loosens and it quickly moves between your bodies, tugging and pulling at your robe. You struggle against him but the weight of his body on yours prevents you from being able to push him away. 
“Steve, please,” you plead behind his clammy palm but it merely comes out as a muffled sound. Cold air swirls around your midriff as he gets your robe open, the chill of his wet clothes saturating your thin cotton shorts and tank top. His weight lifts for a split second, just enough to push your robe out of the way and then it returns, his hand flattening against the front of your shorts. Tears are hot on your skin as they spill over your lashes, feeling his fingers curl against your pussy and cup it tight.
Your whimper absorbs straight into the skin of Steve’s palm and what’s left of it sounds like a low hum, like you’re enjoying it. But you’re not. He smiles down at you as he removes his hand slowly, not even bothering to threaten you to keep quiet. 
“I wanna hear you moan for me,” he tells you, giving you the affirmation you’ve been waiting for. His fingers are warm when he touches your now exposed cunt, your shorts tucked awkwardly into the crease of your thigh, and you can’t help when your body reacts without your permission. Steve leans in, kissing you hard, his tongue uncomfortably warm against yours. Water drips onto your face as the kiss continues, running down your cheeks until they blot against the swell of your tits through your vest.
You shake in his hold when he traces a finger over your clit which is slowly met by a second as they move down, strumming across your pussy lips. You’re horrified when you feel wetness gathering on his fingertips— a sticky warmth that cools the further it strays from your entrance and up to circle your clit. He gives the throbbing bead a little rub and back down again to repeat the process. 
He moves his lips in a damp trail down your neck, nipping and nuzzling the skin, each kiss being accompanied by satisfied little moans. As he reaches the curve of your chest, he uses his free hand to pull down your top, exposing one of your breasts to him. His mouth quickly attaches to your nipple, suckling at the pebbling bud with loud, wet pops of his lips when he lets it go. 
You don’t want to give Steve the satisfaction of crying out, instead biting down on your lower lip to stifle the whine that’s threatening to escape. You can taste copper on the tip of your tongue when he finally pushes a finger inside you, followed quickly by the other, working you open just enough until he’s spinning you round on the spot and pushing you flat against the wall. 
“I wanted to take my time with you,” he grits out in your ear, “but I can’t wait. I just need to be inside you.” 
“No, please don’t!” You squirm against the wall in a bid to prevent him access, but Steve places his forearm into the nape of your neck, pinning you to the spot. He fumbles briefly behind you and before you know it, he’s running the dome of his warm cock through your wet pussy lips. You attempt to plead once more but your words are cut off by Steve entering you sharply. A squeak tumbles from your lips and you hear him laugh deeply into your ear, followed by a heavy sigh. 
“God, you feel like silk.” 
You cry into the wall as he retreats, teasing out of you one inch at a time and your body betrays you when it pathetically clenches around the emptiness he leaves in his wake. You feel hollow and bereft, hating the way you quietly beg inside your head to feel him stretching you out again. He answers your silent request, easing back inside you until he’s buried up to the hilt.
The hard lines of his hips press firm against your ass before he’s pulling out and slamming his way home with a loud hiss interspersed with a grunt. It hurts the way he fucks you— merciless and rough, the wet slaps of your cunt making your cheeks heat with shame. 
“Look at you lettin’ me in, just like I knew you would,” Steve huffs deeply in your ear in the midst of a hard thrust. “Do I still feel like a brother to you now? Would a brother fuck you this good, huh?”
“You’re sick,” you croak, voice breaking off into a moan.
He laughs, moving his arm from the back of your neck and hurriedly slips it around your throat, forcing your head backwards. The new position involuntarily manipulates your back to arch as your ass pushes against Steve’s pelvis, making his cock slip further into the depths of your fucked-out pussy.
Heat curdles your stomach as the familiar wave of bliss begins to tighten in your core. You try to think of mundane things— the stack of dishes still in the sink, the mountain of laundry you promised you’d do two days ago, the bills waiting to be paid tomorrow— and for a brief moment, it seems to help until the weight of Steve’s thrusts cut through the banality of your thoughts, and all you can think about is the rising warmth in your pussy along with the ripples of delight that are threatening to consume you.
Dishes, laundry, bills, dishes, laund—
You fold like a stack of cards as the orgasm you’ve been trying to hold off washes over you, and Steve’s constant praise becomes the distorted soundtrack to your rhapsody. 
“Oh that’s my good girl,” he mutters into your hairline. “Coming so hard for me.”
Steve kisses your temple, teeth grazing your skin as a litany of sudden apologies and pathetic excuses are breathed against your cheek. “I’m so sorry, but you’re doing so well. I couldn’t help myself, I just love you so much. I promise I’ll pull out, but you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Oh fuck, I can’t stop.”
