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vcnillazelda · 1 year

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Hi! ^^ I don't know if you're still taking requests. I'm kind of new around here.

So If you can, I'd like to ask for headcanons or a scenario where Ghost / Soap / König has a crush on a recruit girl who is a very skilled sniper, but is constantly underestimated and even excluded by other military personnel for being short and mute?

ghost, soap and könig crushing on mute! recruit! reader

tags: pining, eventual relationship/getting together, confessions, protective! simon, könig’s is really long i’m sorry 😭

johnny and könig under cut

a/n: aaaaa this is adorable

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ghost

he’s nervous around you ngl

full on like palms sweaty and mild stammering it’s so cute

the fact you’re mute is kind of appealing to him, he likes your company because you don’t bother him like johnny does, you’ll listen if he speaks and offer some communication sometimes albeit his sign language is rusty

the moment he realised he’s in love with you is the first mission you went on. he’s seeking you out, knowing he can’t ask your location because you couldn’t respond. he gets a little anxious due to the lack of communication, it’s what keeps him sane, knowing his colleagues are okay.

he gets you a special radio so you can communicate better, putting an extra button on so you could beep it. one for yes, two for no, three for ‘i’m in danger’, yet simon’s the only one to know about that last one

is extremely impressed by your aim, the moment he saw a sliver of a man in a window you took him down.

back on base, he notices other rookies leaving you out of training, so you’d have no one to train with.

pulls you from that training session and offers private training with him (1. because he wants to help and feels bad you’re being ostracised, 2. because he wants to spend time with you and be close to you).

when he confessed to you and asked if you felt the same he thought it would be the end of everything, but you gave him a kind smile and nodded- simon has never been so happy

he’s nervous about dating, it’s been a long time and he’s not exactly a model lover or a ‘good man’, so you’ll have to be a little patient with him

soon after dating, he sticks around you all the time, hovering in your space whilst you’re practicing longer distance shots

no one dares to leave you out of anything when he’s by your side <3

johnny

he immediately befriends you, happily chatting away- he does enough talking for the both of you

doesnt realise you’re mute at first, he starts to think you don’t like him until you give him a note explaining your situation, he’s so relieved

people leaving you out? not when johnny’s here! he’ll argue with people before pulling you from that training group and into his own- he convinced price pretty easily due to your file being full of good comments from higher ups + your aim was incredible

is literally your best friend when you join 141 and then ghost team, he’s all smiley and talks for you

he doesn’t even need to communicate with you anymore to talk for you, he’s got a sixth sense for that type of thing it’s crazy

the moment he realised he loved you was when he was done arguing with someone about excluding you, then when he walked back to you, you had a sweet smile on your face, thanking him

because you’re short, he’ll 100% use your head as an armrest btw

he confesses in a pretty old-school way, a note, flowers and a sheepish grin on his face

when you hug him tight and nod he’s over the moon, scooping you into a bear hug and kissing your cheek

he’s much more straightforward and quick than simon, so if you feel your relationships moving too fast you’ve got to tell him lol

adores you and always praises your aim on missions

will always stick up for you, no matter what.

will want you to meet his family- and he comes from a large scottish family so be ready for that 😭

will get slightly jealous when you befriend his baby brother, agreeing to play games with him- this wasn’t meant to happen, you two just clicked and now johnny’s stuck between you two

gets all clingy afterwards, asking for your attention back- he’s so childish sometimes aidjdifjdfkdien

loves going out to places with you, so 100% your first date is in a nice restaurant tucked away in a nook in his hometown :)

könig

when he sees you being openly left out of things he genuinely feels for you, considering he was heavily bullied in school

he even gets left out of things now, and he’s one of the top snipers on the force

approaches you, hoping he doesn’t look to intimidating, and asks if you want to train with him

he’s dreading you saying no, but when you smile and accept he’s quite happy

he’s used to training alone, so there’s not much conversation as the two of you work on your aim

eventually, after a few training sessions, he strikes up a few conversations.

gets extremely anxious when you don’t respond, because he’s too busy looking down his scope to look at you, and drops it

you catch on that he’s put off and give him a small note explaining you’re mute

he’s so happy you don’t hate him because deep down he wants to be friends

soon after becoming friends, you don’t care that you’re being left out of things because you just blow them off and go hang out with your extremely tall austrian friend :)

the height difference between you two is very noticeable so some other operators start calling you two ‘big and small’ 😭

you’re the first person he tells his name to, he wants you to trust him and also wants you to know he trusts you

takes time out of his day to learn sign language so the two of you can talk easier, it’s really sweet to peer into his room and see him slowly practicing hand movements

the moment he realised he loved you was when the two of you were in his room, some soft music playing as you wrote something in your journal- you looked perfect in the lamplight and he wanted to kiss you

gets extremely anxious over the idea of liking you more than a friend, he doesn’t want to lose this friendship and has never actually dated anyone before considering he’s such a loner

he asks you out in a completely different way. leaves a note on your bed but isn’t there at all, doesn’t want to face rejection.

it’s easier on him because if you do reject him he can just pretend it never happened because he wasn’t there

when you sign the note saying ‘yes :)’ and leave it on his bed he’s so happy, immediately running to the practice range and hugging you

people ask what happened because it’s so out of character for him to hug someone, and he’ll just state that something good happened

is a very hands on, clingy lover. he’s never been in a relationship before and he didn’t realise at the time how starved he was for any type of affection that wasn’t maternal (he’s a mommas boy come on now)

speaking of which, if you agree to meet his mother he’s gonna kiss you immediately. is so delighted because off base his mother is the most important thing to him

she’s lovely too, never pressures you to talk despite not entirely understanding why you’re mute. gives you plenty of austrian food you’ve probably never had before and gives amazing hugs, she’s so happy her son found a girlfriend :)

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footiecent · 14 days

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not your fault

(emily fox x reader)

in which you're obsessed with your girlfriend (especially her jawline)

warnings: slightly suggestive? almost all fluff

word count: 1.1k

It's not your fault. Really, it's not.

“Baby, don’t you have to get up soon?”

You hum in reply, half asleep.

You’re so comfortable. Your head is tucked protectively into the crook of your girlfriend’s left shoulder and neck while you lie almost entirely on top of her, the covers burying the both of you into a warm, delightful cocoon. Emily’s left hand is slowly moving up and down your back, and everything is just perfect.

“You can’t be late for work again.”

You open your eyes at that, but at the first moment you start to untangle your arms from her waist and feel her body heat dissipate, you realize that maybe you can stay for just another minute.

So, you decide to flop back down. Though, you’ve at least managed to roll your upper body partially off of her, giving you a perfect view of her side profile as she closes her eyes, not having to get up for practice for another half-hour.

You can’t help but to reach out your hand and run your thumb along her sharp jawline—mind assaulted by memories of the night before when you see the marks littered below it.

Damn. She’s gonna kill me, you think. She’s told you so many times that covering hickies up before practices is a bitch, and looking at these marks—ones that might be a few too many shades past concealable—you realize you’re fucked.

You start to analyze the best plan of action, landing on one that has you placing a gentle kiss onto her jaw before springing up from bed and hurriedly walking to the bathroom to wash up. All you have to do is leave before she gets up. Easy work. Easy peasy…

You’re so close—you’re at the door, knelt down with one shoe on when you hear her.

“Y/N! Come on!” she yells.

Yikes.

You manage to put your other shoe on right as she appears in your vision, very clearly ticked off.

“It’s not my fault?” you try, walking towards your very beautiful, and very pissed girlfriend.

“Oh, so it’s my fault I have to cover these up?” she says, pushing your shoulder when you stand in front of her.

Looking at her face, you decide that telling her you literally just look so incredible at every moment it’s not my fault you’re mine and I can’t help it would not exactly help your case. So, you decide to resume your quick exit, quickly kissing her cheek and saying, “Have a good practice babe, I love you!” as you grab your keys and leave your shared flat.

You do make a mental note to buy Emily’s favorite chocolates after work.

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Like really, it's her fault. Who gave her the right to look that good after a game?

You’re reminded that you’re always completely in the right when you’re sitting at the Emirates two days later, watching your girlfriend wrap up a defensive masterclass against Chelsea. For the first time in a while, London is sunny, and the beautiful weather only adds onto the incredible mood in the stadium as the full-time whistle blows and cheers thunder throughout every corner.

You can’t help but stare at her while she celebrates with the rest of the team. Lotte likes to joke that the two of you could melt taffy with just one of your lovesick glances, but you can’t help it. It's her fault for looking so good after a game—sweaty, smiley, and positively glowing after helping her team to a win.

She spends time walking around the stadium, signing autographs and taking pictures, while you chat absentmindedly with Alessia, who came to greet you before starting her rounds of the stadium. But when Emily finally makes her way towards you—lifting her shirt up to try and wipe some sweat off her face—you start thinking about your plans for after. Alessia catches your change in demeanor, rolling her eyes and walking away while muttering something under her breath.

“Did you enjoy the game?” your girlfriend asks, stepping in front of you, grinning from ear to ear. You both look disgustingly in love as the sun shines down and highlights her vibrant smile.

“Of course I did. How could I not, superstar?”

Being in the stands means you hover tall over Emily, enabling you to comfortably wrap your arms around her neck as she looks up at you. You ignore the few stares that direct their way towards you two as you relentlessly press kisses onto her jawline and cheek. She’s laughing as she playfully tries to shove you away, but you can’t help but hold her a little tighter and whisper just how excited you are to get home.

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So, she should stop getting annoyed. She should know that you’ll never truly be satisfied.

Your watch reads ‘8 P.M.’ as you cuddle up to Emily’s side on the white couch in your living room. The two of you had rushed home from the afternoon game, unable to resist the allure of enjoying each other’s company for a few hours.

And now, after redressing yourselves, cooking and eating dinner, washing the dishes, and tidying up the kitchen, the two of you are sitting together, more innocently enjoying each other’s company. She has a book out while you scroll mindlessly through Twitter, poking her side every few minutes to draw her attention to a funny tweet.

After thirty minutes, however, Emily is deeply immersed into her reading and you’re bored. So, you resort to beginning your favorite activity: staring at her. You look up at her while your head rests against her arm, and you’re still mesmerized by her beauty even years into your relationship.

“What?” she asks without looking away from her book.

“You’re hot.”

She dismisses the comment with a small snicker, but places a kiss onto your forehead regardless.

