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sidemari · 3 years

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could you do tohma, kazuha, albedo and childes reaction to their s/o being really sore the day after :)

You wake up sore after fun activities~ ❤️

Pairings: Albedo, Kazuha, Childe and Tohma [separately] x GN!Reader

Warnings: Suggetive theme, so I put it under the cut. There isn't anything graphic, but if you feel uncomfortable with something that's said between the lines, don't read it. Every action of the characters is consensual.

Author's note: Hi dear anon, I hope you like this work. Enjoy and ignore any possible mistakes.

Albedo 📚

Your boyfriend Albedo woke you up by cuddling you hardly against his body. You already whimpered in pain with that action of his, but he started hovering his hand through your nude body, squeezing the flesh of some parts, making you uncomfortable.

"I think a good morning sex would be great, dollface. How that sounds?"

Since when did the alchemist got a sex drive that high? (Albedo just looks aloof but I headcanon him as someone who really enjoys having sex and all lol...)

"Albedo, you're squeezing me s-so much" A tear slipped from your eye as you felt ashamed you weren't able to satisfy him that morning.

"I'm not really in the mood now, love... I-"

"Your voice is strange, is something the matter, (Name)?" Albedo cleaned your tear.

"I'm fine... My... My body just hurts a little from yesterday"

Then he remembered last night's event.

"Oh... I'm so sorry, darling. I should have been more delicate with you. Please, forgive me"

"No 'Bedo, I loved every single part from yesterday, it's just I'm still really sensitive. We went through that for hours straight, I'm exhausted"

Albedo kissed your hair, bringing your body closer to his chest as you admired the little diamond shape thing he had on his neck.

"I'm sorry 'Bedo, I would love to-"

"Shush, it's alright. There's nothing wrong about it. I'll make a potion to help you with the pain and I will run a hot bath for you so you can clean yourself from yesterday and relax" Albedo's thumb caressed your cheek. "Please, don't do anything today... You don't even have to help me on my lab. I just want you to recover from our little session, okay sweetheart?"

"Sounds good. Thank you 'Bedo... You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for"

Kazuha 🍁

You had just woken up, your body still above your boyfriend's. You managed to get up and sit on his lap, but you gasped in pain. Every single inch of your body hurted and was so sensitive you could almost cry if him didn't touch you with delicacy.

When Kazuha heard that whine, he felt sick to his stomach. He had been rough with you the last night, since you asked him to do so, but even so he felt terrible about how sore you had woken up.

"I'm sorry, (Name). I think I didn't respect your limits"

"No, no, no... Hey, Kazuha, look at me" You used your fingers to bring his face upwards so you could kiss him on the lips.

"I asked you to be rougher on me this time. It's completely normal that my body's hurting right now"

"Aren't you mad at me?" He asked shyly.

"Oh baby, how could I ever be mad at you for doing what I asked? Please, don't feel guilty about it. I even want to repeat that often"

Kazuha was still a little bit ashamed, but you caressed his white hair with love.

"Promise me you won't ever feel bad again if I wake up sore, alright? It just means you did a great job, okay my love?"

"Hmhm..." He pulled you for another kiss.

Childe 🌊

You were in a bad illuminated room in your boyfriend's house, your body hurting like crazy.

Yesterday was his birthday and after some glasses of wine, you guys decided to have some fun in your bedroom.

What you didn't expect was that you'd wake up so sore the next day.

Perhaps Childe had been too rough on you?

You sure enjoyed every single second of what you guys did last night, but you couldn't help but curse the pain you were feeling in your own mind.

You tried getting up from the bed to brush your teeth, take a bath and get ready for the day, since yesterday you fell asleep in pure exhaustion, but when you got up, you winced in pain.

Trying your very best to control your breath and whimpers, you started limping towards the bathroom right before hearing Childe's hoarse voice due to just getting awake calling for you:

"(Name)...? Are you alright? I thought I heard a small whimper, but I'm not sure. Was it yours?"

You flipped the switch and turned on the lights, gaining a grunt of discomfort from him.

"I'm..." Your eyebrows furrowed in agony. "I'm fine, babe" You returned to your bed limping once again because he had already woken up and your plan of leaving him sleep while you did your morning routine had been ruined by now.

Childe's ocean blue eyes observed your behavior really closely, soon noticing something was off.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, love I just,-" Your line was cut when Ajax pulled your body towards him so he could hold you close. "Argh! Be careful, please" You hold back a moan of pain.

"Oh gods, I made you sore from yesterday, right?"

"Well, kind of... But it's alright I enjoyed it"

"I'll make sure I'll be more careful the next time we have sex, okay sweetheart?" His voice tone was worried.

"I would appreciate it, Ajax" You smiled.

"I will buy some painkillers to you, and I'll prepare a hot water bottle so you can recover quicker, okay?"

"Mhmm..."

"I'm really sorry, babe. But at least you gave me the best gift I've ever received last night"

"Shut up Childe, I can barely walk here"

"You were the one who asked me to go harder yesterday, darling" He joked, kissing your lips.

Tohma 🎋

You had woken up.

Your boyfriend Tohma was still sleeping when you tried to change your position, but you whined in pain.

It was almost like you had had a dreadfully hard workout, your body just wanting to shut down and sleep the rest of the day.

You observed Tohma sleeping, his tummy turned to the mattress, his mouth a little open, his nude body covered by the sheets and his eyebrows a little furrowed. Was he dreaming?

Your stretched your arm to play with his hair while you swallowed another gasp of discomfort. Maybe everything you guys did yesterday was really too much for you.

"(Name)..." He whispered, not opening his eyes yet. "This feels really nice"

You tried to get even closer to him only so you could whimper once again.

"Is something bothering you?" Tohma asked, opening his eyes slightly.

"No Tohma, I'm fine" Your voice was really quiet, of course you weren't feeling well.

He sat down with worry on the bed so he could see you better, and so he saw them.

Tohma saw all the hickeys you were carrying now on your neck, collarbones and chest... They looked really painful.

His heart ached with guilt.

He had gone too far.

Even with you telling him everything he was doing was just fine, he should have at least noticed he was hurting you someway.

"You're sore... Oh archons, I made you sore"

"No, baby, I swear to you I am doing great" Tohma brought one of his hands closer to you, pressing against a random spot from your skin.

"Ouch! That hurts a little" You managed to let out with a hoarse voice.

"Even your voice sounds different... Maybe it was because I made you feel so good under me last night you couldn't help but keep screaming my name~?" He tried to cheer up the spirits.

"Tohma! Y-You're impossible!"

"It's not like you didn't enjoy it" He smiled to you, caressing your hair, while you almost killed him on the spot with your gaze.

"I am kidding, gods... I'll give you a massage so your muscles can relax a little. Also, I have some medicine here in my house, I'll give them to you. We can just cuddle the entire day, if you want. You'll be my personal cinnamon roll today. My duty is to keep my little roll happy and comfy"

Oh Jesus, Tohma is so cuteeee it hurts.

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errythinisblue · 2 years

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If your request are open , can you do one where mason and the reader are in a night out with friends , and she has anxiety, starts shaking her legs and mason notices this and tried to calm her down and pulling her into his lap ☺️

nHi love! I really wanted to thank you for your request, it felt so personal for me and I actually loved writing it. I hope you'll enjoy reading this! <3

"Can you feel me?"

Mason Mount x Y/N

Summary: You're feeling under a lot of pressure because of your finals, and this doesn't get on well with your anxiety. When you throw a birthday party in the mix, that might be too much for you to handle.

Warnings: in this one the reader suffers from anxiety attacks, so please don't read this if it triggers you! Thank you!

January 14th was a special day for Mason, it was his bestfriend’s birthday. And that could only mean one thing: party night.

You and Mason started dating a little less than a year ago, and even if you were determined to go slow at the beginning, he couldn’t really resist the urge he had for you to meet Declan. He was so smitten with you that he introduced you to his bestfriend barely two weeks into your relationship. You knew he was very important to him, and vice versa, and you could easily understand why. Declan was so funny and kind he won you over from the very first time you met him, and so did Lauren, his girlfriend.

Needless to say that he’s the reason why you were now at a club. Declan’s birthday party was going strong, even if you weren’t really feeling like partying at all. You studied all day long, your finals fast approaching and you were feeling so tired and anxious about them, that you didn’t think you had it in you to go out and have fun with your friends. But you knew Mason didn’t want to miss Declan’s birthday, and he wanted you to go with him. So you ended up going out, thinking that it could actually do you some good to take your mind off uni for a night.

You were waiting for your drink at the bar, a rum and coke was just what you needed right now, to just relax a bit and try to actually have fun. As you were standing there, you felt a pair of arms slide around your waist, you knew exactly whose arms were those, as soon as you smelled Mason’s cologne. You smiled at the contact, turning your head to look at his face that was now leaning on your shoulder, and left a kiss on his cheek.

“Hey, I was just on my way back, do you want a drink?” you said in his ear so that he could hear you over the loud music.

“I do,” he told you, ordering a gin and tonic for himself after, “everyone is on the dance floor, do you want to join them?” he asked you, leaving a trail of kisses on your neck.

“Why not?” you turned around in his arms and put your hands on his chest, “I mean we’re here to party after all so, let’s go…” you told him, kissing him on his lips before turning around and grabbing your drinks.

“Thank you,” he told you as you gave him his gin and tonic, “hey wait…” he stopped you by your hand, “I mean it, not only for the drink, but for being here too…I know how stressed you are lately, and-”

“Shh. It’s okay,” you placed your forefinger on his mouth to shush him, “now take me dancing Mase.” you told him before leaving a peck on his lips.

You slowly started sipping on the drink while you were making your way through the crowd, Mason was leading you by the hand, searching for his friends in that multitude of people. Once you found them Mason was quick in pulling you towards him, wanting to keep you close to him as he knew how the alcohol could affect you, especially when you were as tired as tonight.

“Dance with me?” he leaned his head down towards your ear, “they’re to occupied to care if we ignore them for a while.” he added referring to your group of friends, that seemed to be too preoccupied watching Declan’s silly moves to care about you two.

“Are you sure you’re enough of a good dancer?” you teased him, wrapping one of your arms around his neck while you held your almost empty cup with the other.

“Why don’t I show you?” he grinned at you, taking your body even closer to his and starting to move to the rhythm.

As you both started dancing, you finally started to feel the tension leave your body. The alcohol mixed with Mason’s body heat and perfume were the perfect mix to make you feel like you could actually let go of your stress for tonight. When you finished drinking, Mason took the empty cup from your hand and left it on a near table with his own.

“Are you having fun?” he asked you, always worrying about how you were feeling. He knew you struggled with anxiety, and he wanted to make sure that you were alright. He was always so sweet and caring with you that hearing these words leaving his lips even tonight, that was supposed to be about Declan, made your heart swell.

“I am…” you slowly turned around, leaning your back on his chest as you wrapped an arm around his neck to keep him close to you.

“Are you tired? We can go home whenever you want…” he grazed his lips on your earlobe while saying so, and put his hands on your hips.

“I’m okay Mase, really…” you placed your hands above his and gave them a squeeze to reassure him.

Once you saw that everyone was seating at the table Declan booked for tonight, you two decided to make your way back to them. You were seating near Mason, as you all started making small talks.

“How are things going with uni?” Lauren asked you in between things.

“Oh, they’re going pretty well actually…but I’m just so stressed out…I mean I’m so tired…” you rambled.

She continued talking to you but you suddenly couldn’t hear a word she said, and it wasn’t because of the loud music. You suddenly felt like you were in a bubble, you couldn’t hear a sound even with all that noise that was surrounding you. You started to think that you shouldn’t have went out to party when you had a shit ton of things to study at home. You started to feel like your chest was too tight to breathe. And you started to shake.

Your legs were shaking, you could see it with your own eyes. But just as you were looking down you saw Mason hand leaning against the skin of your thigh, and you felt the warmth that his touch was emanating as you raised your eyes to look at him.

His eyebrows were drawn together as he looked at you with his deep brown eyes full of concern and worry, you could see his lips moving slowly, and as you fixed your eyes on his mouth you started to feel a little bit calmer.

“Are you okay now?” you could hear his words faintly as you felt his thumb brushing your thigh.

You slowly nodded your head, still unable to form sentences that actually made sense or to even speak a word.

“Come here…” he took your hands in his and made you sit on his lap, “everything’s okay now, I’m here with you baby. Can you feel me?”

Here it was, the question he always asked you once you calmed down after your anxiety attacks. When he was with you the first time you experienced an anxiety attack, he was panicking. He didn’t know what to do to calm you down and take you out of those thoughts that were trapping you, suffocating you. His mind was running even faster than yours if it was possible, until he thought that maybe if he could make you concentrate on something else you would come back to him. As you were seating in your study, he turned your chair around and kneeled down in front of you, leaning his hands on your shaking thighs. He put his head in your lap and put your hands in his hair, knowing how much you loved to run your fingers through it. After a while, when he felt your hands moving in his hair, he took them in his, and kept them firmly in his own as he whispered to you “I’m here with you baby, can you feel me?”.

As he whispered those words all the noise in your head stopped and the noise that surrounded you reappeared. His voice soothed all those voices that kept ringing in your ears. Just like the first time, Mason was here, saving you from your own thoughts, and keeping you safe in his hold.

You took his hand from your thigh and caressed it, looking at it as you were trying to concentrate on something that wouldn’t let you fall back into that endless spiral of thoughts. You put his hand on your lap, tracing invisible patterns on his palm while he kept his lips pressed to your jaw. You examined it his hand in every detail, from the slightly visible veins on the back of it, to his bitten nails, to the rough skin of his knuckles caused by the cold weather.

As you were back to your own self, you leaned your face onto his lips, silently asking him for more kisses. You felt him smile at that, his lips curving up against your heated skin before they left an infinite amount of loving kisses on your jaw and neck.

“Are you really okay?” he asked you softly as he needed to understand if he interpreted all your signals in the right way.

“I am my love, I can feel you and I don’t need anything else…” you told him, putting your head in the crook of his neck, “I love you.” you whispered sweetly, leaving a kiss above the sweater’s collar.

“I love you more, let’s go home mh?” he told you, leaning his head against your own.

“I want nothing else…” you smiled up at him, as he lowered his lips to yours.

He made you stand up and immediately took you by your hand, never wanting to break the contact between the two of you. Once you said your goodbyes to everyone, you started to make your way out of the club, feeling safe with the only man that could save you from everyone, even from yourself.

