#she put her feet up on the desk and crossed her arms she looked so done
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Chickening Out
word count: 630 || avg. reading time: 3 mins
pairing: Oikawa x chubby!Reader (feat. Seijoh4)
genre: fluff
warnings: none
synopsis: Oikawa couldn’t pull through kissing you and his friends find out
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“What do you think happened?”, Matsukawa whispered to the others.
He, Iwaizumi and Hanamaki stood in their captain's bedroom, looking down at the bulk of blankets hiding the boy.
“Sick?”, Hanamaki suggested.
“Dead?”, shrugged Matsukawa.
“Rejected?”, Iwaizumi offered with an indifferent groan.
“He hasn’t even touched his milk bread yet.”, Hanamaki said, adding, in his mind, a piece to the puzzle as he pointed to the little bag they had carefully placed by the pillow as to draw their friend out.
“You think it has something to do with the new girl he’s been running after the past month?”, Matsukawa asked, his arms crossed in front of his chest, examining Oikawa’s form closer, maybe to check for breathing.
Iwaizumi nodded knowingly.
“Do you think she slapped him for pulling something weird?”, Hanamaki wondered, feigning scandal by raising his hand to his mouth.
Matsukawa tilted his head and shrugged again, not excluding the possibility.
“Would serve him right, being rejected by a girl like that.”
“A girl like that?”
“Yeah, one you’d actually want to date.”, Iwaizumi explained and the other two nodded in agreement.
After a short stretch of silence, Hanamaki asked, "Has anyone checked if she is still alive?"
"Oh my god, guys, I can hear you.", came Oikawa’s muffled voice from under the blanket.
They took a precautionary step back when he lifted the cover and rubbed his face.
"Come on, Trashykawa, you missed our morning jog. We just wanted to check if you’re still breathing.", Iwaizumi explained and approached his friend's bedside, thinking for a second, then retreated again and sat down on the desk chair, the others following his example of bringing distance between them and the glaring setter.
"What happened last night?", Hanamaki asked again.
Oikawa really did not feel like sharing.
"Nothing.", he turned his back to them when he put his feet on the floor, looking for his slippers.
"So, you struck out?", Iwaizumi asked bluntly.
Aware of the fact that they would not stop pestering him until he told them, he took a deep breath and recounted last night’s events. How he helped you study (not missing to tell them how adorable you looked in your home clothes and how your school uniform didn’t even do your cute squishy form justice), how you had fallen asleep at the desk about two hours into your study. How he had brushed your hair out of your face and just watched you sleep for a while, making sure you were comfortable and just as he was leaning in to take a picture of your adorable expression you had woken up and sleepily apologized for nodding off. Oikawa had then realized just how close your face was to his and how desperately he wanted to kiss you. And so he had packed his books, given a lame excuse and stormed out of your room instead.
“You… you ran away?”
“She was almost asleep, okay? Would you want your first kiss with someone to be when they are asleep?”
“So what are you gonna do now? Just never talk to her again?”, Iwaizumi lifted a mocking eyebrow, hoping his friend would understand that this was not an option.
"What could I possibly tell her, though?"
"Say… say you remembered that you had early morning training, which you did by the way, and that you only then realized how late it already was.", Hanamki suggested.
"You really think she'd believe that?", Oikawa asked, doubtfully.
Matsukawa snorted. "No, but what else can you say that doesn't make you a coward?"
He effortlessly caught the pillow Oikawa threw at him.
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#oikawa x chubby reader#haikyuu x chubby reader#chubby reader#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu x reader#oikawa tōru#oikawa x you#oikawa fluff#oikawa x reader#hq oikawa#haikyuu oikawa#oikawa tooru#oikawa toru x reader#oikawa torū#seijoh four
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I wish that South Park released at a different time each year, so that they got the chance to cover different holidays and stuff. If we’re only going to get six episodes a season for a while, the least they can do is give us a Christmas/Hanukkah/Halloween/Thanksgiving* season and a Valentines Day/Saint Patrick’s Day/April Fools Day season and a Mother’s Day/Father’s Day/Summertime season.
#*and yes I know that these don’t all fit neatly in one season#we could get the Halloween one late or the Christmas one early#south park#we’ve never seen an April Fools day epsiode#which is so lame because these little shits probably love April Fools Day#especially Cartman and Butters#or at least they probably would have before they got turned in to 10 year old 50 year olds#also a Mother’s Day/father’s day episode we’ve never seen that either#shout out to the girl who had to go sit in the hall in second grade because it was Mother’s Day and her mom died#the teacher literally told her to go sit outside while she explained the project we were doing#she didn’t even seem that upset and she came right back in while we were doing the crafts#she put her feet up on the desk and crossed her arms she looked so done#10/10 perfect teaching 10/10 handling of that situation#also shoutout the girl in Spanish class today who was making a Mother’s Day card for her two dads
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And so, the stars aligned. Pt. 2
Azriel x Archeron!Sister reader
Summary: Azriel knew you can't read. And he knows you would never admit it. So he tricks you into taking reading lessons.
Warnings: Slight mentions of nightmares.
part one part three, Part Four
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You had come into your room to grab something. And had lost every train of thought as you saw the note neatly placed on top of the book you carted around for show- not quite sloppy hand writing but it was clearly male and in a rush. A...stick figure drawing of you? Clearly Feyre had not drawn this. But there is an attention to detail, your hair is colored correctly, and your eyes also the right shade- or as close as you could get in crayon. Truthfully, it could have been anyone female but since it was in your room, it was safe to assume. And then a book- the library? Is that where this mystery would be solved. You were far too curious now to just not go.
And so, you folded the note up and put in into one of your pockets. Heading down there quickly. The only sound as you enter is the clicking of your shoes. Looking around you, and making your way over to Clotho's desk. The priest doesn’t look up at you but quickly writes, 'Ah, y/n to what do we owe the pleasure?'
You smile and pull out the note to show it to her. "It seems- I was summoned." Clotho's amusement oozes off her and she simple writes.
'Go down to level five and you should find what you're looking for.' Squinting suspiciously at her for just a second you debate listening. But that is your inner Nesta speaking, and as much as you loved your oldest sister you didn't want to be completely like her. So, complying with a general order wouldn’t be an issue.
Thanking Clotho quickly you make your way down to the fifth level. And you could have throttled Azriel as he looked over at you with a set of children's books, letter sheets and pencils. He was leisurely sitting there, legs crossed, his ankle resting on his thigh. Arms crossed as he looked at you. And knowing him, while his face remained neutral- he had a feline smirk just like Rhys’s on the inside. Stomping over, crossing your arms and glaring down at the Illyrian man you hiss, "What are you doing?"
"Teaching you how to read." He answers simply, not even slightly phased by your intense gaze. The shadows that normally linger around him aren’t there, instead- as if to mock how little of a threat you are- they pool at his feet like a dog. You'd have to talk to Nesta about getting that icy glare down pat.
"You're still on about that?" You scuff, turning on your heel to leave him with his silly ideas. But before you can get far, a gentle but rough hand grabs your elbow.
"If you can read, then I'll accept I was wrong and even buy you dinner." Azriel compromises. But he knew better, he saw the way your eyes glazed over when they looked at your book and there was no rhyme or reason as to when you flipped the page. Normally people had consistency when they were reading, You had none. Even when Nesta was reading smut there was consistency to it- albeit the page turns got faster but it was still consistent.
You were convinced you could do this. You didn't need him to know this about you. Not even your sisters knew- sure Nesta and Elain probably had inklings to it but you were just six when poverty struck. They were just kids too, it wasn't there job to teach you. Sitting down at the table you looked at the page. It was easy- just trace the letters. You could do that. So you picked up the pencil and started. And once you were done you slid it over to him. "See?"
He nods, taking the sheet and looking it over. Nodding as he examines the work. Then he sets it down and meets your intense eyes, but he doesn't shy away. He takes the first book off the stack. It was a young child's book- it should be a breeze for someone of your age. Prick. You think as he slides it over and folds his hands on the table. Watching the way your eyes widen. Your breathing hitches and there's a slight tremble to your hands as you take the book. He knows that look in your eyes- it's the one Feyre gets when she's calculating a plan. And he couldn't deny that he was slightly excited to see what you'd come up with.
Flipping open the book you know what he's probably looking for is some sortive consistency, so you'd let your eyes look at each word and then flip the page. And so, that's what you did. Finding it hard to keep up your little deception with his eyes focused so intensely on you. But you got to the end of the book and closed it with a triumphant smack. Looking back up at him- before you can open your mouth to speak, Azriel looks at you and asks. "What was it about?"
Shit. Fuck. You didn't look at the pictures! You quickly look down at the book and see a dog and a young boy on the cover. "Its about a dog and his owner." You say as evenly as you can manage for how fast your heart was beating. Azriel raises an eyebrow. Silently waiting for more. "When did you get so expressive?" You ask to quickly change the subject.
"I don't have to be on guard here. There is no one else around. And the priestess won't judge me for showing an emotion." He addresses your question simply, smoothly. Damn him and his stupid sliver tongue. He was the Shadowsinger! Of course he knew how to evade topics and questions to redirect to what he wanted! He taps the book in between the two of you again. And you look at his hands, scars running all along them, and of course you had know that. But it was the first time that you saw them this clearly. And as much as you wanted to get out of this situation- you knew that question was out of the question. "What is this about?" His voice remains gentle, but slightly stern.
Azriel watches you for any signs. He had seen many of them- you were a bad liar. Your emotions written all over your face. Your eyes, they showed everything. How no one else saw it astonished him. And for a second, as he watches how you look down at the book with apprehension and sorrow, that you quickly wash away once your gazes meet again...he sees your resolve break.
"Fine." You say quietly. "I can't read." Your cheeks heat at the confession- it felt so...so...mortifying that you were now twenty, an immortal High Fae and had no idea how to read. "Please don't tell the others." The last thing you wanted was for your sisters to look at you with that pitiful look they always seemed to give you when you mentioned something. Let alone, how awful it make you feel if Nesta fell back into her vices. Granted you knew Cassian wouldn’t let that happen.
He thinks his heart might just burst for a moment. Seeing you so somber. Azriel had watched you from the second you were dumped out of that Cauldron. Shaking, crying, gasping for air. The first thing you did was try and push it over so your sisters wouldn’t bare the same fate. And for the first few weeks after, when he heard your screams in the middle of the night. He'd make sure you were alright, given you the space to talk to him if needed. You rarely took the opportunity. Pushing him away despite him reaching out. Keeping him at an arms length for reasons he didn’t understand. Time, though. Everyone kept telling him with time, you’d come around. But you pushed him right into Elain. Not that he hated your older sister. No, far from it. They were good friends, they could talk for hours about anything and everything. But she wasn't you. She wasn't his. She had her mate, and Rhys has made it clear to him that despite his feelings toward her- they could never be. Lucian wouldn't accept it until she flat out rejected him, and even then they had no idea what the other male would do. Rhys didn't want to loose his brother over a girl. And while Azriel grumbled and snarled at him, deep down. He knew that he was right.
But watching you, moving through the Night Court with a smile that didn't reach your eyes and a grace that rivaled Elain's...Hearing your laugh in a crowed room and smiling into his drink. He knew that you made yourself seem happy, chipper, played the part of the sweet younger sister for everyone. So looking at you now, as your cheeks burn red and tears threaten to spill out of your eyes. He'd do anything he could to make sure you'd never look like that again. Azriel gently takes your hand, letting his thumb swipe over your knuckles as you look up at him. "I won't tell a soul."
And you believe him. The sincerity in his eyes, he's got no reason to lie to you. But you can't help the smile that creeps up. "Thank you."
And a comfortable silence falls as you both continue to look at each other and let your thoughts run free. Before Azriel clears his throat- and you were about 87% sure that there was a blush creeping in. "I can continue to teach you, if you'd like."
Looking down at the book in between you, where your hand was still in his. Tracing the lines of his scars gently, you nodded. "I think i'd like that."
Azriel didn't bother to hide his smile.
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a/n: This got very long, very fast. But I hope you all like it! Let me know if there is anything else you guys wanna see! And if y’all wanna be added to the tag list, let me know! :3
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#azriel x reader#acotar series#acotar fanart#acotar#azriel spymaster#azriel acotar#azriel shadowsinger#feyre x rhysand#feyre archeron#nesta x cassian#nesta archeron#pro nesta#nesta acotar#elain x lucien#elain archeron#pro elain
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my first fic posted on tumblr!! hope yall like, and if you do lmk if I should make more or js stick to edits
warnings: fluff ig, swearing and idk
Jealous.
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Y/nn And suddenly I have the desire to be a chris girl
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christoper.sturniolo oops
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matthew.sturniolo What the fuck
User Y/N IS FOUL FOR THATT
User y/n really said "switching sides..."
nicolassturiolo damn thats gotta suck @matthewsturniolo
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christoper.sturniolo my bad bro
User I can hear matt crying in a corner
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nicolassturniolo real
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User damn bro, I was joking but ok
y/n was sitting with nick on the couch, both were scrolling on their phones. that was before matt came into the room, dragging his feet on the cold marble floor. y/n looked up at the sound of footsteps, and saw her boyfriend, whom was clearly bothered.
matt walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, glancing around the fridge. y/n felt a little disappointed that he didn't acknowledge her, didnt even look at her once. she threw her phone to the side and got up from the couch, she walked to matt and wrapped her arms around matts waist from behind. his body tensed at this, and y/n couldnt help but notice.
"what's wrong baby?" she asked, her face nuzzled into his shoulder blade. he shook his head in return and continued looking through the fridge.
y/n wasn't happy with that answer but if her boyfriend didnt want to talk, then she wasnt going to force him. he'll talk when he wants, she thought.
there was no denying matt didnt want to relax into y/ns touch and give her all his love, but he was upset with her and he was planning on showing that he was upset.
he grabbed a pepsi and closed the fridge door, before subtly moving out of y/ns grasp. grabbing gently onto her wrists and removing himself from her warm and comforting embrace.
once he had gotten out of her arms he sighed of relief, of no longer having to fight the urge to hug her and pepper her with kisses. the overwhelming urge was soon to get him but he wasnt going to let it get to him that fast.
y/n put her arms at her sides and looked up at him, slightly confused but also understanding that if he wanted to move she'd have to let go.
matt glanced at her, then at his pepsi. fighting every fiber in his being not to kiss her head and tell her how much he loves her. he shook his head before looking at her one last time, taking in her features. how beautiful she looked, wearing one of his hoodies paired with his sweatpants and her hair down and slightly messy.
he muttered "fuck" under his breath before leaving the kitchen, needing to leave asap to hide the fact he wanted to shower her with all his affection.
y/n stood awkwardly as matt walked away, feeling rejected, but also a little relieved that she was no longer under his gaze as she was getting slightly insecure of how she wasnt dressed up and her hair was messy.
she stared as matt walked away, she thought about what all she could've done wrong. maybe he didnt want to be bothered? or maybe he didnt want to be touched, and she had just touched him.
but it didnt cross her mind that maybe what she commented on chris' instagram post might've hurt his feelings.
y/n followed matt, she felt she needed to get to the bottom of this. what had hurt matts feelings?
she opened matts door quietly, she took a peek and saw that matt was sitting at his desk, headphones on and on his phone. matt wasn't facing her, but rather facing his desk. so honestly, if y/n wanted she could creep up on matt and scare the shit out of him. but she decided against it, speaking of how it'd only make him more upset than he already was.
y/n shut the door behind her and walked to matt, she placed her hands on his shoulders, rubbing and massaging them. at an attempt to make herself known and also try not to scare him.
matt jumped slightly, but quickly recognized the hands currently touching his shoulders to be y/ns, as he knew her body more than he knew his own.
he took off his headphones and placed them on the desk, in case y/n wanted to talk. so now she knew he was listening.