“We already fucked today, let me read in peace.”

You huff, but the both of you are well-aware that you aren’t deterred by small obstacles. So naturally, you begin to press a few open-mouthed kisses right below her jaw. She indulges you for a moment, closing her eyes and letting her book rest on her lap. But when a kiss turns into a stinging bite, she opens her eyes and grabs your shoulder.

“C’mon, stop it. I have to go in for recovery tomorrow, you know that,” she whines. “I already stopped you from leaving marks once today!”

But she should know that you simply can’t help yourself. She should’ve known that you were going to toss away her book from her other hand, grab her wrists, and straddle her lap. She really should know that the stern look she sends you—with her jaw clenched, almost sharpened—while sitting underneath you only makes her hotter.

She should’ve known that she was going to wake up the next morning with quite a few more marks.

After all, it's not your fault.

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sillysillygoofygoose · 3 months

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One and a Half Men + One

(Part 2 of One and a Half Men !!) Thank you to everyone who has commented, liked, and reblogged! It really makes my day 💕💕

You needed him. Bad. And it freaked the shit out of you...

Hiding out in your apartment didn't seem like such a bad idea. You missed seeing little Megumi and his drop-dead gorgeous father every morning, but you could persevere.

It was radio silence for an entire week. You told yourself you were just protecting your peace. You had too much going on to be falling for anyone, especially a father.

You were on track, focusing on your studies. One night, while you were finishing up a research paper, you heard three soft knocks on your door. So soft you almost thought you hallucinated them. Before you could even walk to your door, you heard fumbling of the knob, frantic and fighting.

"Hello? Y/n? Home?" Muffled by the thin wood between you, Megumi's voice wrung through your apartment, springing you into action.

You run to open the door, Megumi's little face greeting you, scrunched up in worry, little fists grabbing at his hair.

"Dada's sick. Really scared y/n, Dada really sick." Megumi points to his left, guiding your eyes to his apartment. You pick him up, shutting your door behind you and venturing towards the Fushiguro's apartment.

Entering the apartment, you call out for the little boy's dad, worry shining through your tone. You stand at the entrance, a groan answering you.

"On the couch, dada's on the couch." Megumi twists in your arms like a fish out of water as a signal to let him go, walking towards his daddy once he finds his footing.

Toji's entire body smothers the couch as he lays there in nothing but boxers, skin flushed, and sweaty. His eyes open, displaying a hollowed out, tired expression, making you gasp.

"Fuck. Gumi, bud you didn't have to bring y/n over. God, didn't even know you left the damn apartment." Toji felt guilty all over. He moved to sit up, stopping himself with hearty coughs.

"She take good care of you, dada. Promise. She made me happy again. Y/n help you too... right y/n?" Megumi looked over at your out of place state, boba eyes full of appreciation, his small hands resting on his dad's overheated torso.

"Um yeah, yeah, I can help out. Of course... Gumi, why don't you go to your room, baby?" You walk over to Toji's spread out form pushing back his sweaty hair to feel his forehead.

"Nuh uh. Stay with you. Make sure Dada okay." Determination in his voice, Megumi clung to you, copying the way you looked down at his father. Megumi nudges his way back into your arms, clasping his tiny hands in his hair as you hold onto him.

"Okay, bub. Daddy's gonna be alright. " You sigh deeply as you walk over to their sink, asking Gumi where they keep the glasses and washcloths.

Toji can't help himself, woozy headspace causing him to blush at your way of referring to him, melting deeper into the couch at your maternal instincts towards not only his son but him as well.

You return, glass of chilled water in hand, cool washcloth in the other, and little boy on your hip. Crouching down, you place the cup on a low coffee table, readjust Megumi, and shift yourself towards a flushing, smirking Toji.

"What's so funny?" You smile, resting your head on Megumi's to hold him in place as you move close to Toji, placing the washcloth on his chest.

"Heh, you come here often, pretty mama?" He coughs out a laugh as you pat the cloth across his chest, trying his best not to pop a boner over your innocent touches and pretty smiley eyes gazing up at him.

Those same pretty eyes widen as your cheeks heat up, playing it off with a laugh and an eye roll.

Megumi giggles.

"Dada called you Mama too, Mama! I told you. See dada, she takes good care." Megumi pokes your cheek before placing a gentle kiss on it.

"You two are absolutely unbelievable." You shake your head, entire body warm at the affection and attention.

"You're very right, Gumi. Very, very right." Toji mumbles to himself as you move to his forehead, folding the cloth in half to cling to the sweaty skin.

"There we go. Can I get you anything else, Toji?" You stand up, pulling Megumi with you.

"A kiss."

"Kiss!!" Megumi echoes, covering his mouth with two tiny hands to hide a big smile.

"Oh my goodness." You smile, shaking your head, putting Megumi down.

"Give your daddy a kiss, Gumi." You pat his back, inching him towards the dopey man. Megumi kisses his dad's cheek the same way he kissed yours.

"Your turn, y/n!" Megumi sung out, grabbing your hand.

"No, no, Gumi, let's get you to bed. It's getting reeeaaalllyyy late!" You quickly respond, scooping up the pouting kid, having him point to where his room is.

"Mama kiss dada..." Megumi huffs as you tuck him into bed and kiss his forehead.

"No buddy... I'm not Mama, okay? I'm y/n." You explain, rubbing his head soothingly.

"Ughhhhh, noooo!!" Megumi pouts, ruffling his sheets around, showing the true toddler side of him that is sometimes forgotten.

"Go to sleep, okay baby? I will check on you and your dada tomorrow." You smile as he settles down, rubbing his hands over his head, closing his eyes.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

...

Finally, Megumi dozes off after at least an hour of petting his head and back. You exit his room quietly, shutting the door. Turning your head, you see Toji's stature sitting up on the couch, much more lively than when you first arrived.

"How ya feeling, big guy?" You smile, glancing at the half empty glass of water on the table as Toji chuckles.

"Fuck, much better. I'm really sorry about all this, sweets. I was fucking delirious. Got home from work and could barely stand, felt awful. I didn't tell the little rascal to go bother you, though. He did that on his own... must've known you were good for the soul. Smart kid." Toji apologizes with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

"Yeah, smart kid, alright." You snort, shaking your head as you cross your arms in slight awkwardness. Toji gestures towards an armchair near the couch, inviting you to sit.

"But seriously, thanks a lot. You really didn't have to come over and take such good care of us. He really adores you, ya know..."

You warm up as Toji's eyes set on yours.

"Aw, well, the feeling is very mutual. You've got a lovely little boy, Toji."

Toji hums in response, slurping up the rest of the water in his sweating cup.

Silence overtakes the room as you momentarily shut your eyes, quietly reveling in the sudden peacefulness of the dim, lackluster apartment.

"You got a boyfriend?" You hear Toji question out of the blue, making your eyes fling open as you sit up a little straighter.

"Why you askin'?" You tease, confidence surging through your body. You never felt all too flustered by Toji's smooth talking or slightly invasive questions, easily surveying his game, understanding how he operates. You had quite a bit of your own moxie.

"Maybe I'm interested." Toji smirks back. Mirroring you, he folds his arms across his chest.

"Only maybe?"

...

Dating with a four year old is not always the easiest. Especially not when his daddy is all dressed up, wearing special cologne and his mommy (as he insisted on calling you, Toji not opposed to it at all) is in a long satin dress and high heels, not her usual casual wear.

"But I don't want you to goooooo! Stay!!" Megumi cried to you as he was faced with the kind old lady from apartment seventy-five, who was entrusted with watching him while his lovebird parents get a night to themselves.

You crouch down, balancing on your toes as you hold the toddler's torso, kissing his cheek.

"We won't be long, honey... maybe we'll be back before bedtime, right, Daddy?" You peer over at Toji, who was busy showing poor old Gertrude how to work the oven for Megumi's chicken tenders.

"Mama's right... and if not, you'll just see us in the morning anyways!.. C'mon, Megs, aren't ya sick of us?" Toji makes his way over to you, smoothing the hair on his little boy's head as he hugs his dad's legs, head bumping into the small, square-shaped, velvet box hidden in his dress pants' pocket.

"Alright, bubs, we really gotta get going, we'll miss our reservation." Toji lifts Megumi up, kissing both of his cheeks before handing him to you, prompting you to do the same.

Megumi huffs once you put him down, waving with attitude as you grab your coat, and Toji opens the door for you.

"Ugh. Bye mama, bye dada. Love yous." He yells as Gertrude slowly pauses in sorting out the little boy's frozen dinner on an oven tray, turning her achy body to wave bye-bye to the soon to be engaged couple.

"Bye Megumi, love you!"

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arlana-likes-to-write · 4 months

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You're Such A by Hailee Steinfeld

Summary: After years of being in an abusive relationship, you met Kate and Lucky and learned your worth. But when gifts start appearing at your work and apartment with no name, you start to wonder if you are truly safe.

Note: There are themes in this story that may be triggering please read all the warnings. There will be spoilers in the warnings. As always my inbox is open if you ever need someone to talk to!

Warning: stalking and stalking behavior, rape/non-con, gun violence, kidnapping, reader's ex is abusive, drinking, protective Kate Bishop and Avengers, nightmares, Gaslighting, injuries, ex family is rich but corrupt, implied sex

Word count: 4.7k

Strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush to her front. It was impossible not to melt against your girlfriend. Her face buried into the crook of your neck, warm breath tickling your skin. “Coffee is almost ready,” you spoke softly, not wanting to ruin the morning’s tranquility. “And I ordered your favorite; it should be here soon.”

“‘M sleepy,” she grumbled. You smiled and turned around in her arms. Kate returned late last night from a mission. Normally, she would spend the next day in bed or lodging around her apartment with you. However, today was Yelena’s birthday, which meant dinner at the tower and bar hopping tonight to celebrate the blonde.

“I know, baby,” you ran your hands through her hair and massaged her scalp. A smile graced your lips as Kate hummed happily. “Once you have breakfast, coffee, and a shower, you’ll feel better,” Kate smirked.

“Are you going to join me in the shower?” You couldn’t say no to that smile and her incredible blue eyes.

“Yes, sweetheart,” she kissed you quickly.

