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zanarkandskylines · 19 days

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Hiii omg I love your writings so much!!

May i request texting katsuki while reader is drunk in a bar (maybe bc reader just broke up with her previous boyfriend or sth. It’s up to you but please make it spicy 🔥) (also 18+ please 🥹)

ohhhh the things swirling in my head about this!!! thank you for the request nonnie & hope it delivers! 💜

on the rocks

『 ♡ 』 k.bakugo x fem!reader ꒰ pro-hero au | age 24 | friends to fwb ꒱ ⇢ your week couldn’t get any worse. between a screw up at work and getting dumped out of the blue, you needed to desperately let off some steam. thank goodness the girls were more than happy to take you out for the night in the city and spoil you with a good time. everything’s fine until you receive a text that spirals into an unpredicted hookup.

꒰ tags & warnings ꒱ 18+ MDNI mentions of alcohol, mild/implied smut, suggestive texting, friends to friends with benefits, heavy flirting, sexually comfortable reader, reader went through a break-up, soft bakugo, fluffy ꒰ cross posted to ao3 | wc; ~2.6k ꒱ -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

The bartender hands you the drink you ordered, nodding a thanks when you smile at her. You’re not drunk, per se, but you’re definitely buzzed - that warm and fuzzy feeling dancing through your veins, letting you relax for the first time all week. Tonight's goal was to think about absolutely nothing, to let go of all the shit weighing on your shoulders. Even if it's just for one night, anything to shake away the pain you've been carrying.

But the alcohol seems to be betraying you, forcibly shoving those thoughts to the forefront of your mind instead of burying them.

Memories of your ex begin to haunt you as your mind wanders aimlessly, the dam bursting that was keeping it all at bay. You try and shake your head to rid yourself of the feelings, but they just wouldn’t go away.

God, fuck him and every false promise he made to you.

Some people would consider three months a short amount of time, but to you, it felt like an eternity. He seemed so sweet, caring and kind when you first met, but once he forcibly ripped off your rose-colored glasses? He was nothing but a walking pile of shit.

Suddenly, your phone dings on the bar, lighting up to show a text message notification.

'Who the fuck is texting me so late?'

You blink a few times, re-reading the contact name before it registers: Katsuki Bakugo.

That's rather...odd. He's notorious for going to bed by 9pm - it’s almost midnight. You two were friends, sure, but never the 'text you in the middle of the night' type of friends. Curious to know what he wanted, you open the text to reveal nothing but a picture. When you squint through your hazy vision, you realize just what you're looking at.

It's a picture of Bakugo from the neck down, laying on his bed in nothing but grey sweats that are tugged down and nestled at the bottom of his hip bones. The pose accentuates the delicious deep V below his abs and shows the blonde trail disappearing underneath the hem of his sweatpants. The shadows trace each well-earned muscle, perfectly outlining them in the dim light of his bedroom.

Was this meant for you? Did he send it to you by accident? Your mind goes blank, stopping your previous train of thought about your stupid ex.

…did he send it to you on purpose? Your core pulses at the thought, causing you to cross your legs defensively.

Right on queue, another text pops up, your phone vibrating in your hands.

[katsuki] fuck, sorry. that was an accident

That was a bold face fucking lie, and you knew it. Bakugo's not that stupid to send the wrong text by mistake, especially a selfie. There's no way in hell he would even take a picture like that for someone unless he wanted it to be seen.

Liquid courage does you a favor when you reply, loosely teasing him about it.

[you] damn, katsuki. who's the lucky girl?

You don't notice Mina approaching you with how intently you're staring at your phone screen, startling you when she taps your shoulder.

"What are ya doing over here?! Come dance with us!" she pleads, pulling on your arm. She notices how you're clutching your phone like a lifeline and the coral tint on your cheeks. She quirks an eyebrow at you. "Who are you texting?"

Oh god, find a lie - fast! She'll see right through your facade if you don't.

"No one, just a spam text."

Mina stares at you - shit, she knows you're lying.

"You're a shit liar, babe. Who is it?"

"I got a random text from Katsuki," you admit, the flush in your cheeks deepening at his name. Are you into him, or is it the alcohol in your system? It's no secret that he's attractive, he's always been effortlessly handsome. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't checked him out a few times, but never acted on it. The two of you were friends and you’d assumed he didn't think much else of you.

Mina grabs the phone from your hands, entering in your passcode (how did she know it?!) and reading the texts. Her eyes blow open, pinching the screen to zoom in on the photo. You scramble to grab the phone back to quit her oogling as she's squealing with glee.

"Holy shit!" she yells. "Accident my ass, Blasty. Damn, that's hot."

"Mina! Keep your voice down," you beg, locking the screen to prevent anyone else from seeing.

"No one is listening over this music," she squawks, punching you lightly in the arm. "Come back to us soon you minx!"

And with that, she leaves you at the bar, returning to the dance circle with the rest of your girlfriends. Your phone vibrates a few more times in your hand and recaptures your attention.

[katsuki] thought you'd like a distraction [katsuki] shit, if this is weird, just tell me and i'll fuck off [katsuki] i should've just asked instead

So it was on purpose. You swallow hard as you shakily type out your reply, trying to keep your cool.

[you] it's not weird, what made you think of me? [katsuki] mina wouldn't shut the fuck up about you earlier. sent me pictures of you in the dress you have on, couldn't get it outta my head

When the fuck did Mina do that?! You had thought she was taking pictures of herself earlier at your apartment. That sneaky bitch!

[you] goddammit mina, i'm sorry about her. why would she send them to you?

You see the typing indicator pop up and disappear a few times before his response arrives.

[katsuki] you know how she is, playing matchmaker and shit with everybody [katsuki] honestly? i'm not mad about it [you] oh? [you] so that's why you sent it to me. hell of a pickup line kats [katsuki] fuck off [katsuki] i can't deny that you're gorgeous [you] yeah? feelings mutual

Your face is burning hot, sitting at the bar in disbelief that Bakugo's flirting with you. And it was all because he was infatuated with what you're wearing? He couldn't get it out of his head?

You're still debating on whether you want to yell at or thank Mina for igniting this fire. [katsuki] where are you right now? [you] sitting at the bar, some club in the city

Another picture is delivered to you on screen and has your jaw dropping to the floor.

The picture is closer to his face this time, cut off at his cheekbones and barely illuminated as Bakugo's fingers are parted over his mouth. His tongue is lazily hanging above his bottom lip with a string of salvia attached to one of his fingers.

Your legs twitch as you bite your lip, imagining his face slotted between your thighs.

[you] holy shit, katsuki...fuck [katsuki] find a bathroom or some dark corner [katsuki] there's more where that came from. just say the word, princess

The pet name is doing things to you that you didn't think was possible. Your overloaded with a sudden rush of arousal, heat twisting in your belly at his promise. Grabbing your bag from the chair, you bolt to the nearest bathroom and lock the door behind you. Luckily, this club's on the nicer side, the bathroom not being as scummy as you thought it would be. You set your things on the counter and grab your phone, turning the camera on and pointing it in the mirror.

If that's how he wanted to play? You could play right back.

[you] that deserves a reward

The photo attached shows your breast pushed closed together, daring to spill out of the top of your dress and wearing the poutiest lip you could muster.

Bakugo’s response is immediate.

[katsuki] goddamn, your tits look amazing in that dress [you] would you believe me if i said they look better out of it?

You turn the camera back on and click the record button, sensually slipping the top of your dress down and letting your breasts loosely lay over the bust. Your nipples are pebbled from the rousing desire flowing through you, making them standing perfectly at attention. You give the camera a wink and squeeze one of your breasts playfully. Once you're happy with the video, you send it with no hesitation and readjust your dress. [katsuki] holy fuck [katsuki] you alone? That's not the response you expected, but you roll with it. [you] yeah, one person bathroom

- Incoming Call: Katsuki Bakugo -

You stare at the contact screen for a few seconds before picking up.

"Hey Kat," you greet, nervousness wracking your body, the thrill of the situation making your heart flutter.

"I wanted 'ta hear your voice instead," Bakugo groans, heavy breaths following his words. "I never thought you'd...want to do this with me."

You can't help but laugh under your breath. "Never thought you wanted to, either."

You're thankful that your not drunk off your ass after all - you want to remember this. You're tipsy, but coherent.

And turned on to high heaven.

Bakugo breaks the silence before you cut him off. "I know you're fresh outta-"

"Katsuki, he's not worth mentioning. I'm focused on you right now."

"Yeah? Tell me more."

"I'd love to see what you're hiding under those sweats, Dynamight. I'm practically a puddle just thinking about it. How do you think my lips would look wrapped around you?"

You can hear Bakugo exhale into the phone and groan. He tries to hide it, but fails miserably.

"Cat got your tongue, huh? Too forward?"

"N-no. It's fuckin' hot. Shit," he whispers with baited breath. "God, what club are you at again?"

"The one near Shibuya station. Crystal Crown, I think. Why?"

There's a pause before you hear various clicks and a beep or two from his side before he answers.

"Changed my mind, this ain't happenin' over the phone the first time. You're 15 minutes from my place, I'm comin' to get ya."

You can feel your panties soak from your excitement, clenching at the thought of him just ravaging you in his car and not being able to make it back to his apartment before touching you like a man starved.

"Coming to sweep me off my feet or to fuck my brains out?" The words spill from your lips before you can stop them, but you don’t regret it when you hear Bakugo moan in response - loudly.

"Fuckin’ - have you been stockpilin’ this shit ‘ta say to me?" He laughs. “You’re gonna kill me before I leave the damn apartment.”

“Didn’t think you’d be so easy to play with,” you joke playfully, twirling a piece of your hair in your fingers. “Better get here before I change my mind, find some other rebound in this stupid club.”

“I’ll be your fuckin’ rebound any day of the week, sweetheart. Ain’t no guy in that building better than me.”

His confidence makes it difficult to bite back the moan in your throat.

“Guess you need to prove it. Get your ass over here, I’ll be out front. You better be wearing those sweats.”

You’re about to hang up when you hear Bakugo say something quietly, too muted for you to make out right away.

“Kats?”

He clears his throat before repeating himself, his voice soft and low. “You sure y’want this? I don’t wanna fuck anythin’ up or whatever.”

“You won’t fuck anything up, nothing wrong with friends fucking with no strings attached. I already flashed my tits at you, no turning back now.”

You subtly hear him let go of the breath he was holding and a hollow chuckle, sounding relieved at your answer.

“Good. See ya soon.”

The line ends with a click, leaving you with your thoughts while staring in the bathroom mirror. You didn’t realize how badly you’ve been shaking until you attempt to walk, unexpectedly stumbling like a baby deer on your heels. Once you gather yourself, you exit the bathroom and hurry over to the dance floor. Mina spots you, rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips when you approach the group.

“Where the hell have you been?!” She shouts over the music. “I was starting to think you died in there.”

“I’m heading home,” you say while waving your hand, brushing away her worries.

“Oh…oh my god. Is Bakugo coming to get you?!”

“Mina!”

Jiro and Uraraka turn in your direction, yelling in unison. “Bakugo?!?!”

You palm your face, desperately attempting to hide your flared cheeks as the girls squeal and cheer for you.

“Stop it! We’re still just friends!”

Mina clicks her tongue. “Uh-huh. That’s what I said about Kiri a year ago, and now look at us!”

“You gotta let us know how it goes,” Uraraka winks, elbowing you in the rib. "Rumor has it he lives up to his hero name in bed."

Before the interrogation continues, you back away from the group with a smile and turn for the entrance. You slide through the doors and slip out onto the sidewalk and see Bakugo parked out front, smiling as his eyes spot you on the busy street.

Has he ever smiled at you like that before?

He gets out of the car and walks around to greet you.

“Hey Katsu-”

Before you can process what’s happening, Bakugo’s got one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck. He gently leans you against the car as he swoops down to place a featherlight kiss to your lips. You squeak before melting into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Sparks are flying through your whole body - a sensation you haven’t felt for a long time. When the two of you part, his eyes are half-lidded, cheeks flushed and lips parted with shallow breaths.

“Ready to go?” He asks, removing the hand from your neck and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your heart is in your throat, strangling any words you try to say, so instead, you just nod ‘yes.’ Bakugo walks you to the passenger side and opens the door for you, just like any other time you’ve hung out. When he shuts the door and goes to walk to the drivers side, you finally notice he’s wearing the damn grey sweatpants.

The entire drive back to his place, Bakugo’s hand doesn’t leave your thigh. His fingers danced over your skin, playing with the hem of your dress and gingerly squeezing the plush surface every so often. You return the favor, walking your fingers up the inside of his thigh a few times, stopping short of the growing tent in his sweats. Pulling up to his apartment complex seems to take the breath out of both of you. He turns the car off and you sit idly in silence, it's only a minute or two, but feels like a lifetime.

Bakugo gets out first, jogging over to your side to open your door. He takes your hand as you stand, closing the door behind you and swiftly sweeping you off your feet into his arms, bridal style.

"Wow, do all the girls you bring home get this treatment?" you tease, planting a kiss on his warm cheek.

"Never had the pleasure of bringin' a princess home, so no."

That shuts you up and makes you quiver in his hold.

"I'm honored, sir Dynamight. Take me to your castle!" You swoon, dramatically leaning back with a hand over your head.

Bakugo shakes his head and grins, starting to jog through the parking lot and up the stairs with you. You hold onto his shoulders while giggling uncontrollably, ecstatic to see where the night takes you.

One things for certain - you haven't thought about your ex once. And you look forward to keeping it that way.

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russellsppttemplates · 7 months

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We're a couple of idiots, aren't we? (Charles Leclerc)

You had always been there to see Charles race and you wouldn't let your fight interfere with that

Note: english is not my first language. I'm not the best at writing angst pieces, but I hope this one is decent enough!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: family issues (alludes to the caregiver necessities), couple fight

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It all began when you came home later than expected, the tiredness evident in your eyes as you paced your bag down on the sofa and allowed yourself to rest for a little, "Hey, amour", Charles whispered, testing to see if you were awake as he walked inside the living room, "hey", you said, patting the seat next to you.

Kissing your forehead, Charles sat next to you, "how was your day?", he asked, rubbing your thigh, "exhausting", you sighed, "and the next few are going to be even worse. I probably won't be home for dinner tomorrow anyway".

Charles felt uneasy, squirming around in his seat. You had been working a lot, your family also needed you on their side since your grandparents needed more assistance these days, so you and Charles haven't been able to spend that much time together. And wether it was the fact that you're used to being around eachother or the fact that the season was not going as expected, Charles felt like he hadn't spent enough time with the person he considered his safe and happy place.

"You have been very busy, I feel like I've hardly spent time with you", Charles noted, and maybe it was a seemingly honest comment that wasn't intended to be taken as harmful as you did.

"I know I've not been home, Charles, you think I don't feel that too? I know we haven't spent much time together just the two of us, but it's not been easy! Everyone needs me here, there and everywhere at the same time, and I also need time for me!", you let out.

Unexpectedly, your words also impacted Charles in a way you didn't think they would, "I know you've been busy, but we also need to spend time together, no? Or is our relationship not something we should invest time on? In a relationship, we both need eachother", he gulped. A weird and new feeling sat in his chest, like he was pressuring you and that he was burdening you.

"We do, but we also need to let eachother have some time, too!", you said, feeling anger, sadness, and overall tiredness from your recent days, "I'm going to bed", you mumbled, getting up and heading for your shared bedroom.

The energy you had left in your body was only enough to allow you to wash your face, noticing the dull and dark tone as you quickly rubbed some moisturiser on, grabbing your pyjamas to out them on and lay in bed, taking a painkiller for the growing headache.

When Charles finally go to the bedroom, he noticed you were already asleep on your side of the bed, carefully walking along the side so he could kiss your forehead before he too got ready for bed.

By the time the next morning arrived, Charles had ready left, and when you grabbed your phone, notifications from various WhatsApp groups popped up.

Mum + Dad

Can you go by grandma's house today? She was complaining of some pain and we can't remember if her meds box is sorted out or not.

Ferrari GP Weekend

Okay, just to make sure I'm not leaving anyone out: Y/N, you're not coming this weekend, right?

Since your family had been needing you to spend more time with them and at home, you had already said that you weren't sure you'd be joining them for that Grand Prix, and last night's fight settled the subject.

Texting both of the groups, you got up and got ready for the day, already knowing it was going to be a tough one.

You and Charles didn't fight a lot, at least not like this. Usually, you always found a way to talk about things and sort them out. So even this was new territory, not having talked about the subject and finding a common ground, because the situation you both left it at the night before was not the one to have.

Throughout the day, you hopefully texted Charles saying that you'd try to be home so you could talk to eachother before he left later on the evening, and while you intended to keep it, you had to text him again

To Charles

I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be home until nighttime. My grandma needs me and it's going to take a while.

Have a safe flight. Can you text me when you land, please? Love you ✨️

True to your word, you sat in your bedroom with the moon already shinning through the windows and showcasing perfectly Charles' bedside table with none of his rings, watch and bracelets where he usually put them when he was at the house.

"Why did I arrive to the paddock today only to find out that you are not joining me this weekend?", Francisca said over the phone, apparently not even bothering to wish you a good morning, even though it clearly wasn't one.

"Because I've been the busiest bee ever under the sun, and I also had a fight with Charles, and I need to sleep for three days straight to recover", you replied back, noticing the change in Pierre's girlfriend's tone.

"Oh", she added, "I'm sorry, it's just that you're always here and I haven't been able to talk to him properly yet, maybe it's a good thing I haven't yet", she admitted.

