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azulock · 5 months

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Shidou, oliver, nagi and sendo when they wake up ( in the middle of the night ) to find s/o quietly weeping?

I love hurt/comfort, sooooo- maybe s/o is crying cuz of insecurities?

Love ur works❤️💋

- 👻anon

Ask got lost cause I'm a mess but I had copied it to work on another file so it's fine. Anyway ghostie, made a slight change to this one cause I'm a hot girl with nightmare problems, like night terrors actually, and the realistic kind of nightmare, it legit has me waking crying and sitting up, very angst. Funny to say that tho cause the days I was writing this I was having nightmares, the universe has a sense of irony.

gn!reader. Oliver (488 words), Sendo (499 words), Shidou (435 words), Nagi (600 words). mentions of nightmares, but no warnings, only fluff

oliver aiku

It was still pitch black in the room when Oliver woke up to the feeling of something pushing against his body. he didn't need to try and focus his eyes to know it was you - he knew well enough that he kept you in a constrictor like embrace while he slept. though, he did squeeze his eyes in a urgent attempt to get used to the darkness the moment he heard your pained hiccups and choked breath.

Gently, he rubs a large hand over your back and shoulder, gruff voice asking you what's wrong. you hesitate to answer, but stop pushing against him and he takes it as a chance to bring you closer in, burying his face in your hair. when you don't respond, only continue crying against his bare chest Oliver already knows the answer - truth is he knew even before he asked.

He'd already seen you have nightmares, already been woken up by the trashing and incoherent, panicked sleep talking. he just never saw you wake up like this, crying, sweating and choking on your own breath. Oliver takes a moment to fully will his body to wake up, softly caressing your head and back while he does. when the gentle touch doesn't work to stop your crying he pulls you onto his lap, pushing away the covers before getting up with you in his arms.

Even in your confused state you are fast to ask him where he is going, arms weakly surrounding his broad shoulders. when he answers, you furrow your brows and stare at him. "a shower?" you mutter back. "yeah, you know I like showering with you," he answers with a yawn, you knew it was true, and not even in a sexual way, for Oliver it was like a bonding activity. "but it's the middle of the night," you protest and he shrugs. "doesn't matter, we gotta wash away those nightmares, love."

The minute the warm water hits his hand he is brought back to a time when he was a child and his mother used the same thing for him, running a shower to wash away whatever plagued his small mind. to this day, the water still felt grounding to him. it took a bit of coaxing but Oliver managed to get you under the shower with him, the warm stream luring you into it's soothing touch. you let him wash your skin and listen to him babble about nothing at all. soon enough you are talking too, and even laughing at his bad singing as he pulls you into dancing with him, head laying on his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat.

"ah, I think we should leave now before my hands turn fully into raisins," you yawn against his chest. "eh, I wouldn't mind that. did the shower help?" he asks, stiffling a yawn of his own. "yeah, you did too. thank you, Oli."

sendo shuto

Waking up in the middle of the night had never been uncommon for Sendo, he was a light sleeper, and he woke often enough that he'd learned to just will himself back to sleep. but this time he couldn't do it, not when he noticed the sound was coming from his own bed. when the quiet whimpering hit his ears again he almost panicked, sitting up and reaching out to you, only to find you quietly crying, face buried in your pillow.

The moment his hand touches your shoulder you startle, apologizing between small sobs for waking him up, tears pooling in your eyes. at the sight, Sendo almost tears up himself, throwing out his own apologies for not waking up before. he holds you close, face resting in your shoulder as he gently asks you what's wrong, hands caressing your skin as he does so. You pause, hiccuping a bit before whispering to him about your nightmare with only a vague description.

He feels his heart sink, hugging you tight as he tries to sush your cries and clean away your tears. though, when he notices it isn't working, he almost panics again, before calming himself down so he can help. you cry into his chest, tears staining his shirt, and he decides staying in bed just won't do you no good. with gentle words and soft touches, Sendo urges you to get up and out of bed with him, hand never leaving yours as he guides you out of the bedroom.