“Go sit on the couch. I’ll make your coffee and wait for the food,” you wanted to protest since Kate needed her rest, but you preferred how she made your coffee. Stealing another kiss, you walked over to the couch and sat down. Immediately, Lucky jumped next to you and rested his head on your lap. You had to thank this little guy for introducing Kate into your life. You were a veterinarian technician and walked the one-eyed golden retriever’s first check-up. It was a little embarrassing how quickly you fell for the archer; her energy matched Luck. The duo came into your life exactly when you needed them to. You found out your girlfriend of 4 years was cheating on you. Kate was everything Ryan wasn’t. Ryan was controlling, manipulative, and easy to anger.

Your phone buzzed, and you groaned, picking it up. You heard your girlfriend chuckling from the kitchen. Knowing it was Yelena’s birthday celebration, you took today and tomorrow off, but they could call you in if they were short-staffed. However, it didn’t work. It was a text from a number you still need to save. A simple hi with a smiley face. Odd. “Is it work?” Kate asked, managing to carry two mugs of coffee and the breakfast. Quickly, you stood up to help her and pushed Lucky off the couch. She gave you an amused smile at your pointed look when she knew you were annoyed she didn’t ask for help.

“No,” you sipped your coffee, moaning at the taste. You loved teasing your girlfriend that she could make an excellent barista if the whole Avenger gig didn’t work. “It’s a wrong number. I’m going to ignore it.”

You were a disgusting, sweaty mess. A mob of bodies surrounded you, and Kate’s arms were around your waist, holding you close as you danced against her. After a few rounds of shots, Kate pulled you to the club’s dance floor. This was the group’s third bar of the night, and you were feeling the effects of the drinks. There was a buzz flowing through your veins. It was a mixture of the alcohol and Kate’s lips on your neck. You moaned, her lips attacking a sensitive spot underneath your ear. “Fuck,” she groaned. “I’m so close to ditching everyone and taking you back to my apartment.” You were surprised you heard her over the song’s bass and the voices of the other people in the club. Giggling, you turned around to face her. Your arms moved behind her neck.

“I don’t think Yelena would be pleased,” you yelled over the music. “She may kill you.”

“Worth it,” she kissed your cheek. “You’ve been killing me all night in this outfit.” It was why you wore it. Teasing your girlfriend was your favorite pastime. You pulled her closer, placing your lips against hers, and she quickly depended on it. No one else mattered. She consumed all of your senses; the fruity drink she just finished was on her lips, and the faint scent of her perfume and the callouses on her fingers gripped the skin underneath your shirt. It was over too soon as a hand-pulled you away from Kate.

“I have to pee,” America whined, dragging you towards the bathroom. You laughed at the defeated look on Kate’s face. There was no one in the bathroom and no line. America stumbled into the stall and let out a sigh. “You and Kate look good out there,” she yelled as if she was still on the dance floor. You rolled your eyes and pulled out your phone. A few messages were in the group chat, and a picture was sent to you. It was you and Kate dancing together. The picture was a little blurry, but you could see your smile, and how Kate looked at you made your stomach flip. You quickly saved the photo and made it your lock screen. America left the stall, cleaned her hands, and dragged you back out. You had enough time to put your phone in your pocket.

“Someone is popular,” you entered the veterinary clinic with your bag over your shoulder and two iced coffees; one was for you, and the other was for Ashley, your best friend and the receptionist at the clinic. “You got some gifts over there.” You handed her the coffee and walked to the table with boxes, flowers, and stuffed animals. A majority had your name on it, while others had the names of your colleagues. It wasn’t rare that patients sent gifts in the form of gift cards and chocolates to show their appreciation. You preferred the chocolates over everything. Carefully, you picked up the stuffed animal resembling Lucky, even missing an eye.

“Can you divide it up between all of us?” You asked Ashley. “I don’t need all of this.” She nodded, wrapping her hands around the coffee mug, and took a sip.

“Are you keeping Lucky 2.0?” She teased. You nodded your head excitedly.

“It’s so cute!” You cooed, squishing its face against yours. “It has no name. I wonder who sent it. I don’t know who to thank.”

“Probably went with one of these gifts,” she shrugged. “Just ask the patients you see. Someone will take credit for it.”

“Honey, I’m home!” Kate’s sing-song voice rang throughout the apartment. It made you smile. Usually, it would put you in a good mood, but not today.

“I’m upstairs,” you called out to her. You heard her take the stairs two at a time to reach you quickly. When the door opened, you refused to move from the cocoon of blankets with Lucky at the foot of the bed. You found yourself spending more and more time at Kate’s apartment than your own: an extra bathroom toothbrush, clothes in her closet, and your shoes by the door. Her apartment was your safe space, so after a brutal day at work, you made your way to her bed and waited for her to come home. Her scent in the blankets tricked your mind into thinking her arms were around you. You were sure Ashley texted Kate to inform her of the day you had. A life-saving surgery went wrong, and you had to consult a grieving family that quickly turned to anger directed at you.

“Hi, baby,” you felt the bed dip under her weight. “What can I do?” You merely shrugged. She sighed, carefully putting her arm around your waist and pulling you into her chest. There was no energy in your body to fight her, and you allowed her to maneuver you until your face was pressed against her chest. Her hair was damp; she must have showered at the tower before rushing over here. “I got you, baby girl. Let go.” You weren’t used to this soft treatment. Kate was always there to pull you into her arms and allow you to fall apart. “I’m so proud of you. You did everything you could,” she praised. You shook your head. The praise felt bitter. You were undeserving of it. “None of that,” she kissed your head. “I know you, sweetheart, you did your best. We can’t save everyone no matter how hard we try.” The tears escaped your eyes, staining the fabric of Kate’s shirt. But she held you tight.

When you arrived at work the next day, a beautiful bouquet of flowers was at your desk with a note. ‘I’ll be thinking about you today.’ There was a heart at the end. You smiled, slipping the note into your wallet. You weren’t sure how Kate had enough time to set this up, but you were grateful. Texting your girlfriend to thank her for the flowers you got to work. It was during lunch that you learned Kate wasn’t the one to send you flowers. Who was it?

Something was happening. More gifts were being sent to the clinic and even your apartment. The notes that were attached had a tone of possessiveness to it. They wanted you; to them, no one else could have you. It was scary. At first, you kept it from your girlfriend, not wanting to worry her, but she found out when gifts were being sent to her apartment. All addressed to you. She arranged her Avenger duties to walk you to work and pick you up once your shift was done. During lunch, she delivered food to you, so you didn’t have to leave. It was a little suffocating and restricting, but you knew she was doing all this to keep you safe until the Avengers could figure out who was behind it.

Ashley was on her lunch, so you were asked to watch the front desk. It was a relatively slow day. Therefore, it was a no-brainier for you to help your friend get ahead on administrative tasks, reaching out to patients to confirm appointments, answering emails, and reminding them about billing issues. You were on the phone when the door opened. “I’ll be right with you.” You said, not taking your eyes away from the screen.

“Take your time,” your stomach dropped at the voice. Ryan. You glanced over the counter and saw your ex. She looked like she hadn’t slept in a few weeks, her clothes a little messy, and dark circles under her eyes. “Finish the call, sweet cheeks,” she smiled, leaning against the counter. Now you saw it, the pistol in her hand. “Go on.”

“Sorry, ma’am,” you went back to booking the appointment. “Yes, we have availability at 2 PM on Thursday.” Could they hear how your voice shook? Ryan was flipping through a calendar the clinic had set up on the counter. “Right, of course. We’ll see you then. Have a great day.” You hung up, saved the appointment on the computer, and wrote on a sticky note letting Ashley know about the call. You added Ryan’s name to it.

“What do you want?” You asked and faced her.

“I’m disappointed, sugar,” she closed the calendar and looked at you. Her smile once caused butterflies in your stomach, and now it scared you. “Everything I’ve given you and not a single thank you.”

“What-?” It hit you suddenly. The gifts. The random text messages. Was the photo her, too? You reassured Kate that it couldn’t have been Ryan. You changed your phone number, address, and even the place you worked when you ended it with her.

“You’ve always been so smart,” she smiled. “Come with me, or I’ll start lighting this place up.” You had no choice but to follow her out of the clinic. To the average eye, you and Ryan looked like a loving couple. Her arm wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you closer to her, but those who walked the streets couldn’t see the gun pushed into your side. Ryan opened the passenger door, helped you in, and kissed your hand before closing it. It took a lot of self-control to keep yourself seated. The fear of the unknown of that pistol she had. Would she use it on you? Soon, she got in the driver’s seat and let out a sigh. “Baby,” the pet names were making your stomach twist. It was sickening how much you graved them from her at one point. “Safety first,” she reached over you to buckle your seat belt. You felt paralyzed.

“Where are you taking me?” You finally found your voice to ask.

“I’m taking you home.”

Ashley was surprised to walk back into the clinic to find the waiting room filled with patients. Victoria, the other vet tech, was trying to soothe angry humans with equally emotional pets. “What happened?” Ashley asked, walking behind her desk. “Where is Y/n?” She dropped her bag to the floor instead of hanging it up.

“I don’t know,” Victoria said. “But it’s not like her to just leave without letting one of us know.” Ashley frowned but focused her attention on a woman with a very yappy Pomeranian. She smiled, apologized with her best customer service voice, and tried to put out fire after fire.

“Yes,” she said on the phone. “We can reschedule your appointment.” Ashley looked at her calendar and saw the sticky note with your handwriting. It explained that you added another appointment to her online schedule, but Ryan was written at the end of it. Why would you write her name? Unless. “Yes, sorry, I’m here.”

Ryan’s hand rested on your thigh, nails digging into the scrubs. The radio was on, filling the empty silence, but you weren’t able to listen to whatever song was playing. Your skin was on fire, and all of your nerve endings were fixated on her hand on you. “Are you excited to go back?” She asked. “It’s been a while since you’ve been.” You were watching the mileage signs, and the exists she was taking. She was driving towards Cape May, New Jersey. It was a 2-hour drive from the city, and her family owned a few properties out there. During the warmer months, you would take the drive and stay at one of the vacation homes. “Come on, sweetheart, why are you so quiet? You love this drive.” You did. Ryan always drove, so it forced her to spend time with you. You cleared your throat.