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missymurphy1985 · 2 years

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There's Something About Kate (Cillian Murphy X fem!OC) - Part Nine

Warning - smut / bullying

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The school run that Thursday afternoon turned out to be both nerve-wracking and hilarious at the same time. There was a small clique of Sancti-Mommies who were all shooting daggers at him, but another group - ones he recognised from birthday parties Ava had attended - were still smiling at him. One of them even approached him while he waited for Ava and told him they didn't believe a word of the rumours being spread.

"You know, for every shitty comment online, there's a dozen nice ones," Nadine told him with a reassuring smile.

"I didn't see many nice ones this morning," Cillian chuckled.

"Trolls always get their two-pennies worth in before anyone else, trying to sway the opinion. But trust me, there's a lot of support out there for you. And after what you've been through, anyone who denies you even an ounce of happiness is a monster."

The sound of Ava Murphy's voice immediately took his attention away from Nadine before he'd had chance to say thank you.

"LIAR!!! YOU'RE A FILTHY LIAR!!!" She screamed, before shoving a girl in her class so hard she hit the floor. Cillian was there in seconds, grabbing Ava and hauling her away, watching as the girl's mother picked her up off the ground and started shouting at Cillian. Mrs Taylor, Ava's teacher, was on her way over to them.

Cillian could feel Ava shaking in his arms, and shushed her gently. Placing her on the floor and holding her shoulders he ignored the woman's rants and held his daughters stare.

"What's going on, Ava?"

"She's been on me all day Dad, telling me you were seeing Kate behind mum's back! I've ignored her, like you always told me to ignore things like this, but I couldn't take it anymore... I'm sorry!!!" She burst into tears and he scooped her up, her arms around his shoulders as she sobbed into his jacket.

"Ava Murphy, that'll be a detention tomorrow after school!" Mrs Taylor snapped, making Ava cry harder.

"I assume you're delivering the same punishment to that kid, right?" Cillian pointed to the girl on the floor who was sneering at Ava.

"She was the one who was pushed over Mr Murphy!"

"Because she's been teasing Ava all day. There's only so far you can push someone before they snap Mrs Taylor. If you're punishing my daughter - which you have my support on, I don't condone violence - then I want that girl punished for driving her to doing it."

At that, the mother of the girl bounded over in her knee high boots and earrings long enough to reach her shoulders. Bangles jangling so loud the next street could hear them.

"Too busy with your little side piece to raise your daughter properly eh?" She screeched. Cillian felt his blood boil, but suddenly remembered what Kate said - it's fun to wind them up.

"Ah, I see the apple didn't fall far from the tree," Cillian smiled back, and he felt Ava giggle between sobs, still hiding her face so no one else noticed.

"I want that girl expelled!!!" She screamed at Mrs Taylor, who simply rolled her eyes.

"We've had issues with Amelia before though, haven't we Mrs Morgan? Let's talk inside, shall we? Ava, we'll talk tomorrow, okay?" Mrs Taylor squeezed Ava's leg next to Cillian's waist and led this Mrs Morgan and her spawn back into the school building.

"Am I really getting detention, Dad?" Ava asked, still clinging to her Dad as they headed off the school grounds.

"Afraid so kiddo. What have I always taught you about dealing with bullies?"

"Kill them with kindness."

"Correct. And is shoving them onto the floor kind?"

"No..."

"No," he pulled her head out of the crook of his neck and placed her back on the ground. Leaning down to smirk at her. "Pretty impressive shove though."

"Did I hurt her?"

"Nah, she's fine. You, on the other hand..."

Ava winced, waiting to be told she was grounded/going straight to bed...

"We're getting a takeaway tonight, and you're going to have 'food poisoning' tomorrow." He winked.

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Kate could hardly contain her laughter all night at Ava's escapades after school. They'd had their Chinese takeaway, cleaned up, and Ava had fallen asleep on Kate's lap half an hour earlier. Cillian had just come back into the living room after carrying her up to bed.

"She's got her mother's spark, that's for sure," he smiled, setting another bottle of red wine on the table for them.

"She certainly has. She's a great kid, Cill, you've done so well with her."

"She's done as much for me. Couldn't have gotten through it without her. So you mentioned something about a surprise for me?" He raised an eyebrow at her as he sat on the sofa next to her.

"I do. I am now officially on annual leave until Monday afternoon."

He grinned and pulled her body over to his, she rested her head against his as she straddled his lap.

"So I get this beautiful body all to myself... all weekend?"

"Well, I have to go home at some point Cill."

He pondered for a second, before shaking his head, pulling her T-shirt over her head and turning them so she was lying on her back on the couch. His knees parted her legs and he slotted his hips between them.

Cillian's lips pressed against her neck, his fingers stroking circles over her now exposed abdomen and stomach. The way she groaned underneath him was addictive - he could listen to that sound all day. His teeth bit at the flesh on her collarbone, her hands twisting in his hair as her back arched.

"I promised you something that I haven't delivered on yet.." he whispered as he made his way down her body.

"Did you?" She gasped, as his fingers worked on her jeans, slowly undoing the zip and sliding them down her legs.

"I promised to play for longer," his darkened eyes met hers and she had never in her life felt more excited, turned on and equally curious as to what this man had in mind for her...

Her underwear was next to be removed - almost as slowly as her jeans. His lips peppered kisses along the skin on her legs as he travelled down, his fingers lightly tickling over her ankles and toes as the panties were removed.

"I'm gonna need you to be quiet... Ava's room is right above here. You can do that, can't you? Or am I going to have to gag you?" He leaned over her, his eyes watching over her open mouth as he dangled the panties in the air.

"I'll be quiet, I promise," she just about managed between gasps of air. Her spine was tingling so hard she thought it would catch fire.

"We'll see about that," he smirked, tracing his fingers over her soft, wet folds teasingly, her teeth biting into her lip to stop any sound leaving her.

"Stay quiet and you get to cum - deal?"

She nodded, sealing her lips together firmly as he stroked a finger over her clit. Her back arched, and she fought desperately to swallow down the moan in her throat.

"Good girl," he whispered in her ear, sending shocks down her spine. His fingers were torture, teasing over her clit, gradually adding more pressure. His body moved back down hers, until he was knelt between her outstretched legs his fingers still trailing circles over her folds. His eyes watching her pussy contract and leak over his sofa, his breath fanning over her like a gentle breeze.

He continued the rhythmic circling on her clit with his thumb, kissing her inner thighs. Occasional little bites on the flesh. His free hand unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans and slid them and his boxer shorts down his thighs. A gasp leaving his lips as his solid cock sprang free from its confines.

"Harder Cill... Please..." Soft pants and gasps of words were all Kate could manage, and Cillian was only too happy to oblige.

"Faster too?" He asked. She nodded quickly, her eyes locked on the hand between her legs as she gripped his hair making him groan.

"Fuck... Fuckfuckfuck... Don't... Don't stop..."

He leaned up on his knees and used his free hand to clamp over her mouth just in time to stifle the cry of pleasure as her orgasm consumed her. She'd never been gagged like this before and the experience only heightened her arousal. He kept his hand over her mouth and watched her pussy walls contract and throb.

"So beautiful when you cum, but I'm not done playing yet."

His fingers slid inside her still pulsating walls and he quickly found what he was looking for as Kate's upper body flew from her seated position and her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head. Cillian chuckled, and rutted his fingers deep, hard, and fast, hitting that soft spongey spot repeatedly as her upper body began to shake above him.

"Come on... Give me another... All over my hand baby..."

"Too... Much... Too... Oh fuck..." Her whole body was trembling as another, more powerful, orgasm hit hard, and she felt a gush of warmth between her legs as she came over him, quite literally.

He pulled his fingers from her and moved her quaking body into a kneeling position in front of him, spinning her around to face the sofa. He bent her over and passed her a cushion to bite down onto before thrusting into her hard. Her knuckles were white from gripping the cushion, and the sound of her muffled cries was transmitting straight to Cillian's cock - he had to fight the desire to cum harder than he ever had before. He wondered for a second if he was hurting her, but from the way her walls were clenching him and how wet she was, he highly doubted it.

His hand gripped her hair and made a makeshift ponytail, pulling back on it as his thrusts hit hard and deep. Her walls quivered around him as her third climax took over her, and he couldn't stop himself - he came with a deep groan, his cum filling her in five or six shots, each one more intense than the last, as he fell forward, resting on her back as he caught his breath.

A few minutes passed before either of them could speak, his softened cock sliding out of her made both of them groan at the loss of contact.

It was Cillian who spoke first, as the realisation of what he'd just done dawned on him.

"Kate, I think we have a slight problem..."

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goldenshoyo · 3 years

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All For You

Sawamura Daichi x Fem! Reader

Authors note: This is my piece for @gg9183 Soulmates collab! I had such a fun time writing this and hope you all enjoy it as much as I do! I did not edit this so sorry if grammarly didn't catch my mistakes bc I am tired. Happy birthday Gray! I hope you have the best day, you deserve the world and more!

Genre: Fluff with a dash of smut. Pls this is so soft and sweet idk who I am anymore ajksfhka

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: Fem!Reader, a child and breastfeeding, mentions of childbirth, mentions of vaginal tearing and stitches, implied smut, reader enters subspace, daddy kink, use of ‘doll’.

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Daichi sits with your newborn son on his chest, looking up at replays of an old friend’s volleyball match on the television. You can’t stop looking at them both. It could not be a more perfect picture. The eleven hours of labor seems like a distant memory now, completely overlooked now that you see just how well Daichi has already taken to fatherhood. His hand on your child’s back looks so large compared to the infant, nearly bringing you to tears.

It’s the hormones, you keep telling yourself. However, you know it’s not just that. You love him and your child more than you ever imagined would be possible. You thought you’d loved Daichi before, but this feeling is overwhelming and brand new. It can’t just be the hormones, it’s definitely something else. After all, it’s powerful enough to make you forget about the tearing and stitches you had to endure to give him a child.

You don’t remember the moment when you realized you loved him; perhaps it wasn’t a moment at all but instead a series of events that lead up to now. In fact, it wasn’t the easiest start. If you’d told yourself in high school he’s who you’d be with, you’re sure she would laugh at you. Even now it makes you laugh quietly to yourself, as your eyes finally shut, the long day catching up with you.

You’d lashed out at Daichi earlier during labor about the hospital mattress, but now you can’t help but be grateful for it as you doze off.

“What are you doing?”

Your head turns and you sigh, of course, it’s him. Sawamura Daichi stands arms crossed in the doorway of the classroom, looking as stoic and commanding as always. You dust off the eraser shavings from your hands then wipe them on your skirt.

“Obviously, none of your business,” you reply, lips curling into a smile as you lean back against a desk.

“School ended half an hour ago.” He steps inside, coming towards the desk you’re covering. You manage to cover it just enough with your arm so he can’t see the suggestive note you’ve left on it. For good measure, you hop up on the desk and cover it.

“Really, I didn’t notice.” You reply, looking down at your nails, pretending to not notice the way he tries to see what you’ve been up to. “Why are you still here then?”

He scratches the back of his head and smiles. He really is too polite for his own good. “Volleyball practice. I just forgot one of my textbooks, so I needed to come and grab it before the room was locked up.”

“Ah.” You softly speak, not moving as he walks past you to his desk, grabbing said textbook. You move off the desk when you think he’s safely away from the desk.

“Oh, by the way,” you turn to look at him once more, your brows furrowing, “Sugawara prefers senpai to daddy.” He chuckles before walking out of the room, leaving you embarrassed and angry.

You wonder if he hears you yelling fuck you from down the hall.

He’s staring at you. There is no way you’re making this up. Who else would he be looking at, you wonder. Looking around the park bench you only see an elderly woman with her husband, a family with a small dog, and a few men tossing around a baseball. So, unless Daichi is staring that intensely at the men playing baseball, he has his eyes on you.

How long has it been? Three, maybe four years since that dreadful day your third year of high school. You requested a class change the morning after he read the note you’d left for his best friend, too prideful to let him even get a kick out of seeing your face again. You’d even erased the note, giving up on your pursuit of flustering Koushi early the next morning. Daichi had ruined all your fun in just a few minutes.

So why in the hell is he looking at you now?

You stand up, walking directly towards him. As you get closer you recognize his clothing… oh, he’s a police officer now. You realize he might have just been scanning the park and doing his job, and that you have blown this up in your own mind due to the inflated ego you apparently have.

But, it’s too late now. He sees you clearly and you’re only a few feet from him.

“Why were you staring at me?” You cross your arms, your weight shifting to your right leg and hip. “Is there something wrong, officer?”

That’s better you think, just playoff your annoyance with him towards his job. For all you know, he has no idea who you are. Honestly, you find it a bit embarrassing you still recognize him after all this time.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I just thought I recognized you, is all. Did we go to school together?” The politeness never left him.

Ignoring the way him calling you ma’am feels, you answer. “We did. I’m -----.”

“That’s right,” he smiles at you and leans back on his cruiser. “How have you been?”

“I’m not really interested in shallow chitchat if I’m being honest.” You inform him. “I’m just visiting my family for a while before starting a job in Tokyo. We don’t need to do this weird nostalgic bullshit if you don’t want to.”

“You’re as upfront as ever.” He chuckles, opening the door to his cruiser. “I won’t keep you here then. Have a great day, ma’am.”

He pulls away and you’re left wondering why your eye is twitching. Even worse, part of you wants to follow him and demand he keeps calling you ma’am.

“Please, just shut up.” You beg, unbuttoning Daichi’s white shirt. “I don’t want to talk or think, just fuck me okay?”

His laugh shoots through you, your core aching. How did you run into him twice in one day, let alone now begging him to shut up and fuck you? It’s so unlucky. You’d gotten over the emotion of seeing him again minutes after watching him drive away. Now, you’re atop him in the back of his car.

“I’d much rather shut your smart mouth,” he leans close to your ear, thrusting up against you. His cock is hard in his pants, and you swallow hard feeling the sheer size of it against your cunt. “Just behave and let daddy take care of you.”

You’re pretty sure there’s venom in his words, your body, mind, and soul reacting quicker to his gruff tone. Had you ever entered subspace from just words before?

“Yes, daddy.” You whine, grinding against him, your fingers falling from his shirt and moving to unbuckle his pants.

“Good girl.”

Maybe it wasn’t so bad you’d run into him again today.