One thing you liked about her, was how honest she was with you, and you needed it right now, "do you think I should go? We left the subject hanging and it's not something light we can just solve over the phone. And besides, I've always been there for these races, and he deserves as much support as he can get", you asked, chewing on your bottom lip as you waited for her answer.

"I have no idea why you fought, nor do I want to know unless you feel comfortable in telling me, but I do know that you're made for eachother, so if your heart tells you to come to the race, you should", she advised and you could hear the smile on her voice, "besides, I love your company, so it's a win win".

From all the times you had previously travelled with Charles, you had become acquainted and a pro a listing what you needed for the race weekends, so packing was easy and quick: two changes of clothes for both colder and warmer weather, basic toiletries bag in a backpack with entertainment and snacks for the flight.

The early hours allowed you to get to the airport without any traffic and make it to the gate with enough time to spare so you could grab a coffee to go.

Francisca knew you were coming, and after having a conversation with your family, you explained to them how the whole situation was putting pressure not only on you but also on your relationship with Charles. As you expected, they were not aware of how the situation was on your side and sat down with you so you could find a better arrangement.

Arriving at the airport of destination, you quickly found the transport line that would be taking you to the closest stop near the paddock, gradually seeing fans get inside as the stops approached the track site.

You followed them in, wanting to go as unnoticed as possible as you walked along them.

"I just saw on Instagram that Charles had left his hotel a while ago, so he should be here any minute now", a young woman around your age commented with her friends, stopping by the benches you were sitting in. Turns out you were waiting for the same person after all.

"Is it okay if we sit here?", one of them asked kindly, "Oh, you're Y/N", one of the girls said.

Nodding, you pushed your backpack to rest near your legs, "of course you can sit", you smiled, still not used to the fact that fans often recognised your face.

"Thanks!", she scurried nervously, urging her friends to sit, seeing their surprised faces as they looked at you, "Also, I'm sorry, I'm sure this is weird for you, that I know your name and you don't know mine, I- we didn't expect to find you here", she apoligised, finally sitting down.

"It's okay, unless you're going to turn out to be come crazy stalker fan, I think we will be fine", you smiled, hoping they would catch the joke and relax a little.

"No no no!", they all said, smiling when you smiled back, "but, may I ask what you're doing here? I mean, don't you have an all access pass?", one of them wondered as she sat next to you.

"I'm surprising Charles, actually", you added, feeling like saying anything else would not only be violating yours and Charles' privacy, but also allowing the creation of rumours you wouldn't want, "I wasn't originally coming to see him race, but some things cleared up on my calendar so I thought I'd surprise him", you finished, seeing them smile, "do you come to watch races regularly?", you asked, changing the subject hopefully subtly enough that they wouldn't notice too much.

Conversation was flowing easily, really, they seemed like really nice girls and it never felt invasive, so the time you had to wait went by quickly, hearing people call your boyfriend's name.

You could notice his presence anywhere, that was a given. Wether it was his well trained torso that made spotting him even from his back, or his handsome face, it wasn't hard yo miss him even surrounded by fans who were wearing the same t-shirt as him.

"Let me stand around you so he won't notice me", you said, "with how enamoured he is of you, I'm sure it won't be long", one of the girls, named Lyla, you learned, spoke, wanting to see the scene unfold as he approached you.

"Hi!", Charles greeted, posing for the pictures while he signed the caps they had, not noticing your hand holding one of his own caps was in the mix.

"Charles! Can you sign this, please?", you asked, hoping you were loud enough, "I was not coming to see you race today, but I'm very happy I did", you almost yelled, thanking the fact that the other girls had helped you by keeping quiet until he realised you were there.

It was enough for Charles to recognise the voice. After all, he had been longing to hear it for the past couple of days.

"Y/N, you're here!", he called, handing Lyla the permanent marker before he hugged you, "I missed you so much, I'm sorry", he whispered on your ear before pulling back a little so he could look you in the eye, "you don't have a pass, do you?", he wondered, seeing you shake your head, "I'll see what I can do, but you're coming with me", he smiled, holding your hand in his and bidding goodbye to the group of girls after you all took a group picture.

The rush until you arrived in his driver's room didn't allow you to talk until you sat on the sofa after greeting everyone and thanking one of the team members for getting you a pass on such short notice.

"Do you think we can talk about it? I don't want to ruin the race by distracting you from it, but I don't think we should be here and not discuss it either", you brought the subject, looking up to see Charles push a chair and sit in front of you, "I want to apologise first", you said, "I never should have said what I said, especially the way I said it, I'm sorry", you apologised, "I never intended it in a way that would hurt you".

Charles grabbed your hands, lacing them in his and looking into your eyes, "I'm sorry, too. I think we should talk about it, too. I want this to be solved, I want us to be well", he admitted.

"My grandparents have been needing a bit more help, and my parents counted on me for it. And I feel like I haven't spent that much time with you, and I'm so sorry for it, but sometimes it just got too much. And I didn't want to burden you, you have your own things to worry about and this would be another thing. They're better now and this was probably a bad phase, but still", you explained.

Charles chuckled before he saw the confusion on your face, "no, I'm joking about this, amour. I'm glad they're better", he reasoned, "but I thought I was being a burden because I felt like I was clingy, like I needed you more than usual and that you had had enough. I didn't want to put more on your plate", he sighed.

Smiling at him, you moved your hand to caress his cheek, "you could never be too much, Charles. Sometimes I just need to deal with things on my own for a bit, even if there is help from someone else", you blushed.

"I know you need me to give you the space you need, that's why I didn't want to push you to talk about things, because as much as I want to craddle you in my arms forever and shield you away from the world's evil, I know you like to do things on your own, at least at first", he noted, earning your silent agreement, "but I'm here for you, always. I'm glad we worked that out", he smiled, pulling your face to his and kissing you deeply, only stopping when someone knocked on the door.

"I heard my favourite girl is back in the paddock, so I suggest you come out because I'm not feeling like I want to see whatever is going on there", your recognised Francisca's voice, getting up and opening the door to see Pierre by her side, "I told her she shouldn't interrupt you two, but she was very excited to know how the surprise went", he smiled.

"A very good surprise indeed, the best one ever", Charles said, pulling you in for one last kiss before he ventured out to the garage, a new feeling of confidence knowing you were there to watch him race.

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lexisecretaccx · 1 month

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High School Sweethearts pt.9 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT10, the rest of the parts on my Masterlist!

(Fem reader x Chris Sturniolo, smut..😍, male!recieving, p in v.. praising)

A/n: you’re welcome, (I felt bad for y/n so I had to give her smth nice) this part is slightly longer bc of the smut.

“Mom I’m sorry.” I keep repeating myself as we get into the car, she hasn’t spoken a word to me since she saw me. “Mom I’m..” “sorry? I know you keep fucking saying it.” She interrupts me as soon as we get in the car. “Jesus y/n, beating up that poor boy?” She pinches the bridge of her nose.

“He’s not a poor boy mom he started it, and then made me more angry by bringing up dad.” She turns to me, her eyes widened. “What did he say.” She asked coldly. “He said I was just like my father, those words should be familiar to you.” I answered her, turning my head away and looking out the window. She sighs.

“You know I didn’t mean that.” She whispered as she starts the car. “Where did you go after..” I interrupt her “after you kicked me out the house in the pouring rain? Maybe I went to a party and got drunk!” I sarcastically smile, “did you?” She asked surprised, pulling the car out of the parking space and driving out the school.

“No of course I didn’t, I cried on the sidewalk for half an hour in the pouring rain until my boyfriend had to come and take me to his house.” I swallow nervously. “Y/n.. you didn’t.” She had a sense of empathy in her voice, a tone I haven’t heard in quite some time.

I nod, biting my lip. The car ride was silent for 5 minutes, “how bad was it? The fight I mean.” She broke the awkward silence, “don’t think you can call it a fight if he just lay there and took it.” I laughed lightly, I swear I could’ve heard her chuckle but she quickly suppressed it. “It was bad, his nose is broken.” I add on and my mother shook her head in disappointment, a look I knew too well.

We arrive at the house and my mother turns to me, “I have to go back to work but, wash yourself up and try to relax.” She try’s to smile comfortingly but that’s just not our dynamic. I nod before getting out and walking into the house.

I head upstairs and get in the shower to wash myself up and also ‘relax’ as my mother said. Once I’m out the shower I walk into my room and throw on a baggy tee and Chris’ sweatpants I left here earlier. I sit on my bed and scroll through my phone when I get a notification from Chris. “Look out your window..” I put my phone down in confusion and mumble to myself “not creepy at all..”

I look outside and see Chris waving up at me from my backyard. I open the window and pop my head out, “how are you in my backyard?” I shout down, “I climbed in!” He replied proudly, “can I come in?”.

I laugh and nod before going downstairs and walking to my back door, as I open it Chris wraps me into a hug, “how are you feeling?” He whispers into my ear before placing a kiss in front of it. “Could be better.” I sigh. “You smell great,” Chris takes a deep breath in on my shoulder, which makes me laugh, “well I did just shower.”

“You look so good wearing my sweatpants aswell,” he grabs my waist and places a kiss on my neck, “keep it in your pants Chris I haven’t even closed the back door.” He moves out the way and I lock the back door up before going to my room. “Did your mom yell at you?” He asks me as I close my bedroom door, I shake my head and lay back on my bed.

“She was.. kinda nice to me.” I reply and Chris lays back next to me. “Wait..” I sit up, “aren’t you supposed to be in school?” I tilt my head and he smirks at me, “I couldn’t wait that long to see you.” He also sits up. “Chris it’s a few hours.” We both laugh.

About 20 minutes pass of me and him talking about the day so far and other stuff in general. “Can we like make out? I’m bored.” I ask. Chris places his hand over his heart, “I’m boring you?” He fake pouts, “no I just wanna.. do something interesting.” I shrug before Chris grins and grabs my face, we start to kiss and it quickly becomes heated, our tongues fighting for dominance.

I feel the ache between my thighs becoming stronger. I notice a bulge in Chris’ pants and I palm it through his jeans, “fuck..” he mumbles into the kiss. “Do you want me to.. you know.” I break the kiss, implying that I suck his dick. “Don’t feel forced into anything.” He breathed out, “only do what you want.”

“I want to suck your dick, I know how to do it, that’s the only thing I’ve done before.” I smirk at him. “After that do you want me to use my fingers or..” he asks me. “No.” I blatantly say, “could you be my first time?” I whisper looking at his lips, his eyes widen and he smiles, “yeah of course.” He replies, placing a quick kiss to my cheek.

I get off the bed and he stands up, I start to unbuckle his jeans and he takes over and does it for me, I pull his jeans down to his ankles and he pulls his boxers down, his length springing up to his stomach, my eyes widen at the size of it and I get down onto my knees. He pumps it a few times before allowing me to take over.

I put my mouth around his cock and wrap my hand around what I can’t fit, I start to suck and I look up at Chris through my eyelashes, he gathers my hair into a makeshift ponytail to keep my hair out my face and to guide me. I feel his dick kiss the back of my throat and I suppress the feeling of choking.

“Fuck.. look so pretty around my cock.” He groaned, starting to push my head further onto him slightly. I grab onto his thighs for stability and his head is back as he suppresses his moans, “shit I’m gonna cum..” he pulls out of my mouth. I look up at him confused, “I didn’t know if you’d want me to cum on your mouth..” he breathes, my hand still pumping his length.

“I want you to” I smirk up at him before taking his cock into my mouth again, his hips buck forward and he lets out a loud groan as I feel his hot cum shooting down my throat. I swallow it and he lets go of my hair.

He lifts me up so I’m standing up and he pulls my face into a kiss, “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.. okay?” He reassures me and I nod. He steps out of his trousers and boxers and I take off my sweatpants leaving me in my shirt and panties. “Do you wanna take your shirt off?” He asks me softly. I shrug and lift it off revealing my pink bra.

“I don’t wanna take my bra off, if that’s okay?” I cover up my stomach with my hands and Chris places his hands on my arms, “of course it’s okay, you’re so beautiful.” He plants a kiss on my neck. Causing goosebumps to prickle on my skin.

I lay back on the bed “can I?” Chris asks, his hands resting on the hem of my panties. I nod, he pulls them off in one quick motion, “if you want me to stop just say stop and I will. I promise.” He smiles at me and I smile back, “wait we need a condom, I don’t have any with me.” Chris says in a panicked tone, “I’m on the pill.” I reassure him and he sighs in content.

“You’re already so wet,” Chris whispers, leaning down and planting a kiss on my forehead. “Gonna need you to spread your legs, like this.” He moves my knees up to my chest and spreads them out gently. His tip rests at my entrance, “I’ll push in, it might hurt at first but if it’s too bad I’ll stop.” He holds my hand, “okay..” I breathe out.

His tip pushes into my entrance, stretching it out, it’s painful at first but I wait for him to fully be inside of me, “I’ll let you adjust, tell me when to move and I’ll start off slow.” He kisses just below my ear. “You can move.” I say quietly, he moves his dick slowly in and out, constantly checking my face for any signs of discomfort, I bite my lip as the pain turns to pleasure.

“Oh my god..” I breathe out and he stops his movements, “you okay?” He moves a strand of hair out of my face. “Yeah, it feels good.” I smirk. “Good girl.” He whispers and resumes his movements. “Can you go faster.. please.” I lightly moan out. He nods before fastening his pace.

I grip onto my bedsheets for stability the room is filled with just mine and Chris’ various moans and noises, “feels so good..” I moan out loudly, gripping Chris’ arm. I feel myself clench around him and he lets out a soft moan. His tip hits my g spot causing me to arch my back and I moan his name. “Sound so pretty moaning my name, let everyone know who’s fucking you so good.” He says through his own moans.

I feel a knot in my stomach, a familiar feeling from the other night. “I’m.. gonna.. close.” I whine. “Me too mama.” The nickname causing me to travel closer and closer to my climax, “you like that name huh? Doing so good.. so proud..” he slightly whimpers as he’s close.

“Cum all over my dick baby..” he whispers in my ear biting his lip as he continues to desperately fuck into me. “F-fuck..” I cry out as the knot in my stomach snaps and I feel myself dissolve into the pleasure. My arousal leaking around his cock, slowing his pace to help me through my orgasm.

He thrusts in slowly and gently, “can I cum on your stomach?” He asks me, whimpering and groaning slightly as he’s close to his climax too, I nod rapidly and he pulls out before releasing his cum onto my stomach in white stripes with a loud groan.

He flops onto the bed next to me his chest rising and falling. A second later he sits up and a massive grin creeps across his face, “what?” I smile back still breathing heavily, “you did it!” He says happily. I smirk at him, “I did!” He stands up off the bed and puts his boxers back on, “I’m gonna grab the flannel we used to clean you up last time.” He smiles, “yeah I washed it and cut the label off so you know which one.” He walks out the room and I hear the tap run.

He walks back in with the flannel, slightly damp to help clean off anything. He wipes my stomach and around my entrance. “I am so proud of you.” He kisses me. I sit up, “thank you, for doing that.” I sit on my bed, almost fully naked as he goes over to my drawer to grab me some clean panties. “I practically wasted those ones I had them on for less than an hour.” I point at the underwear I was previously wearing crumpled on the floor.

“It’s okay, and you’re welcome.” He puts the clean underwear by my feet and slips them on me. I stand up and he stares at my practically revealed body, “what?” I breathe out anxiously. “You’re just so perfect.” He walks up to me and wraps his arms around me and we start to kiss. I hear my front door unlock and my eyes shoot up to Chris.

His eyes widen and we hear my front door open, “shit my mom’s home early..” I whisper. Me and Chris are just standing in my room in our underwear. “Get your clothes on..” I whisper yell and Chris nods, “can I wear these?” He points to his sweatpants I had been wearing and I nod, “and this?” He grabs his hoodie from this morning. “Yes!” I said softly.

I open my drawers and get on a new baggy tee and I find some of my own sweatpants. I pick up our messed up clothes and hide them in the corner underneath a box of shoes. “Y/n? Are you here?” My mom calls as I hear her coming upstairs, “shit I’ll sit at my vanity and you can sit on the bed, just act casual.” I murmured to Chris and he nods, grabbing his phone and opening TikTok.

“Yep we’re upstairs!” I call, saying we so my mom knows someone else is here, I notice myself in my mirror, my hair is fucked up, I quickly brush my hair and my mom knocks the door. “We? Can I come in?” At least she asked. “Yeah.” I say. She opens my door and I smile softly. She looks between me and Chris.

“You must be Chris.” She spoke to him. “Yes ma’am.” He replied, saluting with his hand. Causing me to scoff and roll my eyes. “What were you guys.. up to in here?” She asks, I can tell by her face she suspects something. “Just talking about today, and stuff..” I hesitate. She nods awkwardly. “You’re home early from work.” I break the silence.

“Yeah they let me go early because of your.. one sided fight..” she smiles slightly. “Yep.” I say.

The air is tense in the room and Chris clears his throat and me and my mom look at him, he looks around at my room awkwardly. “Do you like the colour pink?” He asks my mom motioning to my room, obviously not knowing what to say. “Not really a fan but it’s not my room.” She replies and he nods looking over to me.

“I’m gonna go back downstairs.” She says to me and she smiles at Chris, “nice to meet ya.” He says as she walks out my room.

“Do you like the colour pink?” I mimic him, he puts his hands out in confusion, “what was I supposed to say? Oh hey there I just took your daughter virginity!” He does an overly happy wave. I laugh, “you’re stupid.” He chuckles.

“I don’t know why she’s being so.. nice?” I say, moving off of my vanity chair and onto the bed next to Chris. “Maybe shes become a nice person?” Chris says in a tone where you can tell he doesn’t even believe himself. I scoff.