“How - how have you been?” You asked. “How’s the business?” Ryan’s family was wealthy. Her family owned resorts in a few tropical islands built long before Ryan was born. High-profile guests and celebrities frequented the resorts due to their impeccable service, stunning locations, and commitment to creating unforgettable experiences. But when Ryan’s grandparents inherited Heritage Luxury Resorts, the business began to take a darker turn. They were too focused on maintaining their luxury lifestyle and took advantage of the indigenous population and the land the resorts were built on. Ryan sighed, tightening her hold on you, and winced from the pain.

“Complicated. Mother and father are being difficult.” Before you broke up with Ryan, you overheard a rumor from the staff working in her house that her parents would kick her out of the will. The business would go to her younger brother.

“I’m sorry,” you placed your hand on top of hers. “I know how hard it is to please them.” You had to keep her happy and please her whenever you could.

“See, I knew you would understand,” she picked up your hand and kissed the back of it. “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, Ry Ry,” you had to be strong and wait until Kate came to save you.

Kate’s blood was boiling. It had been since she received the call from Ashley, and Yelena drove her and America to your work. She watched the security footage of your ex threatening you with a pistol, and you left with her. Her anger was simmering in her stomach, and all she saw was red, but there was lingering guilt. She should have pressed harder for you to take time off, but you loved your job. America placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “She must want to know she is responsible,” Yelena said. “With her money and resources, she could have hired someone to do it for her.”

“I’ll have FRIDAY flag her and Y/n’s passport,” America added. “Keeping them in the states limits the number of properties Ryan could take her.” Kate nodded.

“We have to find her,” Kate said. “Ryan is deeply unhinged.” You spent one night explaining every awful thing she did to you. “I don’t know what she’ll do to her.”

Ryan opened the front door to the house for you to walk inside. You could hear the sound of the ocean and smell the salt. It was once senses that provided you comfort. “Go sit, and I’ll make you something to eat.” She kissed your forehead and laced her hand with yours. She led you to the kitchen island and helped you sit on the bar stool. Round the corner, she began to cook. The pistol was on her back. “I can make your favorite. Shrimp scampi.”

“Sounds great,” you forced a smile. It wasn’t your favorite, but it was the only meal she could cook halfway decently. You looked around the house. It has mostly stayed the same since the last time you were there. “Is this where you’ve been staying?” You asked. Ryan nodded.

“I left for here after you broke up with me,” she flashed you a smile. It scared you. “Which was partly my fault that we broke up, but you also allowed your emotions to get in the way.” Was that her half-ass attempt at an apology? Gaslighting you to believe you acted irrationally. Once upon a time, you would have compromised and taken the blame to keep the peace. But that was before you met Kate, the other Avengers, and learned your worth.

“You’re right,” set a bowl in front of you filled with pasta and shrimp that looked like heated-up leftovers. “I should have stayed and not run.”

“See, like I said, so smart. Now enjoy!” you are as you listen to Ryan droning on and on about the legal battles her family was facing. Never stopped to ask how you were doing. It wasn’t always like this - she showed a loving and caring side for the first year and a half. When you were robed in, trapped, she showed her true colors. She made it impossible for you to leave and broke you down, believing no one could ever love you except her. Once you were both done, you washed the dishes and put the leftover food in the fridge. “I have a surprise for you.” She put her arm around you and brought you upstairs to the master bedroom. She gestured at you to open the closed door, but you hesitated. “Open the door, sweetie.” You wanted to refuse, to be stronger than her, but you needed to keep her calm. You had to make her believe you were on her side. Opening the door, you felt sick. The food you ate turned in your stomach; bile moved up your throat. The windows were covered with blackout curtains; the light bulbs were replaced, so the room glowed red. But the walls were covered with pictures. Most were solo pictures of you going to work, walking Lucky, or shopping. The other photos were of you and Kate. However, Ryan photoshopped her face over Kate’s—the dates Kate took you on, Ryan or someone she hired was there. The worst photos were the ones she somehow got you and Kate in bed. You turned to face her. “Do you like it?”

“How? Why?”

“Oh, sweet girl,” she cupped your cheek. “I told you. You are mine. No one can take you from me. I love you, and I know deep down you love me.” No. No. No. At one point, you did. You loved her so much, but now you hated her. You resented everything she did to you that broke you down.

“No,” you mumbled. Ryan hummed in question. “I don’t love you.” You pushed on her chest and ran for the door. She was quick to react and grab your waist. You fought against her, but she was still stronger than you.

“Pretty girl, please, I don’t want to hurt you,” she threw you on the bed and covered your body with hers, pinning your hands above your head. “Stop struggling.” You kept fighting. You couldn’t give up when you had people waiting for you.

“Please let me go, Ryan, please,” you whimpered, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. “I wanna go home.”

“You are home,” Her voice was sickly sweet, and she kissed your cheek dangerously close to your mouth. “You are mine. Now and forever.”

“They cross into New Jersey by the Vincent R. Bridge, and that is where FRIDAY loses them,” Sam explained. Kate found it hard to believe anyone could avoid detection from Tony Stark’s AI. They had footage of you being forced into Ryan’s car and then driving to the bridge. After that, the trail goes dark.

“The Heritages have a few properties in New Jersey,” Maria said. “A few in Newark, Secaucus, and Cape May.”

“Why do you need that many properties in New Jersey?” America mumbled. It was a far point, but Kate was stuck on Cape May. She remembered you telling her stories about a vacation home they owned there. Ryan would take you there after a fight.

“Maria, can you pull up the properties they own in Cape May?” Kate asked.

“If we limit apartment buildings and restaurants,” Jesus, Kate thought, were they trying to create a monopoly? “That leads us to four rental properties.” The front of each house was pulled up on the screen. “Satellite imagining shows vehicles at all 4 of them,” Ryan was brilliant but dangerous, and if they chose the wrong house, she should get tipped off.

“What’s going through your mind, Kate?” Yelena asked.

“She told me that Ryan would bring her to one of these houses after a fight,” Kate explained and stood up. “I just have to think. Give me a second,” she stared at the images, racking her brain for any detail.

‘I know I should hate that place,’ you told her. Your head rested on Kate’s lap with your eyes closed as you told her about your time at Cape May. ‘It was a band-aide that was placed on a serious wound. But I loved being able to walk right on the beach.’

“Remove any of them that don’t have direct access to the beach,” one house was removed. Good. It was a start. Think. Think.

‘There was a pool too. I found myself there when she was off doing god knows what.’

“Do any of them have a pool?” All three pictures remained. “Shit,” she rubbed her hands across her face and crossed her fingers behind her head. It had to be something unique.

‘My favorite part was when we would stay in the master suite, there was a fireplace. I’d love to start a fire and read by it.’

“What house has a fireplace in the master bedroom?” She saw Maria smile, and only one house remained. “That’s where Ryan took her.”

“Are you sure?” Sam asked. Yes. No. Maybe.

“Yes, she’s there.” You had to be.

Your body ached as the door opened to Ryan with a glass of water and a wet cloth. She had your arms bonded above your head. Your legs were chained, but she undone them before she had her way with you. Ryan whipped the tears off your face and cleaned between your legs. With even more care, she put on a pair of sleep shorts. “Here,” she held the glass to your lips. “Drink,” you refused to even though you desperately wanted to soothe your throat. Your ex sighed and placed the glass on the nightstand where the pistol was. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Are you not enjoying our time together?” You closed your eyes, lips quivering. “Hey,” she slapped you on the cheek, and your eyes shut open. “I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.”

“No,” you answered honestly. “I want to leave.” She stood up and rolled her sleeves to her elbows.

“I gave you everything,” she said. “You are nothing without me. You left me,” she banged her fist against her chest. “For a wannabe Avenger. For a washed-up aristocratic.”

“Don’t talk to her like that,” you said. “She is everything you aren’t. You are a -” You let out a shaky breath. “You had your chance, and you blew it. You ripped it up, chewed it, and the more talk you prove it.” Ryan straddled your chest, hand gripping your throat.

“Keep talking. I fucking dare you.” Something snapped inside you. There was so much rage in your stomach.

“You’re such a.” She grabbed the pistol and put it to your temple. “Did you think I would let you crawl back into my life after everything we’ve been through? I’m finally doing better without you.” You spit in her face. A sheering pain rippled through your head. The face before you became unfocused, and it was getting harder to keep your eyes open—a ringing formed in your ears. You couldn’t tell if it was the concussion or if you heard the door was forced open. Suddenly, Ryan’s body was ripped off of you, and different hands grabbed onto you. You knew these hands. Warm, calloused hands. She was saying your name, and your arms were freed.

“Kate?” You whispered.

“Yeah, baby, it’s me,” you choked out a sob and put your arms around her neck, pulling her closer. “I know. I know.” Her voice shook. “You’re safe. Let’s get you home.”

For the first time in the Heritage family’s history, their money and power couldn’t protect them. Ryan was sentenced to prison, and you helped the prosecutors bring down the Heritage family and gave the land back to the ingenious people they stole it from.

Recovery was slow. The injury on your head from Ryan hitting you with the pistol healed, but you would flinch at every loud noise whenever someone touched you, and your nightmares made you believe Ryan was coming back for you. Work allowed you as much time off as needed, so you spent your days locked away in Kate’s apartment.

You were sitting on the window ledge, head resting on the glass. Your hand was running through Lucky’s fur. “Hi,” Kate said, sitting down in front of you. The archer put her Avenger duties on hold until you were better. You felt a little guilty for it.

“Hi,” you whispered, grabbing her hand and interlocking your fingers with hers.

“How’s today going?” She never asked how you were doing. You grew tired of everyone asking you, so she changed the wording but meant the same thing.

“Today is good,” you answered honestly. It was good. There was no nightmare last night that woke you up. You joined Kate on her walk with Lucky. “Katie,” you hummed in question. “You are,” you paused. Was there a singular word to describe her? “Everything. I don’t think I could get through this without you.” The archer smiled.

“Of course you would have,” she said. “You are so much stronger than you think you are. So much more than whatever lies she told you. You are my beautiful, wonderful, brilliant, and strong girlfriend.” You whipped away a few tears that escaped your eyes. “And I will remind you every single day.”

“Yeah?” You smiled. “Every single day?” She giggled, kissing the back of your hand.

“You are stuck with me, baby. I sincerely apologize,” her eyes widened slightly. “Unless you want to get rid of me, then I would understand, but I would be sad.” You giggled. With a roll of your eyes, you moved to sit between her legs. She rested her head on your shoulder.

“I love you,” you whispered. She squeaked but covered the surprise noise with kisses on your neck.