"matt, sweetheart. tell me what's wrong. please." she asked, her hands keeping a pattern on his shoulders. rubbing her four fingers into the top of his shoulder and lower while her thumbs dug softly into his shoulder blades.
she knew this action both made him feel good, but also kept him at ease, like she'd want him this whole conversation. at ease.
matt let out a deep breath before leaning his head back into the chair and spoke quietly, "im- I just dont like what you said on chris' instagram post." even if it was something small and stupid that he knew for a fact he could get over easily, he felt a little jealous and insecure.
"I love you sweetheart, I can delete it and- and- ill do anything to make you feel better," she spoke with her tone gentle and calm. understanding that what she said on the post must've been wrong and matt didnt like that.
"im sorry baby." she kissed his cheek, and continued rubbing his shoulders. matt felt better and reassured, knowing his girlfriend didn't actully like like chris.
"thank you, y/n. I forgive you." matt leaned his head to the side and looked into y/ns eyes, seeing that guilt was clearly evident in her facial expressions. y/n looked down at him and smiled, she glanced down at his lips and pressed a small kiss to them, then she pulled away and kissed the tip of his nose.
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@luverboychris @worldlxvlys @hysteria-things @gamermattsgf @inlovewithmattstur @plasticferal
#sturniolo#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo x reader#matthew bernard sturniolo#matt sturniolo x you#matt sturniolo imagine#matt x reader#matt sturniolo x reader#matt#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo agnst#angst ig#angst with a happy ending
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cuddle time
gojo satoru x fem!reader
summary: satoru's mood is disrupted by some quality family time
a/n: a little fluff for you all because i've been trolling too much
last part | next part
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year four.
you're working on a report from a mission last week when the two of them appear, simply out of thin air.
it's early sunday morning, light shining through the windows, the world beckoning you outside--even though you know you need to be in here, working. honestly, you shouldn't have put it off for this long.
but it's so easy in this house. with satoru lounging around, and both of the children to entertain you all of the time. honestly, if you never checked your phone again, you might forget that the rest of your world existed completely.
it's nice. easy.
but not this morning. this morning, just walking into the office felt like surging through a tub full of mud, disgusting and slow.
and you feel that way now when the kids show up.
they both peek their heads into the office, the door slightly cracked, and you don't dare look at the two of them--knowing that they'll distract you (and that you would very much like to be distracted, at the moment).
tsumiki creeps into the room, and you can feel her smile at you from ten feet away. her general aura of benevolence and good. she radiates happiness, your secret drug. megumi follows, not as bright but still pleasant enough, accidentally bumping into the desk, but you still don't look at either of them.
you can see them in your peripheral, though. you can't imagine what they need at the moment.
but neither of them says a thing, they simply stare at you, standing on opposite sides of the desk, their eyes darting from the computer screen to you with an obvious frequency.
you don't know what they want, but you've known the two of them long enough to know that it's something.
you still don't look at them, but you can't help the smile on your face.
“yes, children?" you ask, teasing, after a minute of this has ensued. when you just can't hold it in anymore. "am i bothering you?”
tsumiki leans her head on your shoulder, her face amazingly warm, frowning. “gojo won’t get out of bed.”
megumi is just standing there, still staring at you, with his arms crossed. clearly, this is a dire statement, and they all need your immediate attention. clearly, your presence is impertinent.
you check the clock. it’s only ten in the morning, and god knows with the children, that is not late. they both wake up with the sun, ready to start the day before you get the chance to blink.
you were up two hours ago, helping megumi get breakfast together, making sure that they both slept well and that no one broke into the house in the middle of the night and stole them. breakfast was a bleary-eyed, silent sort of thing. the three of you basking in each other's company, and not attention.
but you don't really mind waking up that early. because, unlike satoru, your fragile mind doesn't pause for a good night's rest. these days, you'll get a few hours at a time, at the best. a couple of minutes to yourself, at the worst.
caffeine is a wonderful thing.
so you don't blame the man for hiding in his room all morning. besides, he is the worst when he misses out on his precious beauty sleep.
“we all agreed,” you say, knowingly, resuming your typing. “satoru can sleep in as long as he’d like on sundays.”
“he’s not sleeping.”
megumi nods. “yeah, he’s just moaning in bed.”
you quirk a brow. “is he sick?”
“no, just a baby,” megumi answers. he says this with such an obvious attitude that you almost snort. where he got the sass, you're not sure.
(you're sure. it's your fault.)
knowing he has no good information for you, you turn around to tsumiki. “what’d he say?”
“that he wasn’t getting out of bed. ever.”
you roll your eyes, familiar with this act. “just give him a couple of hours. he’s probably pms-ing.”
they both give you confused looks. you make a mental note to pick up parenting books at the library.
“he’s fine, guys," you say, instead of explaining. "just dramatic.”
tsumiki shakes her head. “something’s wrong with him.”
“could’ve told you that,” megumi mutters, under his breath, and you attempt not to laugh. and fail.
you grin at him, nudging tsumiki's cheek, a bit fond of her concern. her sincerity. “just let him sleep.”
tsumiki leans on your arm, still pouting—you should’ve kicked satoru out three years ago. he’s rubbing off on her. “but he's sad."
"sad?"
"i think he's crying."
megumi snorts.
you blink at her. "are you serious?"
she nods, sullenly.
you sigh, looking back to the computer--where work and every terrible thing in the world (besides satoru) awaits you. you could sit here for the next four hours, doing stuff you should've done weeks ago, or you could deal with an emotional toddler.
there's really no winning here.
you sigh again and look back to tsumiki. her face is enough to break your composure completely. "fine," you say, "let's go see what's wrong with him."
tsumiki smiles at you, grateful, and megumi rolls his eyes but begins to trail out of the office. you shut your laptop, knowing that you won't be back for a while.
(or the rest of the day, if you have it your way).
the two of them follow you to satoru's room, where you don't knock--because the door is already partially open, and because you don't care.
the blinds are still shut, the entire room a stomping ground for candy wrappers and files that satoru definitely shouldn't leave lying around.
but this is nothing new, so you ignore it.
"hey, kid," you say, stepping over to the bed, leaning down to look at him.
or, rather, an expanse of grey sheets. all you can see is a lump of covers, and a pillow thrown on the floor. satoru sleeps like someone's trying to hold him down, failing all the while.
you nudge him with a hand, sighing again. you got lucky with tsumiki and megumi, who are notoriously easy to wake up in the morning, unlike someone else in the house...
there's no response.
fortunately, you can see a puff of breath from beneath his blanket, so at least he's not dead.
there's a tuff of white hair peeking out from the sheets, and you pull it, albeit gently. because you actually do really love his hair.
(it's irritatingly soft).
"i already know you're awake," you tell him, dryly. "are you crying? tsumiki said you were crying."
the covers are quick to move, two large hands pulling them down with surprising efficiency, and a red-eyed--though not teary--satoru glares at you. "i'm not crying."
"oh, great, then i don't have to comfort you. i don't think i have it in me today."
he pouts, naturally, and throws the covers back over his face. at least this is no different.
you turn around, looking at both of the children helplessly. see, you want to say to them, he's fine. but tsumiki waves you forward and megumi's got a little quirk in his lip, which is answer enough.
you nudge satoru again.
"c'mon, you're scaring the kids."
"they weren't scared when they poked me awake and tried to steal my socks."
you turn back with raised eyebrows. tsumiki looks away guilty, and megumi's smile widens. but your eyes gleam, because satoru deserves at least that. and because all of them are terribly amusing.
you roll your eyes when you turn around and there's a single blue eye looking into yours. "well, you're scaring them now. and obviously," you answer. "socks are criminal in bed."
satoru tries to pinch you from under the covers, and you smack his hand away. "leave me to die," he says.
"they're quivering, satoru," you say, trying not to laugh. "do you want them to cry? because they will. it's probably the bedhead. or maybe the morning breath. seriously, do you make out with your pillows when you sleep?"
the covers move once again, and satoru's glare is vicious. "i do not have bedhead. or morning breath."
"yeah, yeah, you're perfect." you pull the covers back down, even when he tries to initiate a brutal tug-of-war match, which you win, obviously. "grandpa, come on, it's almost ten-thirty."
"i thought we made a rule that none of you can wake me up in the morning."
"the rule was that we let you sleep in on sundays. and you're already awake. the kids want breakfast."
"i know they already ate," satoru's eyes are blinding, "tsumiki told me."
"well, i want to eat. get up."
"go cook."
"get up."
"can't you see that i need to rest?" he gestures to his face, which looks typical and annoyed. "don't i look sick?"
you pinch his arm. "i recall someone saying that they were impenetrable, and trivial illnesses wouldn't affect them."
"i was wrong."
"as usual," you give him a sweet smile.
tsumiki and megumi have both crept up on the two of you, watching as you poke his cheek, trying to get a rise out of him.
it's really not your fault that he looks cute with his hair smushed against his face, slightly sweaty.
you always have preferred a disheveled satoru. when he's forgotten to put all of the pieces together.
actually, grumpy, just-awake satoru might be your favorite. your teenage self certainly had a fondness for him.
though you choose to believe that your tastes in men have since improved (they haven't, nor have they changed).
"i just wanna sleep," he whines. "please?"
"no. get up, because i don't want to hear your moaning while i'm trying to work."
"you can't hear it from the office," satoru hisses, "and it's sunday. go take a nap."
"i'll be sure to do that, right after i shove a toothbrush in your mouth."
"go away," he moans, childishly, and turns on his side. "i feel like someone cut me in half. am i bleeding through the sheets? i don't think my organs are intact."
you make a face. "that's disgusting. please don't talk about your organs in public. i thought this was a safe space."
satoru huffs, but doesn't say anything back.
"aww," you coo, while tsumiki climbs up the other side of the bed, putting her face right next to his. megumi lingers at your side. "is our baby sick?"
"yes."
"what does a sick baby need, guys? i don't remember."
"a lobotomy," megumi whispers.
you turn to him, eyes wide. "who taught you--actually. i already know," you look pointedly back to satoru, who's frowning.
"i shared those thoughts with you in confidence," satoru hisses to megumi, and covers his face with a pillow this time.
"cuddles, right? that's what you do when we're sick."
you smile at tsumiki. "what a wonderful idea, miki. cuddles are exactly what baby needs."
and so, with the grace of a thousand kangaroos, you jump on satoru, your body molding to his as you come face to face with the man, legs over his side, arm wrapping around his neck.
satoru is very close, close enough that you almost can't tell that he's glaring at you.
he's pretty like this, with gleaming skin and dull eyes.
"was that supposed to hurt? because it didn't."
it doesn't escape your notice that you can finger his cheekbones while he says this, no space between the two of you, and neither does the slight twitch of his lips. oh, yeah, you know satoru like this. with his attitudes and his lies.
and you know, really, that this is exactly what he wants. attention, as per usual.
"oh, good." you tug at his hair a bit with your other hand. "we've still got room. come on, children, we have to help our baby."
tsumiki giggles, and she joins you, her face on your back as she lays on top of the two of you, barely a leaf in the pile. you can feel her smile against your muscles and you sigh out. "i think it's working."
you tilt your head to look at megumi, who's staring at the three of you with a look of distaste on his face. "c'mon, megs. we need you."
he gives you a 'really?' look, to which you respond with a nose scrunch, but eventually, he sighs. and then he promptly sits on satoru's feet, setting a hand on your legs so you know that he's there.
"how are you feeling now, baby?"
"smushed."
"good. exactly how we like you." you nuzzle into his neck, breathing him in. he actually smells quite nice--and not that you'll admit it, but he doesn't have morning breath, the bastard.
"are you sad?" tsumiki asks, softly, still concerned, but brighter now. she likes this almost as much as satoru.
"yes," he huffs, again.
but you all know he's lying, and when you dig your finger into his side, tickling him, the kids are quick to follow.
work will have to wait. this is much more important.
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Connie, Choso or Miguel with a reader that wears glasses and is “mean” but softie who loves to kiss & cuddle
let’s do all three why not
CONNIE (aka nunu 💞)
“yo girl is a bitch.” eren mumbles under his breath. “the fuck did you just say?” connie says, cocking his head to the side. the blunt in his hand being pinched to the gods by his fingers. “y/n, she’s a bitch. she just treated my life for no reason.” eren said, shrugging his shoulders at connie’s reaction. “you don’t know shit about her. fix yo’ lips to say some shit about my wife again and see what happens.” connie threatens eren, who just rolls his emerald eyes and turns toward the tv. you walk into the room, your ugg slides on your feet and your knotless braids in a low bun. you sit next to connie and rest your head on his shoulder. “hey, mama.” connie grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“hi, nunu…” you yawn, pulling a nearby throw blanket onto your body, wrapping your arms around his torso. “you tired?” connie asks, putting the blunt down on the tray. “mhm..” you hum, slowly falling back asleep. once connie made sure you were fully asleep, he turned back to eren with a smirk. “she’s a bitch huh?”
CHOSO 💭
you and choso sit next to each other, hand in hand. you looked up at choso and kiss along his jawline, his friends groaning at the affection.
one of his girl friends looks at you two, a scowl on her face. “your uggs are cute. where’d you get them?” she asks, bitterness in her voice. “the ugg website? like what..” you mumble, rolling your eyes. you turn back to choso and hug his torso, he smiles and hugs you back. the girl still trying to talk to you.
“sorry, didn’t mean to offend you i guess.” she mutters. you side eye her. “so how long have you and choso been dating?” she asks, leaning forward. “can you like…stop talking to me?” you ask, looking at her with a deadpan look on your face. choso giggles to himself, rubbing soothing circles on your hip.
“cho’,” you side eye her due to the nickname you used for him specifically. “tell your girlfriend to stop being mean to me! you’re just gonna let this happen to me?” she pouts, crossing your arms. you laugh at her, almost crying. the girl huffs and picks up her purse and walks away, you clutching your stomach while tears roll down your face. choso turning red from holding in his laughter.
MIGUEL 🕷️
you sat at miguel’s desk, your legs on the top. “mrs.o’hara..” one of miguel’s interns says timidly, shuffling into the room.
“what?” you bark out, rolling your eyes. “miguel wanted me to give this to you.” you purse your lips, looking at the interns hand to see a spider trinket, when you put it in your own hands a hologram of miguel happens to appear.
“y/n, i know facetimes and text messages haven’t been enough while i’ve been gone for almost a month. so i hope this is enough while im away. just keep that spider everywhere you go and i’ll be with you.”
you smile and glare at the intern that still stood there, looking stupid.