“That woman switches up so quickly I don’t know what to expect.” I whisper as I lean my head on his chest. “Maybe she’s bipolar?” Chris asks, “don’t joke about that Chris.” I look up at him, “no I’m serious like does she have something?” He grabs my hand. “I don’t know.” We lay there cuddling and talking for a good 15 minutes.

“I should return to school for my last lesson at least.” He smiles at me, “you do that, I’ll walk you to the door.” He looks over at the box covering our clothes, “do you want me to take my clothes?” He asks.

“I don’t mind washing them for you, when my mom’s not here.” I grin at him, “okay.” He breathes out and kisses me on the forehead.

We walk downstairs and my mom is asleep on the couch, I open the front door and walk out with him. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He smiles, “yeah.” I nod pulling his face down to mine and kissing his pink lips gently.

“Tell your mom I said bye.” He says as he walks away, “will do.” I wave to him.

I turn around and open the door, going to walk upstairs. “He seems sweet enough.” My mom spoke from behind me and I turned around to face her. “Yeah.” I smile.

A/n: why is this so sweet tho and smutty.. (y’all we cannot trust y/n’s mom..) anyways I love making this series and I think there will be a few more parts left! Love yall!

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twst-drabbles · 5 months

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Octavinelle 16

Summary: You’re in bed. The sun was highest in the sky, bound to dip but you’re still in bed. You get up eventually, knowing there are seafolk pets relying on you to feed them.

(Decided to say fuck it to the funnies and write the mental state that’s been plaguing me. But yeah, just wanted to put emphasis on the fact that I'm not in a state of sadness. I just feel so tired with this constant fog over my own feelings. Oh and this is just over a 1000 words.)

You felt like a low existence, sinking into your bed sheets that haven’t been washed in over three months. There was nothing to mourn about yourself, felt useless to indulge in any sort of sadness really. A bother, basically, to try and feel anything beyond just mild annoyance at your own smells and the too loud and too bright things of the outside.

You look over to your phone, long since overcharged with sticky notifications of habits you’ve broken and missed. You haven’t swiped them away, telling yourself that you’ll get to them eventually but you don’t. You miss a day and tell yourself that it’s fine. That you need a break. Then another break. Another day of rest, another day of being still.

Day after day, day after day. You haven’t been on walk for half a year. You stopped during the winter because your shoes were torn to pieces by a teething Floyd and never had the energy to just buy new ones.

It’s not that bad, really. You’re still alive. You’re not rotting and waiting around to die. You still drink water, you still get a bite to eat, even if it is only enough to make your stomach shut up for an hour. It’s just…

It’s a bother, to wash yourself, to clean your teeth, to go outside and be blinded by the sun, to do the same things you do every day. And it’s a bother to try and do any changes. You just don’t have the energy.

You’re running on empty, and the empty have to rest, because it aches to try and do anything more.

You snuggled deeper into your sheets, piles of blankets on top of you, weighing heavily upon your entire body. And just so you can get more on top of you, you made your room even colder than it ever should be. Just made snuggling into the blankets all the more nicer.

You missed the seafolks’ first feeding in the morning. This was the first time you’ve done this, but you know them to have enough fat to survive missing one feeding. Will they be grumpy? Probably. Pissed at you, most likely. But you also know them to store away any leftovers in their little hiding places. They’ll be fine. They can let you rest for a bit.

The left side of yourself has gotten a little pinched, a bit numb. You closed your eyes for just a little bit and woke up to suddenly three in the afternoon. You’ve laid on your side for too long again. You felt annoyed and when you felt a pulse in your head and a tightening of your stomach, only then did you bother to push yourself up.

You’re tired, you’re hungry and you’re thirsty. The nap did nothing but made breathing harder and your eyes drier than anything. But it was enough. It was enough to get you annoyed with laying in bed. So you reached over and drank your water. You didn’t want to brush your teeth, so you just used your gulp of water to wash around your mouth before swallowing it. Then you drank water again to refresh.

You finished the bottle and tossed it in the overflowing trashcan filled with other empty bottles. You got out of bed and walked out your room. You didn’t bother with shoes or getting into different clothes. You’re tired as is.

The blood has finally reached your head and the pulsing came back, this time behind your eyes. You had to squint as you opened the door to seafolks tank.

You heard three distinct chirps, all much closer than you expected.

You looked to the back, seeing the tank popped open once more, then you looked down just as Jade and Floyd were bodied by Azul right before they could munch on your big toe. Ah, you haven’t clipped your nails in a while. You just noticed that.

Floyd’s little claws clicked against the floor as he struggled to Azul off of him. Jade’s usually behaved self was replaced with a growling little eel, his jaws clicking and gritting as he whipped his tail about.

“…alright,” you rasped out, putting a hand to the wall as you guided yourself to the food you stored away, “yeah, probably should’ve expected this…”

Azul finally knocked their heads together and made the eels behave. You almost wanted to laugh, but the feeling was too vague to make physical. It was only a twitch of a smile you gave out as you dragged out a bag of cold whole fish. You had a fridge stored in here since you didn’t want your regular fridge to smell like their foods.

You closed the fridge and carefully slid yourself down to the floor. Even that task was tiring. You can feel your heart pumping beneath your ribs. You had to lean against the fridge just to cool yourself down for a bit.

Azul, evidently proud of his defending of you, basically strutted towards you with a grumpy and limp Floyd and an equally grumpy Jade who was huffy, but behaving.

Azul finally looked at you, at your eyes and your greasy skin and unwashed clothes. He tiled his head. You ignored that.

“Hey,” you greeted as you ripped open the bag and watched them all perk up, “Sorry about that. Here.”

You pulled out the fattiest fish into the air. Floyd shot out of Azul’s grasp, but was grasped by Jade’s own claw. Jade pushed his brother behind him and shot after the fish. He clamped his jaws right into its belly and now you have both a fish and an eel hanging from your hand.

You gently set it down so he can rip it up in peace. Floyd, not to be defeated, sunk his teeth into the head and immediately started to pull it apart. Messy eaters. All of them.

You shivered as Azul pulled himself onto your lap. He gave a low whistle at you and opened his mouth wide.

“Ah,” hand-feeding, huh? He’s feeling rather spoiled today doesn’t he? “Here.”

You gave him something small just so he doesn’t make a mess on your lap. Fish smell isn’t exactly nice.

“Oh,” you jumped just as Jade and Floyd coordinated together to bring their meal onto your lap behind the munching Azul, “Oh, gross.”

Well, so much for that. Cold, slimy, your sense really hate you right now. Well, you suppose this is fine. They’re having fun and it’s not like showering is that bad. You needed one anyway. Well, no not a shower. A bath. A bath isn’t bad. You don’t think you’ll be able to stand that long anyway.

Well, you’ll get one right after you have something to eat. You’re kind of tired of snacks, so you might heat up some hearty leftovers. After everyone has finished eating. You don’t feel like leaving right now.

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azureseacloud · 3 months

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Hidden Messages

Ghost (band)

Part 4

Dewdrop x Reader

Words: 2,727

Warnings: swearing

I’m back! Sorry about the delay, it’s been like almost two months 🫣

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You hummed absentmindedly, tapping a pen against your cheek. You were sitting at your desk, working your way through the last changes Sister Imperator had wanted you to make. You’d already sent off the plans for accomodation and venue bookings, choosing to forgo skimming over them to save time. You’d finished them last night anyway.

Cirrus was on your bed, her beautiful form lounging as she idly looked through her phone. She was stretched out, leaning her back against the headboard with one leg crossed over the other.

Another notification popped through on your phone and you looked down to see it was from Cirrus again. You sighed, throwing the phone onto the foot of the bed, away from your reach before it distracted you.

“Really, Cirrus?” You were pretty sure the ghoulette chuckled. She held up her hands in mock surrender.

“You don’t have to check it now. Just think of it as a little reward after you’ve finished your work.” By her wicked smile you knew it was going to be more videos of Dewdrop. Satan below, why had you ever told Cirrus about him?

“You are almost done, right honey?” Cirrus asked hopefully. When she’d first come in you’d been laying on your bed typing. She’d joined you, cuddling into you and rubbing calming circles into your back to the point you had almost fallen asleep. After that you had rolled away, choosing to sit at your desk to finish the last of the documents.

It was almost 10pm now and you had almost finished all of the work that you were going to do tomorrow. Which meant you would have a clear schedule to stay at practice for the whole day, if you wanted to.

“I’ve got a few more things left, then I’ll be done.” Cirrus looked pleased at that. You knew she was waiting for you to join her. It wasn’t unusual for the ghoulette to sleep with you on the nights you didn’t spend in the ghoul quarters. You also had a feeling this had something to do with Dewdrop stealing you from her arms last night.

Cirrus had already filled you in on what had happened during the second half of the rehearsal. Dew had apparently been even more hyper after his interaction with you, to the point that Copia had needed to tell him off numerous times, apparently more than he usually did.

You still couldn’t believe it, and you could already feel yourself starting to hope. What if he did like you—what if Cirrus was right?

Even though you knew you should probably kill that hope until you had solid evidence, you didn’t have the heart to. It had been so long since you’d felt this way about someone.

Your mind kept wandering to how his hands had felt on your body, the warmth that radiated from him, the way he’d called you dearest in that honey-smooth tone. You were going to see him again tomorrow—and if Cirrus was right then he would be showing off for you.

You were well aware of the types of moves that Dew normally employed—having seen more than enough videos. But that was completely different to seeing it in person, let alone as his targeted audience.

You’d been to rituals hosted at the abbey, but only a few. You’d ended up at the very back for both of them, not wanting to fight the sisters for a closer space. Even with the limited view, you’d still been able to watch and admire the ghouls as they performed. Papa had been excellent as well—but your eyes had been elsewhere.

Namely on the lead guitarist. Dew’s energy had been breathtaking, the way he threw himself into each song, drawing the attention of the crowd and feeding off it. He knew exactly what to do to make the siblings scream. You’d wanted to be apart of that front row so badly—wanted to have his full attention on you as he played.

It seemed you were going to get the wish, if Cirrus was to be believed. It left a small flutter of nerves every time you thought of it.

Cirrus sat up, her head turning toward the door. You watched carefully—you’d picked up on some of the ghoul’s behaviours, Cirrus’s especially. By the way she tilted her head, you could tell that she heard something or someone nearby.

An amused smile slipped onto her lips as she watched the door.

You waved a hand and her masked face turned to you. “Who?” You mouthed, guessing that it was a ghoul that she had heard. Surely it wasn’t him…

Dew, she mouthed back, blowing you a teasing kiss.

Of course it was.

Your head snapped over to the door as it opened, revealing the fire ghoul, who hadn’t even bothered to knock. That was typical Dew though.

His gaze landed on you first—giving you a little nod in greeting—then flicked to Cirrus.

“Hey Dew, is everything okay?” You asked as you watched the ghoul. His hand gripped the door and he stared at the ghoulette behind you as she sent a delicate wave back at him.

“Copia needs to speak with Cirrus,” he answered, leaning on the doorway in a way that had you staring.

“What does Papa need to speak to me about?” Cirrus sounded uninterested.

Dewdrop shrugged. “Go find out.”

“Tell him I’m busy. It can wait until tomorrow.” Cirrus nodded over at you as you tore your eyes off the fire ghoul.

“He said it’s urgent, Cirrus.” Dew’s gaze flipped to you, his voice taking on a smoother tone. “Don’t worry, I can keep them company.”

“You should probably go Cirrus,” you added, trying to ignore the excited trepidation at the thought of spending more time alone with Dewdrop. “I’ll still be here when you get back.”

Cirrus sighed, standing gracefully. She let her fingers brush lightly over the back of your neck as she walked past.

“It’s not that I’m worried about,” she said as she passed the fire ghoul, giving him a warning look.

“Is it because my company is better than yours?” Dew sounded amused, still leaning against the door.

Cirrus laughed. “Oh please. I’m the favourite, aren’t I sweetheart?” She nodded her head behind Dew as they both awaited your answer.

“I don’t have favourites,” you said hesitantly, watching Cirrus point at herself. “But if I had to choose, Cirrus is better,” you added, slyly looking at Dew. Cirrus made a heart with her hands at your response, while the fire ghoul crossed his arms, scoffing.

“Don’t have too much fun,” Cirrus said with a teasing wink to you. “And you better be finished all that work when I get back.”

You gave her a little wave as she left. Dewdrop took a step into the room, closing the door softly.

It was his first time in your room—only Cirrus and the ghoulettes had been in here, as well as Rain on one occasion. It wasn’t that you didn’t want them here—rather that you spent most of your time in the ghoul quarters that it was practically home now. This room was more of a storage place where you kept all your belongings and work-related items. You only really stayed in it when you needed a break from the chaos—which was very rarely.

Dew seemed to be taking in your room, walking around as he scanned through your items, though there weren’t that many. He lingered at the small shelf housing your favourite books, running a finger delicately across their spines.

After ensuring he wasn’t up to anything that couldn’t be classed as strangely typical ghoul behaviour, you forced your attention back to the screen.

There was one more document left and then you could call it a night, and you’d have an entirely free day tomorrow to admire the fire ghoul. It was harder than it should have been to ignore him though. It was like your eyes were drawn to him, and you had to keep fighting the urge to look back at him.

You were typing the last part of the document when you suddenly became aware of his presence behind you. You stilled, catching his reflection on the screen.

Dew placed his hands on the desk at either side of you, his arms caging you in as he leant over you. His breath touched your right shoulder as he took in the screen.

“Someone’s eager to watch me play tomorrow,” he whispered smugly. You huffed, unlocking your fingers and typing again, furiously telling yourself to calm down.

“From what Cirrus told me, you’re the one who can’t wait to show off. How many times did you get told off by Copia today?”

Dew laughed lowly, resting his head in the crook of your shoulder.

“You’ve been talking about me, dearest sibling?” he muttered, a teasing tone in his voice. “Seems you just can’t get me out of your head.”

“I’m surprised you fit through the door with that ego. Then again, you are pretty short,” you teased back, hearing a quiet hiss in response.

Dew burrowed his face against your shoulder, his hands running along your arms. The movement jostled your hands as you were typing, turning the next word into a jumble of random letters. You quickly pressed the back button, acutely aware of the way his hands glided smoothly over your skin and the weight on your shoulder.

“Do you mind?”

“You don’t smell like me anymore,” he murmured, sounding disappointed.

Ah. So that’s why Cirrus had given you a whole heap of hugs, and why she had been so eager to cuddle tonight, especially after you’d showered earlier. You wondered if it was to reinforce her claim on you, or an attempt to piss Dew off.

“Well I’m trying to type here.”

“Don’t care. This is what you get for calling me fucking short.”

You sighed dramatically, reaching a hand up to push his head away. He grabbed at your arm, pinning it to the desk with a sound of amusement.

You raised an eyebrow at his reflection on the screen.

“Really?” You flexed your trapped hand, trying to loosen his grip. “Let me go little gremlin, I’m trying to finish this work so I can go watch you practise. You know, like you so desperately want me to.”

Dew lifted his head, watching you through the reflection. He was silent for a moment as you held his gaze.

“How much longer until you’re finished?”

“About five minutes. And don’t tell me that’s too long to wait,” you added, well aware that the fire ghoul was known to be exceptionally impatient.

He huffed.

“Fine,” Dew said as he withdrew, trailing his fingers across your shoulders then your neck the way Cirrus had earlier. He lowered his mouth to your ear. “Five minutes.”

You relaxed as he threw himself on your bed, the phantom tingle of his breath on your ear lingering. Five minutes—then what? Was he wanting to sleep here tonight as well? How long was Cirrus going to take?

You mentally cursed the air ghoulette for leaving you in this situation. You hoped she would be back soon—although you were definitely enjoying Dew’s attention. Maybe he really did...

You would think about that later.

It was silent for a few minutes, the tapping of your keys the only sound. You resisted the urge to check what the ghoul was up to—once you did you knew he would try to distract you again, and you only had two more minutes.

“Has Cirrus been sending you more porn?” You startled, twisting your head to see he was holding your phone. Fuck.

“No she has not.” You tensed—you knew he shouldn’t be able to get into your phone, but you still felt a small fear curling in your stomach at the thought of him somehow seeing your conversations with Cirrus. The ones that were mostly about him.

“Then what has she been sending you?” He mocked a gasp. “Not her own videos?”

You stood, closing your laptop. It’s not like you were going to get anything else done anyway.

“Give me my phone back Dewdrop.”

He twisted around so he could see you, the balaclava under his mask slipping enough to give you a glimpse of a toothy smile.

“Make me.”

You narrowed your eyes, taking in the ghoul on your bed. He stared back at you, lifting his chin slightly in a challenge.

At that moment, the door opened, Cirrus returning from her meeting with Papa.

She glanced between the two of you, bracing her hands on her hips. You shot her a look of relief, gesturing towards Dewdrop.

“Can you help me with this?”

Dew snorted, rolling onto his stomach to face you, the phone still in his hands as he propped himself up on his elbows.

“Told you my company was better,” he said to Cirrus.

“I can see that.” The ghoulette sounded amused. “Now get out of my spot or I’ll tell Mountain it was you who broke his drums last week.”

Dew scowled back. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Cirrus tilted her head, a knowing smile breaking across her lips.

“It would be very unfortunate if Sister Imperator was to also somehow find out about what you did to that shelf of rare books in the library—“

“Fucking okay!” Dew sighed, languidly stretching before rolling reluctantly off the bed.

You watched as he stepped around the bed, wondering just how much blackmail Cirrus had on each of the ghouls. Maybe she was on to something—you made a mental note to hold on to any future information.

Dew stopped in front of you, holding out your phone. You hesitantly reached out for it, expecting a trick of some sort.

Instead, he let you take it, although he made sure to brush his fingers against yours.