“I love you too,” she softly spoke. In your apartment or hers or at the Avenger tower, with Kate’s arms around you, you were home.

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neo404 · 7 days

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request !!

can you write abt dom nick x male reader and overstim? maybe some edging turned to overstim? pls

Wait.

Summary: you are needy but Nick is busy all day, so he tells you to wait until the night.

Tw: NSFW, edging, overstimulation, a bit degradation (Nick calls reader slut and whore), reader sends Nick pictures and videos of himself to Nick.

I woke up sweaty and needy, I had a long dream and I needed Nick to take care of it, so I rolled over to hug him but he wasn’t there. I open my eyes and see him get out of the shower, damp hair and towel tied around his waist. I whine at him.

‘’What’s wrong? did you sleep bad?’’ he asks walking to me and kissing my forehead. ‘’Good morning sleepyhead.’’

‘’Niick.’’ I pout as he walks to his closet.

‘’What?’’ he asks laughing.

‘’Come here.’’ I sit criss-cross on the bed while he puts his clothes on. After putting his shirt on he comes to sit on the bed beside me, I wrap my arms around him, his cologne sticking to my body. ‘’Nick.’’ I whisper.

‘’What?’’ he giggles while putting his socks on.

‘’Need you.’’ I mumble against the crook of his neck, leaving a kiss on it. ‘’Need you so bad.’’ He sighs.

‘’I can’t. I have to go, today is a busy day. I’m sorry, just wait for me, okay?’’ he pats my head and continuous to put his shoes on.

‘’But-…’’

‘’Come on, be good. I’ll reward you later.’’ I cross my arms over my chest and frown at him. ‘’Don’t act like that, you know that I always take good care of you.’’ He kisses my cheek. ‘’Just wait for me, be a good boy. Remember we’ll have the house for ourselves tonight, yeah?’’ I smile a bit remembering that Matt and Chris are having a sleepover at a friend’s house.

‘’Mh, okay.’’ Nick smiles and hugs me tightly; he kisses my forehead and stands up.

‘’I’ll go to make sure Matt is awake. I’ll see you later baby. I’ll order some food for you.’’

‘’All right, thanks and bye.’’ He closes the door behind him when going out. I sigh and throw myself back, my head hitting the pillow and I grab a spear one that was laying near and hug it.

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After eating the food Nick ordered for me, I decided to take a cold shower to help myself. It didn’t work, being surrounded by Nicks shampoos and soaps didn’t help, my mind keeps thinking of him and now I smell like him. So, after the shower I decide to tease him a bit, I put my boxers on and lower them a bit, the towel around my neck I grab my phone and pause the music. I pose and send Nick 2 pictures with a smiley face. He replies almost immediately.

>IM IN REUNION, CHRIS IS SITTING BESIDES ME >ARE YOU CRAZY?? >shit, you look amazing >I hate you

I laugh at his messages and decide to reply later.

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I was sitting on the couch watching tiktoks on my phone. I see a notification from Nick, he sends me a snap, I open it and it’s a mirror selfie in a bathroom, and in white letters it read ‘I’m heading home’. I blush while looking at the picture, the shirt hugs him all the right ways, I gulp and send him a snap with my face covered by a pillow, ‘why are you so handsome?’ read at the bottom.

I feel my shorts grow tighter and I shift on the couch. Fuck it, I have waited all day, and Nick is on his way, I’m sure he won’t mind. I walk to his room, closing the door behind me and getting to his bed, I take of my shorts and boxers leaving me in only Nicks shirt. I send him a quick snap, my hip and belly exposed and my hand rising his shirt. My hand travels down and grabs my aching length, I start to stroke it when I hear my phone ring again, a message from Nick.

>I told you to wait, if I get home and you are touching yourself, I swear…

I send him a quick video, my hazy eyes looking down to my moving hand then up to the camera, I lower my phone a bit letting him see my hand moving up and down slowly, a soft whimper of his name escapes my mouth. He replies almost immediately.

>I warned you.

I leave my phone aside; I concentrate in the though of Nick coming home and doing whatever he wants to me. Soft moans leave my mouth, calling for his touch. Maybe I was too concentrated that I didn’t hear when he opened the front door. I hear the door of his room open.

‘’You are in so much trouble.’’ He groans, his big hand grabbing mine and pinning them up of me.

‘’Nick. Please.’’

‘’Shut up, I gave you one rule. I told you to wait and you disobeyed.’’ He kisses and bites my neck; my legs wrapping around his waist to try and bring him closer to me.

‘’Need you, please.’’

‘’If you were a good boy, I would be giving you what you wanted. I told you baby.’’ Nick bites specifically hard this time, his teeth sinking into my neck, a sharp moan leaving my mouth. His free hand moves down to my leaking shaft, his hand squeezing and stroking it. My back arches and I close my eyes, Nicks hand stops moving, I feel him smile against my neck. ‘’No, no. Not yet, I told you to wait and now you’ll wait.’’ I whine and try to move my hips but I feel his hand slapping my thigh.

Whines and begs leave my mouth, this has been going on for a long time, my mind dizzy longing for release. Until both of his hands leave my body, I pull down my hand and they travel to Nick thighs. ‘’I think you had enough, don’t you think?’’ I nod, not being able to articulate proper words or think of coherent sentences. “Need me to fuck you?” I nod again.

“Please, been waiting too long.” He coos at me, and his hand caresses my check slightly.

“My bad, baby. I just had to teach you a little lesson. I’ll be good with you now, I promise.’’ he kisses my cheek and stands up, my arms reach out for him but I don’t have the strength to sit up. He walks to his closet and takes out some lube and a vibrator we bought some weeks ago. I gulp, my chest flutters with excitement. He walks back to me, placing the things he grabbed beside me, he smiles at me. “What? Are you excited? Yeah? I can tell, baby. Don’t worry, it will be worth the wait.” Nick takes his shirt off, tossing it on the floor, he then unbuttons his pants and takes them off, he kneels on the bed between my legs. Both of his hands push my knees up. “Keep ‘em there for me, love.’’ I put both of my hands below my knees and Nick takes his hands off, they grab the light pink toy and turns it on, he gently puts it on my chest, moving it from side to side, paying close attention to my sensitive nipples, then he starts to move it down to my stomach, when it touches my throbbing dick. I gasp and my back arches. ‘’Shh, don’t move too much.’’ He leaves it there while he lowers his boxers, grabs the bottle of lube and pours a bit over his hard cock, he rubs it all over it and his wet fingers make their way to my hole, I cum when he puts two of his fingers in, the stimulation and the waiting being too much. “God, what a slut, you came for two fingers. Aww, it’s okay, I won’t stop.’’

My legs shake and quick, my head presses down the pillow, I feel my eyes watering. His long fingers pump in and out of me at a fast pace, his low voice is praising and degrading me at the same time, ‘good job slut’ and ‘that’s my dirty boy’ leaves his mouth. He slides his fingers out and pumps his length with the same hand, he lines himself up and slides it in slowly. I gasp, droll rolling down my mouth to my chin, I moan uncontrollably as he hammers his hips into mine. “What a mess, missed this tight hole so much. Missed my dirty whore so much.’’ He growls and moans as his hips move fast. My eyes roll back, my back is arched, my legs are tired, but it feels too good.

“Fuck, Nick. C’mming.”

“Yeah? Go on, do it.’’ My hands can’t keep up anymore, I let go of my legs and my arms fall to the bed, Nick quickly grabs them and push them closer to my chest, hitting deeper inside of me. I loudly moan, I’m practically screaming when my warm cum hits my chest.

“That’s it, scream for me. Let everyone know how good I fuck you, let them know how much of a slut you are, just for me. My filthy whore.’’

‘’Too m’ch. Can’t, can’t.’’ I babble as I grab the sheets below me, my head dizzy and my eyes blurry.

‘’You sure baby, come one then, if you want me to stop you have to say the word. You remember it, don’t you?’’ I nod and he grins. ‘’Say it then…’’ I don’t say it, instead I moan as I feel the toy moving away from my body. ‘’Told you to not move so much.’’ He grabs it and places it where it was this time holding it against my warm skin, he presses the little button and it speeds up. Nick groans, I feel him twitch inside of me, he speeds down his trust but he makes sure he hits deeper, I pant, he lowers his upper body and I wrap my arms around him, scratching his shoulders trying to control myself. He grabs the vibrator and turns it off, he tosses it to the other side of the bed. His trusts are slopy and uneven, I grab his by the cheek and pull him into a kiss, it’s very messy but it was all I needed. Nick pulls out, he presses his length against mine and grabs both of them with one hand, he starts to move his hand up and down quickly, I squirm and shake, he grunts and moans. “Fuck, give me one more, one more.’’ I arch my back; his free hand rubs my waist and hip. I close my eyes and bite my lip; I feel my head dizzy and I can’t hold it back anymore. Nicks hands stop, I look down and I see both of our members leaking and twitching, I let out a sigh. My back hits the bed completely, and my brain is not working properly.

Nick kisses my cheeks and nose. “I’m here, baby. I’m here.’’ He whispers and soothes me. I wrap my arms around him, his warm body brings me comfort. “You took me so well, great job. I’ll go get us some water and something to eat, yeah? And then we can have a hot shower, how does that sound?’’ I nuzzle my head closer to him. ‘’I’ll take that as a yes.’’

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luxesiren · 8 months

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⸻ 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 :: g.tomioka x black fem!reader.

synopsis :: needy giyuu. that’s really it.

cw :: 18+ MDNI. hand job, submissive!giyuu, dom-ish reader?, dirty talk.

a/n :: this quite literally ran from me..

giyuu can’t help himself when he’s needy, he’ll constantly beg and cry for your attention especially when his cock is leaking and desperate for release. he tosses his head back at the feeling of your hand around his cock, a whine leaving his lips when you start to move your hand up and down on his shaft, stroking slowly, practically teasing him.

his tip leaks precum and it’s slightly red but you couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on your lips when you saw his face. a heavy blush surround his cheeks and travels all the way down to his neck and stopping at the top of his chest, “look at your pretty blush, such a pretty boy..” your voice laced with silk as you whisper in his ear, your hand still tight around his cock and stroking him.

he normally hates being teased but he loves being teased by you, makes him cum harder than usual. his chest heaving with shallow breaths but you keep teasing him, edging him to the brink of insanity. your hand speeds up almost allowing him to cum, “m’gonna cum, gonna cum.” he rushes out but you just smile and slow down your pace making him whine loudly, almost like a melody to your ears. he paints the prettiest picture with his tears streaming down his face and the grip he has in the sheets, fingers curled in the sheets and gripping as tight as he can.