You protest, insisting that he needs the rest, but he responds that he could never rest knowing you were suffering. he leads you both to the kitchen, soft smile never faltering as he offers to make you tea. when you don't reject it, he feels a little better, putting the kettle on the fire as he tries to make a conversation to distract you. soon enough you hear the familiar whistle, and Sendo gets busy with making you both tea.

Giving you both mugs to hold, he moves to pick up whatever sweet snack you got in the fridge and a mantle he kept on the arm of the couch. with everything in hand, Sendo takes you to the balcony of your apartment, sitting down side by side with the mantle over your legs to keep you both warm. You talk and drink the tea, watching the stars scattered on dark sky above the city. it's peaceful, and although it takes a little, that peace starts to seep to you, your tears drying and the smile returning to your face.

It doesn't take long for your head to be dropping on his shoulder, heavy eyes unfocused as you cling to his arm. "thank you, Shuto, it feels safe with you," it's only a whisper, but it's the loudest thing for him at the moment. "you don't need to thank me, love, I'm always here for this," he replies, even though he doesn't think you can hear.

ryusei shidou

Shidou was always something of a deep sleeper, few are the things that can disturb his slumber before it's time for his alarm to ring - an they usually piss him off. not you, though. the minute he realizes what woke him was your crying form, trembling and gasping by his side in the bed, he is fully alert. few are the things that terrify him, but seeing you like that is one of them.

At first, it's confusing, but it's only half a moment before Shidou has his arms wrapped around you tight. it ceases your trembling, and after a couple seconds your breathing is even again, but tears still fall from your eyes. he asks what is the matter, question whispered in your ear as gently as he manages. you respond with a simple "nightmare" voice quiet and shaky. Shidou had heard you mention them before, he just never imagined it was like that.

Whatever, his surprise doesn't matter now, he needs a solution, something to chase whichever nightmare you had away. he thinks for a minute before his mind slips back to the thing you did the first time you came to his house. something you do together almost once a month. it can't be a bad idea - even if the idea is watch old B horror movies.

And when Shidou offers you don't disagree - though, you did spend a second in thought, one that had him surprisingly tense. so he carries you to the couch, covers and all, before throwing some popcorn in the microwave and setting off to pick up the most ridiculous movie he can thing of - Killer Klowns from Outer Space. it's weird, it's trashy, and it's the thing you two watched at a midnight screening on your first date.

With remote control and popcorn in hand he settles with you under the covers, his eyes spending more time on you than on the screen. where you start the movie still tense and misty eyed, you end it yawning between laughs. and it's like a weight was lifted from his shoulders - Shidou knows he is not the best at delicate situations, but at least this time his methods worked. so when you suggest going back to bed, he feels like he can sleep soundly again.

"ain't you afraid of dreaming with killer clowns, tho?" he remarks with a laugh, muffled by how his face rests against your neck. "nah, killer clowns are easy stuff," you chuckle and shake your head. "besides, even if I do, I know I got you there to protect me."

nagi seishiro

For Nagi, waking up in the middle of the night was rare - it was rarer yet for him to not just immediately close his eyes and fall straight into deep sleep again. though, it was a bit hard to do that when he felt something shaking and hiccuping beside him on the bed. he was about to call it a hassle and try to sleep again when his brain finally snapped and made the connection, noticing the absence of your body wrapped around his own. the shaking and hiccuping were you - fuck, you were crying.

Slowly and carefully he turned around, at a loss of what to do when he saw your trembling form under the covers - but he knew he had to do something. with light hands Nagi pulls the covers just enough so he can see your face, his eyes being met with your red and teary ones. you both freeze for a moment before you bury your face back in the pillow, muttering an apology for waking him up, words almost unintelligible between your hiccups - shit, now he feels terrible.