“See you at rehearsals tomorrow.” He leaned in, whispering cockily. “I know you won’t be able to take your eyes off me.”

You gave him a small smirk, though your heart was racing. “We’ll see.”

He hummed in response, before Cirrus grabbed him by the arm and pushed him out of the room. She shut the door, cutting him off mid-curse.

You raised a questioning eyebrow at her.

“Don’t tell me you wanted him to stay,” she said, mocking disbelief with a hand to her chest. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“And if I did?” A smile ghosted your lips at the thought of Dew staying—but you also needed to actually sleep, and that wasn’t going to happen with him around.

Cirrus sighed, shaking her head. “Do you believe me now? You definitely have a chance with him.”

You felt red creeping across your cheeks. You really were starting to think that it was possible, but a part of you still held back a little. Before your thoughts could begin to drown you, Cirrus grabbed your hand and pulled you down towards the bed. You flipped your phone onto the bedside table—those videos could wait until the morning.

Cirrus pulled you in close, nuzzling into your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around her. She flicked off the light with her tail, plunging the room into darkness.

“What did Copia want?” You asked quietly as the two of you settled into a comfortable position.

“He wanted to check everything still fit for the upcoming performances, and that there weren’t any adjustments that needed to be made last minute.”

You nodded against her shoulder. That sounded like Copia—he was always remembering something he had forgotten right at the last minute. You thought fittings would have been sorted a few weeks ago.

“Annnd,” Cirrus dragged out the word, a hint of excitement in her voice, “we’re all getting capes.”

Capes? “No way. That’s going to be awesome!”

She hummed in agreement. “They look fabulous too.” You chuckled.

“I’m sure you’ll look ravishing.”

“I always do,” she purred. “Everyone else will have one too, even your little fire ghoul.”

Dewdrop with a cape? Fuck, you couldn’t wait to see that. Wait—

“He’s not my little fire ghoul.” You rolled over a little, peering at her through the darkness.

Cirrus laughed quietly, and you scowled.“He’s not.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

#ghost band #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls x reader #dewdrop ghost #cirrus ghoulette #cirrus ghost

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mayullla · 2 years

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Title: Virtual World Genshin

Character(s): Multiple Characters (Genshin Impact)

Summary: Sagau; Placing a device on your head, you lay down on your bed and entered a virtual world. Hanging out with npcs and teaming up with them to fight your missions or theirs. Well, maybe you were wrong about them being npcs?

Note: This is inspired by sword art online kinda? I thought of VR at first but I could not really make it interesting enough for myself to write then I thought the chars in sword art online got trapped in a virtual world...

Warnings/tags: Gn!reader, yandere themes, cultish, sagau, kidnapping (technically? you will be taken from your world), can be seen as platonic or romantic but the kids (Diona, Klee, Qiqi) are just platonic and nothing more.

Genshin is an interesting game, you thought to yourself yet whined when you remembered how much money you spend on this one game. It was expensive.

Placing the headset on your head, you lay down on your bed and logged into the game.

You felt like you were floating on air as you watched the world load in, first the terrain letting you stand on it, then the trees and buildings far and near that looked far too realistic sometimes when you watched all the small details load in.

The smell of glazelilies and delicious food and the sound of crowds, people talking to each other you can hear them as they talk about their day or how they try to haggle the price down in the shops.

"Ahh, you are back! How are you? Gouba missed you!" Xinagling smiled at you when you entered the restaurant, the smell of spice and the heat radiating of the stove... too real.

"Hey, Xiangling."

The game is simple enough more often than not you are just helping the traveler of your choosing either Lumine or Aether find their other sibling. (The sibling that you didn't choose.) You were like Paimon in a way, that you would be in their life when they need you.

How you would see a notification screen suddenly pop right in front of your face telling you to help the traveler and Paimon in their own missions. The archon quest and all but unlike Paimon you can leave the team whenever you want.

Able to roam free and do whatever you want. This was your own world and your world alone.

The game had co-op too, sending you to another world specific for that (always crowded with people) but when it came to your own world it was you and the npcs only.

You are just you here with the weapon and element you picked at the beginning of the game. Unable to change too much of your features except for the color of your hair or maybe a few tattoos.

Instead of the traveler who too focused on finding their other half, you have dailies and resin for yourself. Building your weapons, artifacts, talents and such. (gifts for the npcs is also another things that you often spent your mora on)

The daily missions are a mix, some designed so that you could do them by yourself while the other which usually involves a lot of fighting would involve asking certain characters to help you out.

It was fun really when you got Kaeya and Diluc who you met at the angel share to go with you to clear out the hilichurl camp.

"Oh, it seems that you have gotten a lot stronger than before Diluc. Could it be because of our lovely little traveler here?"

"Hmph."

Or maybe helping out Yoimiya and Thoma in protecting the hot air balloon goods from monsters.

"Thoma! Get that box that fell off from the ballon! Me and ____ will deal with the hilichurls!"

"On it, Yoimiya!"

Cleaning the anemo archon statues with Barbara or Venti is also fun.

But really the best is the Archon quests or World quests, this one is more specific when it comes to teaming with others. Sometimes would team up with one character only, sometimes with three but not over. The four of you work hard together to figure out puzzles, travel new terrain, steal or help others.

The more personal missions are usually nerve-racking more often than not seeing others' lives play out for a certain character and whatnot. And all you can do is be by their side.

You will morn with those characters their lost, you help them find what they are searching for, overjoyed when the other is happy. You are particularly close with the traveler seeing as they are the main characters in the story.

But in the end, this was just but a game, this isn't reality but a dream, virtual reality, and when you wake up from it you have to face reality.

It is hard at times when you have to log out when you were talking to one of the many characters. Telling them that you gotta turn in for the day, and that you need sleep. Them just smiling as the two of you say goodbye.

They never understood that this was a game you thought, after all you watched others play the game managing to get a video telling a character that they were nothing more than a game, codes and pixels.

Yet the characters never acknowledge that they were, looking at the player funnily as if they were just joking around or have gone crazy.

Walking around the game one time you wondered how the devs were able to make such a beautiful game. Again everything all looked so realistic the characters' emotions, thoughts, troubles and all that you just can't believe this was a dream or even a digital world!

When you got hit in-game you could feel the pain the hilichurl gave you, it was a little less painful than real life but the fact that you could feel surprised you the first time you got hit. What's more when you watched other characters get a heavy hit... you wondered if they too feel pain, when you watched Diona too panic to use her burst to heal Rosaria who was on the grass... hurt.

When you rested in the grass you could feel the pointy tips of it lightly tickling you and when you ate their food, everything tasted delicious, did they too also taste how delicious the food was? Sometimes you wished to believe so when they ate with you complimenting the food that you cook at camp that day.

The kind npcs who greeted you as a hero or sidekick with the traveler you knew why many in your world fall so far into the game wanting this world to be their reality far more than their own. Yet you could not help to also cherish this a little sometimes.

Sometimes.

You would be the same, but you understood that this was a dream and that this wasn't real but all just a game. Because in the end when you wake up the pain you felt in-game from getting hit by an arrow was suddenly gone, and the food that you ate with the characters did not fill your stomach. It is small things like that bring you back to reality and help you understand that all this was just a game.

Sometimes it is hard sometimes it is not but you learn how to separate reality vs game here.

How disappointing.

It was often when Yunjin and Xinyan would try to invite you to a show or two. Asking you to stay for a while longer when you have to leave soon.

"You must see this amazing show of ours! Yunjin helped me so much with this new song, you just gotta listen."

"Could you just stay for an hour, please?"

How the children would give you those pitiful eyes that made your heart pull when they ask you to play a little more.

"Klee wanted to play with you a little more... Are you sure you won't play with me anymore?"

"Qiqi wanted to watch the flinches with you..."

"I wanted to show you this new drink... not that I made it just for you... but it would be nice... hmph."

You thought that maybe it was because you are someone who played a hero that they adore you so much. Because of all the missions, they thought of you as a close friend.

It was nice when you, Diluc, Kaeya and Roasaria are together having a bit of banter whenever you got to the angel's share.

"You should drink a little more, it would only be a waste after coming all this way."

"They would like grape juice more, Kaeya. Too much drinking is also bad for you."

"Leave them alone you two."

Ninguang would tell you about her plans, never in full detail, but every so often she would slip a thing or two to you all the while Beidou and Kazuha would barge into the jade chamber (mostly Beidou) to play with you and Ninguang.

"So that is what I was planni-"

"Yo! I heard that you guys were together so I thought of dropping to the jade chamber to say hello!"

"Seriously Beidou, have a little sense."

Zhongli would often tell you stories of his own. Suspiciously stories that the internet never heard about when you look it up, made you wonder if there were hidden missions that you by mistake completed. Those stories are often the reason why you stay in-game a little longer, just to hear everything because you weren't sure you will be hearing them again.

"Have I told you about this?"

Childe would drag you together with him, telling you that you and he were comrades and that you and he must stick together!

"Since you are my comrade, you better watch my back alright."

Ayato and Ayaka would often invite you to the Kamisato home telling you that you stay for a while.

"You haven't been to the Kamisato home for a while, Ayaka misses you. Come and rest there for today."

"Ah! You are here, I am so glad to see you again."

Somehow just somehow Itto gets into more fights and trouble than necessary or even normal when you are around that you must stay a little longer to help Kuki Shinobu fix things up.

"Thanks without you I am not sure what to do with this guy and his group sometimes."

"Oh come on Shinobu! You love me, and so do you!"

When did this start?

There was always something that made you stay a little longer, there was always someone accompanying you where ever you go.

Sometimes you wondered if it was timed... you remembered that when you first started playing the game you were mostly alone if not with the traveler and Paimon searching and fighting monsters alone for their loot, finding beautiful sceneries as you traveled and marking them off your map.

Now you don't even have that moment of silence, as someone is always there with you. Don't get it wrong... you liked being with them, they are your friends in some form of way... complicated... and you would never say no when all they wish was a little bit of your time but also fight alongside you.

But you can't shake that feeling that when you look at their smiles there was a hint of desperation. That they were just clinging to you as if you are just going to disappear at a moment's notice.

When you promised Albedo, Ei and more characters that you will come back after taking a small break for yourself, some alone time. How they hold your hand or arm so tightly as if afraid only to reluctantly release them, smiling as they said goodbye.

You will come back...

What were you supposed to do when suddenly you aren't able to log out of the game.

That your body was stuck unable to wake up, as you tried and tried to leave. When you begged the system to let you out yet there was no answer, no notification just errors and errors which every button you picked to get out.

You didn't see them come close, surprising you when you suddenly heard their voice asking you if you were okay. Their words of worry you didn't trust when you saw the satisfaction in their eyes, the hesitance in them gone as they bring you into a hug clinging to you telling you that it was alright.

You belong to their world.

#genshin #genshin impact #sagau #genshin sagau #self aware au #genshin cult au #genshin yandere #tw yandere #platonic yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin self aware #genshin x you #childe #kaeya #diluc

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psychoc1ty · 6 months

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✧.* - sexting

summary: johnny's on the road, and you miss him. he had a premiere in cali, and you guys live far from that.

warnings: sexting, smut, sub!reader, dom!johnny

a/n: i have like nth to do so i'm writing to waste time also pretend you guys live in knoxville since like

wc: 841 words

(no song bc i had no song ideas LMAO)

johnny was on the road, which it wasn't a surprise to you considering he's always doing stunts. he was in california for the new premiere of 3D.

you missed him dearly. even more than you thought you could. you both lived far from cali so it was far. you felt like texting him, but wasn't for sure what he was doing.

you wanted him here so bad. you never wanted him to leave your sight. you tried to think of something to get his attention on his phone, if it was just anything. knowing just from memory, his phone will buzz and he's on it for another hour. that's when you had a dirty thought.

you got out of your bed, and went to your dresser. you skimmed through the drawers, trying to find his favorite pair of lingerie that looked hot on you. each drawer to the next. you kept looking until you found them. they were practically stuffed pretty good in the middle drawer.

you took it off, and slipped the lingerie on. you sat on the bathroom sink, back facing the mirror. you took a photo, and looked at it before sending it off to him. you called it good, and sent it off to johnny. the text read; hey :) *attachment: 1 image*

johnny read it quicker than you thought. he was texting you back, as a chat bubble appeared. you went to go lay down on the bed, as your phone buzzed, and it was from johnny. his text read; hello to you too, ma'am. you look stunning.

you were about to respond, as his chat bubble popped up again. you stopped typing as johnny's message went through; you are so fucking lucky i'm heading back to the hotel. you felt yourself blush. you responded back; oh yeah? i can't wait to see you.

johnny responded with a question mark, that's when you sent him video of you playing with yourself. he watched it, and he responded back, being quick with you; oh my god, doll. you look so good.. you giggled behind the phone and typed; it's all for you, sir.

johnny sent an attachment, which was a video of him jerking off. you watched it as your heat was throbbing between your thighs. you started to record another video of you fucking yourself, and sending it to johnny, which included you saying words such as; good god, johnny! i'm so fucking wet..

he texted back; oh, i bet you are, babe, and then an attachment. it was just videos of you both showing your horniness to each other. you two enjoyed it a lot.

challenging yourself, you stopped using your fingers and got out your dildo, from a store he didn't wanna walk into. you got it on your time. you placed your phone all sturdy between your legs. you hit record on your camera, and placed the dildo between your wet folds. you thrusted it lightly in and out of you. you kept that on for about a minute, your moans filling the silent room. once you were done, you ended the video and sent it to johnny.

your thighs felt a chill, in anticipation of a response. as soon you turned off your phone, it buzzed. a notification lit your phone, reading; johnny <3 loved a video you sent

you opened your messages app, seeing he was typing. his text then went through; god, princess. you really do wish i was there. trust me, i wanna be there with your little mess too. you blushed. you typed back; the amount of pleasure you give me just from your texts make me wanna cum even more.

johnny smirked behind the phone; yeah? well there's no need to act shy about it, hon. go for it. i wanna see you make a mess for me.

you started to record another video, but this time you started to fuck yourself with the dildo even harder. it made you moan louder, you walls clenching together around the dildo even more. the more you started to fuck yourself rough, you came all over it. the end of the video was left with you heavy breathing.

once you ended the video, you sent it to johnny. johnny opened it quicker than you thought. he responded back with a video of him coming, with text saying; good lord, baby. such a good fuckin' girl...

you wanted a tease, so you texted him; do i make you feel good, sir? he responded back with a yes.

the time was now 11pm, and you were starting to get tired. he was too; well thank you for making me feel good, baby. i hope you're like this again for me tomorrow.. you giggled, and responded; oh you bet i will. goodnight baby. he liked your message and responded with a goodnight.

you put your phone down, and went to sleep. all you could think about was the videos johnny sent you. it didn't hurt you to go back and look at them again.

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville smut

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short-black-diamond · 1 year

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The other woman.

Warnings: Angst, cheating, pregnancy, smut-briefly, reader is sad and depressed, Izuku is a cheater, but doesn’t want to be, long fic!

I also didn’t proofread it. so. uh, sorry if I made some mistakes that pissed you off...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwbHIZ4pbOA

-> listen to this while you read!

WHAT IF...What if you and Izuku were barely communicating with each other and he ended up cheating on you?

Another restless night with you trying to stay up for your husband, the number one pro hero. You know that he is saving the world, but you can’t help that nagging feeling of him staying away from you for...other reasons.

But, you don’t say anything. Instead, you go to bed-if something would’ve happedened to him, you’d get contacted first by Bakugo, or some other friend or pro hero, or the hospital.

Right after you’ve lay down, you heard the door open. “Honey, I’m home!”, he called in his tired voice, fatigue covering his mind and body. But, instead of standing up right away to greet Izuku, you stayed were you were. You didn’t want to see him at the moment.

Meanwhile, Izuku was confused. Weren’t you always waiting for him, napping on the couch? Did he do something? “Sweetie?”

No answer.

That gave him panic. Frantically, he stepped out of his boots and into each room to find you. He found you in your guys’ shared bedroom. “Hey...you awake?”, he whispered, softly shaking you. He knew that he came late, and that you’d wait for him, but you’d at least try to stay up for him. What he was met was barely a grunt and a soft “you stink”. He chuckled quietly and went to the bathroom.

Still, he felt like something was wrong.

Now, fresh out of the shower and into a new set of clothes, he went under the blankets and pulled you towards him. This time, you were sound asleep. He sighed, embracing you with his arms.

...

“I-I’m getting a promotion!“, you cheered, alone in your shared apartment. As always, you were not talking to Izuku, but one of your bunnies. Mika, a hazelnut coloured one, gave you his attention and sniffed curiously on the paper you’ve read the news from.

You clapped your hands a few times-a habit of yours when you were too happy and didn’t want to be loud. You sighed dreamily and looked at the paper again, holding it higher up so Mika couldn’t get a bite.

Dear Mrs. Midoriya,

We are happy to announce that you will get a higher position as a detective and you will be able to lead your own cases. Your paycheck will raise too. ;)

best wishes,

Headquarters, Japan

you squealed with joy and made Izuku’s favourite dish. Also, you didn’t sleep at all that night, your adrenaline being on 24/7, which meant you could work on your first own case. You were thrilled, to say the least. That also meant that you and Izuku could be working together.

You quickly got to work and found out about your new case. While you were hot on the trail of a cheeky and mysterious burglar, you received a notification from one of your female friends. A photo with her and her wide stomach. You were happy for her. “AWWWW, so cute! Congratulations! I hope that your child will be healthy!”, end of your voicemail.

Then, you closed your laptop, put the papers involving your case into a folder-organised, of course-and stared at your phone. then, you looked at the other female friends who sent you similar photos, even videos. A child, twins, pregnant, shortly before childbirth, after childbirth.