Terror fills your chest as realisation hits and you thrash around, hands pushing against his hips to try and get him to pull out but it’s too late— Steve is coming inside you, hot and impossibly deep. 
Tears warm your skin as they trickle down your face, disgust rife in your veins as you feel his cum dribbling out around his still rock-hard erection. He releases his hold from around your neck and your head slumps back against the wall, your wet cheek sore as the plaster aggravates the tenderness of your raw skin. 
He invades your personal space yet again, kissing his way down to the juncture of your neck as he pulls out, the heat of his cock leaving you cold and empty. You hear and feel him tuck himself away before he’s encouraging you to turn around and face him. His cheeks are red from the exertion and his hair is no longer dripping from the rain, but damp blonde strands hang into his cerulean eyes. Steve no longer looks like the man you once considered a best friend, but a complete stranger. A man you’ve never met before. A monster hiding in plain sight.
“C’mon, how about we go upstairs and share the bed like we used to?” he asks you, voice soothing and kind as his eyes twinkle with innuendo. Steve strokes his knuckles down your cheek and the fragile, affectionate way he comforts you is somehow more terrifying than the brutal way he just raped you. 
With a solemn nod, you agree, not having any fight left in you to say no.
“That’s my girl,” he says, looping his arm around your neck to guide you toward the stairs. “I promise I’ll make us pancakes in the morning.” The familiar and sweet kiss he delivers to your temple seems so casual. It holds the same sentiment of the thousand kisses you’ve placed on his head, the one that used to tell him you were just friends. It was a charitable kiss you felt you had to give to keep him in your good books, but now you’re not so sure that's a good place to be.
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vitchimage · 1 year
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—My love, we’ll be ok now
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Summary: Part II of “You left a piece of you in me”, you’ve given birth to your child and it was only a matter of time before you heal and meet him again in after life.
Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x AFAB!Reader
Theme: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, happy ending (?)
Type: Fic / Oneshot
Warning: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!, Blood mention, Mention of suicidal thoughts and depression, slight spoiler for the og COD MW
A/N: for anyone who wants to, these parts can be read separately.
PT I
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It wasn’t easy without him. Trying to move on but your heart wasn’t able to. Starting to look for him in every glimpse of person that took an interest in you but to no avail.
So you decided to stop and accept you can’t love anybody than him. Your heart was his and it stopped when his did.
Heartless and filled with void to your chest.
Every night you would kiss your wedding ring, as a comfort. But it only broke you more.
Many times you thought about giving up, maybe you would see him in death if you see him in your dreams, causing restless nights.
But you couldn’t. You couldn’t for the little one you’ve birthed.
And even when the heavy depression came after the birth, you wanted to be strong for your child.
The child that reminded so much of your other half, your beloved.
Every night, holding onto the crib in despair as they slept soundly.
“I need you Simon..” you would whisper, almost on the verge of giving up. But not yet, just not yet.
Price and Soap would ocean visit to check on you and your child.
And slowly you started to heal, even though you it hurts to wake up to an empty bed knowing he won’t come back.
You felt a tad bit better, slowly moving on in life just for your little one.
Wearing Simon’s dog tag around your neck, and still wearing the ring, you felt better.
It was like he was here with you. Easing your pain.
Days, months progressed and everything was so peaceful, until the storm came.
When the house got raided by bunch of soldiers.
You locked the door to your child’s bedroom, hiding them in the closet, so they wouldn’t find them. Or at least use time to find them which means that your child could be saved if Price and Soap was fast enough to get here.
You heard heavy footsteps and yelling coming closer, and in a second the door falls to the floor with a loud thud. Making your child cry at the sudden noise.
Luckily the sound goes deafen as they start yelling, their guns pointed at you.
You held onto the dog tag, giving it a quick kiss, as you threw a knife Simon had gifted you long prior for self-defense.
It hits the commander in the eye, making him fall a tad bit back.
Instantly shot down you felt your body go limp, bleeding out as they started to search for your child.
You felt tears in the corner of your eyes, praying they won’t find your little one, who was crying behind the closet.
And they hear it , walking towards the closet slowly, but you grab the man’s feet to hold him down with much strength you could.
And you’re able to trip him, the gun landing beside you. Taking the opportunity before anyone could react you take the gun shooting them down.
4 men down, and you hear more steps coming accompanied with gunshots.
Your breath became shallow and your vision was darkening.
You see a familiar figure calling out your name, rushing toward you.
Price.
But where was Soap?
“Shit! Stay with me!”
“John..” it came out so weakly, as the strength leaves your body and the gun drops from the grip.