Still at a bit of a loss, Nagi shakes his head, refusing your apology and trying to ask you what happened as he pulls you to him, your back against his chest. your answer is a small whisper and he only barely understands it, but he is left to wonder how terrible a nightmare gotta be to leave you like this. when you keep crying even as he tries to sooth you, Nagi notices there is no way you can go back to sleep like this, so he sits up in bed and pulls you into his lap, kissing the top of your head.

There is not much he thinks he can do, he has never been the best at dealing with peoples emotions. so Nagi does what he'd do for himself and offers to find something to distract you. he snuggles you comfortably between his legs, head resting on your shoulder as you hug a pillow. at first he tries putting some show or cartoon for you to watch on his phone, but that doesn't prove to be enough to stifle your cries and he finds himself back to the drawing board, and having to think of something else.

It takes a minute of Nagi just silently caressing your head before he thinks of something. muttering against your ear, he asks if you'd rather play something with him. when you nod stretches one arm to reach for the nightstand, opening a drawer and pulling out your switch. he finds something cozy but still engaging enough to keep you entertained, and you settle on letting him hit the buttons while you just make the decisions. Nagi can't be sure how much time passes with you nestled between his arms and legs as he holds the console, but his plan works, and the game distracts you. the tears start drying on your cheeks and your breath evens out slowly, and sure as daybreak, a smile lights you face again.

"sei, thank you for doing this for me," you mutter, words cut by a long yawn. "huh? it's not like you got to thank me, tho, I don't mind it. so, what you want me to do no-" Nagi's answer is cut short just as he looks from the console back to you, finding your eyes closed as you'd fallen asleep in his arms. that night, he stays like that, being thankful he can sleep in any position, just so he can keep you safe.

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preeningpisces · 1 month

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Geto NSFW Headcanons

Im gonna try not to be biased because this is my main bitch right here 🖤

Lemme know if you want me to elaborate or write about any of these headcanons

(literally any ask about Geto will make me do somersaults—backflips, even)

18+ content below the cut, mdni, implied chubby f!reader

Pre-Incident

꩜ Geto is interesting because before he snaps and after he snaps feel like two different vibes in regards to sex

꩜ Doting, almost like a service-dom. He likes taking care of you, but he also prefers to have control. Though not so controlling that he can’t ever be submissive

꩜ Major smooth-talker, like Gojo said, he has a silver tongue. Likes a mixture of praise and degradation. The degradation is usually teasing, and doesn’t extend past the usual slut, whore, etc. range…usually

꩜ Sometimes it comes out corny tho lmfao pls roast him when it does

꩜ Good at making you feel sexy. The type that will kiss you all over, giving extra affection to areas you aren’t as fond of. It’s difficult at first, but with time you become more comfortable

꩜ Very sensual, and intimate. He has good self-control, & is very patient so he can draw things out & drive you crazy. Like he can spend all-too-long just toying with your mouth, denying you the kiss you so desperately want. Barely brushing your lips and teeth with his thumb, before pinching your tongue between fingers. Wowee

꩜ Refuses to kiss you after absorbing curses. Even though no one else can taste them, the thought of tasting like that is enough for for him to refuse; he doesn’t want you to go through it too. Also, tasting shit-vomit in your mouth doesn’t exactly get the schlong schlinging, yknow

꩜ I suspect absorbing curses gives him an immediate surge of negative emotions, so he usually needs space. Sometimes he just wants to hold you, or be held, in silence

꩜ Can be surprisingly playful in bed

꩜ Really likes fucking you from below. Smooshing your soft breasts and stomach against him, and feeling your weight on top of him. Holding you still so he can rail you while whispering sappy, dirty shit in your ear. I’m passing out someone help

꩜ I’ve been poisoned by the perv!geto fics on here, and can’t see him as not being a secret pervert. Just slightly. It takes a while for him to reveal that side to you, since he tries to appear refined and respectable

꩜ Definitely the type that likes music in the background; I see him as someone who cares about music a lot in general. You know he likes you if he’s sharing song recs

꩜ Lots of playlists, and even has a few sex playlists with different moods. Usually prefers things that are chill, but has a few harder-hitting songs—this is why he needs the playlists, lol. He doesn’t like when the vibe changes too much

꩜ One time you sneak Cbat onto his playlist & make him laugh so much he loses his boner. At that point did you really win? Hmm?