You were...jealous. You also wanted to have a child. I’m going to ask him tonight. But, right after you’ve finished your thought, another notification popped up on your mobile. This time, it was from another, an unknown number.

Somebody sent you a video. What could it be? A friend of yours who got a new phone? a villain holding somebody hostage? You were anxious with anticipation. Nonetheless, you started the record.

You weren’t prepared to see your husband fuck another woman though. He was drilling into that bitch with a vigor you wish he’d use on you. he was always gentle with you. but right now, you were just...angry.

and sad...and frustrated...

what did that woman have that you didn’t? what did you do to deserve to make Izuku cheat on you? Especially after he’d promised you thousands of times that he wouldn’t cheat on you? In the end of the recording, you noticed the woman having short brown hair, a deep blush, a high pitched voice, and she was chubby.

Right before you pressed the call button with the speaking partner being your cheating husband, you stopped before your finger touched the green button.

You had a much better idea.

...

“Hey sweetie!“, your husband called, taking off his boots. he halted on his way to you, smelling Katsudon. He smiled to himself. “Hey.“, you heard behind you.

you were just washing up the last dishes, when you felt his hot breath on your neck. Sending nice shivers down your neck.

I bet you did the same to her.

“Hey, back. You know...I...got promoted...!“, you whispered, smirking at him lighting up. “Really?! I’m so happy! You deserved this!“

How good he acted like he didn’t just cheat on you a few hours ago. and apropos ‘you deserved this!’, you don’t deserve me, slut.

“I’m glad myself! I hope that I’ll be able to save future victims, protect the civilians and make much more money with that!“

“I’m sure you will.“, he exclaimed softly, pulling you closer to him. he nuzzled into your neck, with you caressing his hair. “Take a shower, Izuku. Okay?“, you asked, fighting your tears. How could he act to...intimate with you? after he cheated on you?!

“I’ll be right back...“, he murmured, reluctangly letting go of you and stepping into the shower. I shouldn’t have done that with Uraraka...I cheated! I will tell her, first thing when I see her!

Ten minutes, Midoriya stepped out of the shower, not finding you in the kitchen. Now, he smelled roses-he saw them- growing along the walls and ceiling.

A doing of your quirk, you were able to make flowers and plants, roots, even trees!-emmit from any ground. and you were able to save many people with your flowers, you were even able to create new plants! You actually met like that-you savinf people by making big roots and them sliding to the ground like riding down the slide. He was too late to save anybody, but luckily, you were there. after a shy interaction he asked for your number and you set the first date.

your flowers all had meaning, and roses meant romance...or erotic.

He opened the bedroom door and found you, only covered in your lingerie, with nice heels, handcuffs and a choker, on the bed. He grew hard instantly.

“Some here, baby.“, you said, curling your right pointy finger and giving him your seductive gaze. In a matter of seconds, you had Izuku pounce on you, but before he could lather your face and body in bruises and hickeys, you held a hand up. “I’ll let you fuck me. But under one condition. You have to make me...

a mother.“

It took him a few moments to register your words, with your glorious body underneath him and your and the flowers’ scent filling his senses, and when he understood, his dick grew painfully hard. “Y-you want me to make you pregnant? B-but what about-” “My career can wait. don’t...don’t you want me to give you a son or daughter? Twins? Triplets? Quad-”

“GOD YES, I’ve been waiting for you give me the OK since forever!”, he cried, tears streaming down his face. All of his plans of telling you that he cheated flew out of the window when you kissed his neck and he went fucking you like rabbits.

In the next morning, you woke up with no Izuku. Still, you got up and went to the bathroom. You went back to last night’s event in your head: Izuku made you cum many times, so did he-no, he came more. He fucked you orgasm after orgasm and you were sure to get pregnant.

Step one, finished. Now on to step two.

Right after the day after intercourse ended, you got another notif. From the same number. It was a photo this time, of him kissing the same person. He smiled into the kiss.

You felt like bawling your eyes out, or kill him. But, since your plan was a long and big one, you didn’t act up on it. No, right now, you focused on doing your job. But, you contacted a model firm and a music company, for future purposes.

...

This time, you went home later than him because he could finish earlier and you were all ready for step two.

You let one of your friends to a test and the test was negative, which you then took home with you.

“Heyyy, how is my beautiful wife doing?”, Izuku asked, embracing you in a comforting hug. Time to start the act.

“Oh,...well..“, you trailed off, putting on fake sadness. Of course, the pro hero noticed your concern and pulled you closer. “What is it?“, he whispered.

“You remember our night together?” “How could I forget?” You forgot to be true to your words, you stupid bitch- “Well...it...didn’t work...“, you mumbled, your voice ‘cracking‘, as you took out the negative test.

He stared at it for a long time. “(Y/n) I’m so...so sorry...!”, he whispered, hugging you closer. You could smell his scent, mixed with a different one. That cheating bastard!

You gently pushed him away from you, his heart breaking at you avoiding body contact with him. you looked at him with a sad and dissapointed expression and looked away, going to sleep in the guest room. Now that the young man was alone, he thought about your behavior.

You and him didn’t really spend time together, the last time being him and you fucking last night. Before that, you were busy looking for evidences of a new case you could work on alone since you got your promotion.

...

Guys sorry for stopping mid story. I don’t really have any motivation right now. I hope you guys are okay. :)

I hope I’ll get to post the second part soon.

#mha deku #deku angst #deku x reader #Deku x you #deku x y/n #y/n angst #reader angst #mha x reader #bnha #bnha x reader

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ijustwant2write · 2 years

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Sleeping Buddies-Steven Grant x Reader

(GIF credit to @marveldaily)

Summary: Unbeknownst to Marc, Steven has a girlfriend. This girlfriend also doesn't know that Marc exists, as well as Steven's odd sleeping rituals.

Characters: Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Just fluff and it's long

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"Did you really have to be that harsh on those guys?" Steven moaned as he sat up in bed, his body aching.

"Oh, I'm sorry, would you have preferred to be beaten to a pulp back there?" Marc snapped back.

"Alright, alright, I get it. I thought the suit was supposed to be all healing, why am I aching?"

"You slept in a weird position last night."

Steven just shook his head, slowly walking towards the cupboard with cereal in it. As he poured himself a bowl, he heard his phone ding, smiling when he saw who's name popped up.

"(Y/N)? Who's that? And why are you smiling so much?"

Steven ignored him, unlocking the phone and instantly tapping on the notification. He had two messages from her, both sweet, just like her.

'Good morning 😊 hope you're OK after what Donna said to you. That sounds terrible! Sometimes I wish I worked at that museum with you just so I could give her a piece of my mind! 😡 I can't wait to see you this weekend, I've really missed you xx'

Marc was really confused as he read the text. How did he not know about this woman? And how did Steven manage to even talk to a girl?

'Hi, are you OK? I tried to face time earlier but you didn't answer. Obviously it's fine if you're busy, but I'm guessing your sleep is messed up again. Maybe we can go to a doctor together about it? If you want that is, no pressure my love. Anyway, I hope you're sleeping well, I'll message you in the morning as usual. Sweet dreams xx'

"Steven, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, I do, actually. Why do you sound surprised?"

"What does she look like?"

"None of your business! Besides, it's all messed up now, innit? Now you're in the picture, and how would she react to that? This relationship is still new, I don't want to ruin it."

"You've got to tell her at some point."

"I know but-"

Steven was interrupted when someone knocked on the door. He wasn't expecting anyone or anything to be delivered today. Maybe it was the postman that had a parcel for his neighbours who weren't in. Steven took the blue strip off the door, hiding his body behind the door, he was still in his pyjamas after all. However, his mouth dropped open when his girlfriend stood there.

"Holy shit, Steven."

"(Y/N), h-hi, what are you doing here?" he fully opened the door, forgetting how he looked.

"Sorry, I know I should have called or text before coming over. I just...I was starting to worry about you."

"You have to tell me how you picked up this girl."

"Worry? Why would you worry?"

"It's four in the afternoon. I was supposed to text you this morning and during work like I usually do but I was late today, and then I had to basically cover everyone else so I didn't have time. I've felt so bad."

"No, no sweetheart, why would you feel bad? I'm the one who's been sleeping all day."

"It's a good thing you're not at work today."

"You remembered my schedule?"

"You sent me a copy of your rota, just in case sleep gets the better of you."

"Steven, she's way out of your league."

Steven was slightly offended by Marc's words, but he knew it was true. He too had been shocked when (Y/N) started a conversation with him. She was gorgeous, and one of the best things about her was how caring she was. (Y/N) never asked too many questions about his sleep trouble, she just made sure she was able to help in some way. Even if that meant giving Steven his space and not staying over at each others places.

(Y/N) admitted (just to herself) it hurt that she couldn't lay in bed with Steven. They couldn't watch a film snuggled up on the sofa for fear Steven may fall asleep. Although it wasn't the most important thing, (Y/N) did want to sleep with Steven, as in, make love with one another. Not because she was horny, but because she loved him and she felt that sex was another layer of connection between a couple. However, (Y/N) wasn't going to risk pushing Steven away over sex, he meant so much to her.

"Can I come in?"

She had been at his before for dinner, multiple times, but that's when Steven cleared away the sand and hid his leg shackle under the bed. He totally forgot about that as he invited her in, eyes popping out of his head when he turned around after closing the door. It was too late, she had already seen it.

"Steven, what's this?" she asked, not sure how to take it.

"It's...it's for the sleep, I swear! I used to get up in the middle of the night, end up hurting myself. And, and the sand is to see if I have stepped out of bed. Oh, and this," he held up the crumpled blue tape in his hand,"I put this on the door so I can figure out if I've left the flat."

"You do all this because of your sleep habits?"

Shit, shit, shit, this was it. (Y/N) was going to think he was a freak, she didn't see how crazy he was. He could envision it now. She was going to rapidly pick up her things and scurry out of there, deleting his number and him out of her life forever. He couldn't lose her, she was the best thing in his life right now.

Steven was wary as she slowly approached him, he had no idea what she was going to do or what her reaction would be. (Y/N) looked upset, and he didn't know what that meant. She snaked her arms around his waist, cuddling him close as she rested her head on his chest.

"I'm so sorry Steven. You should have told me about this, I could have helped...somehow."

Steven was so relieved, instantly hugging her back. He didn't realise how much he needed a hug right now. (Y/N) rubbed circles on his back, soothing the tension away. How had he found someone so perfect?

"What? She's not running away? Steven, you've literally found the ideal woman. Either that or she's as crazy as you and me."

"So, you're not running away?" Steven squeaked out.

She squeezed him."No you donut. I'm staying, and I'm going to help. In future, just let me know when you need help, OK?"

"I will."

"So, I was thinking, since I'm here, maybe I could stay over?"

(Y/N) had just come out with it, she had been so nervous about asking. It was a sensitive subject, but she knew she had to just ask, otherwise it would never happen. The wait felt far too long as she saw Steven thinking about it. No, don't banc down now, see what he says!

"You're taking too long to answer buddy."

"Yeah, yeah why not? As long as you're OK with my...sleep habits."

(Y/N) grinned as soon as he agreed, and Steven couldn't ignore that. There was guilt creeping up. It was normal for couples to stay with one another, he kept avoiding that. He just hoped that Marc would take a break this evening and actually let him sleep. Now all he was worrying about was (Y/N) actually being here.

"Uh, I'm afraid the place is a bit messy, I haven't had much time to clean up. And I don't have any food for us."

"Oh, I mean, I can stay another night-"

"No, I didn't mean for you to go away! I, I was just, um, trying to cover myself, like, just explain why my life is such a mess."

She giggled."So dramatic. Why don't we just order a takeaway, and if you want we can tidy up the place whilst we wait?"

He nodded, surprised when he quickly pecked him on the lips. (Y/N) went to grab her phone, looking up where was best to order from. Steven quietly excused himself to the bathroom, letting out a breath as he locked the door. He had to calm down, he was going to have a heart attack otherwise.

"Steven."

Marc startled him, making Steven whip around to look in the mirror. Marc didn't look impressed.

"Would you stop stressing, you're going to start sweating."

"How can I not stress? You're here with me, (Y/N) has shown up, and we've never spent the night together."

"Never?"

"No!"

"She seems sweet, she's gorgeous too."

"Oi, don't look at her, alright? What if I do something wrong?"

"If she's stuck around after seeing the leg shackle, I think you can't do anymore wrong."

"Babe, you want the usual?" (Y/N) called.

"Yeah love, yeah that would be great. Thank you."

"Right, you're going to go out there and have a nice evening, simple as. I don't know why you're acting like this."

"Because I love her!"

Steven started to smirk."You haven't told each other yet, have you?"

"No, didn't want to scare her away."

"Again, I think she would have run after the restraints."

"Yeah, you're right. I've faced monsters and bad guys, this will be a piece of cake."

Marc politely nodded, not wanting to crush Steven's tiny bit of confidence. Steven was smiling to him, straightening out his top and tidying up his hair. He missed Marc shaking his head as Steven left the bathroom, seeing (Y/N) already starting the dishes he had left.

"You didn't have to do those." He said as he stood next to her.

"You look like you need some help babe. No offence."

Steven was hesitant, but he wrapped one arm around her waist, hesitantly kissing the side of her head. She knew he was still new to PDA, so this was very sweet of him. Leaning into his embrace, she almost squealed when he rested his head on top of hers. When he suggested drying up, (Y/N) told him to leave it, drying her own hands before guiding him to the sofa.

"Can I ask about the shackle? Like, how did you decide to use one?"

"I don't know really." they sat opposite each other, but their legs were tangled up, holding hands still."It just got really bad at one point, I was a danger to myself."

"That's terrible. So you've been going through this by yourself?"

He nodded.

"Well, I'm here now. I'm going to help you. Everyone deserves a good night sleep."

"Oh, sweetheart you don't have any of your things with you!"

(Y/N) glanced down at her clothes, almost smacking her hand over her face in stupidity."Ah, yeah, well, I wasn't really expecting to stay."

"You can borrow my stuff if you like."

"Is that OK?"

"Yeah. I'm sure I've got a spare toothbrush too, don't really fancy using the same one do you?"

"No, not really. Thank you babe." she leaned over to kiss him."Do you mind if I get changed into something comfier now?"

"Yeah, yeah. Uh, let me, let me find something for you."

Although he had offered his clothes, he had no idea what to give to her. A t-shirt was fine, maybe a jumper to throw over if she was cold, but what about the bottom half? He only had a spare pair of jogging bottoms, and though they would be huge in her, it was the best he could do. He couldn't deny he was excited to see her in his things, she was going to look so cute.

And once she emerged from the bathroom, he couldn't help but shyly smile at her."You look adorable."

(Y/N) flet herself blushing, he was too cute."If you say so babe. I'm glad you think that anyway."

Marc kept quiet as the couple spent time together, observing Steven's behaviour. He was still dorky and shy, but it was as if they had been together for years. Steven sometimes made bold moves, kissing her randomly, pulling her back into hugs, playing with her hair, they even fed each other; he hadn't seen him this confident before.

Steven did the washing up this time, glancing back at (Y/N) on the sofa, who had now picked up a book to flip through. He caught Marc staring at him in a nearby mirror.

"So, things are going well."

Steven didn't reply, not wanting to look crazy in front of his girlfriend.

"OK, I know you're not going to speak to me but I can feel your heart beating and it doesn't sound healthy. You're just sleeping beside each other, it's not like she's expecting you to have sex."

Steven fumbled with the plate he was holding, quickly recovering before throwing a smile at (Y/N).

"You've got a good one here, Steven. She's in love with you."

It felt weird to hear Marc being sentimental. Why was he being so supportive? Wouldn't he want (Y/N) out of the picture to make it easier for him? But that word, love, Steven wasn't sure if it was the right time. Especially after the things she had seen in his flat.

Steven heard her yawn, looking over his shoulder to see (Y/N) snuggling deeper into the oversized jumper. He remembered she had been at work all day, she hadn't had a day off yet. He wasn't tired, seeing as he slept all day, but he would pretend to be to let her sleep sooner.

"Tired?"

She lazily nodded as she rubbed her eyes."Sorry, long day."

"Don't apologise. We can get snuggled up if you want."

"Snuggled up? Really?"

"Aren't you wide awake?"

"Nah, I can nap. Or I could read for a bit whilst you sleep. I've got a night light I can use."

(Y/N) stood up, stretching as she spoke."Steven Grant, you are the most adorable and sweetest thing I have ever seen."

He blushed, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. (Y/N) kissed him again before going to brush her teeth, the pair sharing a shy smile before closing the door. Steven rushed to the bed, wondering how on Earth he was going to get rid of all the sand in more or less two minutes. He tried to scoop some up into a cereal bowl but there was too much. He froze when he heard the door open.

"What are you doing?"

"Um, I'm trying to get rid of the sand. For you."

Did this man have any faults? (Y/N) walked over, resting a hand on his back."You don't have to do that. If it helps you then we'll leave it."

"You sure? What if you forget and step in it?"

"It's just sand babe, I can brush it off."

"Thanks. That's really nice of you."

They settled into bed, both a bit sheepish about the ordeal. Why were they stressing? They were adults, two adults who were dating and simply sharing a bed. Nothing was going to happen. Well, Steven hoped nothing would happen, he didn't want to freak (Y/N) out.

He couldn't help but watch as she sat up in bed to take off the jumper, the t-shirt underneath riding up below her bra line. His head whipped away from her once she had taken it off, trying to think of something else. (Y/N) laid down, pulling the duvet up as she buried herself in it. Steven was also under the covers, but had picked up a book from the bedside table, as well as his glasses.