“This can’t keep happening,” you tell him, clinging to his chest.

He kisses your forehead, shushing you and hugging you tight to his warm body. “You say that every time, doll. You don’t need to lie to yourself or me for that matter.”

You groan, further annoyed with him because he’s right. So unbelievably right. You wonder if he knows just how wrapped around his finger you are now, just after a few short months of causally hooking up, meeting for dinner once in a while, and even the occasional sleepover like tonight. You’ve memorized everything about him, purchased his favorite brand of coffee, filled your cabinets with his go-to snacks, and even added an extra toothbrush just for him.

However, words have never been exchanged about what you are to each other.

Only this: the warm company of him in your bed, life, and mind. This is enough, you think. There isn’t much more you could want.

You were wrong again; you could want more. It crept up on you slowly, eating and nagging at you until you finally had a copy of your key made for him. Now, you’re anxiously sitting at his favorite restaurant awaiting him, twirling the small box with the key inside in your hand. What if he doesn’t want it, you wonder?

It’s been a year and a half since you first hooked up, but you’ve still never labeled anything. It’s not that he hasn’t tried to again and again, but you’ve pulled back each time. You’ve started to worry that he’s going to give up if you don’t do something. Part of you knows this is because you’re falling for him, even if you can’t voice it.

This should be telling, you hope.

“Sorry, I’m a little late, doll.” Daichi kisses your forehead, holding your hand in his once he shows. He sits across from you, unbuttoning his suit jacket and relaxing against the back of the chair.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I’m glad you chose this place,” you tell him. Reaching across and taking his hand. He smiles, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “I got you something!”

“Oh really?” He smiles, leaning forward onto the table with his elbows. “Aren’t you sweet?”

“Shut up or I won’t give it to you,” you roll your eyes and pull your hand away from him. Looking down at the small box on your lap, you take a deep breath before holding it out to him. “Here.”

“Thank you,” he smiles looking at you, and you look down at your hands in your lap. As he opens it, you impulsively pick at your fingernails. “Oh,” his voice is higher and clipped.

“It’s to my apartment if you want it. You don’t have to take it. I just thought that since-” he cuts you off, moving from his seat to coming to kneel next to you. He kisses you, cupping your cheek in his hand.

“I love you.”

A sharp cry wakes you up, your baby needing you. Rubbing your tired eyes, you sit up on your bed slowly, reaching for the bassinet.

“Careful, let me help you.” Daichi’s warm hand on your shoulder stops you from sitting up. You lay back down, and he hands you your screaming son. “There you go,” he kisses your forehead as you unfasten your hospital gown.

“He’s loud,” you comment as he latches. “That’s better.” You laugh, letting out a long sigh. “Goodbye peace and quiet.”

“It’ll be okay,” he tells you, stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers softly. “I’m sure we’ll get used to it.”

“I hope he’s like you,” you tell him, watching as he falls asleep while nursing. “Or else it might drive me mad. I don’t think you’d be able to handle two of me.”

He chuckles, settling in beside you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He kisses your temple softly. “I’d have a thousand mini you’s if it meant I’d get to see you this happy.”

“Fatherhood has made you a dork,” you laugh, turning your head to kiss him softly, your eyes threatening to fill with tears. “Or maybe I’m just finally softening up.”

You’ve never been sure you believed in soulmates, but, if you had one… there’s no doubt in your mind it’s Daichi.

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luca-x-alberto-prompts · 3 years

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Luca x Alberto Prompt #78

"Hey what about a prompt when Giulia can turn herself into a sea folk too. It's temporary like a necklace. She just can transform while using that, like a magical thing."

Giulia was starting to feel a bit hurt. It was her birthday at the end of the week and the boys had been all but ignoring her for days.

She knew that sea folk didn't tend to put much emphasis on birthdays, but they'd been living with humans (and been her family) long enough to know how big of a deal it was. Especially to her. But she gave them their space, respecting their choices and trying not to let it get to her.

Early on the morning of her birthday, she was shaken awake by a pair of hands, and greeted by twin brown and twin hazel.

"Happy birthday, Giulia," they both whispered, looking very serious.

"Grazie, raggazzi. You remembered!"

"Of course we did," Alberto whispered, indignant. "Where did you think we were all this week?"

Luca pulled what looked to be a small clump of semi-dry seaweed from behind him, but he held it like it was extremely fragile.

"What's that?"

"Your present."

She took it just as gently as Luca handed it to her, though she wasn't sure why. She smiled at the gesture. "Grazie."

The boys looked at her expecantly in the half-dark, as if she wasn't doing something important.

"...oh! There's something in the seaweed, isn't there?"

They nodded and Giulia set to unwrapping. It was a very interesting looking necklace. It was strung with rocks, shells, scales and coral. All of the bits having been warn smooth and carved with symbols in a language she'd never seen.

"This is beautiful!" she cheered and the boys shushed her. "What?"

"We want to sneak out and try it before Massimo wakes up."

"Try it?"

The two looked at each other seriously again before Luca explained: "This is an ancient relic that can turn humans into sea folk."

Giulia gasped, understanding why Luca had been so careful with it.

"What? How? I-"

"It's ancient and powerful, made at the same time our people were said to have been first given the gift of transformation. It wasn't that hard to find, actually. Because sea folk tend not to befriend many humans. Let alone want them to join us."

Alberto took her hand and continued. "But you, Giules. You accepted us before anyone, taught me and Luca so much and gave up your victory against Ercole. You've been a true friend and a halfway decent sister." They both started shoving each other good naturedly.

"We want you to see what it's like. Will you try?"

She was stumbling out of bed and into her boots immediately. "Try and stop me!"

Thanks so much to @reef-of-ideas for submitting this idea. I had so much fun writing that I couldn't shorten it to just a prompt!

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anika-ann · 3 years

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Walk Me Home Tonight (S.R.)

Type: one-shot, songfic

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 4700

Summary: Sometimes it’s hard to be in a celebratory mood when all you can think of is that life sucks and that being left on your own to drown your sorrows is for the best.

Sometimes people who care about you know better than yourself and come crashing your party of one.

Sometimes, despite the popular belief, you do realize how lucky you are having been introduced to Steve Rogers.

Warnings: mention of blood and violence and death, mention of alcohol, angst, fluff and language

A/N: P!nk’s Walk Me Home just does something to me, alright? Music video included - it’s soooo beautiful.

*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･

You stared at the amber liquid, lazily making it roll in the glass with idle motions of your wrist. It reflected the rather soft lights of the bar, an exquisite game of colour you found fascinating enough to dull your mind and muffle the noise of the party.

It wasn’t that you were a party pooper, not usually anyway; just… the timing wasn’t ideal.

Of course, Sharon could hardly move her birthday to make it more convenient for you, less so a party her colleagues had decided to throw for her. You knew Agent Carter for quite some time now; she had joined SHIELD about the same time as you, going through the same tough training. Except unlike you – and initially without your knowledge – she had an image to live up to.

You might even call her a friend, your chest bursting in pride for her when her hard work had finally borne some fruit and she had been promoted to an assistant director of the intelligence agency. Among other things, it earned her a lot of new potential friends.

You were hardly acting like one tonight, much to your own annoyance. But for some reason, you found it difficult to leave your momentary emotional baggage at the doorstep, slipping it off as easily as your coat. You had wished her all the best, conversed for a tiny bit and then happily made space for others, for the forming line of guests waiting to celebrate with her as well.

Then you retreated to your spot at the bar, possibly annoying the bartender, who would have been more delighted seeing some heavier drinker occupying your seat, tipping generously, instead of having you nursing each glass of alcohol for about two hours.

You weren’t even sure why you were still here; you had given up on the attempt on small talk with anyone, apparently unwittingly chasing away any potential company. And here you thought misery did love company – perhaps you were wrong, at least when it came to birthday parties of gorgeous women loved by everyone. You might as well pack up your bottom and sulk at home.

You were stubbornly shushing the voice in the back of your skull, whispering about knowing precisely why you remained in your seat; about feeling less alone here, despite being a literal loner in a crowd.

You downed the rest of the bitter scotch, basking in the burn which it left on its way down your throat, your eyelids slipping shut in content, the noise in your brain falling silent completely for few blissful moments.

“Party of one?” a male voice gently asked, the tinniest note of teasing in it and while your heart skipped a startled beat at being addressed, you felt the burn in your throat slip lower, warming your chest and causing the corners of your mouth turn up just a fraction.

There's something in the way you roll your eyes Takes me back to a better time When I saw everything is good But now you're the only thing that's good

“Felt like crashing it?” you hummed in response, side-eyeing the intruder and found a pair of cerulean eyes staring back. He blindly waved off the eager bartender who was about to offer him a drink.

Ah, poor guy. No tips for him tonight.

“Well, I didn’t get an invitation. Looks like crashing was my only option.”

You sighed tiredly despite Steve’s kind teasing. Tonight was just… so exhausting. Tonight. Today. This week. Gah, this whole month. This fucking year--- okay, maybe you were exaggerating, because you were simply crossing the line, moving from relaxed buzzed drunk to a miserable one.

Battling with yourself, arguing whether you should send him to hell – nicely, because Steve was nothing but kind, he was always so kind, goddammit, gentle humour spiced with the ability to become an utter troll, still benign though, that was why you usually enjoyed his company so much after all-… – or call it a night.

Or should you order another drink? Was there a point? You might cross the line to a clingy drunk eventually and you weren’t certain that was a good idea.

It was probably about as good of an idea as coming to a party despite feeling like shit on an emotional roller-coaster, dangerously inclining towards a very bad mood to put it mildly.

You tilted your head to side as you looked at Steve properly, tight blue shirt flattering his supersoldier frame, black pants with desperately needed leather belt considering his thin waist, his blonde hair a mess, gaze fixed on you, observing. Always observing to read people, to anticipate behaviour, evaluate the threat; sometimes simply to be considerate, to… to be compassionate.

Dammit, Steve.

“Must have got lost in the mail then,” you said eventually, offering a weak smile. “Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s alright,” he shrugged it off, the curve of his lips more distinct than yours. As if he was offering to cheer you up. Sweet, but possibly vain effort tonight. Sometimes, things simply piled up and there was no escape. Such was the fate of a government agent. And human, for that matter. “Doesn’t look like much fun and I think it’s about to end anyway.”

“I guess…”

Tryna stand up on my own two feet This conversation ain't comin' easily And darling, I know it's getting late So what do you say we leave this place?

This time, Steve actually made an eye contact with the bartender, who eagerly rushed to him at instant. His excited expression fell when he noticed you were pulling out your wallet to close your tab. You didn’t have the strength to shoot him an apologetic smile.

Steve’s eyes were on you the whole time, you could feel them, and you wondered why. Until he spoke again, as soon as the other man left.

“Come on. I’ll walk you home,” he offered gentlemanly, coaxing you into saying yes, possibly unaware of the effect which such tone had on people.

Or perhaps he knew, using exactly that when he was trying to talk someone down, to calm them, gain their trust. The joke was on him, because it was a vain effort; you trusted him fully already. Surely, he knew that.

Right?

Trust was the solid base the team of Avengers needed and since you somehow found yourself with them, it involved you too. The team stood and fell on trust and mutual respect. But it meant so much more – they were friends. They cared about each other, about their well-being.

Right now, Steve was being a good friend and a good teammate.

And you were being exactly that too when you turned his kind proposition down.

“No, it’s fine. There are still some people who are actually able to speak coherently with you. Go enjoy yourself. I’ll be okay.”

“It’s three in the morning,” he pointed out, as if admonishing you for not noticing. Your eyebrow rose deliberately.

“…and?”

“And I’d feel better if you weren’t walking the streets alone,” he replied easily, ignoring the hint of snark in your comeback as you made your way to the coat-stand.

Still walking on the line of miserable and pleasantly buzzed, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mean to him for such patronizing approach. He had been raised this way and despite his open mind and admirable respect to women, he slipped sometimes.

“Steve, I’m a SHIELD agent basically turned Avenger. I can take care of my-“

“But you don’t have to. And-” He gestured subtly back towards the bar and a metaphorical lightbulb flickered above your head.

Not patronizing then, god forbid chauvinist; Peggy Carter would rise from the death to beat him with his own shield, with Natasha’s enthusiastic help, if he was showing any sign of aforementioned qualities and he was well-aware of that.

Just mother-henning then, the way Steve excelled at.

It brought the first honest smile of the night to your lips. You made sure to face him so he could see how wholesome his company was for you.

“I’m not too drunk, Steve. I had like two glasses of scotch,” you assured him, gently brushing his forearm before reaching for your coat and scarf. “And two beers.”

“I know,” he stated, stealing your coat only to hold it out for you to slip into it.

God, the woman who would once win his heart was about to be one lucky bitch.

Jim has never done this for me, flashed through your mind and you instantly shushed the whining voice in your head. Instead, you went over what he just said, blinking in surprise.

Huh? He… knew?

“I… might have kept an eye on you,” he admitted tentatively, the tips of his fingers brushing your shoulder before retreating and letting you to cocoon in the fabric.

“Why?”

Why would he keep an eye on you? Sure, teammates and friends and all that, but for some reason, you doubted he kept an eye on Tony, the only other Avenger (beside Steve, not Steve and you, you don’t count, a voice hissed in your mind and you winced) who attended the party, not being on any mission at the moment.

Why did Steve feel like you needed a chaperone?

No, that was too harsh of a word for him, you were certain his intentions were everything but malicious, but… why?

Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

The genuine wonder must have been audible in your voice, much like your shock must have been clear in your expression, because Steve seemed sheepish all of sudden, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Well, I mean, I know that you probably wouldn’t-“ he started, only to grimace. “It’s not that I think you’re an alcoholic! It’s just that... you--- and it’s only been-…“

-four days since you got dumped, you finished the unspoken sentence and tried your best to ignore the cold seeping into your bones at the reminder.

One of the reasons why you had been in a sour mood and deciding to drink alone. Your amazing asshole of a boyfriend had dumped you, metaphorically kicking you while you had already been down. Lovely.

“-I was worried. But you didn’t look like you were interested in having company, I didn’t want to be a bother and-“

You pulled Steve out of his misery by placing a hand over his forearm, which stopped the words spilling uncontrollably from his mouth.

He was actually being very sweet and thoughtful. It kinda made you feel bad, because… you weren’t looking for dragging someone down with you. As it was, he had his own reasons to not be happy about partying tonight, but feeling like he had to keep an eye on you probably didn’t help to lift his spirits.