꩜ Tbh he’s got game & is aware of it. You gotta humble him occasionally or else he becomes insufferable

Post-Incident

꩜ This Geto is a lot more self-centered, aggressive, and sadistic in bed. I wouldn’t say he’s a tyrant tho

꩜ Will legit punish you when you disobey, no funishments here. Big into humiliation

꩜ My heart is telling me shibari, especially the kind that can be hidden beneath clothes. Particular about the color, and will pick ones that flatter your skin tone. Obsessed with the way the ropes pinch and dig into your soft body. He’ll bite and squeeze the parts that spill over the ropes

꩜ One punishment would be walking around secretly tied up, but the style where one of the ropes rubs against your pussy as you walk. It sounds nice at first, but that bitch is gonna chafe for sure

꩜ He’s more selfish than before, yes, but he still maintains a proclivity for doting—we all see how he spoils his daughters! It’s like, he gets his turn first, and when it’s your turn, it's your turn. Multiple orgasm king. He’ll do it until you’re sobbing tho, so pray for your pussy

꩜ Loves making you choke on his cock—gets kind of intense with the bjs. Mfer needs to chill (and buy you some throat lozenges)

꩜ Doggystyle is his favorite without a doubt, he just wants to pin your face to the bed and watch your ass bounce

꩜ A lot of the previous stuff is still applicable to some degree, but I think he has a lot less patience at this point, and is waaaay more into degradation & domination

꩜ He gets legitimately mean sometimes lmfao it’s like you gotta have 2 safewords: one for physical intensity level, and the other for bullying level 😭

꩜ Would he sleep with a non-sorcerer? Honestly, I can’t decide. If he did tho, he would be SO FUCKING MEAN I don’t even want to think about it !!!

꩜ Does he use monkey in bed unironically?? Chat pls advise

#geto smut #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x chubby reader #jjk smut #chubby reader #divider by benkeibear #god i wrote so much for him #the favoritism is wild #dreams of geto ☁︎#headcanons ☽#geto headcanons #dreams ☽#wet dreams ☽

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endlessthxxghts · 6 months

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no outbreak!neighbor!Joel Miller x afab!reader || W/C: ≈4.4k

Summary: Your house is finally empty for the first time in a long time, so you decide to get back in the groove of your witchy practices. Joel stumbles in during your meditation session, and he's intrigued to know more.

Warnings: Religious (Christianity/Catholicism) undertones/religious trauma - brief mention, but does affect reader. Talk of crystals, talk of Tarot cards. Mental health talk, my babies: depression mentions, allusions to wanting to give up in life. EXPLICIT/MATURE CONTENT, 18+ MDNI. Dom/sub dynamics - talks of being collared...getting collared (stfu I’m sobbing)🥲!! These knuckleheads are legit IN LOVE. Age gap. Established relationship. P in V sex. Use of daddy. Allusions to other sexual activity. Please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: I'm gonna preface this with the fact that this is entirely something I wrote because I was needing comfort. I do witchcraft. I love crystals, I do tarot readings, and all that jazz. Within the last year, I haven’t done much because I’ve been in a living situation in which I have to hide who I truly am. A few nights ago, I got to spend a few hours with someone who partakes in these practices, and I’ve never felt more alive in those two hours than I have in the last year. And I’ve been craving to feel that way again, but again, my living situation prevents me to do so. So, here I am, healing a part of myself through my writing. Even if you guys are unfamiliar in the whole aspect of witchcraft, I hope you guys can enjoy this from the aspect of finding a person who finally accepts you for all that you are. If this isn’t your cup of tea, no hate! Please just scroll away. All my love. Xoxo💚

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Part of What You Need universe! CAN BE READ AS STAND-ALONE!