"I love your glasses. You should wear them more often."

Steven chuckled softly."I think I look a bit like a nerd."

"And that's a bad thing? It's cute, yet sophisticated and handsome at the same time."

"Thanks. Perhaps I will wear them more."

"You sure about staying up? I can stay awake for a bit."

"You're shattered love. I don't mind. This is how I spend my evenings anyway."

(Y/N) hesitated before speaking, looking up at Steven with her big eyes."Could we maybe cuddle up whilst you read? You can always push me off if you want."

"And why would I do that?"

(Y/N) shimmied up to him as Steven lowered himself. She rested her head on his chest, one arm draped over his stomach. Steven had an arm around her back, the other holding his book.

"Comfy?" he asked.

"Yeah. I might have to request sleeping like this every night."

"Would you want to stay over again?"

"Are you asking me to?"

"I think so."

"Don't feel forced Steven. I mean, I would love to spend more nights with you."

"Then that's settled then, innit?" he placed a kiss on her forehead, mbefore reaching down and kissing her lips."Goodnight love."

"Goodnight. Don't stay up too late."

Steven had been reading for a while, absentmindedly rubbing gentle circles on her back. She was asleep in minutes. He had to pause his reading a few times to check she was actually breathing she was so quiet. Like always, he didn't feel tired at all, giving up on reading and instead stroking back (Y/N)'s hair.

He wanted to continue this relationship. He really did love her, he had to admit it. However, he didn't want to say it out loud in case he jinxed it. This whole situation with Marc was so complicated and crazy, he didn't know how to go about it.

"Relax, for one night."

Marc was right. He had to at least enjoy this night with her. Leaning over to the lamp, he turned it off, cautiously lying down with (Y/N). She stirred but didn't wake. She held him tighter, wrapping one leg over his. And he didn't panic, Steven embraced it, holding her close.

Steven felt like he had blinked and woken up, though he was used to feeling tired all the time. A smile instantly appeared on his face as (Y/N) woke. Her hair was messy, eyes puffy, yet she was still the most beautiful thing Steven had ever seen.

"Good morning." Steven whispered.

She propped herself up to properly see him."Morning. How did you sleep?"

She had just woken up and her first thought was him.

"Better, still not great though."

"That's still good though babe, better than having a terrible night sleep. And you didn't use the shackle."

"Oh, I totally forgot about that."

"See? There's some progress already."

She slid off him so they were laying side by side, facing each other.

"You're amazing, do you know that?" Steven gushed.

"What? Why?"

"Because, you just are. Someone else might have ran away when they saw what state I was in. But you stayed."

"Yeah, well that's because I-" (Y/N) stopped herself, she was easily going to say it. Oh well, might as well come out with it."Because I love you."

Steven's breath got caught in his throat. She said it. She just said it. She loved him. (Y/N) loved him. Marc could have laughed at Steven's expression, almost wanting to nudge him to say something back before she thought he didn't feel the same.

"I love you." Steven replied, taken back when she dove forward to kiss him.

Their kiss was passionate and long, though Steven kept his hands in a respectable place, and (Y/N) decided against straddling him, no matter how tempting it was. They were breathing heavier when they finally parted, lips feeling puffy, bodies feeling hot.

"I love you." Steven said again.

"I love you."

"It feels good to say that."

"Have you been wanting to say that for a while?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Me too."

They giggled together. They felt like teenagers.

(Y/N) gave him a peck on the lips before sitting up."Mind if I go have a shower?"

"Course."

As she stood, Steven's eyes widened. In the night she had taken off the joggers, leaving her in just his t-shirt, which had also somehow ridden up over her bum, showcasing the thong she had on. (Y/N) knew it had happened, she just didn't feel the need to fix it; and Steven didn't care if it was on purpose or an accident.

"If you don't join her in the shower, then I will."

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rafedaddy01 · 1 month

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Hey:) I have never requested anything before, and i have read your most recent ones and they are amazing. xx

I was thinking you could write a fic where in OBX2 when Ward's boat explodes, you could write one where the reader gets a message from an unknown number and says there is a bom on her parents boat, and then she like runs to try and save them, but she's like too late. Oh and something where Rafe helps reader. Also maybe if your ok to do this, maybe reader tries to kill herself and rafe talks her down.

Sorry its so long xx

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of partying, mentions of suicide(please don’t not read if that is triggering to you) 18+, mature content, sad, threats

This year had been crazy for y/n. Dating Rafe, getting into the wrong crowd, drugs, drinking, and to top it off chasing down the pouges for their gold.

She was never the type of girl to put herself out there, to make people want to notice her. She was very reserved and kept to herself most of the time. Which is why Rafe took a liking to her.

Normally the type of girls that would be all over him were the sleezy type. Not that he minded, but y/n was a breath of fresh air.

When he spotted her at one of his parties wearing a knee length dress and sipping a drink in the corner he immediately knew she didn’t fit in and he needed to talk to her.

It wasn’t long before he corrupted her. Getting her into coke and almost every other night partying. But he liked her better like this. He felt like he accomplished something by bringing her out of her shell, this is who she’s been all along she just needed a push. At least that’s what Rafe would tell himself when ever the guilt would creep up.

The two of them were laying in bed, the moon illuminating Rafes bedroom, when y/n’s phone rang.

She reached over to see her mothers name flash on the screen. She couldn’t be bothered, it was probably other lecture about staying out late past her curfew and how she needed to come home now. She silenced the call and turned back around, cuddling closer to Rafes warm, naked chest.

As the sun crept in she stretched her tired body and opened her eyes to find Rafe gone. It was typical. He’d usually be up early doing god knows what with Barry.

She reached over to grab her phone off the nightstand, checking her notifications like she does every morning. 3 missed calls from mom and a text from an unknown number.

“You’ll pay for what you did”

Her heart pumped faster as she read the words.

It was probably nothing, someone playing a dumb prank.

“Who is this?”

She typed out the message and sent it, watching as the tree dots popped up.

“Poor y/n, you should have answered your mothers calls. Now it’s too late”

There was a bomb emoji and a boat emoji at the end of the recent message and y/n’s heart sank and she threw her phone with trembling hands and jumped out of bed, tossing on the first thing she could find and running out of Rafes house.

She got inside her car and sped all the way home.

“Mom! Dad!” She screamed as she frantically rushed around the house calling out for her parents.

“Mom!” Her eyes filled with tears and she tore through every room looking for her parents.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up!” She held the phone to her ear as she dialed her mothers number but it went straight to voicemail. “Damnit!” She tried her father but it was the same outcome.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she rushed out to the boating deck, spotting her parents boat she felt some sort of hope as she ran towards it, only to be blow back and she watched fire erupt from the boat.

She ducked and covered her face before looking up and watching her parents boat go up in flames. She screamed bloody murder as she realized what the text meant.

She tried to move, get out of there, but her limbs felt heavy and her heart was torn as she sat in a puddle of her own tears.

Her phone vibrated and she unlocked it to read the message from the unknown number.

“Told you”

She locks her phone as she stands, tossing it on the deck and walking up to the edge.

She was never a good swimmer, always avoided getting in the water out of fear of drowning. But right now she just wanted to feel nothing.

She took a step forward, looking at the green water and seeing her own reflection she was disgusted. This was all her fault, if only she hadn’t been so selfish and answered her mothers calls, maybe, just maybe, this would have ended differently. She couldn’t stand to look at herself let alone let herself live.

“Y/n!” She heard a familiar voice call out to her before she plunged herself into the water, letting her body drop lower and lower and lower, until eventually everything went black.

Rafe sits in the hospital chair, watching his girlfriend, his y/n, laying in the bed looking so helpless. He hates seeing her like this and he hated himself more for allowing this to happen to her.

He knows who sent that text and he will go after them. But first he has to take care of her. To make sure she is okay.

“R-rafe?” Her meek voice speaks as she try’s to clear her throat but it’s to dry.

Rafe jumps out of his seat, reaching for the cup of water and placing the straw in her mouth.

He takes a seat on her bed, petting her head as he helps her drink, “shh, your okay baby. Don’t try to talk” he leans in a kisses her forehead. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything”

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heybaetae · 5 months

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alright, his letter really got me.

if i can get kinda personal really quick—which i usually avoid doing too much—i promise it’s warranted if you feel like reading to the end of this post in which i’m about to share some things about a deeply painful experience i went through this year and am still enduring the weight of. if you follow me closely enough, you probably know what i’m referring to…

before i do though, i want to mention how truly mind blowing it is that someone who already means a lot to you can somehow keep becoming more and more important as time goes on without even doing much, really, just by being there. since the start of the year, i have not been in the best mental state. i suffer from anxiety and depression which causes me to have a really tough time sleeping and it’s only gotten worse over the months.

i cannot stress enough how many times jungkook lifted my spirit and my mood on some of my worst days/nights since he started doing his frequent weverse lives. it sounds bleak to say because it is, but he was one of the only constant sources of light in my life this year. i can’t tell you how many times it felt like whenever i was feeling my lowest or was riddled with dread about something, i’d suddenly get a notif that he was live. like he’d just pop up when i’d need a distraction the most. even if it was a temporary relief, it would often help take my mind off of things and sometimes it was the only time i’d smile or laugh in an entire week. he was already such a comforting person to me, but it was only amplified every time he went live seeking the same feeling and i quickly found a lot of solace in the thought that we both seeked a familiar warmth for a while. i think a lot of people felt the same. i was seriously getting though the first half of the year thanks to the music the members were releasing and jk’s lives. that’s it. not much else was driving me forward.

then june 11th happened. that morning, i was woken up by my mom telling me my older sister was unresponsive in the hospital. i won’t go into specifics of what happened, but i ended up spending the whole day at home alone while the rest of my family rushed to the hospital. i couldn’t go with them. i knew i wasn’t going to be able to handle it and that made me feel absolutely riddled with guilt. instead, i spent hours in bed just waiting for text updates of what was going on, but they were few and far between. all i’d been told was that they were going to turn her life support off at some point in the day and i hadn’t heard anything after that for a few hours, so i didn’t know if it had happened yet or not for what felt like ages. i felt totally in the dark.

so i was laying there feeling numb, not doing anything but trying to reconcile with losing a sibling so soon and staring at my phone, willing news to come through but also praying it would stay silent. in my denial, silence meant what was happening wasn’t actually happening.

then that 🌟 JK live notif came through out of no where and i felt my heart literally stutter because there was just no fucking way. this was the first time i’d ever gotten that notif at that hour in my timezone. he rarely did morning lives, what on earth could he be doing? why now? why why why?

absolutely nothing in that moment was more important than my sister and what my family was experiencing, but there was literally nothing that i or anyone could do. i was helpless and unable to process the million thoughts and questions running through my head. in my desperate need for that familiar comfort, that distraction, i eagerly clicked the notif and was faced with those big, ridiculous brown eyes blinking at me sideways over the top of a blanket in his bed too. “you can’t be serious,” i said to my screen out loud and then i fucking laughed. incredulously, in disbelief, in amusement, in horror, in grief, in happiness, all of the above.

“how did you know?” i wanted to sob, but all i could do was keep laying there, practically comatose (for lack of a better word), as i watched who had steadily become what felt like my closest and dearest friend across the ocean tell me he wanted company falling asleep. it almost felt like a sick joke the universe was playing on me. like hey, you need a distraction from something really bad happening and it’s not gonna change a thing and it’s parasocial as fuck, but it’s literally the only thing that’s been working so far up until this point aka the lowest point. so here he is, the booooy.

anyway, he fell asleep. i finally rested my eyes. my thoughts calmed down for a brief while. frankly, at the risk of sounding insane, i felt like i was being looked after. supported? no, he had no clue. he was in dreamland and his arm was twitching. he hadn’t even said much after the first few minutes and once he passed out, all that mattered until it would inevitably be cut off was the fact that he was just… there.

my sister passed away not too long after the live was turned off. i wasn’t told until a couple hours later, but the fact is this: in the hour leading up to it, i was successfully distracted and i was comforted. of course, it didn’t last long but it had helped me in the moment i most needed it (again, but x10000) and i am forever in jungkook’s debt for those last few moments of solitude before my entire year was flipped on a permanent axis that day. i’m with one less sister and the grief has been insurmountable.

so i just wanna say if it’s seemed like i’ve been leaning a bit more on jungkook than usual this year, this is why. he’s just been an angel for me, quite literally. it’s also why i refuse to entertain any messages i receive slandering him for whatever reason or accusing me of favoring him over anyone else lately when that’s just not the case. i’m just trying to get by. i’m channeling my grief into my content, my creations, and in doing so, i am channeling my love and appreciation into what is getting me through it the most. so it’s a waste of time to twist it into something it isn’t and i’ll only ever give you a pity laugh and move on. none of the kpop industry jargon that people get mad about these days matters to me at all and life is too short to waste being angry about shit you can’t control. you don’t know what people are going through and you don’t know what someone means to someone else or why. so put your energy towards things that make you happy instead. you’ll feel better. i never owed an explanation, but there it is if you’ve been looking for one.

to wrap this up, i didn’t think i’d ever write any of this down and i could probably write essays just as long as this one for all the other members and what they did for me this year too. it’s going to be incredibly hard to see them go. my ult bias for-fucking-ever, my taehyung, i simply do not know how i’m going to get through my days without him. i just can’t picture or fathom it and i don’t fucking want to. he’s my favorite person in the world. i will be so empty with him gone. there are no words for how painful it’ll be so i’m not even gonna try to find them. my sweet jimin who also brings so much comfort and hilarity into my life, i simply cannot stomach the thought of him going away. my dear namjoon who i swear to god yanks my ass back up above water when i feel like i’m drowning in my feelings and inspires me to be better, what the hell am i gonna do? i’m already spiraling without yoongi’s tranquility. and of course, jungkook, who you now know has just been an incredibly special presence in my life this year. someone i’ve learned so much from, laughed with, cried with, eaten with, rested with, who showed up for me over and over and over and has no idea the impact he had, how grateful i am. i’ll never be able to thank him. thank you thank you thank you for being there for me. thank you all the members for fucking being there for me literally all the time.

this sucks! this sucks but i’m gonna power through it with the rest of you. i’m gonna try.

#tw death #turning reblogs off bc it’s just too personal to let circulate #but thank you for reading it you did

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tw-inkl-e-tit-s · 1 year

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✩-Too Late-✩

A/N: Sorry, this is so short lol also I was trying to make it sadder.

Pairing: Miguel Cazarez Mora x fem!reader

Warnings: Cussing, and Angst

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Miguel lay on his bed, bored out of his mind. Not knowing what else to do he decided to listen to his fans and start a live since they have been on his ass about the lack of content lately. He walked to his bathroom to brush his hair and put it in a low ponytail, He then put on a hat. Before he set his phone up he decided to post something on his story about going live. He scrolled through Instagram for a little before he found his way onto tiktok, He was looking at your account, Admiring your beauty. "How can she be that gorgeous." He thought.

A notification popped up on his phone screen immediately grabbing his attention, "masonthamesofficial has posted on their story!" He clicked the notification and watched the video. "Hey y/n/n!" Mason yelled as he ran up to you, "What Mason?" You asked not noticing the camera in his hand. "I have a present for you," He giggled, You cocked a brow. "What is it?" Before you could blink you were being soaked by water guns from both sides. Madeleine and Brooke could be heard laughing as well as Mason who was stepping back to film the scene- also trying not to get wet- "Fuck you, Mason-" Miguel busted out laughing as the video ended, swiping up on the story and sending laughing emoji's (let's be honest he speaks emoji) He then sent the video to his sister Alondra who he knew would get a kick out of- since you and she are besties -Mason had replied with skull emoji's and said that Miguel should come up to visit.

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"Do I have six toes?" He laughed and shook his head, "No I do not have six toes." He continued to look threw all the questions his fans sent him, Most of them being about him and y/n. Miguel didn't know how to work shit on live so it was a mess, "Oh, Mason joined!" He smiled. He accidentally clicked on a question, "What? oh," He began to read the comment out loud "Miguel and y/n-" he stopped and smiled at the question, he deleted it and moved on. "y/n is beside me," Mason wrote, Miguel's face flushed red as he tried to hide his smile "what is my favorite drink? Dr. Pepper." he scrolled down a few more before getting a notification saying mason wanted to join the live. He felt nervous as y/n was with Mason, "Maybe she went home." he thought as he clicked on the accept button, Mason popped up on the screen standing on a counter with sunglasses on and a hairbrush in his hand.

"Uhh, you good bro?" Miguel asked laughing, Mason just stood there and everybody was sending laughing and skull emoji's in the comments. All of a sudden 'My milkshake' starts playing and Mason starts singing and dancing on the counter. Miguel was in tears at this point just laughing, "what the fuck is wrong with my friend" He thought. "Mason where is my hairbrush!!" Miguel froze as he heard your voice on the other side of the screen. Mason stopped and looked at you, You stood there looking breathtaking as always. "Gimme my shit back bro!" you yelled as you tried to grab the brush, "No!" Mason laughed as he held the brush above his head. "Fine, I'll be back, but I won't be unarmed." you ran off into Brooke's room out of breath. "Jeuse you good?" she asked, you shook your head no. "Mason took my hairbrush and I need it back." she got up and ran to the kitchen where she saw Mason singing into y/n's hairbrush in front of the phone.

She grabbed the Nerf gun and shot him, y/n grabbed her hairbrush that fell to the ground. "Ugh y/n what do you even need it for, you're hair is fine." He groaned as he got up, "I'm going on a date, I need to do my hair." Everybody's face dropped. Including Miguels, He felt sick and sad, angry at himself for not asking you out sooner. He quickly ended the live and threw his phone on his bed. The smile on her face when she said it, He should be making her smile like that, Not somebody else. Mason knew how much Miguel liked y/n and he was trying to get them together. He looked at his phone and saw that the live ended, He looked down and sighed. "I'm happy for you y/n/n" You smiled and walked away. He just knew Miguel was blaming himself for this right now. But Miguel knew he was too late.