“you can leave.”
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Pistoleer's Wife.
pairing/s: police captain!yunho x wife!reader
genre/s: smut, fluff, au
synopsis: you decide to pay your husband a visit at the station after a drunken night out w. friends.
content: unprotected sex (condomize), oral sex, office sex, creampie, dacryphilia, possessiveness, degradation, bondage, breeding kink, gun play.
word count: 1.6k
* DISCLAIMER: THIS IS FICTIONAL. IT IS NOT A REPRESENTATION OF JEONG YUNHO'S CHARACTER, PERSONALITY OR BEHAVIOUR. THIS IS SOLELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES. *
As she stumbled out of the taxi, she leaned up against the wall near the entrance. Feet aching with the base of her stilettos causing discomfort in the region around her ankle. The midnight wind cooling her overheating body, but also pushing up her silk dress, nearly exposing her whole thigh. Her surroundings were spinning, eyes crossing every image. While she stood there catching her breath, one of her husband's subordinates stepped out the squad car. Confusion painted across his face as he slowly approached her.
"Mrs. Jeong, you doing okay?" Officer Carson asked.
She lifted her head up. "Mhm? Yes, yes. Just–" a shy burp left her mouth. "'scuse me, getting some fresh air." a dopey smile materialised.
His voiced trailed off as he followed with, "Do you need help with anything or..."
"Yes," she pushed herself up off the wall, "get me to Yunho's office."
Carson slung her arm over his shoulder and scooped her up in his arms. He opened the doors, making his way inside, careful not to bump her against any surface. They made their way past reception with eyes gawking at them. In the elevator, they rode up until the reached the desired floor. As they stepped out and turned left, eyes of detectives were watching. Carson knocked twice before opening the door.
"Captain..." he called out to Yunho, whose eyes immediately went straight to his wife.
She tapped Carson on the shoulder. "You can put me down."
As she slowly descended, her breasts nearly spilled out, catching Carson's attention. Yunho stood from his place, knuckles pressed on the desk with eyebrows creased down the middle. Carson left the two to their own company. She locked the door before waddling over to him, almost stumbling in her steps.
"Love of my life..." her words slurred.
He reeled her in by her waist. "Angel, I thought you said were having a night out with the girls?"
"Well, I did then I remembered you said something about working late, so now I'm here." she flashed him a wide smile. "You're not too busy, am I disturbing you?" a pleading look appeared.
"I'll never be too busy for you, sweetheart." he slammed his laptop shut and moved it aside. "Did you at least have fun?"
She nodded as she sat on the desk. "Can you guess how many drinks I had?" she giggled as she threw her arms over his shoulders.
He took a whiff of her and shuddered. "Jesus, did you drink an entire distillery?"
"Don't be mean." she deadpanned.
He sat down in front of her, removing her heels and proceeding to massage her feet. Her head cocked sideways on her shoulder, watching her husband whilst he was focused on easing her pain. Everything she ever desired in a partner, all in one man. There was never a day she wasn't thankful for him, even amidst a quibble. She placed her other foot under his chin and lifted his head up.
"I love you, Yuyu."
Confused, he said. "I love you too, pumpkin."
She leaned forward for a kiss as he met her halfway. It was slow and passionate, just lip locking. Growing in intensity, becoming hungry. His tongue demanded entrance and it was granted. The sour taste of spirits making itself known as he explored every crevice of the orifice. They stood from their places, as she pushed him up against the desk. Her hands fiddled with his belt buckle until it was undone, bringing down the zipper as her hand ventured into his slacks. Taut and throbbing, she pulled out his penis and begun stroking it, heating in her hand. A bead of cum formed the the tip.
Descending to her knees, she kneeled before his massive penis and welcomed the tip into her mouth. As she pumped the base, her mouth took him in inch by inch. Bobbing her head back and forth. Adding a twisting motion as she pumped, he threw his head back from the handiwork. Biting back every groan. He held the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of her hair, as he slowly eased further into her throat. Guiding her every motion. As his high approached, his warm cum covered the walls of her mouth. Swallowing every ounce of his load, licking the bit on her lips.
He brought her up to her feet, his hand plastering all over her neck, bringing her in for a deep kiss. With the pooling between her legs, she squeezed her thighs to bring herself some sort of relief. Her libido running rife for the past few days, paired with the way red wine riles her, she was ready to fall apart. The woody scent of his cologne with traces of lemon made her head spin. When he broke the kiss, she took in a deep breath. He bent her over his desk. The cold feel of the table on her breasts through the dress made her body shiver. Pushing up her dress, he pulled down her underwear, pooling at her feet. As he slid in two fingers, she let out a shaky breath.
Leaning in to her ear, in a whisper, "You're ovulating, aren't you?" he said.
"Maybe..."
With the handcuffs in his holster, he restrained her hands to her back. He ran the tip through her folds as he pumped himself. Desperate to feel him, she pushed herself up against him. He kept at a distance, grinning, as he witnessed her slowly unravel the longer he denied fulfilling her needs. Lining himself up at her entrance, he gripped her hips, easing into her. Her breath shuddered with every inch he fed her, stretching her all the way out. She instantly felt full swallowing him whole.
As he started bucking his hips back and thrusting back in, she fought every urge not be audible. She bit down on her lip with tears cascading down the side of her face, and onto the table. Her brain hazed with every thrust. A few moans escaping, illiciting a hush or a "be quiet" comment from her husband. The sound of slapping skin bounced on the walls. The combination of alcohol, arousal, and lack of ventilation in the room made her body radiate. Her skin glistened with sweat.
When she tightened around him, he pulled out. She cried at the empty feeling. He lifted her up and sat her up on the table, then easing himself back inside her. Out of his holster, he took out his gun. With one hand on her back to provide support, and the other holding up the firearm under her chin, he fell back into rhythm. Her eyes were trained on the weapon, chest heaving. Her whines trapped in her throat as he pounded harder. An audible moan filled the room when he brushed her sensitive spot.
He pulled on the safety with his thumb, "Not one word out of you." he whispered, pressing the gun further into her skin.
The pressure under her jaw had her growing wetter. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist. He caught her lower lip between his, biting at it. His tongue demanded entry to her mouth, granting it, she met him with equal enthusiasm. Teeth clashing and spit swapping. His hand traveled from her back to her neck, applying pressure to the sides.
"Tell me why you wore this skimpy dress?" he grunted. "Why do love parading yourself like a whore when you come to my office? Huh, who are trying to impress?"
Breathlessly, "I'm not trying to impress anyone, I swear." she cried, tears running down her face. "I just wanna be a good wife."
Between thrusts, he said, "Maybe you forgot who you belong to..." he began thrusting faster.
Even with a personality brighter than the sun, Yunho never failed remind her who's wife she really was. He loathed letting her out of his sight. Every moment of the day, he wanted her near. To hear her, smell her, see her. Her alluring style always had him in a chokehold, but hated how it attracted the attention of other men. She always made it clear she was taken, that no man could ever amount to her husband.
"I should get you pregnant again." he whispered into her ear. "That way everyone will see you swell up with our baby, they'll know who's wife you are." she loved his overbearing, no, possessive nature. Yunho's possessiveness always manifested in either the form showering her with flashy gifts or pregnancy.
She grew wetter. It had been years since he made good on such a threat. A tight sensation materialised in the pit of her stomach as her walls tightened around him. He put the gun down, grabbing her lower back as he thrusted faster, the table squeaking against the floor tiles. With a few more strokes, they came simultaneously. Her walls squeezing so tightly, draining him of every drop. He slowly thrusted everything back into her. He undid her handcuffs. She stretched her arms above her head before resting them on his shoulders. Taking some tissues, he cleaned her up as soon as he pulled out.
Pecking her on the lips, he looked her lovingly in the eyes as he said, "Are you okay, the gun wasn't overkill, was it?"
She buried her face in his shoulders, "No, I actually thought you gave up on my request."
Rubbing her thighs, "You think the office heard us?" he asked.
Chuckling against his neck, "I'd sure hope so. Somebody needs to tell your deputies I'm a married woman." she joked.
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KISS MY LIPS yang jungwon x reader
𓂂 ˳ mean girl reader x class president jungwon fluff warnings: intentional lower case, reader is lowkey a bimbo
the air from the air conditioning of the class room blew on him, the teachers knowledge filling him as he wrote down his notes, he took a peek at the clock only 48 more minutes of class.
he went back to writing his notes but was distracted by the loud sound of the classroom door shutting, he didn’t have to look to know who it was, it was obvious.
the sound of his teachers voice is what makes him look up. “l/n, how wonderful it is for you to show up.” he looks at the clock. “yep, like always late, care to explain why?”
jungwon finally turns around to take a look at you in all your glory, your hair in a half up half down topping it off with a miumiu head band, your pink glossy lips and light sparkly eye shadow, your white leg warmers with and your mary janes with pink ribbons, he knows exactly why your late, no one puts this much effort into how they look and can show up to school early.
his gaze follows you as you walk up to your teacher at the front of the classroom, your mary janes clicking on the floor, you fan your face before speaking, “sir,I have a completely reasonable reason to be late today.” you stop right in front of jungwons desk, your perfume filling his nose she smells good like always.
your teacher crosses his arms while looking down at you. “right, and what’s that?”
jungwon eyebrows raise as he watches you pat out your outfit like you’re preparing to say the most tragic story ever known to man kind.
“okay, so first I woke up sorta late, not gonna lie but that’s beside the point.” you start waving your hands. “at first I thought my chauffeur was late because that’s what my dad wrote on the bored today since he couldn’t actually tell me when I woke up because he’s never home, you know CEO stuff, but you already know that, BUT, you’re never gonna believe this.” you talk like you’re gossiping. “he actually didn’t show up at all, all because his wife went into labour, can you believe her, how could she?” you ramble.
your teacher nods his head,entertaining you, “oh yeah, how could she.”
you smile. “I knew you would understand, I’ve had a very bad morning as you can see, I couldn’t even get my morning smoothie, so please don’t get mad me.”
a laugh was heard from someone in class, you snap your head towards them and the sweet smile that you had turned into the most bitchy face, that jungwon has seen multiple times.
“what’s so funny?” you ask the laughing girl, your mean gaze scans her, “you should be laughing at the tacky shoes on your feet.”
the girl goes quite, your hard gaze travels to jungwon, softening slightly before hardening quickly after. “that’s what I thought.” you finish before turning to your teacher. “am I free to sit sir?”
he lets out a sigh. “yes, you can go sit.”
you smile before, digging into your bag and pulling out a two 10000 won bills and putting in his shirt pocket. “buy yourself a nice lunch sir.” you pat his shoulder before shuffling to your seat at the back.
the person sitting beside jungwon leans in to him, “she’s never gonna graduate.” they say before leaning back but he doesn’t reply.
the rest of the class is haze and the sound of bells is what snaps jungwon out of it, he picks up his books, the sound of feet scurrying out the class fills his ears.
he makes his way out the class and down the hallway but is stoped by a familiar voice.
“Mr president!” you say teasingly, walking up to the boy, who looks down at you with amusement.
“you were really gonna leave me huh?” you say putting his arm over your shoulder as you guys continue to walk down the hallway.
he doesn’t respond just laughs shaking his head, “did you hear about the morning i had today? i still can’t believe it.”
“i think the whole class heard it yn.” he said leaning against the lockers beside yours.
“oh.” you pause for a minute, before continuing. “oh, and i can’t believe the audacity of that girl in class today to laugh at me? me? i could buy her.”
you take out the books that you need for your next class, “i’d have to ask for dad’s permission first though.” you say turning to your boyfriend rolling your eyes.
“oh how dreadful.” he says sarcastically he says taking your books from your hand and kissing your cheek as you close your locker.
“walk me to class?” you ask.
“always.” he replies.
“kiss me.”
he kisses your cheek.
“my lips dummy.”
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Dom!Ellie x Reader smut??
(I haven’t been here since before tumblr changed. Bear with me, I felt like writing.)
18+
“Good god..” Ellie groaned. She almost was annoyed. Here you come into her office and you’re complaining about how hard she has been on you. That you felt targeted and blah blah blah… She chuckled slightly as she rubbed her hands on her face before leaning back into her chair and putting her feet on her desk.
“Are you done bitching yet?”, She crossed her arms as she spoke. A stupid cocky smirk on her mouth.
Oh that fucking did it.
She could see your face start to flush, and you were silent. She struck a nerve and you were trying so hard to keep composure. It was honestly so fun to see you like this. Before you could even get a word out, she cocked her head to the side, “You want me to give you something to complain about?”
She watched your eyes dart around on her desk. She could tell you were thinking. Of what exactly, she didn’t care. Oh, the ideas kept rolling around in her head. Look at you. That dumb look on your fucking face. It was cute. She’s definitely had it out for you, but not in the way you would think. Those ideas got a little more desperate. She gave a moments pause before ushering you closer to her desk.
“Since you aren’t going to say anything..” Ellie took her boots off her desk, ran her palms down her pants, and stood up, “I’ll give you something to complain about.”
You stared at her, and she could see your shift of breath. This wasn’t going the way you had planned, but fuck… your body was responding to it. You could feel a wave of warm go through your body, watching as she took her jacket off. Then the shirt under that, leaving a black T shirt underneath. You gulped softly when she got to her pants. She pulled the belt strap to the side, releasing the tension and leaving it unbuckled.
“Oh? You know where this is going then?”
Ellie’s words snapped you out of your trance, and your eyes shot back to hers. She chuckled at you, and then patted her hand on her desk. You slide around the corner of the desk, helping yourself on to it softly. Your skirt moved a little higher, which caused Ellie to coo softly and click her tongue, “Mmm. That skirt right there.. I think about that skirt a lot, actually.” She then placed her hands on the insides of your thighs. They were so warm as they gently rubbed up them. Not too far though, she wanted to make you work for it.
The almost silent gasp you took as she put her hands on you made her smile slightly. Your body responded to her hands, wanting more and more. Ellie’s hands moved higher up every time you arched your back. They were so close. She purposely slid her fingertips just underneath the hem in your panties, just to watch your reaction.
“Please…”
“Please what?” She chuckled.
She was a little taken back as your hand moved hers closer to the sweet spot between your thighs. Ellie took her thumb and in one achingly slow swipe, ran her thumb up your panties paying good attention to press harder on your clit as she moved up. Your legs twitched when she did that, causing a soft moan to come from your mouth. Ellie loved that cute little voice of yours, and she wanted to hear more.
Ellie took her hands and pushed your legs apart. She guided you back onto her desk, and she took a second to take you all in. Her hands started to slide back up and down your thighs, and she grabbed your panties and pulled them up, stretching them up against your pussy.
“God, she’s fucking cute.”, Ellie said lowly. You could hear the lust in her voice start to leak out. “Oh what’s this?”, she took two fingers and swiped it up your slit where the fabric was nestled in, collecting your wetness. “And she’s already fucking begging for me.” She rubbed her thumb in soft slow circles through the fabric on your clit. Your breaths became a little faster, and she noticed you squirming around a bit on her desk. Her thumb pressed a little harder this time, and that stupid cocky smirk came back to her face.