“-and you had to spend some time with the woman of the hour,” you finished instead of him slowly, hoping you sounded at least half as thoughtful as he did and that you didn’t appear to be the greatest bitch, stealing attention from Sharon. “That’s understandable, Steve. It is her birthday party and I’m the one being antisocial.”

You bit down your lip, lowering your gaze, because the infamous worried wrinkle appeared on Steve’s forehead and you just knew he was about to protest and you… honestly felt bad about your behaviour and the welcoming colour of his eyes was not helping to make you feel any better, because of course he probably thought it was perfectly normal to look out for you instead of allowing himself to enjoy the night and- ugh.

“You… you shouldn’t have to look out for me. Your attention could have been fully on the birthday girl.”

Naturally, Steve Rogers basically shrugged it off. Covering your hand on him with his large palm, he slouched to look into your eyes once more. Insistent bastard, no doubt aware of your inability to say no to his amiable face.

“That’s what friends are for. Now, can I walk you home?”

You shook your head with a sad smile, rising your gaze towards the ceiling, hoping it came out as an exasperation at his stubbornness and not as it truly was – you in fact attempting to keep your tears at bay, because, miserable drunk, dumped four days ago apart from other things and there he was, asshole perfect, Steve fucking Rogers, gentleman and friend extraordinaire, caring for your well-being more than Jim ever had.

A twinkle appeared in his eye when he recognized he won and you chuckled, sealing his victory out loud.

“Yes, Steve. You can walk me home. It’s conveniently located on the way to yours.”

He smirked when he shrugged on his own coat. “Happy coincidences…”

There's something in the way I wanna cry That makes me think we'll make it out alive So come on and show me how we're good I think that we could do some good, mhm

Once you left the bar, silence fell on you, feeling heavy as did the cold November air.

Heavy and awkward. While you could tell with certainty you were barely affected by the alcohol you had drunk, your steps were wobbly, knees shaky as if you were a baby horse trying to stand up for the first time.

Steve walked by your side, majestic in his thigh-length coat, hands snugged in its pockets only halfway as if he was waiting for you needing his support. It irritated you as much as it warmed your heart.

On top of everything, you would swear every lone person you met stared at you, staring you up and down until they seemed to register Steve’s imposing frame and quickly went back to their business. It annoyed you to no end; it was just proving Steve’s point that you shouldn’t walk the streets alone at such hour, government agent or not.

“I would have been fine, you know,” you hummed, cautiously breaking the relative quiet.

It was never truly quiet in New York City, only rush hours alternating with calmer ones. You didn’t mind it; you enjoyed the city. Sometimes quiet meant that thoughts won the opportunity to become too loud; tonight, for some reason, despite the silence, Steve prevented that ever since he joined you.

It dawned to you then, how ungrateful you sounded and you quickly added “But thanks.” – a whisper full of honesty.

“Uh-huh.”

Perhaps the silence weighted so much because your mood wasn’t the only cause of it.

Steve was showing you that he worried; surely, you could as well? Because you did, worry about him that was.

“…are you? Okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked distractedly, but you could hear the frown on his face, the image of his nose scrunched in confusion painted in front of your eyes even without looking at him.

“Just… today-” you nudged him once more and vaguely eyed your watch only to be reminded that ‘today’ was a confusing term. “Or, more like, yesterday…”

A sharp inhale was drawn at your side and you could sense as he started closing off, putting up his walls so no one would catch a scent of his weakness. You hated when he tried to do that. You would have thought you were past that. You liked to consider you two friends at least.

Tonight was simply not your night. Of either of you, apparently.

“What about it-?“

You sighed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. Were you truly such a crappy company, an insensitive friend or was there something sorrowful and cranky in the air, preventing your communication channels from tuning to the same frequency?

You were aware what the day meant for him – another painful reminder of what he had lost with crashing the plane in the forties only to wake up in a new millennium.

Though this particular loss – of his mother – haunted him even back in what some people called his days. It was an utter non-sense. Steve belonged there as much as he belonged here. He was brave enough to try and stubborn enough to succeed in fitting in.

“Nothing, I guess,” you sighed once more, this time rolling your eyes. “…Mr. Nothing Can Touch Me.”

The wry nickname hung in the air for a while, the faint noise of the night city washing over your pair. When Steve broke it again, there was a barely audible crack in his voice.

“I… I’m okay. I think. I… should be. It’s been so long. Decades,” he mused, turning his gaze to the sky. His eyes glistened and if you didn’t know him, hadn’t witnessed his walls lowering before, you would have thought it was just the streetlights reflecting.

You knew better. Tentatively, your fingers brushed his, not remembering when his hands had left his pockets. You were grateful for it now, especially when he didn’t retrieve from your touch instantly.

“Not for you,” you pointed out quietly, rewarded by the softest squeeze of his warm hand.

The heaviness and tension you had felt before resolved with the gesture. Something finally fell into place and you were almost you again and he was almost him.

Two figures, carrying their griefcases, but functioning and… harmonizing once more.

“How did you know?”

“That’s what friends are for, Steve,” you echoed his earlier words, sending a tiny smile his way, meeting his glassy gaze. “They remember important dates, good or bad.”

“No one else did. Not that I can actually hold it against Buck, of course... but no one… you…” his voice trailed off as he lost his train of thought – or perhaps he had never truly directed it to the station in the first place.

Your shoulders moved a fraction, a hint of a shrug-off. His hand wrapped around yours tighter in silent appreciation, not showing any sign of intending to let go.

And you were alright with that. More than alright.

Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

His presence was always immense, overwhelming even; yet so comfortable you didn’t have the slightest problem with opening your heart to him, offering it to him even when it was bleeding. And now, finally tuned together, it was no different.

You bared your heart to him, even if it hurt.

“She didn’t make it,” you whispered, voice pained in the dead of the night and he didn’t react, letting you to gather strength to elaborate. You cleared your throat as the lump grew in it. “Kayla, one of the kids… from last week’s mission. I found out yesterday… she-she didn’t make it, she had too many injuries. Word is that perhaps it was even a blessing. A relief.”

“I’m so sorry,” Steve repented, his grip growing stronger just a fraction, enough to make your chest and eyes burn.

“Yeah, so am I.”

Whatever he heard in your voice, it caused his fingers twitch in your hand, his footsteps slowing down. “You know that wasn’t your fault, right?”

“Wasn’t it? If I was faster, if I-“

Steve stopped in his tracks completely, pulling at your hand to make you do the same and face him.

You closed your eyes when his blue ones met them, unable to stand the urgency in them. His free hand curled around your shoulder, caressing in attempt at comfort.

“Hey, hey, don’t do that to yourself.” Hypocrite, you threw back at him in your mind, stubbornly keeping your eyelids shut, simply knowing that if you saw the sincerity in his gaze in addition to the fervour he spoke with, you might actually believe him. “You did your best. I know that, Nat and Buck know, everyone does. A monster you helped to put behind bars hurt the kids. Not you. You saved so many lives.”

You shook your head with a sigh, staring straight ahead as you turned on your heels and continued your path. Steve, never letting go of your hand, followed reluctantly.

“Sometimes I think he might have been right, you know?”

Peripherally, you saw him frown again and you cursed yourself for drinking – it untangled your tongue and his stupid face made your spill your guts to him, vomit emotion. You weren’t too secretive about your feelings most of the time, but damn, you hated how alcohol pushed your boundaries of sharing them.

“… Jim. He said that maybe I should give it up. That I’m just running alongside you, heroes, pretending to be one of you, but in the end, I’m not even close to being as good-“

Steve’s feet took roots in the ground, his steely grip forcing you to stop – as long as you wanted to keep your hand attached, which yeah, you kinda did.

“I feel like taking a detour now,” he muttered darkly and for a short moment, confusion was everything you felt, blissfully overtaking the anger, the sorrow, the helplessness and the feeling of utter uselessness.

“Huh?”

“Where does Jim live?” Steve spitted out the name venomously and you couldn’t help the wave of affection washing over you. Affection towards this treasure of a man who apparently wanted to punch another human being because it offended his friend. “He has no business saying something like that. Especially if his bullshit actually affects you-”

“Steve, he wasn’t wrong, I’m just-“ you sputtered, caught off guard when you registered the fire in his glare.

“We all make mistakes. But that’s beside the point, because you didn’t even make any that day. I read the report, and I know you, you put everything you got and more into the rescue mission. How can he-“ he hissed, literally taking a calming breath as both of his hands balled into fist.

Well, one of them only nearly, since it was still holding yours. It actually stung a bit, the bones in your hand close to grinding against each other.

“-I haven’t met him many times, but if he said that instead of comforting you after an incredibly draining mission, then I’m glad that that asshole is gone from your life. … though I would still appreciate his address.”

Blinking away the few stray tears that welled up, you forced a smile as Steve’s strict glare found yours. It felt good, seeing his indignation; having someone else exasperated on how Jim had reacted. He should have given you a hug and hold you tight; that was what you would wish for. Instead, he told you to stop complaining and when you accused him of not supporting you, he called you a whiny bitch who should make up her damn mind and broke things off.

You deeply appreciated Steve’s display of chivalry, hell, you half-considered giving away the address just so Jim would hear someone else agreeing with you, but you were honestly just tired. And you had a feeling Steve wouldn’t stay only at words and seeing any more blood, any more aggression would have been too much for you tonight.

Tonight, you… you needed serenity and comfort.

“…thank you. That… that means a lot. But… maybe just walk me home? Please? Could you walk me home, Steve?” you pleaded softly, barely audible, not caring it sounded like weeping of a needy child.

Unbeknownst to you, that was the last thing you resembled in Steve’s eyes. Your imploring gaze, vulnerable and open, it moved something inside him, his anger silenced for the moment, leaving him defenceless, unable to say no. Not that he had an intention to do so. He always had trouble saying no to you.

So he forced his fists to relax, running his thumb over the back of your hand and whispered the only word that made sense.

“Always.”

You settled back to the comfortable silence after that.

Walk me home in the dead of night 'Cause I can't be alone with all that's on my mind Say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on

You reached the Tower hand in hand.

Neither of you released the other. Not during the elevator ride, not when you walked the halls lined with doors leading to each’s private quarters.

You were still holding onto each other when you came to a stop in front of your door; rest assured, Steve Rogers would lead you right to your door even if his was only at the end of the very same corridor.

Standing nearly chest to chest, his eyes bored into yours with seriousness that surprised you.

“For the record, you do a great deal of good,” he reassured you, saying it as if he truly meant it. It tugged at your heart, sweet and bitter. “You’re amazing and you’re the most authentic of all of us. I admire you.”

That claim caused you to chuckle. Now he was laying it on a bit thick, downright exaggerating.

“You admire me? Steve, that’s really nice of you to say, but don’t be ridi-“

Your words died in your throat when his large palm splayed over your cheek, cradling it gently. When the paddle of his thumb swiped over your other cheek, soft smile playing on his lips, his irises bright with a promise, time seemingly stopped along with your heart.

“And you’re a great friend to the whole team, a wonderful person. Do me a favour and finally learn to accept a compliment,” he asked of you in hushed voice, the electric blue and green of his eyes locking you in. “If he didn’t praise you enough for you to get used to it, he was doing something wrong.”

You gulped, a silly association with the word ‘praise’ allowing you to break from the cage of his gaze that had previously had your mind gone blank.

“I’m not a dog to be praised, Steve…”

One corner of his lips – and when did they got so close anyway? – twitched. And then a tender kiss landed on your forehead, just the softest brush of lips against your skin. The gesture, utterly incomprehensible for you, had your eyelids flutter shut.

“I’m very much aware. Believe me, doll, I know. Thank you for letting me walk you home.”

You only nodded at the ridiculous statement – why was he thanking you? – too perplexed at the fact his lips had made contact with your skin. When did you cross the line towards the delusional drunk?

His fingertips caressed your face as he let go, wishing you to have a good night. Too baffled, you were unable to respond until he had already made his way to his door and you suddenly missed the warmth of his presence.

Breaking free from your haze, you acted on impulse, apparently startling him when you called his name out of blue so urgently.

“Steve!”

Whipping his head around to look at you, you felt your heart jump into your throat.

“Uh… are you ready to go to bed or… or maybe… would you like to watch a movie or something?” With me?

I don’t think I’m ready to be alone. Ready to be without you.

Even from the distance, you would swear you saw his lips spread in a slow honey-sweet smile.

“I think I’d like that,” he called out lowly. “Ten minutes? I’ll get the blankets. You pick the movie.”

“See you in ten then.”

You pretended that your heart didn’t flutter, sending a wave of familiar tingle through your chest and to your fingers, as you slipped inside your room with your mouth curled up in a content smile.

Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong There is so much wrong There is so much wrong going on outside

*✧･ Bonus *✧･

If Tony found them two and half hour later, closing credits rolling, the pair curled up and cuddling on the couch, you fast asleep in Steve’s arms, and he noticed that the supersoldier was in fact only faking to avoid an interrogation from the Ironman himself, he didn’t mention it. He just whispered to FRIDAY to turn off the TV and turn off the dimmed lights completely.

He hoped Rogers would treat you the way you deserved, unlike the man who now had farts announcing a received e-mail or texts, unable to change it, and a laptop turning on randomly, dead-pale children staring at him from the screen with hollow eyes and in clothes dripping water. Tony would hate to have to hack more tech again just to avenge your broken heart without your knowledge any time soon.

He’d rather suffer watching the two of his friends being disgustingly sweet on each other.

Probably.

*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･

S.R. masterlist

*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･

Silent thanks to the person who came up with the word ‘griefcase’ as an alternative to emotional baggage.

Also, I’m pretty sure songfics aren’t supposed to be so long... oops?

Thank you for reading!

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years

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13 Going on 30 pt.1

A Peter Maximoff x reader fanfiction based off the movie 13 going on 30.

Summary: You are so excited when the most popular girl in your school agrees to come to your 13th birthday party. But after a cruel prank you find yourself wishing that you were popular and older. By some miracle your wish is granted but isn’t as wonderful as it seems. You turn out to be a major jerk and you don't even talk to your best friend Peter anymore. Can you fix everything and get back to normal or are you stuck living like this forever

Warnings: Angst and some suggestive content. But it’s mostly pure fluff. (Also peter has no powers in this and some scenes will be changed to better fit Peter and so I can be creative with it!)