“did i say you could cum, baby? hm?” you asked, giggling softly at the shake of his head in response. your hand still on his cock as you lean up to kiss his lips, your tongues tangled together and lips smacking loudly in the room. you find a joy out of teasing giyuu because of his reactions, he always looks so cute with tears in his lash line ready to fall and you continue to take advantage of that every single time he allows you to play with him like this.

you speed up your hand again, this time wanting him to cum all over your hand. “you gonna cum for me? yeah?” his tears falling and nothing but moans and whimpers leaving his lips as your hand sets a brutal pace against his cock.

“come on you can do it. cum for me.” you watch as his face changes, his back slightly arching into your hold as he cums all over your hand. “you did so good, pretty boy..” ropes of his cum landing on your hand and some on his chest, coating his already sweaty skin. you stroke his cock once more watching giyuu twitch and tremble.

the soft smile you get from him is always beautiful after he gets what he wants.

tags :: @smiley-babe @chosovixen

#𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜…#siren loves demon slayer ♡#demon slayer smut #demon slayer #demon slayer drabble #giyuu tomioka #kny giyuu #giyuu x reader #kimetsu giyuu #demon slayer giyuu #giyuu smut #giyuu x you #giyuu x y/n #tomioka giyu x reader #tomioka giyuu smut

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darkphoenix07 · 1 year

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Hi :3 Could you don’t Seonghwa comforting your ptsd?

like you grew up in a toxic household of yelling and fighting and you were neglected so now your really sensitive to loud things and people who get angry, and don’t trust people easily ,

thank you, this seriously means so much to me

Seonghwa Comforting your PTSD

Link to my mental health related requests

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Paring : Seonghwa x Reader

Genre : PTSD, Mental health, Comfort

Music : Fine by Taeyeon, Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine

Warning : Negative self talk

6:40 p.m.

You are working on your college assignment in study room. Your desk full of papers and files, a coffee mug and your favorite cookies. You check the clock and realize Seonghwa is late for your date. He said that he would come and pick you up at 6 but it's 40 minutes past that. He has never done something like that but he didn't even call you saying he will be late.

A vicious anxiety is creeping inside your head. Did he forget about you? Doesn't he care about you anymore? In your house, you never had the love you wanted. They always expected too much from you and you always felt nothing important to them. It broke you in ways nothing did. They were your family but their shouting, screaming still echoes in your head as you close your laptop and finish you coffee.

You start to pace around the corridor and time passes by.

You think about Seonghwa how he has always been there like a friend, like a supportive person. He is everything you have never had. He does everything for you that you didn't have. Even though you feel guilty for having doubts. What makes you feel guiltier is that he never accuses you for doubting his love because he knows you have severe depression and he always does his best to make you feel safe, make you feel like yourself around him.

As the good things he did for you calm you down, you notice the time that it's already 7:30 which makes you a little upset. You can call him but you wanted to see why isn't he calling you instead.

Suddenly the door bell ring and you run towards it. As you open it, you see Seonghwa standing looking a bit drunk. Your heart skips a beat seeing him like that, all sweaty and smiley.

"Baby, good evening. How have you been?" He says as he pulls you for a hug.

A sudden relief washes over you, at the same time you're confused.

"Where have you been?" You ask him as he releases you.

"We had a little after party in Yunho's house after practice. It was fun, you know. I missed you," he pouts.

You understand that he is not that drunk but he is still looking like a baby, a lost one.

"Come inside and get fresh," you tell him.

"Yes, ma'am," he says taking off his shoes.

As he starts going inside your room, you call him, "Seonghwa, aren't you hungry?"

"Nah, I've already had dinner," he says and gets inside the room without asking you if you have had anything for dinner, if you are hungry or not.

He has forgotten about the date. No, he has forgotten about you, just like that. You have started to annoy him, you think.

He has gotten tired of your traumatic behaviors, your wanting too much. He has started to neglect your dates with him. Then what? When will he ask for you to break up?

You feel angry and disgusted at the same time. No matter how much he tried to help you, you were not getting any better and he is avoiding spending time with you now. He is having fun with friends, not you.

"Baby, are you alright? You look a little red right now," Seonghwa says washing his hair, he looks refreshed now.

You look down, "Do you not love me anymore?"

"What?"

"Am I being too much of a burden nowadays? Should I leave your apartment?" The insecurities in your head sounded to painful as you utter them out loud.

"Baby, is it my fault? Have I done something wrong?" He asks coming closer to you.

You look at him with red puffy eyes, your tears fighting to come out, "Did you do something wrong? Can you ever? Wasn't it always me? Wanting too much from you?"

"Come to the point. What have I done to cause you-"

"How do you take me? I can't even take myself. How do you do that? Aren't you tired? So much tired that you wanna let go right now?" You say and he grabs your shoulders.

He looks mad, "You are talking nonsense again. What will make you feel whole again, baby? What? What else will I have to do to make you understand that nothing is wrong with you?"

You move his hands, "Nothing, Seonghwa. I guess, I'm broken in a way no one and nothing can fix me. I'm a trash can and an empty shell. I can give you nothing but trauma and sadness."

"Are you out of your mind? What's wrong with you? Why're you suddenly saying all these?" He asks running his hand through his hair.

"I can see it, Seonghwa. I can sense it that nothing I do will be good for you," You tell him.

He suddenly looks like he is about to break something as he says, "I had a very good day and thought that I would talk to you about taking you to a therapist after coming home as I met one. But here you are acting like like a crazy woman."

"I am one, I am just going to destroy you," you say as old days echoes in your ears.

You don't deserve the love, the support, the comfort we give you.

Such an attention seeker

You reek of failure

You are nothing but a destruction in our house

All the things make you feel hurt. Seonghwa is finally done with your drama. You can see it in his eyes. He is frustrated right now.

"Stop making yourself feel like this, you are being too much," he says a little too loudly and you step backwards.

"I'm sorry," you say as tears roll down from your eyes. You deserve this attitude, you don't deserve his kindness, his soft kisses, his warmth.

Seonghwa steps closer to you and tries to hold your hand, "Baby, snap out of it."

"I am so sorry," you say moving far from him but he doesn't give up.

He tries to hold you fast as he shouts, "Baby, please!"

But you flinch hiding behind your hands, "I'm sorry. I won't do that again," you say as you fall on the floor, your hands trembling with your lips, your feet going numb.

"Oh my God, sweetheart. I wasn't going to hit you," you hear his voice softening as he sits in front of you.

"Look at me," he says trying to look at you but you look down.

"I said, I'm sorry. I wo-"

"Baby," he pulls you in his arms by your right hand and hugs you tightly.

You can feel him trembling with you, his hot face in the crook of your neck as he shed tears with you, "I am sorry for shouting like that. I was only trying to calm you down."

He starts patting your back as you keep trembling in his arms. But his warmth washes you with so much love and his continuous apologies calm you down after some minutes.

As he cups your face and pecks you on the lips, he takes you in his arms in bridal style and lays you on the bed. He lays beside you still in his bathrobe and pulls you in his arms, "Even if you don't love me or can't love me enough. I'll love you for the both of us to fill it up. So, don't even think about it."

You look at him with guilt and astonishment. What you've done to deserve a human like him in your life?

"I am so grateful that you are my girlfriend. I don't care how many times you have breakdowns or you snap out. I will always be there to make you feel safe in my arms. You are mine and mine to protect. Do you understand?" He plays with your hair and you nod.

"You forgot about our date and I am sorry, I sho-"

"What? Oh yes... How did I? I even had a reservation. Hell no. Baby... I'm so sorry. Shit," his face looks hilarious as he panics but you keep your hand on his chest.

"It's alright. We can go tomorrow," you tell him but he sits up straight causing you to fall on the other side.

"No way, we are going today and I'm feeding you the entire menu as an apology. Even desert after that," he winks as he starts getting up but you grab his hand, "No, please. It's fine."

"We are going right now."

"I don't have energy to get ready."

"Just stay there," he says leaving your hand and takes out a dress of yours from the cupboard.

You keep staring at him in awe as he kneels on the bed, helps you sit up and start to unbutton the shirt you are wearing but you hit his hand, "Excuse me, sir. What are you doing?"

"Helping you get dressed so you don't feel tired."

"I don't feel like walking."

"I'll carry you and make you sit on the chair."

"GOD, YOU ARE CRAZY," you fall on his shoulder and he smiles against your neck.

"Surely, you make me crazy, sweetheart.

I believe there will be a day when you won't even need comfort from people because you'll be able to comfort yourself. Keep going, you have got this and remember, you are not alone.

Taglist: @yeologicc @notyuji @theaufanartist @hwanchaesong @littleninja97 @fudgeflyssworld @loosmyshit @pinki-minki @sanshinee-world @harusoraa @kitty4hwa

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dnvrsmedia · 1 year

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Okay but first time doing it with goalie! Abby and she’s just so gentle when you guys get *intimate* intimate🤞☹️got me all smiley n shit

okay but this…

Abby wasn’t a player per say, but she did like to have fun from now & then. So, when she met you, she was completely enamored. Of course she would never push you into doing something you wouldn’t want to do. She would never say this, but she was too nervous to mention the possibility of taking it to the next level.

Oh and you didn’t make it easy on her at all. Those passionate make outs you both would have after a big win. Or the times you would sneakily kiss her in the locker room before or after the team left. Oh god and don’t get her started on the way you looked and sounded while at practice and especially at the gym. Those athletic shorts that you rolled up for more mobility giving her eyes straight access to your beautiful thighs. When you got over heated, you would remove your sweaty shirt and reveal your sports bra, displaying your stomach and arms in the most delicious ways. Abby wanted you and wanted you bad. And you wanted her even more.

Your body and mind were a flurry of emotions after your team won the championship. You and Abby were attached at the hip the whole ride back to campus, longing stares and touches were exchanged, only riling you up more. The moment you both were back at Abby’s apartment, you were all over each other. Hands groping, pushing, and prodding each others bodies, absolutely making you go insane.