Ellie wasted no time, and in fact she was being a little greedy with it. It’s been a hot minute, and you have been driving her insane with this fucking skirt. She took your panties and slid them down and off. Again, she took those two fingers and swiped them up along your slit and then inside. Your breath caught in your throat, and you practically melted around Ellie’s fingers. She was doing it so painfully slow.. almost like she was trying to frustrate you.
She unzipped her pants, revealing a pretty thick strap.
The moan you let out when you saw it made her chuckle, “What? You want my cock?” Her fingers continued in and out. She then took them out of you slowly, and used that hand and your wetness to lube up her cock.
“I think she’s fucking ready for it.”
Ellie guided your legs up onto her shoulders, your ankles at either side of her head. She noticed something right then. She looked down at you and cocked her head to the side. A sweet smell of perfume hit her, and she raised her eyebrows. “Did you put perfume on your ankles? What a little slut. I’m here for it.”
Your face flushed when she said that, and when Ellie grabbed her cock again you blushed even more. You couldn’t wait for her to fuck you. You wanted this so bad. You knew she could do it right. She slid it up your slit, and slowly pressed it at your hole. “Please Ellie..” you whined at her.
She stopped.
“You’re going to need to be more specific.”
You groaned out of frustration when she stopped. You leaned up onto your elbows and looked her dead in the eyes. “Please Ellie, fuck me.”
Ellie pressed into you again, and she was right. You were ready. It slid in so nice and fit so snug around her cock. She groaned as she slid in the first time, “You’re fucking tight.” She started off nice and slow to let you acclimate to her, but her greed took over again. She started thrusting a bit harder, causing you to moan. The look on her face was lustful and determined. Ellie’s fingers dug into your thighs as she slid in and out of you. She then hugged your legs and pulled you closer to her, letting her bend over the top of you, your feet still by her ears.
At this point your moans became whoreish. She was hitting it so deep inside. Her cock felt so good and it was driving you insane. You could start to hear sloppy wet sounds every time she pounded into you. You couldn’t help it. Ellie definitely knew how to do it right. Your pussy was begging for more of her.
“Listen to her.” Ellie said between huffs, “She wants my cock so fucking bad. All wet for me. Fuck girl..” Ellie let out some groans herself. She angled herself so she could press a litter deeper in you. Your reaction was all she needed. You were squirming under her, your moans becoming deep and throaty.
“You cummin’? Oh fuck I can feel how tight you’re getting. You’re so fucking cute cumming all over me. I’m not even done with you yet.”
She kept fucking you through your orgasm. She wasn’t stopping, and your low grunts and groans became louder. “Keep it the fuck down.” Ellie growled, putting her hand over your mouth. “How about you keep that mouth busy, since you want to be so fucking loud.” Her fingers found their way into your mouth, the drool pooling around them as you tried to not cry out in pleasure.
“You’re drooling everywhere babe. Does it feel so good?”
You nodded quickly, and before you could say anything her fingers removed from your mouth and she popped you on the side of the mouth, a sloppy wet smack.
“I said be quiet.”
But you couldn’t. You were cumming again.
“I can’t— Ellie.. El- I can’t I can’t..” Your brain was gone. It’s like it you couldn’t stop cumming. You were panting and those cute moans of yours turned into squeals.
“Oh? Again? You can’t what? Stop cumming? You want me to stop?” Ellie chuckled when you shook your head no. She took that as a sign and grabbed you by your hair, pulling you up as she was fucking into you. She whispered through huffs on your lips, “I’m gunna fuck you until you can’t walk. So you can’t come into my office and fucking complain to me anymore.”
You nodded your head the best you could, looking up at Ellie, tears pooling in your eyes from how overstimulated you were.
“She’s getting loud again. You get so fucking wet before you cum. Want to make me happy and cum all over my fucking cock? Feels so fucking good. She’s tight on me, holy fuck..” All of Ellie’s filth sent you over the edge, but this time was different. You felt like you had to pee, and you started to tap your hand on Ellie’s shoulder.
“No Princess, this one is mine.” Ellie had a dark look on her face, that cocky smirk reappeared and she positioned herself a little differently this time. A loud squeal came from you, and you could hear the sound of drips onto the floor below the desk.
“What a good girl..” She cooed again, slowly removing her cock, and taking her hand to collect some of the moisture from your pussy and flicking it onto your fucked out face.
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Gamer boy (part one)
Modern!gamer Eddie Munson x babysitter fem!reader
Summary: you’re propositioned to baby sit by your father, but it’s for Eddie “the freak” Munsons niece. You had history, but now you can’t even stand being near him. Will you both be able to put aside your distain? Or will a little gaming bet, bring you closer than ever before?
⚠️series warnings: eventual smut 18+ mdni, angst, friends to enemies to lovers, mutual pining, mean!eddie, slight fuck!boy eddie, cocky eddie, gaming bets in exchange for sexual acts, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, dirty talk, slight degradation, choking, hair pulling, spit play, spanking, dom!eddie.
A/N: this was going to be a one shot, but then I go more and more ideas so I’m turning into a little series 💚 (remember to tip your writers, with a reblog and comment)
You couldn’t believe this was happening, you wanted to be emancipated. How could your dad do this to you? Why you?
Okay, that’s probably really dramatic. But, it was warranted.
It was a beautiful Thursday morning, birds were chirping, coffee was brewing and your mom was making her famous French toast. You haven’t felt this happy in a while, little did you know that metaphorical rug of happiness was about to be ripped from under you.
“Y/n, can you come in here?” Your dad yelled from his office down the hall
The only time your father ever called you into his office to talk, was always about something serious or a proposition he wanted to tell you about. Not ask, never ask. You didn’t have a choice in his “business proposals” at least that’s what they felt like to you.
Shuffling over your feet as your heart rate picked up. You made it into the big office, oak wood shelves filled with books your dad never had time to read. He was leaning back in his black leather chair behind his big oak wood desk, with a look of contentment on his face, it made a shiver run down your body.
“Yes, dad?” You say as you look down at the desk in front of you.
“I have a job I need you to do.” He says with a small chuckle
“Okay, what is it?” You cock your head like a puppy full of curiosity
“Well, I need you to baby sit for one of my employees. It’ll be from tonight to Sunday night.” He says
“This weekend? But dad it’s a three day weekend, I had plans with friends.” You say as if you can’t even believe he’s telling you this. I mean maybe it would make a difference if he was asking and not telling, but either way you were upset.
“Sorry, kiddo. I already told him you would. Can’t go back on my word, all a man has is his word.”
You roll your eyes, and cross your arms over your chest.
“Fine, who’s kid?”
“Wayne Munsons, he’s going out of town on a business trip for me. He has a daughter she’s about three and his usual sitter isn’t able to do it, something about her being an older lady, so I offered up your help since you use to babysit the neighborhood kids. He’s leaving at 9 tonight so you’ll need to be over there by 8:30”
“Wayne Munson? As in Eddie Munson? Dad no, absolutely not! Why can’t he do it?” You say as your eyes begin to water
“You know that boy, does he look like he can take care of a three year old for three days?” Your dad was beginning to get aggravated with your tone and questioning
“I cannot believe this. I hate him, how am I suppose to go over there and act civil when you’re asking me to go hang out with satan in the flesh?”
Your dad laughs at your outburst
“I’m not asking you to hang out with him, I’m asking you to babysit his niece.”
“For three days?!” You shout “I’m sorry, but cmon dad, I can’t do that.”
“You can, and you will. End of discussion.”
“I- whatever.” You turn on your heels and stomp out of there
“Hey, hun. French toast is ready,” your mom says with a big smile.
“I’m not hungry, sorry mom.” You say as you trudge up the stairs to go sulk in your bedroom
After you packed your duffel bag full of clothes and toiletries, showered and put on some comfy black cotton shorts and a white long sleeve shirt. You got into your Prius and head for the last place on earth you ever wanted to be, Forest hills trailer park.
You don’t even remember why you and Eddie hate each other so much. Well you do, but now that you’re both adults, it all seems so redundant.
You and Eddie have known each other since he moved in with his uncle in first grade. You were actually friends at some point, then you hit middle school and your body started changing, you started getting a different kind of attention from Eddie and other boys. You both got closer that summer before freshman year. Close as in, you shared your first kiss with him, amongst some other things. But, once high school started, everything changed. Eddie became distant. You knew he was bullied, even worst than middle school, but you didn’t understand why he was so angry at you. Okay, well it could’ve had something to do with a small rumor that went around about you, and a certain basketball player. It wasn’t 100 percent incorrect, you did go on a date with Josh Young and you did make out in the back of his brothers Camaro, but you definitely did not give him a handy or a blow job, you knew him and his jock meathead friends started it because you didn’t want to go any further with him that night. Eddie avoided you at all costs after that, which was total bullshit because when you and him weren’t sucking face and feeling each other up, he was going on and on about perfect little Angela Thomas, a blonde cheerleader. Go figure. He had no right to be angry, so you both never talked after that. Except the occasional condescending comments that would leave his mouth when you’d both be at your lockers, his unfortunately being way too close to yours or that time you both had biology together, sophomore year and were paired up for a project. You ended up doing the whole thing yourself and allowed him to get half the credit, but other than that. Radio silence, on both ends.
You pull up to the only trailer with beer cans littered around the yard, parking next to Eddies rust bucket of a van. You couldn’t believe he was still driving that thing. It was a million years old and on its last leg, but something about seeing it made you nervous. Where’d that come from?
On the other side was Wayne’s pick up truck, the bed of it holding his black suitcase.
You keep your eyes on your brown platform ugg boots, as you make your way up the steps to the front door.
You knock a few times, wishing you could be anywhere literally anywhere but here.
“Y/n, hello sweetheart.” Wayne Munson says with a whisper, as he feels around his blue jeans for his keys.
“Laylas asleep in her room, she ate, she bathed, so she’s out for the night.” He chuckles
“There’s food in the fridge, money for pizza on the counter, and if you need anything just ask Eddie, he’s also in his room playin his damn games. If you want, you can sleep in my bed or you can take the couch, whatever you’re comfortable with.” — “Before I go, I just really want to tell you how much I appreciate this, darlin.” He says as he throws you an appreciative smile.
“Yeah of course, Mr. Munson. Have a safe trip.” You smile back, as you close the door behind him.
Now what the hell do you, do?
After sitting uncomfortably on the couch for an hour, while scrolling on your phone and occasionally looking up at the Netflix movie you decided to put on as background noise, you hear a door open. Your heart starts beating out of your chest at the realization that you’re about to see Eddie.
The kitchen light turns on, making your eyes slightly squint. As you looked over at him, he was drinking Pepsi straight from the liter.
Ugh he was so disgusting
He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and then closed the cap, putting it back in the fridge as he let out a burp.
God, you really couldn’t stand him
Even if he was wearing nothing but grey sweats, so low it showed off his v line and trail of hair right above his—
“Oh, you’re here.” He says as he rolls his eyes
He knew you were here, he just loved pissing you off.
“Yup, don’t wanna be here just as much as you don’t want me here, Munson.”
“You sure about that?” He snickers
“Positive.” You say as you continue scrolling on your phone, pretending to read something, that you’re not actually reading. You just don’t want it to feel anymore awkward than it already does.
“Mm, okay princess. You have a nice night.” He turns around, shutting off the light and heading back into his room.
Princess? Ew, You hate him so much, but why’d he have to look so good? Fuck him!
You eventually got comfortable on the couch with the pillow and throw blanket, Wayne kindly left out for you. Falling asleep a little after you started some cheesy romantic comedy.
You wake up to the sound of loud metal music, and sun peaking in through the curtains. Once you roll over, you’re greeted by a little face staring down at you. Scaring the living shit out of you.
“Hi. My name is Layla, what’s yours?” The toddler asks, words coming out in the cutest little voice.
“Hi Layla, my names y/n. I’m gonna be babysitting you while your daddy is away.” You say as you sit up and rub your face
“Can you make me breakfast?” She says as she walks a little closer to you, you now notice she’s got a stuffed puppy in her arm.
“Of course I can, what would you like?” You put your ugg booties on and stand up, making your way to the kitchen as Layla follows closely behind
“Waffles, please!” She says excitedly
“Okay, waffles comin’ right up.”
“Thank you, y/n.” Layla says with the sweetest little smile
“No problem. So who’s your friend?” You ask, looking at the stuffy in her arm
“This is Mr. Floppy,” She says as she holds up the brown floppy eared puppy
“Well hello, nice to meet you Mr. Floppy.” You bend down and shake one of his floppy ears, like you would a hand.
Layla giggles like it was the funniest thing she’d ever seen.
As you’re plating laylas waffles and topping them with butter and syrup, the loud music that was booming from down the hall, stops. Eddie’s door flys open and he’s swinging his keys on his index finger, dressed in his usual; band tee, black jeans, leather jacket and battle vest.
“Teddy!” Layla shouts as she skips to hug his legs
“Sup, rugrat?” He says as he ruffles the top of her braided pigtails
“Are you leaving?” She inquires with a sad look on her face.
“I am, I’ll be back later. Just gotta take care of some stuff.” He says while looking over at you as you cut up Laylas waffles.
Eddie walks out the front door after telling Layla bye, leaving the screen door to slam.
After playing with your new favorite toddler, almost all afternoon. Feeding her lunch and playing some more. She’s finally, down for a nap.
You begin cleaning up her toys off the living room floor, and turning the god awful voice of this blippi character on YouTube off.
You decide to get your AirPods out of your bag and pair them to your phone, so you can listen to some music while you clean up a little bit more.
You began washing the dishes, cleaning down counters and cleaning off the dining table, as well as sweeping the kitchen floor.
As you’re plugging in the big clunky vacuum, you hear Eddie’s other clunker come to a halt in the front yard, doors slamming and some talking, before the door is being unlocked and opened.
Eddie bounds in after some girl, you’d never seen her before. She was blonde and pretty. It made your stomach plummet and your hands shake.
Why are you jealous?
You didn’t miss the big smile on his face as he looked over at you, and began walking her to his bedroom.
Just breathe. JUST BREATHE. You hate him, why do you want to cry? Do you hate him? Fuck!
This was gonna be torture. You wanted to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible. But you knew you couldn’t. So you decide to put your headphones back in, and continue cleaning. It helped get your mind off of what Eddie and blondie, could be doing behind that door, but only for a little bit before your mind began to wonder.
So you gather some clothes and head for the bathroom, slipping inside and locking the door. You put the shower on, and begin undressing. Thanking god, Eddie had his music on pretty loud, but also not, because Layla could wake up any minute, so you had to make this fast.
After you get out, you slip on a black long sleeve onesie, you didn’t even realize you packed. The shorts on it are really short, and is constantly riding up, showcasing some of your butt. The front has about a dozen buttons going down to the middle of your stomach so you can control how much cleavage you want to show off. Opting for a good amount, enough to capture attention. It seemed like the most logical thing to go with, in this situation, whatever “situation” this was.