Word Count: 2759

I am so excited to share this fic with y’all! 13 going on 30 is one of my favorite comfort movies and I thought that adding Peter Maximoff to it would make it even better.

It was 1987 and your birthday party was next week. You were so excited you could barely contain yourself. You were turning 13, you were finally becoming a teenager. It was time to abandon all childish things and live a life of adventure and romance. One that all the movies told you was guaranteed once you became a teenager. You were writing in your notebook during lunch checking off the things you had already gotten for your birthday party. “Balloons, check. Party favors, check. The cutest outfit, check!”

“Your best friend in the whole world who is getting you the best present. Check!” Peter added as he sat down across from you, dropping his lunch tray down on the table. You just rolled our eyes at him.“So I was thinking for this year we should go to the arcade then get ice cream.” Peter muttered his mouth full of the school’s signature sloppy joe sandwich. “Cause if I eat too much ice cream before we play that dance game you love, I'm gonna get sick again.” Some of the sandwich meat dripped out of the corner of his mouth. You handed him a napkin to wipe it, not even disgusted at this point.

You and Peter had been best friends since birth. You had lived right next to each other as kids and you had done everything together. Learning how to walk, the loss of your first tooth, the first day of school. Always together no matter what. That’s what made you so nervous to tell him what was on your mind. “Actually, I was thinking of having a party this year.” You gave him a nervous smile.

“What?!” He choked out in the midst of a coughing fit having nearly choked on his milk. Kids turned around to look at him and you shushed him. ”Peter stop shouting.” You scolded through gritted teeth.

He spoke up again this time, his voice back to it’s normal level. “But it’s always just us.”

You winced, you had figured he was going to respond like this. “I know, I know. But hear me out.” Peter sat back in his chair, arms crossed. “Lucy said she’d come to the party this year, and she’d bring Dylan! You know how much I like him.” You gushed and Peter narrowed his eyes at you.

“How did you convince the most popular girl in school to come to your party?”

“Way harsh peter.” You reached over to his tray attempting to steal one of his fries. His hand slapped yours away. “You make it sound like she doesn't even know I exist.”

“That’s exactly what I’m implying, you and I are at the bottom of the social food chain and you know it.” He pushed his chair back even further, now only balancing on two legs. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” You defended.

He held your gaze with narrowed eyes as you tired your best to maintain eye contact. The minute you looked away he knew he had you. “I know you're lying (y/n). When you can’t look me in the eye you’re hiding something. Spill it.”

You muttered really quickly. “Imayormaynothavedoneherhomeworkforthepastmonth.”

He gave you an exasperated look. “What?”

“I said I may or may not have done her homework for the past month.”

He gave you a disapproving look. “Don’t look at me like that. “ You pouted. “It was the only way she was going to bring Dylan.”

“I don't even know why you want that guy at your party. Or Lucy for that matter. They’re all a bunch of jerks.” Peter got up to put his tray away. You shoved your notebook back into your bag and got up to follow him.

“You don’t even know them Peter.”

“Neither do you.” You frowned at him before turning on your heel and walking away from him. “(y/n) wait.” You sped up and he sped up with you. He caught up to you and grabbed your arm. You refused to look at him.

Peter’s harsh look softened and his grip on your arm loosed. “Look.” His voice lowered to a whisper. “ I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

You gave him a soft smile. “I won’t especially not with my best friend around.” You bumped your shoulder into his. He returned your smile after a while and your face lit up. “It’s going to be fun!”

“If you say so.”

On the day of your party you couldn't even sit still for a single second. Pacing by the front door waiting for Lucy and her friends to arrive. The doorbell rang and you threw open the door, but your smile dropped when you saw it was just Peter. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Geez, it's good to see you too.” He pushed his way into your house as you closed the door behind him.

“Sorry I just thought it was Lucy.”

“And you were disappointed when it was me.” He joked making himself at home on your couch.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“No, I get it. Suddenly you get new friends and I’m old news. Hung out to dry. Dead and buried without a moment to grieve.” He milked his performance trying to make you feel guilty. You sat down next to him knocking his feet off your mother’s coffee table.

“Shut up.” You laughed, he watched you and smiled. You noticed the keyboard strapped to his chest and groaned. “Did you have to bring your keyboard?”

“Duh. It’s part of your gift.”

“I hope that’s not all you got me.”

“Hey!” He mocked being hurt by your words. “And it’s not by the way.” He sat up and made his way to your front door. “I gotta go get it, I left it on your doorstep.” He opened the door and was gone for a minute, making you anxious with anticipation. He poked his head through the doorway and a sweet smile plastered on his lips. “Close your eyes.”

You quickly covered your eyes with your hands. You heard Peter’s sneakers shuffling as he made his way closer to you. “No peeking.”

“I’m not!”

“Yes you are, I can see you looking through the slits of your fingers.” You giggled at the accusation and squeezed your eyes even tighter. You felt the couch dip from his weight as he sat back down next to you. You feel his hands close around yours, and the small action making you blush. He carefully removed your hands from your eyes. “Ta-da!”

Sitting on the coffee table front of you was a huge handmade pink doll house. “I decided to make you your own (y/n) dream house.” Your eyes widened taking it all in. It was beautiful.

“Petey did you make all this?” You asked, heart swelling at the sweet action.

“Yeah,” He admitted a little embarrassed. He scooted closer to the table. “See that’s you in your bubble bath. Reading your favorite magazine” It was a Barbie doll with a picture of your face tape on it. You giggled.” And there’s your room with the giant closet you’ve always wanted and a huge stereo collection. I know how much you love music. And there’s that bum Rick Springfield, sitting on the couch.” As you took in all the details you fell even more in love with the house. Peter had put so much time into this and you adored it.

“And uh, there’s me.” He smiled sheepishly. A picture of him was glued to a piece of cardboard. His picture was making that ‘I’m watching you’ gesture at Rick Springfield. “I’m making sure that creep keeps his hands to himself. He’s only here for his musical talents, nothing else.” You smiled at him. He smiled back and for a second you could have sworn he glanced down at your lips. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He pulled out a red packet and shook it lightly. “Wishing dust.”

You scooted closer to him so you guys could read the package together. “It says wishing dust knows what’s in your heart of hearts. They’ll make all your dreams come true.” He whispered the last part, his eyes cast downward as you watched him rip open the package. He stood up and sprinkled the dust down on the house. You watched in wonder as all the different colors rained down together and decorated the whole house in a pretty shimmer. Your eyes met his and you could feel yourself tearing up. He was so sweet and he didn't even know how much this meant to you.

Just then the doorbell rang and you jumped to your feet. “They’re here!” You wiped away the tears that threatened to fall really quickly before dashing to the door.

“Yay.” Peter cheered sarcastically. You ignored him and sprinted to open the door. Lucy was there along with her friends and Dylan in the back. She was wearing a neon pink dress, the same one you had begged your mom to buy you last week. She had said no obviously.

“Hi Lucy! Thanks for coming!” She just gave you a tight smile and let herself in. She looked around your living room and a sneer made its way to her face when she saw Peter on your couch fiddling with his keyboard.

“Sup Freak.” Lucy shot Peter a sickly sweet smile.

“Sup slut.” Peter replied, mirroring her smile. You felt your mouth open in shock and shot him a deadly look. Lucy just pressed on trying to get a reaction out of Peter.

“I see your hair is still as gray and as ugly as ever.”

“At least my hair is naturally this color. From the look of your roots you should really look into getting a better stylist. You ain’t fooling anybody honey.”

They continued to glare at each other until Lucy finally broke away from his gaze and turned to face you. “Where is this party happening anyway.”

“It’s um downstairs, in the basement.” You motioned towards it, Lucy and her friends made their way down the steps. Peter followed them carrying your dollhouse, but you held your arm out to stop him. “What was that? Why were you being such a jerk?”

“She started it!”

You huffed. “I know, but it’s my party so please try to be nice to her.” He opened his mouth to say something but then decided against it. He pushed past your arm and went down the stairs to the basement. Taking two at a time.

“So this is it.” Lucy picked at the neon colored table cloth. You didn't know what to say as she looked around. “What are we going to do anyway?”

“Well we could play twister, Peter is really good at it.” Peter gave a small salute in acknowledgement as they glanced towards him. “Or we could watch a movie.”’ You said excitedly, making your way over to the VHS rack.” I have a lot of good ones.``

“Lame.” Lucy announced and her friends echoed in agreement.

You felt embarrassed of thinking that they would enjoy such childish things. “Why don't we play a new game?” Lucy suggested.

“What kind of game?” Peter asked, suspicion laced in his tone.

“A fun one.” She made her way towards you and placed her hand on your shoulder as she turned to address Peter. “Not that you would know anything about fun Maximoff.”

“Not that you would know anything about fun.” Peter mocked back in a high pitched tone.

“Real mature.” Peter stuck his tongue out at her.

She turned back to you. “Let’s play seven minutes in heaven.” She leaned in even closer. “You can go first (y/n), and I think you’ll like who you get.” She glanced back and you followed her gaze towards Dylan. He shot you a smile and you felt yourself blush.

All of a sudden you heard your mom. “(y/n)!” Your mother yelled down the stairs. “Your cake is here come and get it!”

“Peter go get it.” Lucy commanded.

“What? No.” He scoffed. You met his gaze and shot him a pleading look. “Fine.” He put the dollhouse away in your closet on the top shelf and made his way to the stairs. “Thanks Petey.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Lucy took off her scarf from around her neck and placed it over your eyes, knotting it tightly in the back. She led you towards the closet and you felt your heart rate pick up. You could hear the giggles of her friends as they closed the door. You stood there in the darkness waiting for Dylan to come in. It had been a while since Lucy had led you to the closet, you sat down putting your arms around your knees hugging them close.

Peter came back down the stairs carrying your cake, as he was coming down Lucy was going up the stairs, her friends trailing behind her. “Hey where are you going?”

She didn't answer, just smiled at him placing a hand on his shoulder. “(y/n) is waiting for you in the closet.” He gave her a confused look, he didn't know he was part of this game. Lucy and her friends continued up the steps, Dylan swiped your cake with his finger smearing the icing and eating it. Peter yanked it away and continued down into the basement. Madonna was playing softly in the background, he put the cake on the table and made his way to the closet, opening the door. He saw you sitting there on the floor, you upon hearing the door squeak open were smiling up at him. “I didn't think you were going to come.”

He nervously smiled back at you and sat down on the floor across from you. You reached your hands out towards him. “Where are you?” He let his hands find yours, fingers intertwined in one another. He had held your hand before but this time it felt so different. He saw you lean in and he did the same. He was inches away from your lips when you whispered. “Oh Dylan.” He pulled back abruptly.

“It’s not Dylan, It’s Peter.” You yanked your hands away from his and tore the scarf away from your eyes.

“What are you doing here?” You felt panic take over you. “Where is Dylan?”

“He left. They all did, no one is here.” You stood up and saw that Peter was right. Your snack table stood untouched and Lucy, and Dylan were no where to be found. You immediately turned on Peter. “What did you do?”

Peter looked at you in disbelief. “Nothing!”

“Yes you did!” You were screaming at him at this point.

“I just went to get your cake!” He screamed back.

“Get out.” you whispered. Peter looked at you, clearly hurt that you were pushing him away. “GET OUT!” You screamed as you pushed him out of the closet.

“(y/n) wait!” He tried holding the door open as you desperately tried shutting it. “(y/n) let me talk to you!”

“Peter stop.” You cried.

“(y/n)-”

“No!” You managed to shut the door and lock it. You sat back down on the floor and put the blindfold back over your eyes.

“(y/n) Please!” You could hear Peter on the other side of the door even with your hands covering your ears. “Please come out!”

“I hate you!” You screamed as his voice stopped.

“You don’t mean that.” He muttered, tears of his own threatening to spill.

“Yes I do! I hate you! I hate me! I hate everything!” You were so angry and embarrassed and that you really thought Lucy was your friend. And that you were going to get to kiss Dylan.

“(y/n) what are you talking about?”

“I want to be thirty!” You wailed through your tears.

“Just let me play you this song.” Peter yelled back. He slung his keyboard over his head and started to mess with it trying to find the right key. “It’ll make you feel better!”

You ignored him continuing to cry. “I wanna be thirty! I wanna be thirty and flirty and thriving.” You swing your head back shaking the shelf behind you. The wishing dust from the dollhouse fell down all around you but you didn't even notice. You could faintly hear Peter playing some tune on his keyboard but you ignored it. Just muttering through your tears over and over how you wanted to be thirty, flirty and thriving. At the moment you wanted to be anywhere but there.

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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True love

9000 followers celebration - sequels

Pairing: Thor x fem!Reader, former Steve Rogers x fem!Reader, former Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark

Warnings: angst, self-doubts, comforting, fluff, Thor being a sweetheart, we talk a lot about roses, falling in love, angry Thor, soft Thor, cuddling & snuggling, implied smut

A/N: Sequel to: Wasted love

A/N: divider by @writeyourmindaway

Two weeks after you broke up with Steve and Bucky…

“You should eat something, Lady Y/N,” Thor knocks at your door once again. “My dove open the door, please. I know Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes hurt you deeply, but I’m worried about you.”

“Thor,” sighing you open the door, poking your head out, “I’m fine, promised. I just need more time to forget I wasted so much time on Steve and Bucky. I believed they love me, Thor. How could they do this to me?”

“I don’t know, my love but, if you are willing to let me in, I’d like to tell you about Asgard, my home,” Thor looks at you, offering you a single white rose. “Wanda told me the meaning of white roses, my dove.”

“Thor, you shouldn’t waste your time on me,” not giving in Thor enters your room when you open the door wider. “I’m not worth it.”

“Lady Y/N, never say things like that again,” he offers you the rose once more and you take it, sniffling silently.

“What did she tell you about the meaning of a white rose, Thor?” you watch Thor sit on your sofa, huffing as the furniture creaks under his weight.

“Lady Wanda said that a white rose represents purity, innocence, and youthfulness,” you giggle at Thor’s serious expression. He holds out his hand to bring you into his arms. You squeak, giggling again as he wraps his strong arms around you to cradle you in his arms. “She also said that white roses are often associated with first love and eternal loyalty,” you look up at Thor, giving him a soft smile as he wipes your tears off your cheeks with his thumb.

“Eternal loyalty?” humming the Asgardian looks at you in his arms, a soft smile playing on his lips. “White roses can also symbolize a new beginning and everlasting love, Y/N. I want to give you all of it.”