Before things got too intense, Abby separated from your mouth with a nervous glint in her eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I want you. It was always gonna be you, Abs.”

AND SHE GROANS?!?!

The hottest thing she’s done by far and your knees are automatically weak. In a flurry of arms and clothes being ripped off, Abby turns more gentle in the act of loving you. Her big palms gently caressing your body, making you feel worshiped. Her plush lips trailing love bites and nips, expanding from the top of you body to your calves. You’re squirming at this point, dripping with need.

“Please?” You whimper, you’ve never needed someone more. And she gives you what you need.

Her soft lips kiss your core with a smirk. Your reaction to her mouth sends tingles down her spine. Her tongue flattens across your core, licking up your juices in the process. You feel like you’re about to pass out. Your brain full and empty at the same time. The only words you can chant are conglomerates of ‘Please’ and ‘Abby’.

Her gentleness with you makes your heart swell.

“You’re okay, baby.”

“Just breathe for me, okay?”

“Oh I know, I know.”

“Feel so good, huh?”

“Doing so good for me, taste so good.”

AHHHH!

#dnvrsmedia #ask em!#tlou #the last of us #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x reader smut #tlou2 x reader #abby anderson smut #goalie!abby #abby anderson x you #abby anderson drabble

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n3xxs · 8 months

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✿𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅✿

Alexis Ness x gender neutral! Reader. Fluff

So taking a small break from the whole Sae x reader (not really). I'm gonna write some Ness x reader cus why not? I feel so bad for him man. Poor baby 😭. He needs to be treated better tbh.

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𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅. That's what Ness was towards Kaiser. He was blind and wasn't able to see just how badly he was treated by Kaiser. No one told him so how could he know? But that obsession over Kaiser wouldn't let him leave the soccer player even if he knew how badly he was treated. He just learned to ignore it.

That was until he met 𝒚𝒐𝒖. A person that genuinely tried to tell him how bad Kaiser was to him. A person that treated him right. He felt as if you were 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆. The only one who treated him right. You got him presents. Gave him kisses and reassured him that he didn't do something wrong. Something that Kaiser never did. Normally Kaiser would yell at him or hit him so normally when you were so nice to him he would tear up and sometimes cry and you had to stay by his side for at least an hour to make him feel better.

You were the light in his dark world. Th3 light he learned to ignore before and soon after it vanished but it lit up again and it was 𝒚𝒐𝒖. He was so happy around you. All smiley and cuddly and protective.

Every day after practice he would come to your shared apartment while you are watching something on the TV and slumped on the couch. That brought a smile on his face. You would think a normal person would grow bored of this continuous cycle but no Alexis. For him that was reassurance that you will stay by his side forever and ever. Even without a ring on your finger yet.

Right now you were at one of his games sitting in the front row and smiling widely at the brown haired male whole wearing his number. You were smiling so brightly when he was able to make a good pass and was able to help his teammates score a goal. You were filled with happiness.

One thing you didn't expect was to see one of Kaiser's tantrums towards Ness. When you saw how he held him firmly by the hair you stood there with wide eyes and then you felt something. You felt 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚. Angry that you couldn't just go out there and slap the taller blonde male across the head and take Ness with you. Angry that you couldn't comfort him on the spot. Angry that you weren't there. When you were 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆.

When the match ended their team won and you quickly made your way to an anxious Ness who was searching for you in the crowd. When his eyes spotted you he smiled and went to hug you tightly. You smiled as well and gave him a quick peck on the lips to which he answered with another more passionate kiss. You loved it when he did that. Suddenly you remembered Kaiser's outburst and went to see if Alexis was ok. He only brushed it off as his mistake and you just glared at him annoyed which made him shut up on the spot. You wanted to hit him. How could he say that it was his fault!? When he didn't do anything wrong on top of that.

"Alexis my love you didn't do anything wrong. How could it have been your mistake?". You took his face in your hands completely forgetting that he was all sweaty and gross to some people. But to you he was the most beautiful thing in the world. As you were his light he was yours.

That's when you saw Michael Kaiser make his way to where you and Ness were being well a couple. He seemed annoyed and you don't really know why. "So not only were your performance trash but now you are lovey dovey with your lover than thinking what you did wrong?". The blind male sat out at him. You didn't know a lot about soccer. Only the basics but you were pretty sure he did nothing wrong. If you could say so yourself he was actually quite cool and handsome on the field but sadly now wasn't the time for that.

"And just because you are the best player on your team doesn't mean you could go around and yell at people" you said without realization. When you did you were met with two glaring blue eyes "Oh? And who may you be? His partner?". You gave him a small nod and he only chuckled " Honestly I can't believe Ness would find someone as good looking as you especially make you go into a relationship with him". You felt as if your blood was boiling. How could he say that to Ness? When you looked at the brown male he only had a sad expression and was looking down.

You signed and took his hand leading him to the exit of the stadium. When you arrived home and he took a quick shower you made his favourite food and sat him down on the couch. "You should stop letting him walk over you like that". You brushed his bangs away from his head and he just looked at you " But I have to be loyal to Kaiser. You know that" you let out another long sigh "But you still shouldn't let him say all these stuff to you". Alexis gave you a nod and you kissed him softly smiling "I love you my love" you said with a big smile and fed him some of his favorite which he took happily and looked at you. He kissed you softly and whispered against your lips "Me too 𝑴𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒆𝒃𝒆"

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A/N: Honestly I love Ness so much but not as much as Sae. Little obsessive baby needs a hug tbh. Write suggestions for future posts in the comments because rn I have both artblock and writing block. Is this how it's called? Idk. School starts soon and I wanna kms.

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#alexis ness #blue lock #blue lock oneshots #ness x reader #fluff #alexis fluff

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elliesmainhoe · 1 year

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hiiii! i freakin love your writings so much it’s all so much fun to read !!! can i request ellie with a reader who has ADHD? as a person with madddd ADHD i’ve been thinking recently about how ellie would be with a partner who has it, i can just imagine her being so comforting when reader is overstimulated, or having a hard time focusing/getting work done bc of the adhd paralysis. i also like to think about ellie just sitting there like 🤩🥰🫶🏻😍 while listening to reader talk about their current hyper fixations and chuckling a bit when reader fumbles over their words bc their brain is moving to fast to keep up. maybe she would buy reader all kinds of fidget/stim toys and gets all smiley and proud of herself when reader gets excited about it :,)))

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Reader with ADHD

She's the sweetest girl ever 🥹

Is so so so considerate of everything- she's always looking for possible triggers

Loud noise? She's got your headphones. A crowd of people? She knows a quieter spot. Didn't take your meds? She's got spare.

It had definitely been one of your badder days. You woke up late, your hair was tangled and just wasn't doing what it was told, you couldn't eat breakfast and work was hectic, the cubicles seeming a lot louder than usual.

Ring. Ring Ring. Every phone ringing was screeching in your ears, the chewing of food from your coworkers in there respective cubicles overwhelming loud. Your head was pounding and your dress shirt just wasn't sitting right on your body, the scratchy material tight and uncomfortable against your skin.

You were hot and sweaty, your head was pounding and tears began to seep into your eyes. You looked over to the bottom right hand corner, looking at the time.

5:00pm. The time signalled your queue to leave the tall office building- you zoned out trying desperately to fend off the approaching attack and before you knew it your car was screeching onto the drive of the small suburban house you and Ellie had bought six months ago together.

The slam of the front door alerted Ellie of your arrival. She went downstairs going towards you immediately, this had happened before so she knew what you needed, she wordlessly took a hold of your hand and lead you upstairs into the bedroom.

She drew the blinds closed, turned of the lights and closed the door. She helped you take off your shoes, and strip down getting rid of the overwhelming scratchy feeling on your skin, instead helping you into your favorite nightdress, the scent of your washing powder comforting you, muffling your sniffles.

Ellie softly guided you to lay down on the soft bouncy mattress, over the top of the comforter and grabbed a makeup wipe, taking off the smothering creams and powders- allowing you to physically ease at the feeling of your skin being able to breathe freely.

You closed your eyes, the sweet silence calming you down and the feeling of Ellie's hand tangled in your hair grounding you.

"You alright now baby?" She whispered pressing a soft kiss to your nose.

"yeah thank you ells..."

(based of how I calm down from sensory overload- it's different for everyone!!)

She loves hearing about your hyper fixations!

Hearing you so passionate about your special interests make her swoon and fall even more in love with you 🥹

She does it too tho- you know loads about dinosaurs thanks to Ellie!

Your boss gets really annoyed when you don't get assignments done

But she helps you focus!!!

Her general vibe is really comforting, you and her go on work/study dates together so she can keep you on track.

Hand on your knee and a small "you gotta get back to work baby" when you go on a tangent ❤️

Girlie always has stim toys on deck-

Mouth stims, finger fidgets, squishes, pop-its.

Thinks the way you stumble of your words while your ramble is the most adorable thing in the world.

She's smitten.

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Taglist: @aunslie @lonelyfooryouonly @prettypeoniesx @daryldixonh0e @kittynnie @lovelyyevelyn @randomhoex @moonlightdivine @haerinwho @mufflaa @mial1l @sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare @moonlighting87 @escaping-reality8 @magicalfreakcowboylawyer @hejdevkdbdjsd @dergy @half-of-a-gay @ellieismami @cyberlainn @gollumsmygel @sseorii @kyleeservopoulos @taloulalila @ellieluhme @kiiyoooo @delusionalvioleht @joelscharm @hi2647 @gumdropkoo @coffeeandbookskeepmealive @womaniza @namgification @kimiisims-blog @tayyyystan @abigaillovestoread @whoreshores @kylieeluvstlou @knowitsforthebetterr @endureher @erikaar @lanasluverr @sayah13

NOT PROOFREAD!!!