You find a brush in one of the drawers, brush out your hair and then make your way out of the bathroom and down the hall to check on Layla, she’s still sleeping soundly, so you walk back to the couch. Trying to drown out whatever noises you hear coming from Eddie’s room, you can’t make out if they’re laughs or moans and you’d rather keep it that way.
Some time goes by, while you’re scrolling on tik tok. Eddie’s door opens, as miss blondie walks out and leaves out the front door. A deep breath you didn’t even realize you were holding is released, after the door shuts. Your eyes are glued to your phone during her walk of shame, not wanting to see any marks or anything that’ll make this any worst for you.
You hear Eddie’s footsteps getting closer, so you decide to take a peek. Eddie’s in nothing but his black jeans, while his checkered boxers peak out the top and a cigarette behind his ear.
Why is he coming over here?
“What are you, doing?” He says as he takes a seat on the other end of the couch
“Just scrolling on my phone.” You say as you look over at him, his face looked flushed and sweaty, it makes your stomach hurt even more. God, you can’t believe you are feeling this way for Eddie, you like him. You wish you could fucking leave, you hate this, you hate these old feelings you’ve stuffed down for so long, popping back up like a fucking Jack in the box.
“You uh, you want me to order a pizza or something? I worked up an appetite.” He smirks
“Yeah, cool.” You say almost low enough to be a whisper
“Okay, um. Do you want to watch a movie or something?” He says as he looks down at your cleavage, nipples hard and on display.
“No, I’m okay.” You say as you get up and make your way to the kitchen to grab a drink.
You didn’t see it, but Eddie’s eyes were roaming your body, as he licked his lips. Yeah, he just had sex with some random girl, but that was only to get his mind off of you, and your annoying, fucking attitude. Eddie would never admit it, but he loved your stupid sassy personality. You didn’t take his shit. Fuck, he wanted you so bad. He starts to wonder if he just blew any chance with you, by having another girl over. Dammit, He definitely did, there’s no way you’d touch him now.
Part two
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Old Scars, New Blood 3
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, borderline bullying, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Reader has accepted that she’ll never be wanted, not only by the man she’s crushed on for years, but by anyone. That is until a new player enters the game. (f!, short!reader)
Character: Lloyd Hansen, Thor Odinson
Note: Couldn't help myself.
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Lloyd shrugs away the large hand on his shoulder. He crosses his arms then drops them, hands going to his hips as he tries to contain his irritation. You know this look, the one that often comes right before he strangles someone.
“Let's,” he agrees curtly and strides forward.
Valhalla smirks and falls into step as his eyes flit over to you. You watch frozen from the top of the steps as they near. Rico sniffs and wipes his face as he scrambles forward, “sir, I didn't know you were on your way–”
“Fuck off,” Lloyd snarls as he elbows past his crony, “you,” he points in your face as he passes, “coffee.”
You stiffen at his order. He's never the type for etiquette but it's not exactly a pleasant homecoming. You back up and wait for them to go inside before you trail after them. Rico barely drags his hungover feet through the door.
As they head upstairs, you diverge and go to the kitchen. The cleaners are still there, tidying up the aftermath of the invasion. You claim your coffee from the machine, content to take your time and enjoy the first few sips before taking orders. If Lloyd didn't miss you on the road, he shouldn't care now. He never really does.
You put on a pot of dark roast as you gulp down the blonde roast. When the grinding halts, you pour the dark brew into a silver ewer and load up a tray with stout porcelain mugs, a small milk jug, and a sugar bowl, along with ridiculously tiny silver spoons.
You balance it all in a treacherous journey up the staircase and down the hall to Lloyd's office. You knock with your toe and he hollers tersely for you to enter. As you try to figure out the handle with no hands, the door opens from the other side.
Valhalla stands before you and seizes the tray before you can react. He turns and carries it much easier than you. He puts it on the desk and pours a cup.
“What do you take?” He looks at Lloyd who sits tilted in his chair with his feet on the desk.
“Milk, just a bit,” he answers begrudgingly then flicks his fingers in your direction, “go.”
“Stay,” Valhalla puts the mug near Lloyd's feet, “I like her. I want her here. Such a loyal little chipmunk.”
“It's fine, I should–”
“Shut up and get in here,” Lloyd snarls, pulling his feet down so his chair snaps forward.
He takes the mug and inhales the scent before tasting. His blue eyes roll up towards the still shirtless man across from him. He pops his lips off the brim wetly.
“No coffee for me,” Valhalla declares, “all that caffeine. I keep a clean diet.”
He smacks his hard stomach and flexes his chest. Your lips curve just a little as you bashfully look down, sidling in as you softly close the door. Lloyd simmers as he takes a large gulp, almost as if challenging the bigger man with the act. Instead, he chokes and spits the coffee onto his white pants.
You sit in the corner, between the standing lamp and bookshelf. A stiff straight backed chair placed more for aesthetic than comfort. You fold your hands as Lloyd curses and looks around for anything to mop up his mess.
Valhalla rumbles with laughter, “slow down, old man.”
“We're the same age,” Lloyd frowns.
“Are we?” Valhalla shrugs, “I don't think about years so much.”
You can see the agitation needly between Lloyd's brows. If it was anyone else, he'd be hollering and howling. If it was someone smaller, he'd have them by the scruff.
Valhalla paces around, without much purpose. He goes to the window and peers out, another thoughtful hum. He clicks his tongue as he turns, leaning on the window frame as he scratches his beard.
“Quaint,” he muses, “really. Reminds me of my first compound. I still have it of course but I've converted it to a vacation home.”
Lloyd raises his brows, his eyes fiery as his cheek twitches. You don't know if he's so unused to being spoken to this way or has the sense not to take on the giant before him. Either way, he stays seated with a sneer on his lips.
The other man strolls around, taking in every inch, musing at the bookshelf then turning the Roman bust of Caesar on the next. Finally, he stops not far from you.
“Yes, I don't have one of these,” he points at you, “truly the only feature to impress me so far.”
You try not to smile as you look at Lloyd. You gulp as he grimaces even deeper. He tilts his head and scoffs.
“Take her, see if I give a fuck,” he stands and looks down at his stained pants, “I got enough ugly chicks hanging off my balls.”
“Yes, but none so loyal, I'm certain,” Valhalla preens, “or welcoming. Had it not been for her graciousness, I don't think I'd still be here.”
“Then why the fuck did you come?” Lloyd barks as he leans on the desk to remove his loafer and shake off even more coffee.
Valhalla puts his hand on the back of your chair. You smell his sweat and cologne mingling nicely. You sit still as you can as the tension roils through the air. He laughs and pushes away.
“Ah, don't pretend with me, Hansen, you're happy to see me. And I brought my wallet so you'll be hanging off my balls, huh?”
Lloyd sputters. You nearly choke. You've never heard anyone speak to him this way. Not anyone who lived to laugh about and Valhalla is laughing; a lot.
“Money talks,” Lloyd snips, “so sure, I can give ya a reach around if it gets me a new jet.”
“That's what I like to hear,” Valhalla claps his hands, “I like you. You're funny.”
Lloyd doesn't break. He glowers as the large man bounds towards him and grabs his face, slapping his cheeks as he pulls him into a forehead kiss. He holds Lloyd at arm's length, “time for a shower and a tug.”
He taps Lloyd's cheek one last time before he lets go. As you catch the meaning of the last word, you look down at your lap and hold your breath. Don't laugh. He struts out, leaving both you and your boss speechless.
You feel yourself shake as you can barely hold in your giggles. You cover your mouth and turn your head, fighting for your life. Lloyd growls and spins to kick the desk. Be yelps a d lets out a wispy ‘fuck’. You bite your cheek as a squeak breaks free.
“And what the fuck are you giggling about?” Lloyd blusters as he turns on you, “get your shit together and bring me my fucking breakfast.” He stops before you and tears you out of the chair by your collar, bringing you to your toes, “back to work.”
He shoves you towards the door and whips around, muttering under his breath as he stomps around. He's been bested at his own game but he'll never admit it. Like he says, words don't mean shit, fists get your point across.
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You scrounge enough for Lloyd's breakfast before you drive into town. Your shopping trip is determined and precise. You have a list and you stick to it, a full cart in less than twenty minutes.
The road back is longer but not long enough. You can't help the uneasiness that boils in you at the thought of both men. Lloyd's foul mood is like a dark cloud yet Valhalla's bright shine easily cuts through. Two indomitable forces coming together to stir the perfect storm.
You drive through the gate and unload the bags, two at a time, walking in and out as the activity in the house courses around you. Just as always, no one notices you. Even Lloyd only thinks of you when he needs something.
You unpack your lot in the kitchen and start replenishing the containers ravaged by your insatiable visitors. You don’t think the labels will do much to deter them but you can only hope. The only person worse than Lloyd is a hungry Lloyd.
You start on your prep; you have rice steaming, jasmine with a touch of lime juice and shallots. For protein, you have chicken and steak to alternate, with bacon and sausage for breakfast. Then you work on a pot of stew just in case. Every burner, every inch of space, is consumed by your multitasking.
That’s your life. Every part of it is planned around him. Every thought revolves around him. Not the only man you’ll never have, there’s many of those, but the only man you’ve ever wanted.
Stupid! You know it, you tell yourself that every night, you repeat it alone in your bed as you lay in the afterglow lit by your vibrator. It can never be real but maybe it’s better that way.
You huff and rub your forehead. Forget it. You’ve been over this a million times. It’s never going to happen. You accepted that. The truth hurts but it’s still the fucking truth. Another brilliant Lloydism.
And self-pity is more often self-awareness. That’s what your father would tell you. There is no lie worth telling, even to oneself.
“Mmmm,” the hum draws you around like a roll of thunder. Valhalla stands in the doorway, his nose turned up as he sniffs the air, “something smells delicious. I should’ve known it was you.”
You can’t help but smile, cheeks tinged with tingling fire. You pull a knife from the wooden block as he peers over the medley of ingredients before him. As you take the bunch of carrots, he watches you, leaning on the other side of the island.
“I didn’t think you were a chef? I thought you handled the emails,” he remarks.
“I do both,” you affirm as you start chopping, “I do whatever Mr. Hansen needs.”
“Whatever he needs…” he toys with that statement, “and what does that entail beyond sorting through junk mail and steaming vegetables?”
“Well…” you pause to think, rubbing your lips together. As you nibble your lower one, you notice how he observes the gesture. You clear your throat and sweep the chopped carrots into a strainer, “send his clothes for dry cleaning, arrange transport, inventory…”
“Ah, so you are his mother,” he declares, “how adorable.”
“I’m not–” you hover the blade upright and lower it as you notice the gleam, “no, I…”
“What would you call yourself?” He prompts as he crosses his arms, bending to lean his elbows on the granite.
“Well, I… uh,” you set the knife down and take the strainer to the sink. You flip on the faucet, grasping at an answer as you use the noise to delay your response. You shut it off, nothing. “I don’t… know.”
“Definitely not his wife,” he says.
You shrug. He’s right. That thought makes you both bubbly and ashamed. The mere suggestion of that is flattering.
“He isn’t the marrying type,” you snort.
“I’d never let a woman I wasn’t fucking do that much for me. And I can tell, you two aren’t like that.”
Your mouth falls open as you peek over your shoulder at him, shaking the excess water from the strainer. You snap your teeth shut and face the sink again. It’s not his crassness, you’re used to that, it’s his honesty. He’s right but he didn’t have to say it aloud.
“So…” he stands and comes around the island, looming closer, “you aren’t taken then?”
You turn and go to the island, putting the strainer beside the cutting board. You grab the knife then put it back. You don’t know what to do with yourself. His questions have your whole body alight.
“Not by Lloyd,” you assure him glumly.
“By anyone?” He prompts.
You look him in the eye. You blink and shake your head. You wouldn’t want any man in this place, aside from one.
“Pity. For them, not you.”
“Is it?” You scoff.
“Truly,” he affirms, “any man would be lucky to have you taking care of them. Or woman…” he pauses to think on that last part, “and to take care of you.”
You shake your head, rolling your eyes. Not at him really, but the idea. Romance? That doesn’t exist. It’s only ever been girlish fantasies of your boss kicking down your door so he could fuck you into a mattress. Even in your head, it was never rose petals and diamond rings.
“It’s a nice thought,” you concede.
He’s quiet as he considers you. His eyes drift down, roving to your feet and pack up, a careful, intense venture up and down your figure. He clucks and stretches his hand across his throat, rubbing his adam’s apple before pressing against his chest. He’s taken your measure and you doubt he’s any less disappointed than anyone else ever was.
“I’ve decided,” he slaps his hand off the counter, making you jump, “I want to fuck you” He raises his finger, jabbing it in the air, “And I will.”
You choke on your own spit. You cough and cover your mouth as you take a step back. Did he really just say that? Like that? So matter-of-fact. A promise, not a proposition.
“I–” you barely eke out, “Valhalla,” you gasp and press your palms to your scalding cheeks, “I… no, you– it—”
He booms with laughter as he watches you struggle. You squirm and cross your arms, looking anywhere but at him. He steps closer and you shrink down, even smaller than you already are, next to him, smaller than you’ve ever felt.
He reaches to cradle your head, holding you in place as he bends and nuzzles your hair. He inhales your scent into a sigh, “Thor. That is what you can scream when I do.”
He places a kiss on your forehead and draws away. Your eyes meet and he winks, a crooked grin on his lips. You gape at him, blinking blankly as he turns to pluck up a carrot and chomps down on it.
“Mmph, delicious,” he chimes, though you can’t be sure whether he means the food or you. That question sends a thrill up your spine.
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Wanda and Nat are both such sweet and gentle souls with R, so I'm wondering how a fight would go down. All 3 of them during an argument and the aftermath of it all
˚⋆。°౨ৎ wandanat and dove don’t fight often, they’re usually really good with communication and patience, but they do get into it like any other couple. most times it’s dove that's stuck in the middle as the two avengers go toe to toe, but sometimes, she finds herself in the center of the problem. their spats are usually resolved pretty quickly though, they’re too soft to stay mad for long. ౨ৎ °。⋆˚
warning(s) — alludes to elements of ageplay/discussion of headspace although brief and non-descriptive, mentions of pietros death and canon events, primarily fluff tbh (i got carried away)
The air was thick as you stood red-faced in the doorway of Wanda’s office, flustered and overwhelmed as she trailed behind you, arms crossed over her chest, not willing to drop the topic despite your pleas. Poor Natasha was caught in the crossfire of your argument, looking between the both of you with a pitied understanding. Tension had been rising for days, all three of you had felt it, but the coil had finally snapped when Wanda made a passive aggressive comment about your recent comings and goings.
“Wanda!” You pulled at your hair, eyes brimming with tears that were both angry and hurt. You’d seen her like this a few times, but her anger had never been directed toward you. Now, her venomous words sunk into your skin as she seethed and ranted on and on about your absence and ill-mood. You couldn’t help the long hours you spent held up in the library. You couldn’t help that when you finally did return home, you were drained and too exhausted to maintain a proper conversation, just wanting to sleep. Your dissertation was due in only a matter of weeks, and you’d spent months slacking off in favor of spending time with her and Natasha. That wasn’t their fault, you’d never blame them for the choices you made, but there wasn’t any more time for games as your deadline approached, but she hadn’t seen it that way. “I’m here now!” You nearly stamped your foot, words caught in your throat as you tried to disarm your loaded girlfriend. Your limbs felt like jelly at your sides, nerves filled with static energy as you attempted to break through to her.