“Thor, I just broke up with two guys,” you sigh deeply, head resting against Thor’s shoulder. “I don’t think you want what’s left of me. I’m a fool for love and got played well. Luckily I didn’t get pregnant,” Thor growls low in his throat, already imagining you round with his child.

“You’re not a fool for loving someone, my dove,” humming you close your eyes as Thor starts to talk about Asgard, his friends, Mjolnir, and how much your smile helped his broken heart to heal. “You deserve all the love in the world, Y/N. I will give it to you.”

Only moments later you sleep peacefully in Thor’s arms for the first time since you broke things off with Steve and Bucky.

Two months later…

“No, Y/N,” Thor booms through the gym. “You will not back down only as they are here too,” the Asgardian slings one arm around your shoulders to lead you toward the treadmill. “You promised to help me train, my dove. We will ignore the men breaking your heart and have fun.”

“Fun?” you huff, looking around the gym. “Thor, training is no fun for me! I’m not a god or something. Everything aches after training, okay. Sometimes I even get a headache.”

“My love, I will rub your back and take care of you,” the smile Thor flashes you let Bucky and Steve fade into the background. “I will help you.”

“I’ll take your offer with pleasure,” you laugh as Thor scoops you up easily to carry you toward the treadmill. “Hey, what are you doing?” Instead of placing you onto your feet, Thor starts to run on the treadmill, you still in his arms.

“Training, my love,” Thor smirks, giving Bucky and Steve an angry look as they dared to look at you in his arms. “This way I’ll get stronger to protect you and you, my dove, won’t feel exhausted.”

“I like that kind of training,” you giggle, hiding your face in Thor’s chest. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, Y/N…”

Four months later…

“Oh. My. God,” you look at the huge bouquet of roses in Thor’s arms as he walks into the common room. “How many roses did you buy?” giggling you watch Thor’s eyes light up when you rush toward him to sniff at the roses.

“It’s your birthday, my little one,” Thor smiles widely. “Wanda said red roses symbolize love and romance. I want to show you someone is loving you. I will wait for you, my dove,” pressing one hand to your heart you miss Steve’s pained expression as you start to sob uncontrollably.

“Oh, Thor,” you gasp when Thor hands you the roses. He brought two hundred and twenty-five and your legs give in. “Heavy.”

“Let me help you, Y/N,” Thor smirks at Bucky who gives him a bitch face as he doesn’t like Thor picks you up in bridal style to help you carry the roses toward your room.

“We will need so many vases, Thor,” not taking your eyes off the roses you smile as Thor doesn’t even know how much his gesture means to you. “Thank you, Thor.”

“Anytime, my love…”

Six months later…

“That’s beautiful,” you knew about Thor’s powers, even saw him fight using thunder and lightning but when he illuminates the sky only for you your heart begins to flutter.

You don’t see Steve and Bucky sulk in a corner, watching you step closer to Thor to stand on tiptoes. The tall Asgardian watches you with an amused smile when you cup his face to press your lips clumsily to his chin.

“You’re too tall,” whining you look up at Thor. He doesn’t hesitate. His hands grasp for your waist to lift you easily. “Better,” your arms wrap around his neck before you press your lips softly against Thor’s. “That was the greatest thunder and lightning I ever saw.”

“You liked it, Y/N?” mumbling the words against your lips Thor wraps his arms around you. “I’ll always give you the most beautiful thunder and lighting if you want me to.”

“I want you to,” you breathe against his lips. “Just give me a bit more time. I feel safe and loved around you, but I’m still scared of loving someone again.”

“I will give you time, my love. Just asked me to be there and I will, anytime – my dove…”

Eight months later…

“You look beautiful tonight, my love,” Thor compliments, holding out his arm to lead you into the ballroom. Natasha and Wanda helped you decide on a ballgown. It’s a simple blue robe with a slit, revealing your left leg. “No other woman can compare to you,” you smile up at Thor like he’s the sun and Steve feels like someone punched him in the guts.

“I hate it,” Steve grumbles, grasping for yet another drink which won’t ease the feeling in his stomach. “She should’ve been ours.”

“She was yours, Capsicle,” Tony flashes your former lovers a smile. Hell, you let the girl go. I don’t want to know why you messed up, but you did. Let Y/N be happy. If you try to intervene or if I see you only staring into her direction to make her feel unease, I’ll look for a way to get my hands-on a cryostasis chamber.”

“Y/N shouldn’t be with him,” Bucky grunts. “We messed up, okay. No reason for her to fall in love with that alien punk,” Wanda snickers at Bucky’s words, still, she slaps the back of his head.

“If Tony doesn’t punish you for disturbing Y/N’s date, I’ll do so. She deserves happiness. None of you was ready to give her love and devotion. You are selfish little men who used her for their pleasure,” Wanda pokes her finger into Bucky’s chest, giving him a bitch face. “Thor is the one she needs to heal the wounds you caused. Now shush and let her have a dance with the man loving her unconditionally.”

Almost 12 months later…

“My dove, oh-All-father, help me not to fall more for my queen,” Thor groans, falling onto the mattress with a loud thud. His chest heaves up and down as you crawl up his body, flashing him a grin. “You defeated me, my love.”

“I like little one more,” you whine, hiding your face in Thor’s neck. “I never thought that I can defeat a god,” Thor grins, ogling your naked form on top of his sweat-slicked body. “But I did.”

“You did, my dove,” his large hand runs up and down your back, tickling you with featherlight touches. “What you did with your mouth and hands, and your secret garden was divine.”

“Did you just call my pussy a secret garden?” giggling you cup Thor’s face to press soft kisses to his chin. “I like it, my king.”

“My mother used to call it like that or it’s similar to the words she used in our tongue. It described the secrets a woman is hiding from other men. That she will only find true satisfaction and fulfillment with the rightful man by her side and inside of her.”

“That’s beautiful and kinda dirty at the same time. I like it, Thor,” you rest your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes to inhale his scent. “Thank you for giving me back my trust in love, Thor. I know that I can trust you with my heart.”

“You can, my little one,” Thor purrs, hands shamelessly moving to your ass to grope it. “Now that I tasted your nectar, I’m a helpless slave to you, my dove,” humming you slide your fingers over his chest, drawing patterns with your fingertips. “I never want to taste anyone else’s.”

“I don’t want anyone else to taste my,” you giggle again, looking up at Thor, “nectar either, my king.”

Now…

“A ring? He got her a ring?” Steve chokes on the water he tried to drink. “When did that happen? Why? And how?”

“Last week. He wants to propose as they love each other,” Wanda shrugs, hiding her smirk poorly. “That’s all I know.”

“I heard them last night,” Bucky sighs. “He said something about her secret garden or crap again. I still don’t know what this means.”

“You don’t want to know,” Steve grits out. “I guess, we must congratulate them sooner or later Buck. This is our doing. If only we saw her sooner.”

“You snooze you lose,” Wanda giggles, walking out of the common room.

“Or we could just snatch her out of his hands, Stevie,” Bucky grins, forming a plan. “I got an idea…”

“It’s beautiful, Thor. Stop saying the ring is not perfect,” you close your eyes when Thor wraps his arms around your waist. “I don’t want a better ring. This one shows your love and devotion to me, my king. I really like it.”

“My dove,” Thor looks at the ring he got from a gumball machine, “I wanted it to be perfect. The ring I got was perfect. Then those monsters stole it and I had no other choice but to give you this one,” he points toward the pink ring on your finger. “I will get you a better one.”

“No, I like it,” you whine. “Let me have this one. I don’t care if it’s made of plastic or gold. You are the man I love, and I will marry you. A diamond ring or not,” you glare at Bucky and Steve who awkwardly watch you and Thor. “Don’t think we do not know it was you.”

“My dove let me bring you to our room,” Thor booms before a bolt of lightning strikes right next to Steve and Bucky. “Our bond is unbroken. Leave us be.”

“We lost,” Bucky hangs his head in shame. “How could I steal the ring? I’m no better than a criminal,” Steve nods, watching you and Thor walk toward your room.

“Let’s give it back, apologize, and wish them well. Y/N, she looks happy, Buck. Happier than with us,” admitting his defeat Steve looks at his friend. “We need to admit, Thor is Y/N’s true love, not us.”

“I hate it – but you’re right, Stevie…”

----

“I like it! I don’t want the other ring, Thor,” you purse your lips when Thor offers you the diamond ring Bucky and Steve gave back. “Let me keep this one till our wedding day. I like it.”

“I will do anything for you, anytime, my love…”

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0dirty-deals0 · 4 years

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Can I request hc of the boys' reaction to mc doing the walking in naked tik tok challenge? I'd love it if you add a little bit nsfw to it. Thanks in advance if you decide to write it!! Hope you're doing well!

Brothers react to MC doing the Walk in Naked Challenge:

Warnings: N/S/F/W-ISH CONTENT AHEAD! READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL

Lucifer:

You can hear the record in his hand drop to the floor with a soft metallic thud as he watches you remove your robe in front of him.

You can't help but let out a soft giggle when you see his usual pokerface turn to a flustered look for just a split second. That look is soon replaced with a much darker expression and the smirk he gives you soon make you feel weak in the knees.

"Well, Mc, I knew you were bold but this is a surprise."

You feel your words get stuck at the back of your throat and you feel a chill run down your spine when you hear him chuckle. He approaches you swiftly and covers your D.D.D. camera with his hand before giving you a featherlight teasing kiss that leaves you leaning in for something more.

"Starlight, while I don't mind an audience, I suggest you shut off your D.D.D. quick before I continue."

You do as your told and the moment your phone is placed down somewhere you'll soon forget, you're pulled close to him and pinned down onto his bed. You can't help but let out a small whimper when you feel his breathe so close to your ear.

"Where's that boldness of yours now? It's so adorable how you think you can catch me so offguard like that."

Mammon:

He's speechless the moment he sees you disrobe, you were almost certain you broke him because of how unusually quiet he became.

"Babe, you doing okay?"

You let out a small laugh when all he can do is give a quick and eager nod. You decide to help him out by walking over to him. He's quick to wraps his arms around your waist and rest his head on your bare stomach, letting out a blissful sigh at the feeling of your warm skin against his.

"Speechless?"

"Fuck, treasure. Give a demon a warning, will you? Almost gave me a heart attack."

"Can demons actually get heart attacks?"

"Fuck if I know."

You shudder when you feel him start to kiss lower and lower until he reaches your v-line. Before you're able to shut off your D.D.D. he's quick to stop you.

"No, keep on going."

"B-But, Mammon."

"No use getting flustered now, Mc. You started this, now I want you to record just how greedy I am for you."

Leviathan:

You had to stop yourself from doubling over from laughter the moment he let out a rather loud yelp. His game was left forgotten while he stared at you, still in disbelief that you were currently naked in front of him.

"I- Mc, you're naked," he says with a slight tremble in his voice, his face growing redder with each passing second.

"Mhmm."

"A-and you're recording."

You don't answer his last question and instead choose to walk over to him, kneeling down and resting your cheek on one of his thighs. You give him playful smile and you can hear his breath hitch the moment you do so.

"I was... so close to video calling my teammates," he says as he lets his shaky hands run through your hair.

"Oh?" You can feel him tremble as you let your free hand slide up his leg. "Well then, it's lucky that I caught you at the right time, or else you might have to share me."

"M-Mc," despite his stutter as he says your name, you know that tone in his voice. He hates sharing you with other people, just the thought of it is enough to leave him agitated.

"Say, remember when you said that you wished you could record me so you could remember that I was yours?"

You hand him your D.D.D. and rest your hands at the hem of his pants. Taking the hint, he starts to aim the camera towards you, his body shaking from the excitement he was currently feeling.

"Mc, are you serious-?"

"What do you want me to do, Levi?"

You let out a soft groan as the hand in your hair finally tightens and eggs you on to continue and stop teasing him.

"Please, please show me that you're all mine, Mc."

Satan:

The moment the towel is dropped, there is nothing but a pindrop silence between you two for a while, save for the god awful drama you were watching with him playing in the background.

"... I knew the drama was boring but fuck, Mc."

"It was really that terrible sex scene that egged me on to do this."

He lets out a soft laugh and scoots over to sit on the edge of your bed, he doesn't say anything but his eyes on the otherhand do. You walk over to him and sit yourself on one of his thighs, your free hand wrapping itself around his neck while his own hands rest themselves on your thighs.

"Such a needy little pet you are."

"Not like you'd have it any other way."

A loud gunshot makes you both jump, your moment together momentarily ruined by the actress crying on screen. While your eyes are glued to the screen, Satan's eyes begin to wander to the recording D.D.D. still in your hand. He gets a brilliant idea all of the sudden.

You're flipped onto the bed with ease and your D.D.D. is now in the hands of Satan himself. Feeling shy all of the sudden you try to cover your face but Satan reaches out to stop you from doing so.

"Say, Mc. Do you think I could make you scream loud enough to drown out the tv's sound?" Pinning your hands above your head, he starts to leave teasingly light kisses on your neck that leave you squirming and whimpering for some rougher contact.

"Why don't we star in our own little drama, what do you say, kitten?"

Asmodeus:

He lets out an excited squeal the moment your robes drop to the floor, he's off his bed and striding over to you, hands quickly finding themselves roaming your body.

"Oh! It must be my birthday today if you're being so needy for once," he nuzzles his face into your neck and lets out a content sigh at the warm feeling of your skin. "I'm a bit sad I couldn't pull this stunt on you first, though. Oh, Mc, you naughty, naughty, human."

Your giggles soon turn to breathy moans and whines as his kisses soon turn to hickies and bites. He starts to guide you onto the bed and doesn't let up on the marking, his hands start to make their way onto your chest and you can feel yourself losing your grip on your D.D.D.

"Oh, I didn't even know you were recording!" He helps guide your hands so your shakily aiming the camera towards him.

"Asmo, I-I don't think I can,"

"Shush, Mc, you started it, and I've always dreamed of recording you and me getting busy." His kisses start to go lower and lower until his close to where you want him the most.

"You always drive me crazy, Mc. It's no fair that a human like you can do this to me."

Beelzebub:

Poor guy was so shocked when your towel fell that he dropped the cake he was eating onto your bed, his face turning bright red at the suddeness of it all. You gasped at the mess but didn't have much time to react as you were quickly pulled into a tight hug. You can feel his heart beat fast against your bare skin.