#list: @istgpleaseshutup @bonezisdeded @weehelers @brokenphonewires @deadghosy @shreksmilk

#✩🎸Miguel Cazarez Mora🎸✩

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blairwritingscript · 2 years

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"Partners in Crime p3"

WORD COUNT: 1.6K

PAIRINGS: Venom/Eddie x Reader

SUMMARY: It all comes down to you being a very nonchalant bounty hunter desperate for a vacation or distraction, you got what you asked for and found... a partner?

WARNINGS: Mentions of fighting. little cursing. little alcohol. some head biting <3

A/N: B/N = bounty's name imma leave the name to your imagination. y/n/n = your nick name. Venom's text is written like this :)

Also I DO take requests.

* Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3

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Another day had gone by, You and Eddie were almost creating a morning routine. Earlier today thought you had found a lead so you and venom went out to check but it was false. It turned out to be some other gang member that had nothing to do with B/N.

You were disappointed and you wanted to go back home, but Venom had other plans and wanted to do something about your bad lead. He ATE him. You were startled at first, but it was not like Venom would have done that to you.. right? You didn't care about it since you had now created a bond with him, that and you really didn't want to know the answer.

You sighed, laying on the couch with your laptop on your stomach. It was rainy today so that automatically made everything seem more boring.

"Eddie" You called out.

Eddie looked up from his spot on the bed, his phone on the charger for having used it so much yesterday. "What's up?"

You sat up a bit "wanna watch a movie?"

Venom popped out immediately "YES, I HAVE BEEN DOING NOTHING FOR HOURS"

"I'll check the pantry for snacks, You choose the movie" You jumped up excitedly.

"Whatever you say, y/n/n" He said. You laughed softly. You had called him Eduardo 1 time, and now he calls you that. You didn't hate it. You actually liked being called that by him, It made you feel cool. He got up and sat down on the couch instead, turning Netflix on.

"okay, all set and done" He said with a grind on his mischievous face. You eyed him up and down, Your hands full with bags of chips and soda.

You jokingly slowly stepped towards Eddie, your eyes going to the title Spread across the tv screen.

You wanted to facepalm "really?" You dropped the snacks on the table.

"What? I thought you would like horror" His grin got wider.

"Don't get me wrong, I love horror. But did you really have to pick SCARY MOVIE?" You yell dramaticly as you point to it.

"you told me i could choose, so you'll have to watch it"

you tried to hide your smile and sad down next to him.

Eddie started the movie and grabbed one of the chips, placing it between the two of you. two became three when Venom appeared again. Eddie was glad that Venom's nagging in his head had stopped. NOPE, instead of just floating or whatever he wrapped a tendril around your waist and pulled you closer to Eddie.

You let out a gasp, Not expecting a bloody tendril to come out of your current roomie. Eddie stiffened. You felt that and decided to tease him by just getting comfortable against his side and holding softly onto his arm. Venom had moved to sit in between your neck and shoulder, Nuzzling himself into you.

This was weird yet also nice? it was new and you wouldn't change it for the world. You didn't want it to end, but you were still on a mission and were scared that if you had completed it that both of them would leave you all alone again. You shook off that negative thought and went back to watching the movie.

Eddie was still a bit stiffened up. You were so close, He could smell the fragrance of your shampoo lingering in your hair. You were warm too and the way you clung onto his arm made him all fuzzy on the inside.

Eddie had fallen asleep at some point during the movie and so had Venom. They were both basicly wrapped around you like you were some kind of plushie.

In the corner of your eye you saw your phone light up, You reached out and read the notification. This time you were sure it was b/n. You turned your head towards Eddie. You couldn't risk it so you carefully moved out of their grasp.

You put on some proper clothes and grabbed any equipment with you that you thought you would need. You got to the door and looked back them one last time. You would've left a note but you didn't want them to follow, so you just left.

It wasn't completely dark yet, You were trying to act normal as you went through the streets . You checked your phone to see if you were still going the right way, which you were.

You kept going until you arrived at your location. An alleyway. why did it always have to be either an alleyway or a warehouse. People can't be original these days. There was a singular door with a light above it. A faint talking could be heard from the other side, not much, but just enough for you to hear some familiar words about drugs you were all to interested in.

some minutes earlier.

The sound of a door closing woke the symbiote up. He looked around only to be met with no one at his side besides Eddie. He looked around your place and even knocked on the bathroom. There was no reaction whatsoever and he got worried. He knew that you were tough but he couldn't help the feeling that you could be in danger.

"Eddie, Wake up" Eddie groaned and opened his eyes. He looked at venom and the at.. you?

"Where is y/n?" He was fully awake in an instance.

"She has left us, Eddie. I do not not where to" Eddie looked at the tv. The movie was still playing so she couldn't have left long ago. Then he noticed her laptop was still turned on. He was certain that you would't leave without it. He hesitated but he really needed to know where you could've gone, he took it and found the message.

"She got him" He said "She has a location"

Venom didn't understand why you hadn't told them. He took control over Eddie's body and rushed to the window, Braking it open and jumping out. Eddie told him where you should be and the both of them went faster then they have ever gone to get to you.

You took out your gun, hand reaching for the handle of the door before pulling it open in a haste. You were met with maybe 10 to 15 people waiting for you. were they expecting you? You weren't sure but you knew that in the next moments you had to fight.

Venom quickly arrived at the spot, He saw an open door and loud noises coming from the dark doorway. He was already on his way but then he heard gunshots. Eddie was yelling inside of Venom to hurry up. He got in and was glad when he saw you being busy with other rookies. there were a few of them on the ground, not dead yet also not quite alive enough to move freely. The shooting had most likely come from your side.

Venom grabbed and punched some out of the way. The rookies whining and grunting when they were met with either the wall or venom's claws. You by now had noticed the big guy and hurried over to stand back to back with him.There still about five left.

"Why did you go alone, y/n?!" He almost sounded hurt. It made you feel bad and guilty, two feeling you weren't used to.

"I didn't want to pull you into this mess anymore!" You yelled, punching some of them off of you as they tried to cut you with their fucking daggers.

"It was our agreement, we don't go back on those" Venom yelled right back at you. "Besides you're a fragile human, you are our's!"

"I am not fragile, i have dealt with shit much worse than this!" that is where your mind went instead of processing the fact that he called you theirs. Venom was about to take out the last. You had to stop him since the actual fragile human who he held as a doll in his hand was your bounty.

"V, WAIT!" you smacked his arm "i need that one!" You grabbed your handcuffs and when venom let him back on the ground, still holding him in place for you, you cuffed him.

"finally, do you have any idea how much trouble and time i went through to get your ass" you scolded at b/n. Venom looked at you in aw as you were traumatizing the piece of shit.

You looked around you, there were a lot of people. they weren't of any importance of you so you took the only one you got payed for outside. Venom behind you.

After you had brought in your bounty you got your check. venom soon took you with him to the top of some building, Letting Eddie take over. Both sitting o the edge.

"So.." He started.

"So?" you smirked, leaning back on the palms of your hands as you take in the view of San Francisco.

"Are you gonna go now?" Eddie continued softly.

"I'm not sure, i mean.. there's already another bounty for me somewhere else" You spoke as quietly as him.

"can't we come with you, y/n?" he looked at you, trying to win you over.

You took a deep breath, sitting upright "and then what? become partners in crime or something?" You laughed sadly.

"Eddie, i'm gonna need you to kiss her" Venom told him forcefully in his head.

Eddie chuckled "how about just partners?" this time looking in your eyes.

You blushed but you didn't dare to answer that.

He moved closer, cupping your cheek with one hand as the other was placed gently on your hand. When he leaned in you moved away a little just before his lips reached yours "Are you sure you want to be with me?"

"are you sure you want to be with me, you mean?" he joked. You nodded. You now leaned in and your lips met in a soft but all meaningful kiss.

Venom got jealous and got out "and me?".

"Yes and you Venom" You smiled and cradled his face, kissing his forehead lovingly.

#Venom x reader #Venom x you #venom #venom: let there be carnage #eddie brock x reader #Symbrock #veddie #Avengers x you #marvel fic

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munchymuchy · 5 months

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First Stinkface story-part 2

{This is part two of my first story, hope you enjoy it.}

Jason lay on his bed facing the ceiling "Did I really just do that? did I actually just do something like that???" Jason couldn't believe he had given in to his urges and it somehow worked out? Jason couldn't believe his dick was between the most famous cheeks in the world.

He started thinking to himself "Holy fuck... is he gonna tell anyone??" Jason sat up in a worry knowing that he could be most likely exposed. This worrying thinking was cut short when his phone got a notification. He quickly grabbed his phone and said he got a notification from Instagram..it was from Rikishi.

Jason gulped and opened it with the first message popping up saying:

Kish-Hey there bud! Had a great time yesterday, hope I didn't push you too hard lol.

Jason: Hi, look what happened yesterday was just a one time thing and was very professional on my part. Also i would like to keep this out the public eye. thanks

Jason put down his phone and shut his eyes thinking that was the end but that was a lie. His phone buzzed one time but he ignored it. It buzzed again and another time "God dammit what is it" Jason said getting annoyed by the notification. He picked up his phone and his eyes widened on what was on his screen.

Kish- Aw. Why so professional? Don't you miss this ass?

Right under that message were two pictures of him. One was him showing the side profile of his ass with clothes on, but that still made Jason's dick twitch a little. The other picture was Rikishi with no pants or underwear on but it still has a side profile. In the other picture, you could see those stretch marks and dimples that made you cum 4 times. Jason almost pulled his dick out but then a final message came up.

Kish- tell me doc? you do home calls?

Jason sat here staring at the message staring with his cock leaking precum and twitching. He typed yes but didn't send it at first out of hesitation until he remembered rikishi knows what he is. Jason sent the yes and rikishi sent his address.

[Time skip to when jason arrives at rikishi's house]

Jason stood at the door hearing what sounded like soft R&B music? Jason started to head back to his car thinking to himself "What am I doing? Am I crazy or something?" Just as he said that he heard the door click open behind him and a voice yelled out to him "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Jason turned around to see Riksihi in the doorway wearing nothing on besides a robe. Without thinking Jason turned around and went into the house. The home was dimly lit with candles and the R&B music being louder in Jason's ears.

Jason felt two big arms wrap around his waist and then Rikishi leaned in and whispered in his ear "You ready for me to back.this.ass.up....again?" rikishi said licking the man's ear lobe in the process. Jason nodded his head and then Rikishi let him and started to put a chair in front of Jason. "Sit." and with that command, Jason sat in the chair quickly. Rikishi smirked at how obedient the man was, he also notices that the man's dicks was almost bursting out the seams of his pants. "looks like you're pretty excited there, here lemme help" Rikishi pulled the zipper from Jason's pants, and pulled it down exposing his leaking dick. His dick even popped above his boxer giving a clear view of everything.

"Whew, would you look at that you really excited to see me? Hope you're because i gonna milk every last drop of that cock" As he said that he turns around drops the robe revealing his bare ass to Jason. Without warning Jason lunges forward and puts his face between the cheeks and licks his hole. Rikishi was surprised by the sudden ass eating he was receiving from Jason but he didn't complain, having something warm and slimy at his hole felt amazing. All the stimulations to his ass caused a couple small farts to slip out. Jason didn't care about the rotten smells coming from the big ass he was making out with, he loved the smell and taste. Rikishi moaned as the boy was still going to town on his ass but suddenly stopped because he felt a short sharp pain in his gut.

This big man reached from behind and pushed Jason's head away by a few centimeters "Ooh man, you really wasted no time there boy" Rikishi said chuckling and looking back at Jason whose mouth was covered in saliva and crack sweat. "Now let's get started with this" With that rikishi lowered his cheeks to wrap around the man's rock-hard cock. Jason moaned at the feeling of his big Samoan again on his dick. The cheeks were warm and the stickyness from his spit started to make his dick wet. Rikishi started to go down with his cheeks still around the dick almost like he was twerking. Wet slapping filled the room and Jason felt like he was getting close so he started grasping at his ass cheeks until Rikishi stopped and clenched on it causing the man to yelp out.

"Hope you're ready for this gas son, it's gonna be a long one," Rikishi said feeling the sharp pain in his gut again and then letting a sputtering fart out vibrating on Jason's dick. The smell instantly caused Jason to cum quickly in Rikishi's crack, causing the large man to chuckle "That was quick, Hope you don't expect to stop were just getting started" Rikishi said looking back at the man and resuming back to the up and down motion.

*A minute later*

More farts and wet sounds filled the house. Jason's felt his vision getting blurry and his legs getting weak. "Fuuccck how many times have I cum? A-am I still alive? What day is it?" Jason asked in his mind as a 400-pound ass kept his dick warm and wet. Not only was there a bunch of cum stuffed in the wrestler's crack but it also dripped on the floor. Jason started to feel his eyes getting heavy, like he was gonna pass out until something was shoved into his mouth. It tasted tangy and almost bitter and the rotten cheese smell almost made his eyes pop out of his head.

It was one of Rikishi's thongs! kish chuckled at the man's reaction when he shoved his dirty and partially shitty thong into his mouth "Don't need you passing out on me just yet, you gonna miss the best part." Jason looked at him confused "What do you mean by bes-" Rikishi got up but still was bent over showing all the jizz that was trapped between his ass. Jason had no idea he could produce that much cum THAT many times, the way the cum dripped on the floor from the man's ass caused Jason's dick to stand up. "Holy shit, you got more in ya? Haha welp don't worry ill let you go you're way...after this!" He spread his asscheeks wide so Jason could get a clear view of how much he came. Rikishi grunted and pushed a 5-second bubbly fart spraying jizz on the man in the chair. Jason quivered feeling his already raw dick cum one last time before completely passing out.

*An hour passes*

Jason groggily opened his eyes thinking everything was a dream but to his shock, he wasn't dreaming. He tried springing up but he couldn't something on his back wasn't letting him. It took him a second to realize it was a hefty arm. He starts to process where he is and what's going on. He was on top of a sleeping rikishi in the bed. All Jason just sat there wondering "Wow...maybe this could..this could be a great thing."

#stinkface #rikishi #asseater #male farts #gassy #wwe rikishi

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notyetneedcoffee · 1 year

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Kicking Up Dust - Part 10

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None really, Bucky figures out the dark secret of the property

A/N: Takes place after ‘Falcon and the Winter Soldier’ with one major exception - Steve Rogers is not dead. He stepped down. This is in line with my Crossroads story. There will also be a parallel Steve story coming.

A/N: If you wish to recieve direct notifications of new stories or updates, please go to NotYetNeedCoffee-Posting, follow and choose ‘get notifications’. Thanks!

Part 9 or Master List

PART 10

Something pulled you from the comfortable depths of warm slumber. Vaguely aware of the numbness in your hand, you rolled over to the expanse of empty mattress beside you. The sheets felt cold. You cracked your eyes open, taking the time to adjust to the darkness of night. Details of the room became evident, even with the lack of light. The pillow beside you was missing, as was the throw blanket that usually hung over the footboard of the bed.

Moving slowly, you rolled over to look around the room. You sucked in a breath and bit your lip.

Bucky sat on the floor in the corner wearing just his boxer briefs. The pillow lay abandoned near his outstretched right leg. His left knee was up, propping up his elbow. You could see the glint of his metal arm in the faint light. The fleece blanket was fisted in his right hand, but barely covered him. His head lolled to the right, wedged into the corner. A light snore escaped his chest.

He’d been holding you tightly against his chest when you fell asleep. Seeing him like this suddenly made the sparsely decorated apartment make more sense. Trying to be quiet, you straightened the covers and attempted to lay back down.

“You okay, Doll?” His voice was quiet and rough.

“I’m fine.” You sat up and smoothed out the covers. “Are you?”

He hummed and shifted a little.

“Can’t be comfortable down there.” You commented.

“You want me to hold you some more?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Or I can go back to the other room.”

A number of responses came to mind, instead you asked, “Is the bed too soft?”

“Sometimes,” he sighed. After a long silence, Bucky continued in barely more than a whisper. “If I sleep too deeply, I can’t get out of the nightmares. It’s just easier to doze, to stay alert.”

Part of you wondered if strong-arming the boys yesterday brought back darker memories.

You crawled out of bed and straddled his lap before running your fingers through his hair and touching his face. The lines of tension began to release under your ministrations until his arms pulled you closer. Bucky buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“Would you rather be in the armchair in the sitting room?” You whispered as you nuzzled into his hair.

“No.” His arms tightened. “I would rather be here while you sleep.”

“Watching over me,” you tease.

“So when I wake up, I can see you.” Bucky’s voice thickened. “So I know you weren’t a dream.”

Your instincts nearly had a sarcastic reply pop out of your mouth to cover your heartache at his uncomfortably raw confession. You took a deep breath and pressed your lips into his hair. “You rest wherever, however, you want.”

The rough stubble of Bucky’s jaw rubbed against your shoulder as he inhaled the scent of your skin. His fingertip massaged your lower back. He sighed heavily before lightly patting your butt. “Back to bed. You need more sleep.”

Doing as you were told, you got up and settled under the covers. In the silence you heard him shift a little. You whispered, “Buck?”

“Yeah, doll.”

“I’m really happy you’re here.”

Silence stretched until you started to drift off again. Still, you heard him reply. “I’m happy being here.”