“Wands,” Natasha tried to interject for the second time, worry etched across her features as she watched you spiral further down into yourself as the argument dragged on, only a shell of the woman she loved. Confrontation was not your thing, both of them knew that, but Wanda had become so blinded by her own trauma, she didn’t realize what she was saying, or who she was saying it too. All she felt was that same twinge of abandonment she’d experienced on Sokovia when Pietro drew his last breath. All she recognized was that once again, somebody she loved was pulling away.
“Don’t.” Wanda flinched away from Natasha’s touch, her eyes slitted into daggers. She wasn’t seeing you, not really anyways. She was seeing red, and when she got to this point, so caught up in her head that all she saw was tendrils of chaos magic and flashes of red, it was best to just let her calm down on her own terms. “Don’t touch me.” She put distance between herself and Natasha’s soft body with a raised palm, shuddering violently as her emotions worked on her patience and outer reserve. You never liked seeing her like this, but you especially didn’t like being the cause.
On the few occasions that you’d witnessed this side of her, it was usually some moron at work that wound her up to this point, but now it was you, and you felt sick to your stomach watching her break. Standing in the doorframe of her office, your laptop still open on her desk and illuminating the otherwise dark room, you watched helplessly as she walked away, muttering beneath her breath that she was going to bed. Your heart sank to your feet as you watched the guest bedroom door swing close, flinching into yourself when the harsh slam ricocheted off the walls and bounced off of your skin.
“I just-” You looked at Natasha helplessly, not knowing what words to say to get her to understand. You didn’t have to say anything though, Natasha knew. Sadly, she closed the space between your lonely bodies, letting you fall into her chest when she was in arms distance. Your sobs broke her heart, but there was only so much she could do to ease the pain you were feeling. It was Wanda that you needed, Wanda that you wanted, but the other half of your heart was locked away and isolated all because you failed to better prioritize your work.
“I know, milaya devushka.” One hand held your waist while the other cradled the back of your head as she let you weep into her shoulder and dampen her tank top. “She just needs some time.”
A crestfallen wail rattles your chest, pleading eyes searching Natasha’s face for any indication that this isn’t real. You’ve never fought like this before, and you didn’t like the way it felt in your belly as you thought about the empty space that would take up your bed tonight. “She’s mad at me.”
“She’s not mad.” Natasha shook her head, letting go of your head so that she could grasp your chin in her calloused hand, keeping your eyes locked on hers instead of letting you hide away again. “She’s scared. You’ve spent the last few months attached to her hip, dorogoy. I know that you’ve been putting off your assignment, she knows that you’ve been putting off your assignments, but right now, I think she’s confusing your absence with abandonment. She’s not used to you being gone, just like you weren’t used to her having to work long hours in the office. She just needs to adjust, she’ll realize eventually.”
“She was mean.” You admit, tears soaking your cheeks as you rest against Natasha’s palm. She hates seeing you so beat up over this, hates knowing your delicate heart has been through the ringer at the expense of someone you love the most, but all she can do is be there for you and hope that everything falls back into place. Couples fight, especially ones in your situation, but she also knows that Wanda’s more than just a girlfriend at the end of the day. She’s the one you confide in first, the one you seek out when you want someone to understand you without having to explain anything, she’s your Mommy, and the balance of your relationship will never be as simple as just romantic lovers with a history of traumatic events.
“I know she was mean, baby. You just have to give her some grace right now.” You nod weakly, letting Natasha led you into the dark bedroom that lacks Wanda’s presence, sinking into the mattress with limbs as heavy as your heart, hoping that tomorrow is a better day.
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Morning came before your body was willing to accept the kiss of sunlight against exposed skin, but truthfully it wasn’t the approaching dawn that woke you, it was the sensation of a body sinking into bed. With your head on Natasha’s chest, you knew it wasn’t the assassin that slipped in next to you, so it must’ve been Wanda. Her side of the bed had been left untouched, cold and empty as you occupied as little space as was physically possible. Her absence weighed on your heart even in your dreams, but the warmth of an additional arm slinking over your waist lightened that pain the slightest bit.
“I know you’re awake.” She whispered, her voice hoarse and gravely like it was every morning. Despite the hurt that gnawed at your belly for hours until sleep eventually took over, you sank into her embrace without hesitance, twisting around beneath the heavy blankets until your head was resting on the satin pillowcase and your eyes were locked with hers. She tried to smile, but all she managed was a weak grimace that broke your heart. She hadn’t slept a wink, bloodshot eyes and sunken in features all the evidence you needed to make that conclusion. “I’m sorry.” She admitted into the quiet of your bedroom, sniffling when the onset of tears made it difficult to keep her words even.
“I know I’ve been gone a lot recently, and I know I haven’t prioritized a lot of time for us to Wanda and Y/N, but I didn’t realize it would hurt you this much.” You whispered back, not giving her the chance to dwell on the mistakes of last night. Nothing could change what had happened, but you were willing to move on from it if she was. You missed her, you had missed her before she chose to sleep alone, but now that longing had been amplified.
“You’ve been fighting your headspace. I didn’t realize how much I would miss those little moments until you took them away, and I let myself think the worst. I’m so proud of your work, moya lyubov, I just miss us.” She leaned in to kiss your nose, laying her forehead against yours as your legs tangled together beneath the thick comforter, weeks of separation finally coming to an end.
“I miss us too.” You sighed, more than content with this simple moment, even if it lacked Natasha’s sarcastic wit. The widow was awake, both you and Wanda knew that, but you were thankful she chose to keep her mouth shut as you finally confronted each other with feelings you’d been pushing away. “Promise we’ll never do that again? I hated it.”
“Never again.” Wanda promised, “That was the worst nights sleep of my life.”
A groan interrupted your sweet moment, the redhead on your otherside finally having enough of her chosen silence. “You guys are cute, but some of us are trying to sleep.”
A giggle tumbled past your lips when Wanda rolled her eyes, red tendrils of chaos magic ambushing Natasha square in the face like the sensation of a fluffy pillow. Your laughter only amplified when the fit redhead twisted her body on top of yours, slim fingers digging into your ribcage as you wriggled and squirmed beneath her.
milaya devushka — sweet girl / moya lyubov — my love
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I'm Losing You
Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.
I'm going to say this on every chapter i post here LOL, but GO TO CHAPTER 1 AND READ!!!!! MY!!!!!!! WARNINGS!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 3
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You loved your office, you really did. Two of your coworkers were your best friends from high school, the work-life balance was ideal, your bosses were super understanding and encouraging of all their employees endeavors, and the weekly catered lunches truly felt like a luxury.
The only qualm was the noise.
The office had an open layout, and while everyone had their own desk, it was very easy to move around the space and talk to everyone while on and off the job. This meant any personal phone calls had to be taken out of the entire vicinity. And in your case, into an unlocked broom closet across the industrial building’s hallway, in front of another agency’s door.
You were sitting on a plastic box containing something you weren’t sure of, anxiously bouncing your feet as your heart hammered in your chest. Each time the ringback tone exited your speakers caused another cold wave of anxiety to flood from your head to the soles of your feet. You swallowed a thick glob of spit as you struggled to maintain your breathing. You were sure your blouse was going to have armpit stains when you returned to your desk.
Finally, a voice picked up the other line.
[Thank you for calling Grand Line Gynecology and Obstetrics, how can I help you today?]
The sweet, welcoming voice of the receptionist on the other end of the line made you breathe a sigh of relief, though you weren’t out of the woods just yet. Far from it. “Hi, uhm, I’m a patient with Dr. Robin, and I was wondering if I would be able to get an appointment as soon as possible.”
A few keyboard clicking noises followed your request.
[Can I have your name and date of birth?]
You quietly relayed your information, biting your lip impatiently. More typing sounds could be heard.
[Alright, Mrs. Trafalgar, and do you mind if I ask the purpose of your visit?]
You knew it was important information for your doctor to know prior to seeing you, but the thought still made a heavy pit develop in your stomach. “Uhm… f-fertility consultation…? I guess.”
More clicking.
[Of course, I’m looking up Dr. Robin’s availability right now, hold on just a moment, please!]
You’ve dealt with crappy phone receptionists in the past, but whoever was usually on the receiving end of your calls to your gynecologist was always so pleasant. You could never quite recognise her voice in person, but her bubbly and patient speech was always greatly appreciated during your otherwise anxious phone calls. Finally, she came back onto the line.
[Dr. Robin’s next available appointment isn’t for three months, unfortunately, but I can still fit you into that time slot if you would like! I can also write your name down, so if any appointments open up sooner, we will give you a call.]
You breathed another sigh of relief. “That would be amazing, thank you.”
[Alright, Mrs. Trafalgar, I have you marked down for Thursday, May 1st at 10:00 AM. We’ll give you a call if anything changes and you can always call us if you develop other concerns, okay?]
You smiled at the broom closet floor. “I appreciate it, thank you very much.” The phone clicked off after trading goodbyes, your arm falling onto your lap. You hadn’t realized how tight you were gripping your phone until then, your hand trembling with how harsh your hold was on the device. With a sigh, you opened your text conversation with Law.
Hi baby, I just called the obgyn, they cant fit me in until may 1st but she said if anything opens up theyll call me back. Fingers crossed something opens up sooner, hopefully you dont have to wait as long! I’ll see you later, i love youuuuu ^3^
You put your phone to sleep and stuffed it into the pocket of your trousers as you finally exited the broom closet. An employee of the agency across from yours was entering his office and tossed you a very confused glance at you leaving the innocuous room, but you paid him no mind as you walked back into your office to continue your work.
“There you are, I was wondering where you went!” Ikkaku was waiting for you at your desk with her work laptop in hand. “I wanted to go over a few designs with you, but when I went to find you, you were just, POOF! Gone like the wind!”
You laughed at her excited talking, finally sitting at your desk again and grabbing an unoccupied chair for your friend to sit in. “Sorry to make you wait, I had to take a phone call.”
Ikkaku brushed off having to wait with a cheery, “It’s fine! No biggie!” before opening her laptop and inputting her passcode. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. While Ikkaku was opening her files, you slipped out your device and tapped the screen.
Baby~~<3
Hopefully something opens up, but it’s good that you at least got an appointment. I got my appointment with urology on my lunch break today. We’re making steps. I love you, see you later.
You smiled at the text.
“Why does Law need to see a urologist?” Ikkaku whispered beside you, making you jump and hide your screen. She was looking at you with curiosity in her big, brown eyes.
“It’s nothing, really.” You quickly shoved your phone back into your pocket. Ikkaku was your best friend, she really was, but the last thing you wanted to do was bring up your potential infertility issues while on the clock, and especially while your anxieties were still fresh and raw at the forefront of your brain.
Ikkaku must have sensed your profound fear, as she shrugged and turned her attention back to her laptop. “So here’s what I was drafting…”
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While you had to wait around three months for your appointment, Law’s was scheduled shockingly quick. Almost too quick for his liking. The following week. Which, to Law’s mutual discomfort and relief, came much quicker than he thought it would.
He was thanking the heavens above that he had the day off for once.
Law followed all the rules to a T before the appointment. No ejaculation 2-3 days prior, but no longer than 5. He’d jerk off into a sterile cup in the clinic, hand that to the doctor, and wait a few hours. While waiting, he’d get his hormone blood work collected. Easy as pie. He walked into the clinic feeling oddly confident in himself and his abilities to follow pre-procedure protocol, as a doctor himself. The brief moment of cocky joy was interrupted as soon as the fertility doctor entered the examination room Law was sitting in.
“Alriiiight! Mr. Trafalgar Law!” The doctor was shouting his name before even closing the door, making the black-haired man cringe. The nametag on the open laboratory-style coat he wore read ‘Dr. Franky.’ Next to the name tag was a little enamel pin of a robot. The door was closed with a moderate slam. “You’re that cardiologist from New World Hospital, right? You’re crazy popular, so cool to see you in the clinic! So we’re here to check on your little swimmers, huh?” Dr. Franky, who was shockingly tall and very broad in the shoulders, plopped into his seat and placed his laptop on the counter in front of him.
The force of him sitting on the stool caused the pneumatic tube to compress forcefully downwards. Law had a mental image in his head of the tube exploding and propelling the spring upward into the doctor’s ass. He barely even registered the fact that his reputation as the city’s leading cardiothoracic surgeon seemed to have followed him to his semen analysis appointment. He shook his head quickly before nodding. “Uh, yeah, semen analysis.”
Dr. Franky was rapidly typing in whatever patient portal he was using. “Semen analysis is such an uppity thing to call it, I personally like calling it the Super Swimming Meet!” He laughed, the voice echoing around the small room and making Law wince. He finally finished typing, slamming his laptop closed. It was then Law noticed a few pieces of scotch tape holding the laptop’s hinges together. (What kind of clinic is this?) Franky’s booming voice interrupted Law’s thoughts. “All you have to do is wank off into this cup here. Cap it tightly and bring it to the nurse’s station when you’re done and it’ll get sent off into the lab!”
Law carefully took the cup from the doctor, his face heating up in embarrassment. “Uhm… thank you.”
“Is there anything else I can help you with before I leave you to it?”
Law wanted to ask if there was a different room he should be doing this in, or if handing the cup to a random nurse was proper protocol, but he honestly wanted nothing more than to get out of there as quickly as possible. He was starting to regret his colleagues at the hospital giving him clinic recommendations. “Uhh… no thank you, I think that’s everything.”
“Alright, Mr. Trafalgar, I’ll let you get to it!” Dr. Franky left fairly quickly, much to Law’s relief. His ears were still ringing with the volume of the doctor’s voice.
Law was now left alone, sitting in the uncomfortable plastic chair, holding the empty sterile plastic cup. After that interaction, the last thing he was thinking of doing was masturbating, but he needed to get it over with. For your sake, and his.
He awkwardly stood and undid his belt, letting his pants and boxers fall to the floor before placing a few napkins onto the plastic chair and sitting back down. He shivered at the cold feeling of the napkin-covered chair against his bare ass. This was the least erotic situation he could’ve ever experienced. He figured it would be far from the norm, but this was beyond any expectation he could’ve developed. He shivered.
Grabbing the cup again, Law unscrewed the cap just enough so that he’d be able to pop it open as soon as he needed to. When he stared at his flaccid dick, however, he uttered a defeated sigh.
‘Think of something to get you hard, man, think of your wife,’ he told himself. Even his inner voice was desperate.
The sterile doctor’s office was completely inhibiting any thoughts of you to remain permanent in his head. Every time he tried to think of your smell, your taste, the feeling of your bare flesh against his fingers, he would inhale and take in the bland stench of sterile alcohol and plastic. He groaned.
Reaching into his pants pocket on the floor, he procured his phone. Opening an incognito window on his web browser, he inwardly apologized to you (and double checked that the door was locked) before opening up a porn website for the first time since he was an undergrad in college.