"Beel-"

"It's unfair that you get to look so cute while pulling a trick like that."

You can feel him leaving soft kisses on the top of your head and you start to melt at the soft affection he's giving you.

"You look so sweet too..."

You don't have much time to react as he sweeps you off your feet and lays you onto the bed, kissing you and letting his hands roam all over you. You're rendered out of breathe rather quickly and you're only brought back to reality after feeling something cold come into contact with your stomach.

"What-?"

"It's the cake."

"That fell on my bed?"

He doesn't answer and instead chooses to lick off the cream now coating you, causing you to squeal and squirm at the sensation.

Your D.D.D. is left laying beside you, thankfully shutting itself off after a while, but that's the last thing on your mind as you feel his lips press against yours once more, the sweet taste of the cake now more apparent than before.

"You're so tasty, Mc. It's okay for me to taste a bit more, right?"

Belphegor:

You needed a more physical approach with him since he was usually asleep, and you needed to be careful with your approach as well. You started by kneeling by the edge of your bed, playing with his hair and letting it tickle his face. When he started to turn over onto his back, a sign he gave you when he wanted you to lay on top of him, you instead began to straddle him, resting your ass against his crotch.

He lets out a gasp at the sudden pressure and sleepily begins to wake up, ready to whine and tell you that you're disturbing his nap. His words die quickly in his throat when he sees you letting your robes fall off your shoulders, letting your top half be exposed. This wasn't really the challenge but you still got a kick out of his sleepy yet flustered expression anyway.

"Aren't you just a sly fox...?"

"Subtle teasing doesn't always work on you."

He chuckles and mutters out a, 'Well, that is true' before pulling you down onto the bed to spoon you. He grabs your D.D.D. out of your hand, ignoring your protests, and places it on your nightstand before wrapping both his arms around your waist.

"This feels so nice..."

You let yourself get comfortable in his hold, assuming that the two of you won't go any further than this because of how he seems to relax behind you. You were dead wrong if you thought he wasn't going to get back at you for not only disrupting his sleep but also teasing him like that.

You can feel him start to grind against you and the hands around your waist soon find themselves on your chest, pinching and massaging them. He lets out a low chuckle when you let out a sudden gasp at his administrations.

"Since you had your fun teasing and recording me, I'm sure you don't mind me getting a bit of payback, right Mc?"

Others: Holy fucking shit this took me ages to write because I had no idea how to approach it. I'm so sorry if this is so off topic to the original request! Still, despite being shit at writing smut I had loads of fun with this! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #omnsfw #n/s/f/w

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nbrook29 · 3 years

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robbe 1️⃣8️⃣

Warning: This is smutty, proceed with caution if it’s not your jam ;)

ao3

If anybody asked Robbe, bad weather in the summer should be illegal. Because what the hell? He needs sun rays and blue sky like he needs oxygen, he wants 30+ degrees temperatures and not a single cloud above, and he always welcomes it with all the small inconveniences it brings along, like clammy skin mere minutes after showering or freckles covering his nose and arms. So when it’s August and it’s raining, sorry, pouring buckets, sue him if he turns into a whiny mess for a bit. That’s just who he is.

Or, that’s who he was. Because right now, lying on a soft cloud-like throw blanket in a not-his t-shirt and sweatpants, head a mess of wild damp curls, fuzzy socks on his feet tangled with another pair, he’s feeling pretty good.

Even though the original scenario for his birthday was supposed to be different.

It all started at 12:00 am sharp with a dorky text from Sander because of course it did.

Sander: Hey there you sexy thing

Heard you're legal now 👅

Robbe: Omg sander 🙈

Sander: Yes, that's what you'll be screaming today during our own little celebration 😈

Robbe almost spat out the water he was drinking, face burning hot as he tried to assess whether anybody was paying him any attention.

Robbe: SHSHDHSHSJSJS STOP

Sander: I'll do that thing you like 😏👅

Robbe: IM WITH MY PARENTS DICKHEAD

Sander: Am I bothering you cutie? 😏

Robbe: Yessssss 😩 my face is all red they're gonna know what's up

Sander: I think *I* know what is up 😏🍆

Robbe: 🤣 GO COOL OFF

Sander: Hehe

No but for real now

Happy birthday! 🥰🥳😘❤🎂

I love you SO much ❤❤❤💯

Robbe: Thank youuuu baby 😊😘

Sander: Can't believe you're an adult *wipes a tear*

You'll always be my baby tho ❤

Robbe: Haha yes ❤❤

Sander: I'll be waiting for you at 4 pm

Robbe: But where??

Sander: 😌

Robbe: Sanderrr tell me

Sander: Nope

Goodnight 😌

Sander absolutely loves to tease him and keep him at the edge of the seat which is why he told him the place only half an hour before their meeting, for which Robbe intended to tell him off. That is until he actually got to Park Spoor Noord and saw his boyfriend lounging on grass, blanket underneath him, surrounded by Robbe’s favorite food and wearing the most charming smile as soon as their eyes met.

And he got him a sunflower. A sunflower. How cute is that?

Needless to say, there was no telling off, Robbe didn’t exactly find time for it between kisses and laughs and Sander feeding him croques and fries and cupcakes (which Sander baked and decorated himself, swearing for dear life the small thingies made from frosting on top were not dicks, but Robbe knows him too well to believe him).

And then all hell broke loose and the storm that had been loudly talked about in the media came to Antwerp and made a puddle out of the two of them.

They looked really miserable, but somehow Robbe couldn’t care less as they were running to Sander’s house holding hands, water in their shoes, the sunflower cradled carefully underneath his shirt, huge smiles on their faces as they finally got there, tripping in their haste to get inside.

The hot shower that followed next and Sander taking the lead oh so well will definitely rank in the top 5 moments of Robbe’s life. He’s very grateful Sander’s parents are on holiday in London because he’s not sure he’d ever be able to look them in the eyes otherwise.

Afterwards, Sander made them ice coffee and handed Robbe his real gift which turned out to be a long weekend in Paris a week from now, shutting him up with a kiss when Robbe was about to protest and complain about it being too expensive.

Since the concert they were supposed to go to was canceled due to poor weather conditions, they resorted to eating cake in Sander’s bed and watching the show Robbe had been talking about for weeks now. Sander, being the thoughtful and amazing boyfriend that he is, graciously agreed to Robbe’s birthday wish and sat him down between his legs, kissed the side of his face, brought his laptop closer and pressed play, as Robbe made himself comfy in his arms, the smile that originated at midnight not slipping off even for a second.

***

Another thunder strikes the night sky and Robbe jumps involuntarily, only a little, more from shock than actual fear, but it doesn’t stop Sander from tightening his arms around him, lips grazing delicately the lobe of his ear.

“Don’t worry, Robin, I will protect you,” he whispers with a teasing note in his voice, grunting when a well-aimed elbow meets his side.

“Shut up, I’m not scared.”

Sander’s only reply is a low chuckle and a kiss on that sweet spot under Robbe’s ear that never fails to send a shiver down his spine. Without barely having to move at all considering how close they are, he tilts his head and noses along Sander’s defined jaw, leaving a peck or two on his cheek.

“Now shush, I can’t focus.” He unceremoniously turns away from Sander’s searching lips, a sly grin on his face when he hears an affronted huff.

“Oh I see how it is, you-”

“Shhhh, Wille is talking.”

Robbe loves to be a little shit sometimes, especially if he wants to get a certain reaction from his huffy other half.

“Look how cute he is.” He has to press his lips hard to keep the giggle in when Sander whines in protest.

“Stoooop, why are you being mean to me.” He now has a full-blown pout on his face. “Jerk.”

The laughter finally comes out and Robbe pauses the show, cooing at Sander’s little frowny face and brushing the runaway strands away from his forehead, leaning up to press a kiss there too.

“It’s okay, I still think you’re the cutest prince in the entire kingdom.” He runs a thumb over his jutting lower lip, kissing it once, twice, three times, until the corners of Sander’s mouth pull up.

“Whatever. Simon is cuter than the other one anyway.”

Robbe grins cheekily. “You just think that because he has curly hair like me.” Sander’s jaw drops at that.

“Wow,” he exclaims, voice faux-scandalous as he shakes his head at Robbe. “Someone’s cocky today.”

“It’s my birthday so it’s allowed.” Winking at him obnoxiously, he turns back to the screen, hands reaching for Sander’s arms to wrap them around himself again as he settles in his embrace with a content sigh before pressing play.

Sander’s quiet behind him for a second, and then his lips touch his ear again, tongue slightly peeking out to play and lick the shell of his ear with just the tip, hot air hitting Robbe’s skin turning his insides into mush, butchering his focus again just as Sander purrs, “I think it’s hot when you’re like that.”

There’s something important happening on screen, but Robbe can’t make any sense of the subtitles because Sander’s lips continue their path down the column of his throat, stopping for a second to suck a kiss in the middle, killing any rational thought Robbe might have had. His hand rushes to Sander’s head to keep him there without his permission, eyes closing as he sighs when the kiss turns into licks and nips to the thin skin.

“Do you think he could kiss you and touch you like that?”

The question breaks the fog in Robbe’s brain for a second, and he barks a laugh at the slight possessiveness in Sander’s voice that’s poorly hidden under a joking tone.

“Like what?” He presses, excitement bubbling in his stomach when one of Sander’s hands sneaks underneath his t-shirt, fingers grazing the skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake as they finally reach the place Robbe needs them most.

“Like that.” He flicks his nipple with those black-polish covered nails of his that make him look so hot Robbe’s head spins. “For starters.” He keeps it up, tugging and pinching unhurriedly, with a dirty smirk growing on his face that Robbe can just feel on his collarbone, and he pulls on his hair as he arches his back a little, seeking more of those skillful fingers.

With his hooded eyes, he can see Sander closing the laptop and putting it away quickly before his other hand joins in the fun, a featherlight touch to the growing bulge in his sweatpants, nothing more than teasing for now.

When Sander’s teeth tug at his earring, Robbe lets out a frustrated whine because it’s too much and not enough at the same time, and his boyfriend reads him like a book because he pulls the t-shirt off him to gain full access, mouth latching on his neglected nipple just as his hand dives inside his pants. It doesn’t grant him any relief though, bypassing his dick completely and traveling lower, caressing the soft skin, one finger running back and forth without reaching any further, and Robbe grabs Sander’s thigh in desperation.

“Sander...”

“You didn’t answer me,” Sander whispers in a sweet sweet voice.

“Whaa?” It takes a second for Robbe to understand what he’s asking and he would laugh if his body wasn’t on fire, Sander playing him like a violin.

Also, this playful possessiveness is getting to him, whether he likes it or not.

He does though. Like it.

Oh fuck, he likes it so much.

“Tell me, baby,” Sander breathes into his mouth as he reaches for something Robbe doesn’t see, and he can hear in his voice how it affects him too, can feel him against his lower back, rubbing himself off with minuscule moves, clearly struggling to hold back.

“You, just you-, fuuuuck,” Robbe’s cut off when two lubed fingers press inside him at the confession, back arching slightly, the feeling so intense he keens and searches blindly for Sander’s lips. Thankfully, Sander doesn’t waste any time and plunges his tongue inside his mouth, swallowing the little whines that escape them with each twist of his fingers.

The rocking behind him gets faster and this is not how Robbe wants this to end so he breaks the kiss, ignoring Sander’s protests as he pulls away from him, only to pull his pants off completely, green eyes following his every move like he’s ready to pounce, and the need inside Robbe’s stomach only grows. He tugs impatiently at Sander’s sweatpants, biting his lip when his hard cock slaps his abdomen, the smirk dancing on Sander’s lips at his reaction liquefying his insides and he crawls closer to him, needing his touch to ground him.

“You’re still good to go?” He loves how even when it’s hot and heavy Sander still remembers to check in with him.

“Uh-huh,” is the only thing he can come up with now, especially when Sander’s hand settles on his hip bringing them so close there’s no space left between them, guiding his movements just like Robbe likes. He kisses his glistening neck, licking the sweat of his body as Robbe reaches behind to position his slick cock at his entrance, forehead resting against Sander’s as he sinks down fast.

He gasps at the feeling of fullness because it’s always a lot, but Sander’s hands are always there, brushing his sides in a comforting motion, even when his own body is probably screaming at him to move.

“Happy birthday to me,” Robbe lets out a shaky chuckle that ends up in a gasp when Sander laughs too and involuntarily moves inside him. He’s quick to lick into his lips and distract him from the momentary discomfort, and once he’s done with him, the overwhelming need is back double force.

Sander notices right away, guiding Robbe’s hips to keep grinding for a while before planting his feet on the bed and holding them in place giving several hard jabs that make Robbe hide his face in his neck, cries leaving his mouth with each thrust.

“Like that?”

Robbe just nods helplessly, mouth leaving a wet trail on his skin, but Sander doesn’t seem to mind because he continues his pace, completely taking over once Robbe’s thighs give out and turning him into a mess.

“You’re so hot like this, fuck.” The strain in Sander’s voice tells him he’s getting close so he goes back to bouncing, meeting him in the middle, and it only takes a minute for things to become too much, Sander’s uncoordinated jerks when he’s coming triggering Robbe’s orgasm too.

They stay like that, cooling off while kissing lazily, tongues sliding against each other, but without a rush for now.

Sander pulls back first, their lips smacking when they disconnect. "I'm sorry today didn't work out." Scrunching up his face, he reaches to comb through Robbe's hair consolingly. He leans into the touch before cuddling even closer, seeking warmth when the cold air makes goosebumps appear on his heated skin.

"But I loved today, really. We can go to a concert another time." He kisses the underside of his jaw, sighing dreamily. "And I can't wait for Paris with you."

#wtfock #not my best work in a long shot #im sorry robbe :(#you deserve better

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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🎁🔥GUESS WHO?🔥🎁

Prompt: Y/N’s first day back to work from her vacation is also coincidentally her birthday, as the day goes by, one mysterious box is placed on her work table. The content of it is a devious surprise and Y/N needs to find out who is the mysterious person who dared to give her such a kinky birthday present.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, bondage(handcuffs), use of a vibrator, fingering, rough sex, mentions of voyeurism, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, cursing.

My Roman lovers: @ziasaph, @reigns-5sos, @mindofasagittaruis

Notes: What a better way to start 2021, then with a Roman kinky fic?! I wish you all a Happy New Year loves, may 2021 be kinder to us all. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Happy birthday, to you..” I turn around to the sound of a person singing, just to see Sasha Banks holding a chocolate cupcake and a present bag on her hands.