“Don’t say anything more, save your energy! I’m getting-“
“John…the baby…our child..”
Our child, it slipped out. You were meant to to say ‘mine’ but Simon was on your mind. It was after all his child as well.
‘Simon…’ you wondered if you could get to see him now.
John looks around frantic, opening the closet as he hears their cry.
He takes them in their arms handing them to you, as he sets you up against the wall.
Price runs off to get some help, maybe finding a med kit, anything that could help with the wounds.
“Our baby…mama and papa loves you.” You cradle it trying to comfort it as they cry,
“We’ll always be with you..”
You tried to fight the urge to close your eyes. Trying to stay alive as much as it hurt.
For the little one in your arms that stopped crying and smiling at you.
You weakly take off the dog tag and puts it around your child, smiling as tears slips along with your consciousness.
Price came back, a box in his hand which you guess was the first aid kit.
“Stay with me, Y/N.” He takes out the bandages and the alcohol, “I’m not loosing another!”
“Soap is dead?” You asked weakly, it clicked when he said that.
Price is silent for a moment, “Yes.”
“I’m sorry..”
“Don’t be, think about staying alive.”
You let out a breath. Which you thought it was the last.
Everything was telling you to let go. Your eyes drooping.
“HEY!HEY!” Price shakes you, to keep you awake.
You grab his arm to stop him, determination in your eyes.
“Take care…of them, protect our child. Tell them the hero their dad was, tell them..tell them we loved them. And we always will.”
Price drops his dead in defeat, taking your child in his arms as silence filled the room until he lets out a shaky breath.
“Ok..ok..I will, so..” Price whispers, his form trembling.
“I’m sorry..”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
Was all you said before slipping away, but you felt peaceful knowing your child would be ok and safe. And that was all it mattered.
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There is a voice calling for you.
‘Let go’
‘I’ve got you,’ was what they say so gently.
The voice was so familiar, and you do, letting go and fluttering your eyes open.
Breathing was easy now, it felt so fresh.
You didn’t feel tired either, and a familiar warmth was stroking your hair.
‘What…?’ Adjusting to the bright, your eyes was met with a pair of brown ones. Looking so softly and gently at you.
The eyes you’ve always loved to look at.
Widening at the familiar face, you sat up straight noticing your head had been resting on his lap.
He wasn’t wearing his usual skulled mask or balaclava. Every scars that was once there was healed and gone.
“Simon!” You cry out, tears spilling as you held him tightly.
He holds you, “You did so well,”
“I’m so proud of you..”
Sobs escape through your lips, your teeth gritting as you took those words in.
“I’ve missed you..god it was..” you whispered.
“I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere..”
You pulled away as he wipes your tears.
He was here..
The wind blows past you both, clear sky, green grass filled with flowers. You took in his beautiful features, stroking them.
Your heart was whole again, at ease.
“They will be ok, our child will be ok.” Simon reassures you.
“I know,” you leaned your forehead against his.
Closing your eyes, taking in for a moment.
He was here, he was here with you.
And you couldn’t be any happier.
It was the first time in awhile your heart felt whole again, beating against his.
You kiss his lips that you’ve missed dearly, so passionately, before proceeding kissing his whole face.
He chuckles and god knows how much you’ve missed that, his little smile his laughs…
His voice, his presence. Just him.
“I love you, Simon Riley..”
“I love you too, Y/N. I’m glad I met you – you’ve made me the happiest man alive and even after death...”
“I could say the same to you, sir.” You smile, giggling.
Simon just smiles at that, and you could tell how he missed that. Missed being with you —
Missed you. Like you missed him.
He suddenly stands up, picking you up in a bridal style, “Let’s go home.”
“Yeah..” you spoke in a gentle tone, your arms wrapping around his neck.
You take in the beautiful scenery.
Your eyes landing upon a white door and he notices it, looking at you.
And instantly you knew.
That white lighted door was back to the reality, to life. It meant if you went through you would be alive again, survive the wounds you’ve supposedly succumbed to.
A moment and he gives a soft smile walking towards it, but you shake your head.
“Where are you going? The house is right there,” You point out to the small little cottage both you and Simon had dreamed off and talked about all the years you were alive. Even close to purchasing it before he died.
“You don’t want to go back?”
“No, I want to be with you.” You kiss his lips, “There is no place I’d rather be than to be with you, besides our little one will be ok,”
“We’ll be ok..”
“Yeah..” he whispers against your lips, looking at you so lovely.
“Let’s go home, love.” You placed your thumb in the corner of his lips, stroking it ever so gently.
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espressorry · 11 months
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somebody else
our love has gone cold, you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else
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The pictures had destroyed you.