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Law came home a few hours after you. You were standing at the stove setting the oven preheat temperature, a loaf pan of uncooked banana bread sitting on the stove top waiting to bake. You turned to ask how his appointments went, but kept your mouth shut when you saw Law kick his shoes off and sit at the bar counter in your kitchen, placing his head in his hands.
“What happened?” you hurried over to him, immediately growing anxious that he had received bad news. Your stomach turned.
He lifted his head. “I… I had to watch porn today.”
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camp
ii; good different
｡･ﾟﾟ･atsumu x fem! reader
｡･ﾟﾟ･college and 90s au
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atsumu miya was the bane of your existence growing up. always making it his job to tease and taunt you daily. as time went on you detached yourself from the neighborhood kids, your frequent, unwanted presence merely becoming a thing of the past. however, the summer of '98 causes you and atsumu to face the past.
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"get him out of here," your hands slammed down on the wooden desk, shaking the small handmade frames and shitty trinkets that littered the surface. "i just wasted forty-five minutes of my day because he couldn't take a normal picture without staring at me with this dumb expression he gets on his face," a dry laugh left your lips as an exasperated expression overtook your features. tiredly, you sink back into the wobbly plastic chair littered with mysterious stains--most likely filled with kiddy germs, "why'd you have to hire him?"
"we're short-staffed--and he had a good application," the older woman leaned forward, resting her weight on her crossed arms. "why? ya have a bad fling with him--"
"NO! god no!" your eyes screwed shut, cringing at the nauseating thought. your face burned as if it was the surface of the sun, you shoved your face into your hands as if your palms could soothe the humiliating burn.
she let out an amused chuckle as she rested back into her spinny chair, causing the faux leather to peel off even further. "i just assumed," she put her arms up as a way to signal her surrender, "considerin' yall were from the same neighborhood and good lookin'."
you groan as you shake your head in your hands. "it's just playground stuff," you mutter, "it shouldn't have even come here--this is all very unprofessional--i apologize-" you ramble as you quickly begin to get up and out of your seat.
"wait, wait, if something is botherin' ya, ya are more than welcome ta tell me about it--i barely know miya-"
"no, no, no," you dismiss with a shake of your hand as begin to open up the office door, "I'll figure it out on my own! but thank you." with a smile you close the door behind you and let out a sigh. you quickly scurry out of the building, only slowing once you make it down the rotting steps--feet on steady ground.
you hunch over suddenly--violently--as you let out a callous but silent scream. hoarse fragments leave your mouth as you jump up and down stomping your feet erratically on the damp dirt. whispered curses bellow as you pull at your hair. your movements were so unsettling that if there was any chance of an ax murderer hiding out in the surrounding forest you definitely scared them away.
"stupid fucking bitch!" your grating curses fell upon deaf ears as you fell to your knees, repeatedly pounding at the ground as you panted. your forehead grew sweaty as you finally began to run out of energy, shallow breaths were the only sounds flowing through your head.
as you steadied your breath you looked down at your fingernails, covered in chipped nail polish, gripping onto your denim shorts. the blurriness in your vision began to dissipate as a pair of dirty sneakers snuck into your view.
your eyes trailed up the figure, making you let out a vexed whine as you landed on the familiar hazel eyes. you rolled your eyes, "what do you want?" a displeased sigh left your lips as he looked down at you in your weary state.
as he crouched down, you huffed at how he still towered over you. "ya were rollin' aroun' on the floor--the dirt," he let out a nervous chuckle as you only glared up at him making the climate even more suffocating in the beastly humididty. he let out a breath that he had been holding as he looked at anything but your figure underneath him, "jus' wanted ta check on ya-"
"i didn't need you to check on me," your tone was sharp as you pushed yourself off of the ground, shaking off any dirt left upon your converse. "why were you looking for me?'
it was now your turn to tower over him. and for one of the few times in his life, atsumu felt small compared to someone else...and he couldn't figure out why. maybe it was the way you looked down at him like he was dog shit on your shoe; or maybe it was his newfound attraction that made you look like a gift sent down from god; possibly a third thing--the fact that you had something over his head--the fact that he alienated and treated you like secondary when you were younger.
he snapped out of his thoughts as your hand began to wave in front of his face, "hello? what do you want from me?-"
"are ya gonna tell everyone?"
your expression softened, as confusion began to appear, "what are you-"
"are ya gonna tell everyone about how...about how i treated ya?"
a short, bitter laugh leaves your lips as you look down at him. atsumu looks up at you like a kicked puppy that doesn't want to look like he's been hurt. "no, i don't care to let everyone know about sandbox drama," his expression begins to lift with hope, "but i can hold a grudge," and then it drops. "so if that's all you had to ask then i think we're done here," you begin to turn on your heels.
"um the guys wanted me ta ask ya'd go into town ta get everyone pizza.."
you blink, "sure... i guess, what did they want?"
"they gave me a piece of paper with it on it."
"..." you look at him expectantly.
"..."
"...are you going to give it to me?"
the faux blond begins to get off of the ground, "nah, 'm gonna come with ya!" he smiles as he waves the slip of yellow notepad paper in front of your face, quickly pulling it back as you jump for it, "i don't believe in grudges, so we're gonna squash this, this summer!"
"no," you say through gritted teeth as your fists clench at your sides, "you're going to give the paper to me, so i can get in my car and get it by myself."
"well...no," he smiles down at you, "if i can't come, i guess you'll just disappoint everyone, and ya wouldn't like that now would ya?" he leans forward, "they speak so highly of ya," he tsks as he backs up, hands behind his back.
you looked as if cartoon-like smoke would come from your ears at any moment, "give me the paper atsumu!" you spit as you tried to grab it from behind his back. you lunge forward but he's quicker as he stuffs the paper into the front of his shorts.
your eyebrows furrow as he shrugs with a half smile, "ya can have it if ya get it yerself," he smirks as you suck in a frustrated breath through your nostrils.
you shove your keys into the ignition of the 1996 lexus gs 300, as atsumu slides into the passenger seat with the obnoxiously goofy smile on his face that you hated. it was as if the red hand-shaped mark adorning the side of it meant nothing!
as you began to pull out of the dirt driveway, he spotted your case holding your CDs. he began to plunder through it--much to your dismay as you maneuvered onto the road. a sound of excitement left the opposite side of the car as he pulled out a cd that caught his eye.
"i love hall and oates!" he smiled as he began to put it into the cd player, but you quickly slapped his hand making him flinch back. "why don't ya wanna listen to a cd that ya bought?" an incredulous look overtook his face as he glanced over at you.
"if you like it, i don't want to hear it," you give him a tight-lipped smile before facing the road again. "put on the blue cd," you instruct prompting him to dig through the bag.
he pulls out the cd only to make his face scrunch up in disgust, "weezer...?" he looks over at you, the displeased look unable to leave his face.
"i love weezer," you spare him a quick look as your eyebrows furrow, a small pout on your lips.
"well 'm not puttin' that on," he stuffs the cd back into the bag and tosses it into the backseat. ignoring your protests, he slides the compilation album, looking back, into the player. he picks up the piece of plastic as he skims the back, looking for the song he wanted to skip to.
after ten nosiy clicks of the forward button, "maneater" begins to blare through the car stereo system. he sticks his arm out of the car window and begins to tap his hand on the door to the beat.
you sigh and pull your sunglasses down over your eyes as your hair whips in the wind. atsumu begins to hum along, testing the waters. as you continue to ignore him he begins to sing along quietly, "oh here she's comes," he looks over at you as he sings along, "she's a maneater..." you tap your finger on the steering wheel to the song.
as he continues to sing, he notices you silently lip-syncing to the song, "just sing," he urges making you hum and raise an eyebrow, "ya know ya want to...and this is basically yer song."
your head snaps to face him, "what's that supposed to mean?'
"ya clearly get a lot more attention from guys now because ya look so...different," he says matter of factly making you reach over and tug on a piece of his hair forcing him to wince. "a good different! yer hot now! like totally smokin'!" you shoot him a lethal glare from above your glasses.
"ok, ok..." he sinks back into his seat, the hot seatbelt burning into his chest.
the rest of the ride is in silence--well partial silence as hall and oates plays softly. the sun has begun to set, painting the sky in hues of pink, orange, and yellow. you look over to your side to see atsumu looking out the window as you turn into the parking lot.
you switch off the car with a sigh.
"all i did was get contacts and my braces off..." you mutter under your breath catching his attention.
"hmm?"
"you're obviously curious--i just always looked like this i guess-"
"no...something else looks different too..." his eyebrows furrow in thought. his eyes start from the top of your head: a new haircut, obviously--maybe even some color; the glasses have been ditched, but you have more piercings now--four in each ear and a silver nose ring; your teeth are straight and you've ditched that overbite thanks to the braces. his eyes begin to drift further down...down to your-
"boobs!"
your eyes quickly follow his line of vision, arms flying up to cover your chest, "you want another mark on the other side of your face to match?" you sneer as you feel your face heat up with agitation.
"you have boobs now, that's what i couldn't figure out!"
"atsumu! i'm going to kick your stupid teeth in!" you seethe as you wish the earth would sink in and swallow you whole. his gaze is unmoving as he looks at you with a dopey grin and matching red ears.
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry!" he exclaims as he finally looks away. your arms slowly begin to drop from your chest as you unfasten your seat belt, gaze following astumu's movements as he unbuckled his seat belt as well.
a breath that you felt you'd been holding in for centuries falls from your lips as you close your eyes for a moment. a small moment of peace as you'd not only been running around setting up camp for the past three days but you'd been forced to face your unruly neighbor head-on after avoiding him for years. with your head titled back onto the seat rest, your eyes flutter open at the sound of uneasy rustling coming from the passenger seat. the slow turn of your head aids in no halt of his movements.
the sight of him fitfully digging in the front of his shorts, makes your eyes go wide and cheeks heat up as you yell to grab his attention. why'd you yell? it was a rash decision!
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" the guttural sound makes him jump in his seat, hands still stuck in his pants as he tries to quickly fumble around to get them out.
two deers in a set of headlights stare at each other across the gear shift, as the inside of the car gets unbearably hot. as he stumbles over his words your eyes constantly flicker between his incredibly red face and his hands groping in the front of his shorts.
"TAKE YOUR HAND OUT OF YOUR PANTS?"
'THE PIZZA ORDER!"
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☆ i totally just watched lisa frankenstein and the freakout part is totally inspired by that.
☆ atsumu is having a hard time talking to y/n--not just because she's his type now, and intimidatingly pretty, but because he's only ever had mean things to say about her.
☆ surprisingly--to atsumu at least--y/n's pretty into rock music ie. weezer, nirvana, green day, radiohead, the cranberries, etc. whereas, atsumu is rather nostalgic and listens to music from when he was a kid ie. hall and oates, david bowie, michael jackson, al green, etc.
☆ when atsumu finally got the list out of his pants, it was crumpled, full of penis sweat, and unreadable. luckliy, y/n was able to make an educated guess on what they wanted because she's worked with them so long (and she was spot on).
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The Letter
Pairing: Eddie Munson x You
Summary: Evil Woman gets a letter in the mail and says it's not a big deal… but to Eddie Munson, it's a very big deal.
Contains: A misunderstanding, a dumb boy, a happy ending.
Words: 1.4k
Eddie knocks twice, just to announce himself, before letting himself inside your house. "You don't have to knock, Eddie, you basically live here," they'd all told him several times, but he still felt like they deserved a warning.
Her mom has pulled a chair from the kitchen table closer to the phone mounted on the wall. She smiles and waves at him, gesturing for him to go on to the bedroom where his other half is probably getting ready for their favorite kind of date: Markdown Day at Tape World. They'd raid the clearance bin for new cassettes, then stop by the pretzel place for their usual. He'd get something salty, she'd get something sweet, and they'd split both and wash it down with a shared pop. Perfect.
"Yeah, the letter came earlier this week. She's playing it cool, but I think she's excited. She'll fit right in at Penn."
Eddie feels his blood run cold.
Of course the child of two college graduates is going to college. The thought had crossed his mind a few times, but he was always able to distract himself and banish it. But now…
His feet carry him to her bedroom while his brain spirals.
"Hey! Ready in a sec, just let me finish… oh, fuck it." She slams her textbook shut and tosses it from her place on the bed to the backpack by her desk. She rolls her eyes when it misses, then gets up to shove it into her backpack. She may not be getting a basketball scholarship, but of course she's college-bound.
She could have a real life. A future. A career. She could do anything. Hell, she'd taught him things in a week that the teachers of Hawkins High had been trying to beat into him for years. She's a fucking miracle-worker. Why would she stick around a shitty little town like this? For someone like him?
"Priorities," she smirks, wrapping her arms around his neck. She's so fucking beautiful. How is he gonna keep existing when she's not here? "You okay?" she asks, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind his ear. "You look paler than usual."
He closes his eyes and nods. She feels his forehead. If she cared so much, why would she leave him? "You sure?"
"I'm fine. Just tired," he lies. He misses her already. "Ready?"
She kisses the tip of his nose, and he tries not to cry.
"Let's blow this popsicle stand," she grins, grabbing a jacket.
Eddie forces a smile and feels his heart breaking.
*~One Week Later~*
"Switch those two paragraphs around, and I think you're good," you note, passing Eddie his essay back. You're sitting beside him at your kitchen table. Your brother is making a sandwich at the counter. It's the picture of domestic bliss.
"Thanks," Eddie mumbles, sticking the paper back in his English folder.
"We still on for Tape World tonight?" you ask hopefully. Maybe a good deal on some new music would perk him up. God knows he needs it.
"Dunno," Eddie mumbles without looking up, "got a lotta campaign stuff to work on."
"It's Markdown Day," you remind him.
He shrugs and starts gathering his stuff.
"Alright, what's your problem?" You snap the book in front of you shut, making your brother jump instead of Eddie. Oops.
"No problem," he lies, still not looking at you.
"Bullshit. You've been going back and forth between clingy and distant all week. What's your fucking problem, Munson?"
"I don't have a fucking problem," he spits as he starts shoving stuff into his backpack.
"Kay, this was fun, but I've gotta go do literally anything else!" your bother announces loudly as he scampers back to his room with his hastily-made sandwich, leaving his PB&J supplies open on the counter. Like he was raised in a barn.
You wait until you hear his bedroom door slam before you continue your attack on Eddie, who has run out of room in his backpack. (Your lunchbox, Eddie. You shoved your lunchbox in there.)
You put your hand on a folder and slide it toward you, out of his reach. He glares.
"Talk to me."
"I am," he says defiantly.
You consider beating him to death with his math folder.
"Give it," he orders, reaching out a hand for his folder.
You slide it further away from him, daring him to come get it.
"Or don't, I don't fucking care, I'm just gonna fail again anyway." He drops his overstuffed backpack on the floor and stomps toward the door.
"Eddie!" you call in shock. You stand as if you're going to physically stop him from leaving, but your feet don't want to move.
He gets to the kitchen door and puts his hand on the knob, but doesn't turn it.
"When were you planning on telling me about getting into college?"
"What?"
"I heard your mom on the phone, talking about your acceptance letter," he says to the door.
"Oh."