“Hi Sasha.” I smiled

“Happy birthday babe!” Sasha ran up to me, placing the cupcake on my working table and hugging me tightly.

“Thanks Sasha”

This was my first day back from my vacation, and coincidentally it was also my birthday, so I was excited to see some of the good friends I’ve made while working for the WWE as a chiropractor.

“Here this is for you!” Sasha handed me a present bag.

“Oh Sasha, you really didn’t have to-“

“Shush! I love you, so of course I would pamper you on your birthday” Sasha said as I opened the bag to find a pair of Louboutin’s I had my eyes on for quite sometime, but couldn’t afford it.

“Sasha, are you insane? I can’t accept these! It’s way too expensive!” I gasped

“I am perfectly sane, you will accept these and I don’t care if you think they’re too expensive! I love you, you’re one of my best friends in this company and a human being with a heart made of gold. So if there is someone who deserves these is you” She happily said

“Sasha, I don’t even know how to thank you enough” I whispered with tears on my eyes

“Just say you will be my friend forever babe” She winked

“I don’t need presents to be your friend love”

“That’s why I gave it to you. I don’t care how much they cost, I just want to make my best friend happy on her birthday”

I hugged her and whispered ‘thank you’ on her ear

“So, who else has came here today?” She asked

“Oh! Bayley, Charlotte, Xavier, Kofi, Cesaro, Big E, Alexa, Naomi, Jey, Becky, Seth, Finn, Renee and Dean” I said, listing my close friends

“I was the last one then? Damn it!”

“It’s ok, I know you were busy today love”

“So...no Roman?” She whispered

“No, no Roman” I answered slightly disappointed.

Sasha along with Bayley and Renee were the only 3 people who knew about my stupid crush on Roman Reigns. It’s so stupid of me to think that a man like him would ever look at someone like me.

If he would ever look at someone on this company, it wouldn’t be the thick girl who worked as a chiropractor and yes one of the beautiful toned Divas of this company.

But still I couldn’t help but daydream about having him on top of me.

“Maybe he doesn’t know it’s your birthday?” Sasha tried to make it less uncomfortable

“Really Sasha? He’s friends with Dean! Everybody knows Dean is an open mouth, loud as fuck and can’t keep it to himself not even if his life depended on it...Roman just chose to ignore it, and it’s fine. We’re not close or anything so, I wasn’t expecting him to show up at my office door and fuck me on top of this table” I lied while chuckling weirdly

“Let’s be honest babe, everybody secretly wants Roman Reigns to fuck them on top of a table!” We both laughed at her statement before she continued “It’s his loss anyways babe”

“Yeah I guess so...”

I was making my way back to my office, from the women’s locker room, when a big black box with a golden ribbon called my attention on top of my desk.

“What the hell?” I said as I approached the box carefully. All of my closest friends had already wished me a happy birthday and gave me their presents so this was, to say the least, weird and unexpected.

I saw a blood red card on top of it, so I opened to find the handwritten saying

‘I hope these will make your birthday night unforgettable. Can you guess who’ve bought these for you? ;)’

Ok, that’s pretty fucking weird! I thought

From the corner of my eye I saw Sasha passing by and loudly whispered

“Sasha! Come here”

She entered my office “What’s up girl? Are you ok? You look scared”

I closed my office door and locked, and made my way back to the table by her side.

“Ok, I’m feeling a little paranoid. I just came back to my office to find this box and this card. Here” I handed the card to her and she red silently.

“Did you look what’s inside of it?” Sasha said

“Nope. And to be honest I don’t know if I can..what if it’s like a prank or something?”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out Y/N”

She opened the box, inside of it there was a fancy red paper, I took it out of the way to reveal what was underneath it and I tell you I almost passed out.

Inside the box there was a lavender and purple (my favorite colors) vibrator, it was actually pretty cute...two pairs of handcuffs, lube, nipples clamps and a whip.

“Oh my gosh” Sasha gasped as she took the clamps on one hand and the whip on the other. “Someone wants to get kinky with you girl!” She examined the items carefully

“What in the actual fuck?” I whispered shocked “Give me that!” I took the items out of her hand, shoved back into the box and quickly closed with the black lid.

“Jesus, I can get fired if someone sees that in my office! Who the hell would do that?”

“Someone who wants to get some! And wants it rough” She chuckled

“Sasha it’s not funny! I could not have a job tomorrow morning if someone from the company found these”

“Who do you think did this?” She asked seriously

“How am I supposed to know? I have no fucking clue!”

“Maybe someone who’s name starts with an R...” She smirked

“R?... What ar-... Oh hell no! Nu uh, that’s impossible!” She couldn’t be implying that Roman was behind this, was he? No! Of course not, that’s a dumb thing to think of...but a part of me wished it was him, even though I know it wasn’t.

“Why impossible? You’re a gorgeous woman Y/N! You two would make a beautiful couple, plus, I‘ve seen his handwriting before and I’m pretty sure it’s quite similar to this one” She said as she inspected the card closely.

“Obviously someone wants to make fun out of me, so I’ll just pretend this never happened” I took the card out of her hand and shoved inside the box.

“Or someone has an eye on you for a while and decided to finally make a move”

“Sasha, please don’t tell this to anyone”

“Your secret is safe with me babe. Just promise that when your secret admirer finally show up, you’ll tell me if you guys made a good use of his presents” She laughed

“You’re the worst!” I laughed along

I made my way back to my hotel room later that evening with my hands so full of packages I could barely walk. I opened the door and carefully placed the bags, along with the black box, on the floor.

I went to the bed and sat down on the edge, while I stared at the box.

*Could Sasha be right? Could it be Roman who did this?* Was the only thought that crossed my mind

I decided to forget all about it and take a shower to wash off the day.

As I was rinsing my hair I heard some noise coming from the bedroom

*What the hell was that?*

I blamed on my super active mind and turned the shower off.

I got changed into some clean oversized t- shirt, and went full on commando. I was brushing my damp hair, when I decided to lay out the contents of the black box on the bed.

I roamed my eyes on each item slowly, until they stopped on the lavender and purple happiness. I turned the vibrator on and felt slightly tempted to use it.

*Oh fuck it! Happy birthday to me I guess”

I got rid of the t-shirt and lay down on the bed naked.

I closed my eyes, letting my mind imagine my wet dream, in form of a man... his face, his body, his cock and how I wish I could feel it inside of me, stretching me as I teased my clit with the vibrator.

I moaned Roman’s name and heard someone clear their throat on the foot of the bed. My eyes shot open and my heart nearly stopped beating when I saw who was in front of me. The vision was so unexpected that I even forgot I was naked.

“I see you liked my gift then” He smirked

“Wh- What are you doing here? How did you get inside of my room?” I whispered

“Does it matter?” His eyes had an evil glimpse to it

“Roman... I- I can explain” I begin to stutter

He placed his index finger on his lips in a shh motion and I stopped talking. He hungrily stared at every inch of my naked body, making me feel quite self conscious of the imperfections of it. I grabbed the blanket to cover my nakedness, he notice what I was about to do and yanked the blankets off the bed

“I’ve been waiting for years to see you like this, so don’t you dare cover yourself from me now”

He took off his shirt and pants leaving only his boxers on, from where I was laying I could see the outline of his hard cock and the wet spot of pre cum near of it’s head. He crawled on top of me slowly, like a predator, with dangerous eyes that were glued to my own.

“At first I was only gonna watch you... I wanted to see you pleasure yourself with my gifts, but when I saw your body fully naked on this bed moaning my name” He grunted “I couldn’t control myself, I couldn’t see this” He took the vibrator off my hand and placed on the bed by our side “Having all the fun with you, enjoying every part of your beautiful body, stretching your sweet pussy while my own cock only got to watch, he wants to have his own fun with you baby girl. He wants to make you feel real good” He leaned closer to my face, his lips brushing mine as he asked “Do you want that Y/N? Do you want my cock to make you feel good? Do you want it to stretch you out baby? Do you want it to fuck you hard and rough? Or do you prefer it slow and sweet? Do you want me to fuck you from behind?...Or maybe I should eat you out first huh? Eat that sweet pussy until you’re begging me to stop, I can’t wait to feel you come on my mouth...around my cock,milking it really nice” He growled “Tell me Y/N, what do you want?”

“I want it all, I want everything” I panted as he dry humped me

“Will you let me do whatever I want with you baby girl? What I’ve always wanted to do?”

“Yes”

He smiled satisfied, leaning to kissed me roughly and sloppily as he grabbed both of my wrists into one of his big hands pining it over my head.

“If anything I do bothers you or you feel like your not feeling it or don’t like it, you let me know ok?”

I nodded

“I need words baby girl”

“Yes, I understand”

“Good” He smiled and I felt something cold close around my wrists. I looked up to see the handcuffs around my wrists being closed on the headboard of the bed. Roman sat up and looked down do my naked body at his disposal.

“Fuck, you’re such a gorgeous sight” He said as he palmed his hard cock through his boxers. “I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside you” He panted

“Roman, please do something” I whispered

His hands roamed the sides of my body until he stopped at my breasts as his hands squeezed them hard while pinching my nipples.

“These were made just for me. Do you see how they perfectly fit my hands? I can only imagine how even more beautiful your breasts will look with my cock sliding in between them” His eyes were glued on my breasts.

I tugged at my handcuffed hands, begging “Roman, please, I need- something”

“Let’s take a look on this pussy...are you wet for me Y/N?”

“Soaked”

He raised his eyebrows “Really? Let‘s see” Two of his fingers slides through my folds “Fuck baby girl, you are soaked. Jesus, we won’t even need lube” His fingers traced lazy circles around my clit, making me moan in pleasure. One callused finger slipped inside of me.

“Oh baby girl, you’re so tight, fuck I will barely be able to move. I can’t wait to feel your sweet little pussy stretch around my cock”

He took his finger out and cleaned with his tongue, humming in pleasure to the taste of my juices.

“You taste amazing, Y/N. Fuck I need more” He slide down my body placing his head between my thighs. His tongue gave a long lick from my entrance to my clit sucking it. Making his way back to my entrance again dipping his tongue inside of me, beginning to fuck me with his tongue.

“Oh my god, Roman, please fuck me! I need you inside of me please” I whined

“As you wish baby” He smirked

He slides his cock through my folds to lube it up, then places the head of his cock at my entrance

“Are you sure about this baby girl? ‘Cause once I start I won’t be able to stop myself”

“Roman, just fuck me already would you?” I said impatiently

He chuckled lightly saying “Easy tiger, we’ll take this slow, I don’t want to hurt you” Roman leaned down to peck my lips and returned to his previous position.

He started to slowly slide inside of me, inch by inch, painfully slow. He’s the biggest man I’ve ever been with, so I knew that we needed to take it slow, but fuck he feels so good I just wish he would roughly thrust into me, so I wiggle my hips to take more of him.

“Fuck Y/N, slow down! You’re too tight and I’m not exactly small, if you keep rushing things you’re gonna end up hurting yourself and I don’t want that”

“I know is just that your cock feels so fucking good, I just want you to fuck me Ro”

“Trust me baby, there’s nothing that I want more then fuck you senseless, but I want you to enjoy it as well ok?” He kissed my nose then my lips

When all of him was finally inside of me we both moaned loudly, I’ve never felt so full before and it was both a dream and a nightmare

“Motherfucker! Jesus fuck Y/N, you’re so fuckin- Oh my god.. I gotta focus ‘cuz I feel like at the slightest move I’ll cum” He pressed his forehead to mine as his thumb slowly traced circles on my clit.

“Roman” I gasped “Please don’t tease me like that, fuck it feels so fucking good” I cried as I felt my walls tighten around him

“Oh fuck!” Roman growled loudly “Don’t do that baby girl, don’t squeeze my cock like that, you’re gonna make m-“

“Move,please” I circled my hips

“Fuck it” He said as he forcefully grabbed my hips and begin to quickly thrust me.

“Oh Roman...harder, I need harder”

“Harder?” He chuckled “Like this?” He pounded into me mercilessly

“Yes! Just like that, oh please, don’t stop” “Fuck Y/N you’re going to get me addicted to you baby girl” He kissed my lips vigorously

“I say we should push you a little further..” Roman took the vibrator from the bed and placed on my clit.

“Ooohhh”

“Fuck, you look so beautiful baby girl, a whimpering mess underneath me”

“Ro- Roman I’m gonna cum”

“Cum baby, I wanna feel you cum around my cock”

And I did. My orgasm was so hard that my juices made a mess on Roman’s thighs and the bedsheets.

“Y/N, fuck baby...so fucking gorgeous, my messy girl” He chuckled “Where do you want me to cum baby?”

“Inside” I panted while I felt another mini orgasm come through me

“Fuck, I’m officially addicted to you baby girl. You’re my wet dream come true...gorgeous face, delicious body, perfect pussy..so tight for me. And on top of it all, you want my cum inside of you?! You are beyond perfect Y/N”

He thrusts into me 3 more times before finally cum, filling me up with his seed.

As we tried to recover our breaths, Roman uncuffed my wrists and placed a sweet kiss into each one.

“You ok baby girl?”

“Mhmm” I hummed

“Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”

“No, of course not. You were perfect!”

“Good baby” He smiled

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure thing baby”

“Why? Why me?”

“Why not you?” He asked sincerely while he brushed my hair with his fingers

“I don’t know, I can’t picture someone like you with someone like me.. I mean, there are so many beautiful women in the company that fit you better...I’ve never thought you could find me attractive”

“Are you serious? Have you looked yourself in the mirror? You’re gorgeous, so perfect Y/N. Yes, there are beautiful women in the company but they’re nothing compared to you baby. You stand out, exactly because you’re different from all of them. You’re unique”

“Still...I don’t know..”

“Oh so you don’t believe me? Maybe I’ll have to show you then”

I could feel his cock beginning to harden on my thigh

“Show me? How?”

“Well baby girl, good thing there are more items of the box for us to try it huh?”

“Us?”

“Yeah, you don’t really think that I’m gonna let you go right? Now that I’ve tasted you, you’ve got me hooked baby. We’ve got the whole night for me to change your mind about us together. And I bet you that I will” He smirked as he leaned down to kiss my neck...

What a great way to celebrate my birthday 🎁

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