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random-french-girl · 1 year

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Hey @jimalim... I know it's been FOREVER but I have not forgotten about this, and I happen to have some time today, so, here are a few thoughts:

I think the first few days, maybe the first week, they don't do anything apart from figuring out their new life (finding the apartment and getting a job and working on their cover story and waiting for news or orders from the OCS and planning out Ava's training). But as they get settled, I love the idea of the two of them finding... not quite hobbies, but small activities to do in their downtime, that they enjoy?

a) Ava takes swimming lessons at the public pool, and when the class ends she keeps going to the pool, because she finds out that she loves the water - floating makes her feel free, strangely, weightless and peaceful ; she likes the burn in her muscles when she swims laps ; and she LOVES organizing cannonball contests with all the little kids she met in swimming class, and splashing everyone, even (especially?) when it ends with Bea scolding her and then wrapping her in a huge fluffy towel and offering to dry her hair.

b) Beatrice goes to the public library at least twice a week. She stays there for an hour or so, perusing the shelves, pulling out books that she's curious about, reading in the quiet room, in one of the comfy armchairs. She also brings back books for Ava - Ava gives her very broad directions, like "i want to read about mushrooms" or "get me the most romantic story they have" (that request makes Bea unreasonably nervous), and Beatrice loves trying to find the perfect pick for Ava - she misses research! - and loves Ava's delighted reaction every time.

c) They both start going to the farmer's market that takes place every Saturday morning in the town square. Ava chats up all the vendors, learns their names and their entire family history ; she makes friends with an old shepherd selling goat cheese, and with the woman who sells honey, and always comes back with gifts, and gossip. Beatrice wanders through the fruits and vegetable stalls, internally making their weekly meal plan as she goes, and allowing the purchase of small treats (fresh strawberries, a still-warm brioche, the most beautiful tomatoes) that she pretends are only for Ava's sake, though she enjoys them just as much as Ava.

d) They take turns cooking. I know a lot of people believe that Beatrice can't cook - not me! I think she can cook very well, she has all the technical skills, and she's used to it too, since meal preparation was part of the collective life at the convent. But she doesn't take a lot of pleasure in cooking - it's just a necessary chore for her. Ava, on the other hand, LOVES cooking, because it's so new, and it reminds her of Mary, in Matteo's restaurant. She's very enthusiastic, and creative, which sometimes leads to utter disaster, and sometimes to absolute masterpieces that she is completely unable to recreate.

e) Beatrice likes to pick flowers. The alpine meadows are filled with wildflowers, this time of year, and whenever she takes Ava out for a day of training, she can't resist plucking one, maybe two, on their way back, and inhaling the scent, and brushing her fingers along the soft smooth petals, and enjoying the vibrant colors. The beauty of flowers is one of the few things she still finds easy to praise God for. She doesn't think Ava notices, because Ava is either trailing a few feet behind her, grumbling and sweaty and muttering about very unfair training coaches, or distracted by a baby cow, or, more rarely, walking quietly beside her. But Ava does notice, and one day Beatrice comes home after a day shift to find an enormous bouquet on their rickety kitchen table. Ava spent the day picking flowers for her, she explains, both obviously very proud of herself, and also visibly flustered, for some reason, and Beatrice's stomach does a weird swoopy thing that she decides to ignore, but she's smiley and warm and fond all evening, and doesn't even protest when Ava makes her watch some dreadful Swiss reality TV.

#avatrice #ava x beatrice #warrior nun #i had to limit myself actually cause i have. so many headcanons about switzerland - as we all do...#anyway. my kingdom for a drawing of ava faced with a baby cow for the first time and beatrice handling the cuteness overload poorly #jimalim

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ac3may · 1 year

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Smile, Darlin’ (Millie Bright x Reader)

Just a little something I wrote for fun. Feel free to give feedback, it's appreciated actually. And let me know if you want more I guess??

Prompt: “Smile Darlin’”

Words: 1.5k

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Having a professional footballer for a partner was incredible. You love Millie, you love her career, you love being in the crowd to support her, and you especially love the small displays of affection she sends you from the pitch.

What you didn’t love so much though was the fact that it was all fake! You and Millie had met on a night out in Ibiza, she was celebrating her Euros win with a couple of teammates while you were in the country for a friend's hen do. You had met at the bar, where she complimented your alcohol choice of the night, you complimented her dress and the night ended with you both stumbling onto the beach. Sharing a bottle of vodka and divulging your deepest secrets.

You admitted to your frustration of everyone around you constantly asking when you would settle down, especially as many of your friends had now gotten married and begun families. Millie followed your confession with a will for people (specifically the media) to get over the fact she had split from her ex whom she had been in a publicly recognised relationship.

When you awoke the next morning Millie was nowhere to be seen but a resort-branded towel was gently nestled under your head and her jacket from the night before draped across your shoulders.

You didn’t see Millie again until your final day, you had been catching the last few rays of Spanish sun you could when a figure shaded you from the heat. “Um, excuse me?” You’d said, annoyed by the interruption.

“Sorry, I err, have been trying to find you.” Immediately you recognised the voice of the blonde whom you had been enamoured with and your eyes snapped open beneath your sunglasses.

“Millie?” you asked curiously, desperate to know your imagination wasn’t playing tricks on you.

“You know it,” she winked.

That afternoon changed your future as you knew it, that afternoon the hottest girl you had met all holiday offered to be your girlfriend… in public.

Millie presented you with the suggestion of fake dating, you would have a date to weddings, baby showers, and parties, and she would have someone to show off online and fawn over after games, therefore deterring her negative media attention.

That is how you ended up here, sitting miserably, guarding the drinks in the club booth while watching the entirety of the Chelsea Women’s team and their partners on the dance floor.

You swirl the ice around your empty glass before placing it down. As you do so a sweaty but smiling Sam Kerr joins you at the table, Kristie hanging from her waist equally as smiley.

“Come on Y/N!” The Aussie shouts gleefully, “join us on the dance floor, Mills is all lonely without you!” She finishes with a feigned pout as if to express your ‘girlfriends’ disappointment all you do is raise your eyebrows.

“Oh really? She doesn’t look all that lonely to me.” You mutter, darting your eyes towards the blonde at the edge of the dance floor where she is chatting up a group of two men and a woman.

“What?” Kristie yells evidently inebriated and having not heard your low tone.

Snapping your eyes from Millie you respond loudly to the couple.“I gotta guard the drinks and save the booth!”

“Ya a bore!” Sam yells, laughing at you before the two disappear to the bar for more drinks.

Continuing your pity party you move my eyes from Millie flirting with every living being in sight and begin searching for each of the girls in the crowd.

As you laid eyes on Erin Cuthbert to add to your count you jump in surprise at the arm which suddenly makes an appearance across your shoulder. Turning yourself to meet bright blue eyes which cause you to sigh internally.

“Smile, darlin’! We’re celebrating!” Despite your misery, your heart still skips a beat at her voice. “Come dance with me!” She insists, childishly pulling on your hand. You shake your head no, holding strong in your will to avoid the drunken crowd.

Disappointed in your response Millie rests her chin on your shoulder. Your stomach fills with butterflies as her lips brush at your ear. “I know you can move Y/N/N,” she whispers sultry, “I’ve seen those hips,” she smirks, hands dropping to grip them, squeezing softly.

In a moment of weakness, you melt back into her, sighing peacefully. But Millie takes your silence as a yes and your peace is broken as she tugs you from the booth. Hands laced as she drags you across the dance floor and towards the group you had seen her with earlier.

You roll your eyes as she introduces you, not bothering to recall their names but definitely catching the smirk and wink exchange between her and the other girl. You immediately jerk your hand from your not-girlfriend.

“I’m getting a drink,” you snarl and before anyone can argue you’ve disappeared from the dance floor. Instead of heading towards the bar, you find your way to the bathrooms. Making it into a stall you flip down the lid and take a seat, pulling your knees to your chest and burying your face in them.

You take a deep breath before finally allowing the tears to spill over, the stress of the act finally overwhelming you.

It can’t have been more than twenty minutes when you hear doors slamming and rushed footsteps entering the room. “Y/N! Y/N!” You furrow your brows as your name finds your ears. A fist banging on all the stall doors and shouts from many drunken girls bothered by the chaos filling the room.

When a door knock comes from the wood in front of you it is accompanied by a vulnerable sigh as the fist slides, dropping limp. “Y/N?”

You utter whatever sound you can and clear your throat before eventually reaching forward to unlock the door, causing a head of blonde hair to stumble into the stall with you.

Seeing the tear tracks running down your face Millie lets out a gasp her hand reaching to rest against your cheek, your head twitches back in response and she sighs.

“Shut the door,” you mutter, when she doesn’t make a move you snap, “shut the door!” Frantically Millie closes and locks the door behind her.

The following moves the defender makes are slow and cautious as she crouches down in front of you, tentatively resting a palm on your thighs.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Talk to me, baby,” she sighs. The use of such a romantic nickname is the hit which breaks down the dam holding back the pool of frustration which had been growing inside you for months.

“THAT!” You rage, standing abruptly pulling her up and hitting her in the chest with real aggression but no true force. “That is what’s wrong! All of it! The loving names! The light brushes of fingertips! The fake dates! The fake everything!”

Millie pulls you tightly to her chest mid-rant. Slowly the harshness of your tone slowly diminishes, and tears begin to follow the tracks down your cheeks again. Millie’s continued silence is killing you but eventually, you buck up the courage to glance up through your lashes at her.

“Mills?” You ask hesitantly, “Can you say something? Please?” Your soft tone catches her attention causing her to turn her head towards you, eyes shining with guilty tears.

“Is that,” she takes a moment and clears her throat, “is that really what you think?” She blinks down at you, eyes wide as she holds you close and you mutter your response.

“Well, what else am I supposed to think? This is all fake.” Millie winces and you falter, “Isn’t it?” Moving to cup your face again this time you don’t bat away the delicate hands which caress your skin and allow her thumb to soothe over your cheek.

“Y/N L/N I am in love with you.” Millie makes the claim as simple as breathing and, for the first time since that night on the beach, everything felt easy.

“You? You what?” You gasp, disbelievingly. “What about that girl back there?” you accuse, finger pointing vaguely towards the door.

Smoothing out the lines of confusion on your forehead lightly she explains, “she’s straight,” Millie chuckles before continuing, “and I spent all night telling her about my gorgeous, fantastic, all-around brilliant girl who I was scared to admit my feelings for.” You gape speechlessly. Eyes shining in admiration as you rest your chin on her chest to look up at her.

“I.” She pecks your forehead.

“Love.” Your nose.

“You!”

She hesitates minutely but you give her the smallest of nods and within seconds she is crashing her lips into yours. It’s slow and gentle and dream-like.

Everything you had hoped for from the blonde defender. But not something you thought you’d ever break the barriers to get.

Pulling back, breathlessly you flutter your eyes open to meet Millie’s, lips falling open in confession, “I love you too. I always have.”

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