"Oh?" He turns around with an accusatory glare.
"I didn't think it was that big a deal," you shrug. And it wasn't... to you. You knew he was sensitive about the subject. He visibly bristled when anyone mentioned the c-word. You planned on breaking the news to him after graduation. One thing at a time. And right now, getting a high school diploma in Eddie Munson's hand was the only thing that mattered to you.
"Of course you wouldn't think getting into college is that big a deal."
"Eddie, I didn't mean it like that," you say gently.
"I guess moving a few hundred miles away from me isn't that big a deal either."
"What?"
"Don't play dumb, alright? I know you're going to Pennsylvania, where you won't have some dumb loser townie holding you back. Your mom seemed real happy about it."
Pennsylvania? You're going to… you connect the dots, and a laugh escapes you. You clamp your hand over your mouth.
His eyes fill with tears. "Yeah, it's gonna be real fuckin' funny when the love of my life runs off and forgets about me, just like everybody else did as soon as they graduated." This boy is giving you emotional whiplash. He turns around and reaches for the doorknob again.
This time, your feet cooperate. You rush over and wrap your arms around him from behind before he can get the door halfway open, and he tenses. You can feel his sides shaking. He's trying not to cry.
"That's not gonna happen."
"Bullshit." His voice cracks.
"Eddie, that's not gonna happen to us. Look at me."
He takes a shuddering breath and turns around, but keeps his eyes on the ceiling as he tries to blink back tears. You go in for a hug anyway. He resists for a second, but soon gives in and wraps his arms around you.
"I love you," you say into his neck.
Silence.
You thump him on the back. "Say it back."
"I love you, too," he mumbles.
"Do you trust me?"
He pulls back and looks at you with his big wet eyes and nods. You cup his face, kiss him on the tip of his nose, and smile. "Come with me. I gotta show you something."
"What?"
"Just come on," you grin. "Let's go for a little drive."
You scribble a note for your brother, in case he dares to venture out of the safety of his cave before you get back, and lead Eddie to the car.
Nineteen silent minutes later, you pull into a parking lot, find a space, and turn off the engine.
Eddie looks around quizzically at the parked cars, the people rushing by, and the bodies lounging on the grass. Then he looks to you.
"Where are we, Eddie?"
"Isn't this where your mom works?"
"Yeah. But where are we?"
He stares at you blankly. He's lucky he's pretty, because he is so damn dumb. You've never loved anyone more.
"C'mon," you smile, getting out of the car and waiting for him on the sidewalk. He watches you from the passenger's seat for a moment, until curiosity gets the better of him. You wait patiently, then hold out your hand when he approaches. When he takes it, you lead him toward the main building, where your point will be easier to make.
You stop and point at the massive stone sign. "What's that say?"
He huffs out an annoyed breath and reads, "Pennhurst Coll… oh." You see the realization dawn on his face, soon accompanied by a blush. "I'm an idiot."
"You're my idiot," you grin, pulling him close. "And I'm not going anywhere without you."
A Note From Wheels: Honestly can't remember if I've ever mentioned it, but in my mind, Evil Woman's mom has always been a college professor. 😂 EW will be attending Pennhurst because it's cheap (well, free, since Mom's got the hookup) and close to Eddie. 🥰 I'd imagine Pennhurst is not a very prestigious university, so Mom could probably get Eddie in if he wanted to go. (He absolutely does not.)
#writings of despair#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x evil woman#this has been sitting in a notepad folder for EIGHT MONTHS#and has SO MANY TIES TO ANOTHER BIT OF STORY I NEVER EVEN STARTED WRITING#AHHHHHHHHHH
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Royal Comfort : Nikolai Lantsov x Reader
Description: 2.1k wc sick!reader fic where reader is Nikolai’s wife and becomes sick after not heeding advice to rest her voice.
Warnings: illness/sickness, mentions of eating and drinking/soup and tea, mentions of Nikolai being shirtless (just fluff though, I promise), Nikolai bring a protective!simp for reader. 🖤
Note: full disclosure this wasn’t a WIP but rather to help my little sis @ell0ra-br3kk3r feel better 💜
“I thought you agreed to take it easy today” Nikolai sighed, walking into his office and seeing his wife y/n tidying up.
She turned to him with a guilty smile.
“How’s your throat?” He questioned, stepping to her.
“It’s gr-“ she coughed, “great”.
Nikolai gave her an incredulous look.
“Milaya, I heard you singing to yourself again” He informed her, reaching for her hand.
“Habit” she mumbled, shuffling her feet against the wood floor.
He grinned softly, “I know. And it’s precious, truly. But, you have to rest your voice”.
“Are you telling me to sh-“ She coughed again and groaned, “to shut up?”
Nikolai smirked, “If that’s what gets you to rest your throat, then, yes”.
She gave him a weak glare before spinning around to resume her cleaning.
“My beloved wife, we have people who can do that, you mustn’t fuss over it” He reminded her.
“You want them going through your documents?” She questioned softly, holding up one of his more confidential notes.
Nikolai hummed and took it from her, “Fair point Darling. I’ll handle this, you should see if Genya or someone can aid your throat”.
Y/n shook her head and took the paper back from Nikolai before setting it on the desk.
Nikolai watched her silently as she guided him to the lounge chair across the room.
She popped down and signaled for him to join her.
Once he sat down beside her, he moved to pull her to his chest and placed a tender kiss on the top of her head.
—— Time Skip 1 Day ——
“Darling” Nikolai scolded, arms crossed as he stared down his wife.
She winced slightly and covered her mouth.
He signed and walked to her before lowering her hand with his.
“I’m just worried you’ll make yourself worse” Nikolai explained.
She nodded, “I’m not trying to be difficult, it’s just so routine”.
Nikolai pulled her to him, resting his chin on her head, “perhaps you should stay in bed where you don’t have a reason to sing?”
Y/n looked around the room she’d been painting in and frowned.
As she turned back to Nikolai she shook her head with a pout.
He chuckled softly, “alright, but then the signing has to be put on hold hmm?”
She sighed but nodded reluctantly.
—— Time Skip 1 Day ——
“Your highness?” Sentinel Ivanov whispered, standing behind the King as Nikolai attended yet another boring meeting.
Nikolai nodded in response to his wife’s personal guard member, but respectfully kept his eyes on the meeting’s current speaker.
“It’s the Queen,” Sentinel Ivanov began, stepping back when Nikolai’s head whipped around instantly.
“What is it? Where is she?” Nikolai questioned, diregarding the meeting he was in.
“She’s fallen ill, she hasn’t left your shared chambers but has requested your-“ Sentinel Ivanov explained cautiously.
Nikolai stood from his seat and quickly walked to the exit.
“I have a family matter to attend to. General Nazyalensky will take over” he breathily rushed out before exiting the meeting room.
Nikolai ignored the way his staff in the hall turned to watch him speed down the hallway.
Upon reaching their bedroom door, he impatiently waited for the guards to part from their blocking of the entrance and then dashed inside.
Nikolai frowned so deeply his forehead wrinkled as he saw the state his wife was in.
Y/n lay there wrapped up in the comforter in the middle of their bed, tissues scattered across the sheets, head slightly hung, and sad eyes.
He nearly choked when she glanced over to give him a weak smile.
Her nose was red and stuffy and the smile didn’t reach her eyes.
“Moya tsaritsa” he whined, rushing to her bedside.
She pointed wordlessly to her neck and frowned.
Nikolai sighed as he took her hand in his, “your sore throat worsened?”
She nodded and then paused as a shiver took over her body.
Nikolai felt her forehead with the back of his hand and let out a sigh of relief.
“No fever, let’s keep it that way, hmm?” He advised, scanning the room.
“It’s just a stuffy nose and re-“ y/N’s voice cracked, “really bad sore throat”.
Nikolai nodded and gently moved the pillows behind her before scooping her up in his arms.
He delicately placed her back down on the bed, closer to the head of it this time.
“Let me change and then we’ll cuddle and get some rest okay?” Nikolai offered.
“You could get sick Kolya” she whined followed by a small coughing fit.
He raised an accusatory eyebrow, “you expect me to care about that?! Especially when you’re ill?”
Y/n smiled softly at him but nodded.
Nikolai chuckled softly as he removed his uniform top.
“Your guard informed me that you requested my presence “ Nikolai grinned, although he was inferring that information as he hadn’t let Sentinel Ivanov finish before he rushed to come to her aid.
Y/n coughed loudly, making Nikolai’s head whip around to look over her.
As she lowered her arm from her mouth she sighed, “I’m okay”.
He shook his head and resumed changing his clothes.
“I didn’t think about it when I asked for you” she mumbled, “but I don’t want you to get-“
“Enough of that y/n,” he warned, “I won’t have it. You are my one true love and I’m not leaving your side until you’re well”.
“Bu-but you don’t have time to-“ she argued weakly.
Nikolai turned to her, his robe hanging open around his torso as he stared at her.
“Y/n/n, I always have time for you. I love you” he cooed as he made his way back to her.
“Even when I’m sick?” Y/n questioned, followed by another cough.
Nikolai pouted and softly pulled her arm away from her face after she finished coughing, “especially when you're sick. Sick people need even more love and time than usual, you know."
Y/n whimpered quietly as she reached to her husband, “…… I love you immensely”.
He smiled and slid into the bed beside her, his arms instantly closing around her frame.
“I love you too moya tsaritsa, now how can I help?” He questioned, kissing her forehead.
She shrugged, desperately clinging onto him, “don’t know. I’m fine”.
Nikolai sighed, moving one hand from her back to her chin and tilting her face upwards, “what’s the matter?”
“This is humiliating” she pouted, eyes darting anywhere but his face.
“There's nothing humiliating about needing help once in a while, my love” he promised, smiling tenderly at her.
She finally made eye contact with him and sniffled, “but you have more important-“.
“No” Nikolai stated, his hand placed over her mouth.
She gasped and then giggled against his hand, making him smile as he pulled his hand back.
“Don’t make me risk you having to cough because I had to cover your mouth. You’re not permitted to finish that sentence” Nikolai alerted her.
“Per-permitted?” She coughed and rose her eyebrow at him.
“You know I’d never restrict you milaya, but this is one exception. I will not stand for you insinuating that there’s anything in this world I would find more important than you” he affirmed, holding her closer to his bare chest.
Y/n laid her head against his torso with a smile on her lips.
“You’re sitting though” she teased quietly.
Nikolai chuckled loudly and tickled her sides.
As her laughter turned into coughs, he abruptly stopped and held her still as his eyes scanned her face.
“I’m terribly sorry love, that was a bad idea” he apologized frantically.
“Moi tsar, Moi Kolya, it isn’t y-your fault” y/n assured him, her voice cracking slightly.
Nikolai bent his head down to place a kiss to her stuffy nose.
“Shhh y/n/n, you don’t need to talk love” he advised, shifting so she could rest on his chest again.
A few calm moments passed before y/n pulled back to glance up at her husband again.
Nikolai smirked at her inability to stay still and nodded for her to explain what was on her mind.
“You’re not mad at me?” She questioned in a breathy whisper.
Nikolai’s eyes nearly crossed as he tried to figure out where she’d get such an idea from.
“Course not, why would I be?” He wondered, staring deeply into her eyes for an answer.
“I..” she sniffled and rubbed the tip of her swollen nose with the side of her palm, “I didn’t listen when you said to stop singing”.
Nikolai let out a gust of air as he broke into a smile, “it’s okay milaya, I love your singing. Just didn’t want you to hurt is all”.
“You love my singing?” She whispered.
He cupped her cheek and guided her head back to his chest, “I am in love with your singing, y/n”.
She hummed softly but stopped as she rubbed her throat in pain.
Nikolai pursed his lips before he began to slowly moving out from behind her so he could set her against the pillows.
“I’m going to get you some tea” he informed her when she frowned at his movement.
She pouted and shook her head as she tightened her grip on the edges of his robe to try and hold him down.
Despite the fact he could very easily escape her grip, he didn’t want to; and she clearly didn’t want him to either.
So, he placed a tender kiss to the top of his wife’s head.
“Sentinel Ivanov” Nikolai called out, his hands placed over y/n’s ears.
There was a firm knock on the doors of their bed chambers as Sentinel Ivanov responded, “Korol Lantsov?”
“You may enter” Nikolai confirmed, lowering his hands from his wife’s ears.
“Korol, Koroleva” Sentinel Ivanov bowed as he reached the end of the couple’s bed.
“Ilya, please rise” Nikolai said at the same time y/n said, “you don’t need to do bow”.
Ilya smiled and nodded at them as he waited to hear why he’d been called.
“Would you please have the kitchen fetch some warm tea, and perhaps honey if there’s any, for my loving wife?” Nikolai requested, rubbing y/n’s shoulder that wasn’t pressed against his chest.
“Of course moi tsar, anything else for Koroleva Lantsov?” Ilya replied with a nod.
Nikolai glanced down lovingly at his wife, “anything else you think will help, darling?”
She shook her head and then pulled her shirt over her nose as she coughed again.
Nikolai frowned, glancing between his wife and Sentinel Ivanov.
Ilya gave Nikolai a sympathetic look, knowing full well how much y/n’s discomfort was impacting the King.
“Has anyone brought her food today?” Nikolai questioned Ilya upon remembering it was nearly noon.
Ilya shook his head, “no one other than yourself has left nor entered these chambers today. Well, and now myself”.
Nikolai nodded, sighing as he looked back at his wife.
Y/n lifted her head to make eye contact with Nikolai as she felt his gaze.
“It hurts too much” she whispered.
Nikolai pressed his lips into a fine line as he thought of how to make sure she still ate.
“Perhaps there’s some soup or broth in the kitchen?” Nikolai asked as his eyes snapped to Ilya.
“I can certainly check sir” Ilya agreed.
Nikolai hummed and nodded, “that’ll be all. Thank you”.
—— Short Time Skip ——
“You must love me a lot” y/n croaked a Nikolai lowered the spoon back to the bowl of soup.
“Obviously, you idiot” Nikolai smirked, bringing up another spoonful of warm broth.
She squinted at him but sipped the broth from the spoon in his hand.
“Now you’re insulting a sick person?” Y/n huffed.
He chuckled, “only when you say such obvious things”.
She smiled and softly pushed his hand back down to the dish has he brought up another spoonful.
“You’re full?” He questioned warily.
She nodded and he grinned as she let out a yawn.
“Fair enough, but you’re going to have some more tea before we go to sleep” he ordered as he set the bowl on the bedside table.
—— Short Time Skip ——
“Don’t” y/n whispered, eyelids blinking slowly.
She yawned and snuggled into Nikolai’s embrace even more, “don’t stop.. your fingers…”
Nikolai hummed tenderly, his fingers still moving through her hair.
“Your fingers” she repeated lowly, “feel so nice in my hair”.
He smirked to himself before lowering his head to press a kiss to her head.
“So cozy Kolya” y/n mumbled, her eyelids closing.
Nikolai watched her closely until he saw the rise and fall of her chest.
Once he noticed her eyelids and facial features relaxed, he let out a satisfied sigh.
“Rest well my dear Koroleva” Nikolai hummed, letting his own eyes close.
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