You found Bucky in the kitchen, leaning in the open back door. He held a steaming cup of coffee in his right hand as he stared at the property beyond the barn. The sun still crawled its way out of early dawn, leaving the wild grown landscape in the morning haze. He looked better this morning.

“Something interesting?” You came close and wrapped your arms around his waist when he extended an arm.

“Maybe.” He angled his chin toward the back of the property. “The woods get pretty thick just beyond the barn, lots of fir and hemlock. Hard to see in that kind of terrain. But there’s a stand of chestnut right there. It’s hard to tell for sure from here, but it looks like a few of those branches may have been cleared out. Could be a good spot to keep a look out on the house and the drive.”

“Maybe.” You frowned. “You ready to explore the barn and the outbuildings?”

“Sure.” Bucky pressed his lips to your forehead. “Grab a coat.”

As you zipped up, Bucky fastened shoulder and thigh holsters holding various knives and weapons. You knew you shouldn’t be surprised that he came to the house armed, but seeing him gear up made your stomach clench. “You expecting a battle?”

“Not really.” Bucky shrugged. “Got all kinds of useful stuff on here. Mag light, lock picks, climbing cable, so it’s habit to wear it all. Don’t worry. No matter what, I’ll keep you safe.”

“I know.” You believed him.

The two of you spent most of the night before pouring over documents that showed a great deal of criminal activity on or connected to the property. The only time it was quiet seemed to be the period when Becca and her husband lived in the house. FRIDAY even uncovered chatter that seemed to indicate the property was still used as some sort of exchange location until recent years. Your imagination ran wide with images of buried bodies and criminal caches rigged with explosives.

You both decided to explore the barn more thoroughly first. The building was enormous. It looked as if it started as a strictly wood barn in the early part of the century, but at some point, it was expanded and updated.

Inside, Bucky switched on the industrial lights. Behind a convenient parking area, which was now full of furniture frames and Bucky’s motorcycle, were rows and rows of shelves. “Have you been through these?”

You pointed at different areas. “A little. Planting pots of various sizes are there. Stakes, netting, plant cages and the like are down there. All that over there is peat, soil, gravel, and stuff. There was some pretty sketchy fertilizers and chemicals in that area. I paid a crew to come take that stuff away before it leaked everywhere just a couple days before you came up.”

“So, nothing unusual.”

“Nothing.” You led him through the rows of ceramic and terracotta pots. “There’s a workshop and an office back here.”

Bucky moved around the workshop. He picked up old hand tools, examined them, and put them down again. He ran his finger over some greasy areas on the workbench, bringing his fingertips to his nose. You watched him take everything in, knowing he was seeing things you could not.

“How do we get up there?” He pointed to a high loft area over your heads. It was dark.

“There’s stairs by the office entrance.”

He led the way, looking for a light switch. He pulled out his flashlight and carefully walked up the long, narrow stairs. At the top he spotted a switch. It turned on one solitary bulb which popped out as soon as it lit.

“Stay right here.” Bucky instructed.

He moved around. In the cone of light, you spotted an old tied rag rug and a battered lounge chair. The frame of a metal bed sat without a mattress. Bucky moved to the wall and you heard creaking hinges. Big wooden shutters the size of doors swung open, flooding the room with light.

“Now there’s a view.” Bucky commented. You stepped up beside him and realized you could see straight down the driveway, all the way to the street. “It would be easy set up a riffle here. Looks like this board in the shutter comes out too. Good lookout spot.”

You took in the sparse items in the loft. “You think someone lived up here.”

“Probably not lived, but stayed. Yeah. There’s gun oil on the workbench downstairs. It’s not fresh, but it’s far more recent than the rest of stuff on that workbench.”

“Someone was here.”

“Looks that way.” He pulled the shutters closed and took your hand in the dark. “Come on, let’s keep looking.”

Bucky’s suspicions were confirmed again when he inspected the tractor. A few replacement parts were worn, but were definitely from the last twenty-five years. Still, nothing indicated who was on the property or why.

The rest of the barn was dead plants and parts for around the nursery.

“Should we walk out to greenhouse?” You asked. “The realtor told me it’s overgrown. There’s some storage tanks and small sheds out there too.”

“Yeah, come on.”

The greenhouse was a complete mess compared to the rest of property. A tree had fallen into one corner, breaking the glass and damaging the building’s frame. The interior was full of overgrown weeds. Areas of old-colored dirt made you wonder if they were once burn pits. Huge round metal tubs sat piled beside the greenhouse.

“You think Sarah sold pond plants?” You tapped the edge of one with the toe of your boot.

Bucky frowned. He pulled one of the tubs away and flipped it over. The underside was dark in the middle. He looked around, eyes hardening even more. He dug his fingering into the soil, digging down several inches to examine the dirt carefully.

“What is it?”

Bucky stood and began marching back to the barn.

“What?” You jogged to keep up with him. “What is it?”

“In a minute.” Bucky grumbled. He went straight to the rows with stacked bags and barrels. He stopped beside a barrel and shook it. It was nearly empty. “Was lime some of the stuff you had them haul away?”

“Yes.”

“Son of bitch.”

“Bucky,” You finally grabbed him by the arm to stop him. “What the hell is going on?”

He closed his eyes and gave a frustrated sigh. “Doll, I don’t want to say before I’m absolutely sure. Okay? I need to call in one more favor. It shouldn’t take too long. Please.”

You could see something had him bothered, so you silently agreed by dropping your hand. He continued his quick march to the house. The moment he was inside, he pulled out his phone and turned on the computer.

In the quiet of the kitchen you heard the boisterous voice of the man on the other side of the line. “Hey man!”

“That scan you did in Paraguay. How do I get that done?” The other man’s voice dropped and Bucky stepped away from you so you couldn’t hear the answer. You were limited to hearing only what Bucky said. “Naw, it’s personal.” Pause. “Might be the same thing, don’t know.” Pause. “About ten acres around my current location.” His brow rose. “That quickly?” Pause. “Yeah, lucky. To my personal drive is fine.” He rolled his eyes, but then the corner of his lip quirked up. “I’ll bring it to you. Sarah invited me down anyway.”

You heard the other man, then. “Told you to stay away from my sister!”

Bucky hung up. He caught you staring and he chuckled. “First time I met Sam’s sister, he made I point that I was NOT to flirt with her, so...”

“You always flirt with her.” You grinned.

He shrugged. “She’s up for anything that bugs her brother.” Sitting down at the computer, he began the process of logging into his secured server. “He’s getting some information for me. It should come through in an hour or so.”

You waited impatiently by cleaning counters that were already clean and drinking coffee that you didn’t really need. Something clicked in Bucky’s mind out there, and it was disturbing enough that he didn’t want to talk about it yet. It had your guts tied in knots.

Finally, he began typing away on the computer again. Bucky sat back in the chair, running his hands through his hair. “Fuck.”

“What? Dammit, Bucky, what the hell is it?”

He held out his hand. You came over and he settled you on his thigh, holding you close with his right arm as he pointed at the screen with his left. “This is your property. All those dark spots are areas where there’s been disruptions in the soil.”

“Okay, well it was a nursery. They planted and dug up trees all the time.”

“That explains all these little dots between the barn and greenhouse. But look at these larger spaces, deeper in the wooded area.” Bucky was speaking softly, carefully.

There were dozens of the marks on the scan. “Okay. What does it mean?”

“That barrel in barn.” Bucky sighed. “It was soda ash. Do you know what you get when you mix that with lime?” You shook your head. “Lye, Doll. You get lye.” You had a sinking feeling but he continued. “Those metal troughs had scorch marks on the bottom. The ground around there was totally dead, nothing growing, no bugs. Doll, if you’ve got the time and no one around to complain about the smell, dissolving a body in lye is one of the most effective ways to dispose of all evidence.”

“There were bodies here?” You asked in a small voice.

He pulled your legs over his fully, holding you close. “Yeah, but not anymore. Listen, I think we should call Steve and get some legal insight on all this. The last thing I want is for this do damage the work you’re doing here. I have a pretty good idea what happened, but it’s all circumstantial.”

“Okay. We call in help.”

Several hours later, a helicopter landed behind the house. Bucky opened the back door and jogged over to meet Steve. You waited at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of tea. The two men came in as you stood. Steve greeted you warmly before sitting down.

“This place is beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You held up a mug. “Do you want some tea? Beer maybe?”

“No, thank you.” Steve sighed. “Let’s get this over with, so we can move on to better things.”

“I thought there was going to be some sort of legal representation here.” You commented.

Bucky half laughed. “Sort of.”

Steve pulled out his phone, flicking it toward the center of the table. A projection of the property and several legal documents appeared in the air. “Captain,” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice came from his phone. “Would you like to proceed with your official meeting?”

“Yes, please.” He smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Everything we discuss will be reviewed for liability and appropriate courses of action. If we need to call in someone after the fact, we can.”

“Okay.” Bucky folded his fingers together and leaned forward on the table. “We were both curious why no one vandalized or broke into the property since it sat empty for 23 years. After a, uh, discussion with a local resident, we learned of alleged events of shooting when people trespassed on the property. Historical clues led us to believe that the original owners, the Lewis family, were involved in organized crime. It’s possible that the mobsters who attacked Becca and Archie back in the day were doing so as a threat to Archie's family.”

He covered your hand with his, which earned a smile from Steve. Bucky ignored him and continued with his narrative. He described the loft in the barn, the evidence of use in the last 20 years, and his conclusions about potential bodies.

"I believe members of my late brother-in-law’s family either buried, or allow others to bury, murder victims on the property. When Archie died and the property was left to the trustee, they knew the place would have to be sold and would likely be split up and developed. So, someone came in and eliminated as many of the bodies as they could find before the trustee released it for sale.”

Steve chewed his lip. “Messy business.” Bucky nodded, but Steve looked to you. “How are you holding up?”

“Glad Bucky is here.” You gave a half smile. “It’s unreal to think about, but it did happen a long time ago. I’m not really sure how I feel about it.”

“What do you think, F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” Steve asked.

“As there are currently 38 unsolved homicide and/or missing person cold cases in relation to the known associates of the individuals identified with Sergeant Barnes’ previous inquiry on the property, it is recommended that the information be reported to the FBI. Soil samples of the suspected lye-contaminated group should be analyzed. More thorough studies of the property should be done to determine whether or not there are any victims buried. I do not believe any further construction should take place on the property until it is cleared by officials. Unfortunately, Captain, the Federal and State officials do not have the resources of our organization. Therefore, the progress on the project may be delayed for a great deal of time.”

Bucky squeezed your hand. It wouldn’t financially break you, but not being able to convert this property would definitely make things more difficult.

“Is there anything that would prevent our organization assisting the official investigation?” Steve asked.

“Only the investigating body does not want our participation.”

“Okay, then.” Steve picked up his phone. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., please draft a report on the situation and a letter from me as the grant manager requesting a meeting with whatever investigative officers may be working on related cases. Offer our resources and assistance because we would like this wrapped up as quickly as possible. There are families in need that are waiting for their new home.”

“Yes, sir.”

Steve put his phone back in his pocket. “Okay. That part is done for now. Who’s going to give me a tour?”

A few days later, you stood on the front porch taping boxes closed when the Sherriff’s car pulled down the driveway. Whittaker parked beside your truck and walked toward you with his hands resting on his belt. His scowl melted to something closer to shock as Bucky carried a large vintage pot-bellied cast iron stove around the corner.

Bucky set the five-hundred-pound stove down and brushed off his hands. “What do you need?”

“Ah,” Whittaker stumbled. “I got a call from the feds.”

“And.” Bucky still didn’t look the other man in face. Instead, he focused on polishing the grime from his left hand with the hem of his shirt.

“I’ve been informed they’ll be working out here for a bit, and that I’m to give them anything they ask for.” He found a little of his courage. “Any idea what that’s about?”

“Yeah. I know.” Bucky crossed his arms and finally looked up at Whittaker.

“Well?”

“If you haven’t been read in by your people, I’m going to tell you.”

“Now, listen here, in my town . . .”

“Give it up, Sherriff.” You said, sitting down on the porch step. He glared at you. “He won’t say anything. But like you said, it is your town. I’m sure you’ll be briefed when Agent Esquivel gets here.”

His mouth opened and closed twice before he spat, “What do you have to do with…” But he stopped when Bucky stepped into his line of sight. “Fine.” He bit out. “This place has always been trouble anyway.”

The Sherriff got back in his car and kicked up gravel as he left.

“Asshole.”

“Agreed.” Bucky settled down on the step beside you. “I can’t believe we’re almost done.”

You laughed. “You’re almost done. I still have a lot to do, even if some of it may have to be put on hold.”

A shipping company was coming by later in the day. They were taking all of the auction items to your contact and they were taking the items Bucky wanted to keep to his apartment. You decided to leave all the items for donation in the house until you were ready for construction. You would auction off the gardening equipment and barn items for pick up at the property after the investigation.

Bucky took your hand in his. He was quiet, contemplative.

You understood. Leaving this place, going your separate ways, wasn’t something you were ready to face yet either.

Another car on the drive broke the silence. The woman got out of her car and pulled out a food carrier. It was the same one who delivered last time. This time, though, a bright smile crossed her face. “I didn’t get the chance to say thank you.”

“Huh?” You stood, taking the food from her.

“That tip, at the diner.” She shrugged. “I’ve never gotten anything like that before. Thank you.”

Bucky stood up, smiling. “You looked like you were having a rough day. I’m Bucky, by the way.”

He extended a hand and she shook it. “Kim.”

You introduced yourself, too.

Bucky’s sharp eyes seemed to be taking in her car and the items in the back seat. “You live around here, Kim?”

“All my life.” She suddenly looked uncomfortable.

“But specifically?” He asked quietly.

“I’m in between places right now.” She said quietly. “Broke up with Jimmy.”

“Jimmy Whittaker?” That made sense.

She nodded.

An idea popped in your head. “I might have an opportunity for you.” She gave you a curious look. “How would you like to be paid to live in this house?”

“What?” Kim laughed.

“Starting tomorrow there won’t be anyone staying here, but there’s going to be a lot of people coming and going. Federal agents will be doing studies around the grounds, and I would feel better if there was someone in the house who reports to me. You wouldn’t have to do anything but keep the place neat and contact me if anything weird happens. I’ll call you every now and again to get an update on what’s going on. Jimmy won’t bother you because the place will be crawling with cops.” You shrugged. “And if it works out, I may keep you on to help me out when construction starts. It’s going to take at least two years to remodel the house and the barn into apartments.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah. I still need some information from you. It would be a real job after all.”

“Really?”

“Really. With not having to pay rent, and getting a modest wage, you can probably give up one of your many jobs.” You grinned. “If I take you on as a project assistant once construction starts – that would be a full-time job.”

“Okay.”

You pulled out your phone and grabbed the pdf you used to hire contract workers. You quickly dropped in ‘property caretaker’ in the title, jotted down what you thought was a fair salary, and emailed it to her. “Fill that out and get it back to me. I’m leaving tomorrow night. So we’ll have to meet up so I can walk you through the property and give you copies of the keys.”

“I can’t believe this.” Kim looked up at the house. “Will I be okay out here all by myself?”

“Sure.” Bucky grinned. “And if anybody asks, you can tell them that I’m still around. Do you have a place to go for tonight?”

“I’m sleeping on my friend’s sofa. I’ll be fine for one more night.” She smiled. “I just can’t, wow, just thank you.”

“Your welcome, but really, we’re helping each other out in this situation. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

She got in her car and left with a huge smile. You felt Bucky’s lips on you temple.

“That was really nice of you.”

“I may regret it, but I don’t think I will.”

“Come on,” Bucky took your hand. “Let’s get cleaned up and eat.”

It was such a simple thing. Watching Bucky move about the kitchen, pulling out plates and opening two bottles of beer, as you sat at the table made you feel so content. Knowing that tomorrow you would be going back to your house in upstate New York and he would be heading back to Brooklyn felt far too soon.

“Bucky.” He stopped, seeing the look on your face. Immediately, he moved to sit beside you. His hand cupped your cheek. You whispered. “Thank you.”

“For what, Doll?”

“All of it. Helping me. Letting me in. Protecting me.” A wicked grin lit your face. “Making me scream in the best way.”

He chuckled. “Nope.” Bucky pulled you over, onto his lap, and buried his face in your neck. “I’m the one who should be thanking you.” His arms tightened around you. “So, uh, I don’t know how these things, um,” he stumbled and hid his face in your hair. “Ain’t ready to end this.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, a smile blooming on your face. “Me neither.”

When you opened Bucky’s front door, Steve’s mouth fell open and his back straightened. You smiled. “Hey, Steve. Right on time. Come on in.”

Bucky’s voice called out from the bedroom. “Hey, pal! Be there in a second.”

You watched Steve as he slowly entered the once barren apartment. He took in the mid-century sofa, that somehow got along with the antique bench that now served as television stand. A cabinet held a record player and a collection of LPs. A row bookshelves took up one wall, filled with novels and journals and picture frames.

“Wow.” Steve leaned closer to the pictures. His hand covered his heart. “Oh my god, we were so young.”

“Crazy, isn’t it?” Bucky chuckled.

Steve got another shock when he saw Bucky nuzzling a pure white cat. “The fact that we were young, or all of this.” He motioned to the room.

“Yes.” Buck smiled and shrugged. “You were right. I found a chair to put in the apartment.”

“And a table, and bookcases, and a record player.” You added.

“And a girlfriend and a cat.” Bucky laughed.

“Hey,” You offered Steve an open beer. “I found the cat.”

“But I brought you home.” Bucky nuzzled her again. “Didn’t I, Alpine?”

Steve laughed. “I don’t know what to say. Wow. Amazing.” He leaned closer to you. “Told you he was a good guy.”

“The best.”

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