The breakup had been messy. Tears streaming down both of your faces as you had screamed at each other until throats turned raw, all emotion sucked out of you. Between the touring, the rumor mill, the hateful comments on the internet, and his unwillingness to be fully vulnerable with you, it had all grown to be too much. You loved him so much, more than the whole world, and all you ever asked for was him - but that was too much to ask sometimes. 
So to see him out with a beautiful blonde girl on his arm, leaving the yoga studio you two frequented - and you now avoided for fear of running into him - it destroyed you. A mutual friend gave you the heads up to avoid social media, but you, of course, had to seek it out to cause even more pain to your already shredded heart. 
You hated to think about him with somebody else - anybody else. Even if your relationship had gone cold towards the end - the spark and ultimately lively flame that fueled your relationship had gone out - you couldn’t bear to think that  he had found somebody else already. 
Your shaking hands closed out of Instagram before you could do any more damage to your already bruised ego, and before you could think better of it, you were opening your messages to your text thread with him. Tears were coming out of your eyes before you could control it as you read through his last message to you, telling you he still loved you and that he wanted to make this work.  His promises meant nothing after the past several months of them ultimately being empty. 
Before you could stop yourself, you were typing out a message to him.
So, is that it then? You’ve moved on? 
Send. You threw your phone across the bed and slammed your face into the pillow. Fuck breakups. Fuck him for making you feel like this. The more time went on, the more you began to feel regret creeping into your mind for sending it. He’s moving on, you should be too. 
Your phone buzzes to indicate an incoming call, and low and behold, it’s him. You debate declining the call. You should decline the call. It would be easier if you didn’t hear his voice. 
“Hello?”
“Y/N.”
“Harry.”
“So you saw the pictures, then?”
“Of course I saw them. They’re all over the internet. Not like you were trying to be subtle.”
“Would you believe me if I said that we were friends?”
Your breath caught in your throat as you felt tears welling up in your eyes again. You wanted to believe what he was saying but you didn’t know how anymore. “I don’t know, Harry.”
He sighed into the other end of the phone, and you hear a sniffle echo through the receiver. “I didn’t think so. I deserve that,” he says with a wet chuckle. 
You stay silent, knowing that he doesn’t need to hear your confirmation of his thoughts. 
“Listen. I know this was my fault. You think I don’t know that? God, Y/N, you were everything good that ever happened to me and I don’t know how I fucked it up. I swear to you, if you just give me one more chance, you won’t regret it.”
You sigh up at the ceiling, swallowing down the lump in your throat. “You say that, but I just don’t know how to believe you anymore. I trusted you so much. I loved you so much. Do you know how it feels to have the one person you love more than anything else let you down over and over again?”
You can hear as he chokes out a sob and tries, fails, to contain it. “I know. I know that and I am - fuck, I am so sorry. Please. Please. I can’t do this without you.”
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4ngeldusstt · 1 year
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B E A R A B L E
A/n: some levi angst/fluff cute situation thing, hope you like it!! <3
Warnings: swearing
Word count: 570
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“Don’t you dare get yourself killed, you hear me y/n?” He stated as I felt his fingers firmly holding the soft skin of either sides of my jaw, not allowing me to look away from those grey eyes that I so much adored looking at me filled with emotions, worry, anger, fear and… mostly love.
“I won’t, remember that I was trained by the best.” A cocky smirk appearing on your lips as you attempted to get loose from his grasp. He was not having your brattiness in a moment like this, he was dead serious. His hand sternly moving your head once again, so you had no other choice than to face him. “Even the best can get eaten by one of those fuckers, you are not invincible don’t forget that. You’ll be on my team, the decision is final, that way I can keep an eye on you, you fucking hear me?” His harsh tone could make anybody quiver in fear, but you knew him well enough to know that was his way of showing you his worry, the thought alone of you being not even killed but hurt by a titan was enough to set the spark of rage on his system.
When the Special Operations Squad was all set and already waiting in formation, expectant as we all watched the big door that separated the only thing we all ever knew and our safety from the dangerous world filled with titans slowly opening, your eyes quickly searching for Levi’s, when you found them you realized he was also looking for you, sharing a look filled to the brim with unconditional raw love he gave you a nod of reassurance calming any nerves you could have “I got you.” you heard him say so confidently that made you believe for a split second that you were in fact, invincible. “I know, and I got you.” You said back to him. “I know.” He smiled gently at you, that sight was everything you needed to make you want, no, need to stay alive more than ever before. So you could get to see that beautiful smile, that he only gifted to you, every single day for the rest of your life.
The voice of captain Erwin echoed through the air, letting us all know that it was time to exit the walls and giving start to the mission. No matter how many times you went out on expeditions, you never got used to it. But having Levi by your side made it all a little more bearable.
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