You told Joel a few hours ago that when he got off work to just let himself inside because you weren’t sure if you’d be having a nap or not. He knew the garage code and knew where the spare key was, anyway.

So when he was greeted to an empty home at the end of his work day, he didn’t think anything of it. That is, until he entered your room and saw you, legs criss-crossed in the center of your bed, eyes closed, with rocks and playing cards scattered all around your bed, enveloping you in a makeshift circle.

“Uh, baby?” immediately leaves his mouth as he stares, absolutely confused at the situation before him.

Your eyes shoot open, not expecting to be in the presence of another human being right now, and a little squeak escapes you. “Oh! Baby! Almost gave me a heart attack,” you say with a light giggle.

“What are you-” he gestures towards your bed as he walks closer to you, leaning over your bed to give you a chaste kiss, “-up to, darlin’?”

You’re absolutely radiating sunshine right now, and even though his confusion is still getting the best of him, he can’t help but feel giddy in your presence. “Oh, well,” you smile up at him, a hint of shyness in your voice, “I thought I’d take advantage of my family being out on their little vacation, so I wanted to take some time to meditate.”

“Oh, okay,” he offers you a smile back, one like he understands exactly what you’re talking about even though the sentiment doesn’t reach his eyes. Usually you’d be shying away and scrambling to put your stuff away. But this is Joel you’re talking about here, and he just looks utterly confused.

You raise your eyebrows slightly, prompting him to ask his question you know he’s dying to ask.

“And this meditatin’,” he says a little hesitantly, “you do it with, um.. with rocks?”

Your hand flies to your mouth, a slapping sound echoing in the room, in an attempt to stifle your disbelief at his words. “Rocks?” you say perplexed.

His cheeks heat up at your passionate reaction. “I-”

You scooch your bum over, gather everything on your bed and make some room over for Joel. You pat the space next to you, signaling for him to come over. He sits next to you, tucking one leg under him as the other hangs off the bed.

You take his hand and hold it palm up, sliding one of the clusters in his palm. “These, my honey, are crystals,” you pause to think for a second. “Well, okay, yes, they’re rocks, BUT-”

His cheekbones raise in amusement. You’re caressing the crystal in his palm, eyes fixated on it as you speak. You think he’s looking at the crystal, but really he’s watching and loving just how passionate you are about this.

You continue on for a good fifteen minutes or so about what crystals are, what meanings they have, and you also mention what powerful properties they carry—whatever that means, he thinks to himself. In all his years of life, he has never heard of anything like this, nor would he ever get into something like this.

“So, this ro-” you physically cringe at the word. He corrects himself. “This crystal,” he says, “it makes you sleepy?”

He’s trying. And it makes you want to swallow him whole and never let him go. You think for a second, pondering the implications behind the crystals properties of the Amethyst crystal sitting in his palm. Inner peace. Rest. Relaxation. You smile to yourself at how Joel processes the information. Looking up into his eyes for the first time since your little tangent, “Yeah, baby, you’re getting it,” you say with a gentleness in your voice, the brightest of smiles on your face.

Since he’s been with you, he has never seen you interact with any of this stuff before. It must be something you do on the down low, or something you rarely have a chance to indulge in. Whatever the case may be, the genuine light and happiness radiating off of you is addicting, and if it’s because of these things, he’ll gladly learn everything there is to know.

He gently places the Amethyst down beside you, and picks up a light blue one, tower shaped. “This one magic, too?”

Your eyes positively brighten, more than they are now. His heart beats stronger at the sight. You tell him the crystal he’s holding is called Celestite, and it helps with inner peace and is supposed to help guide you to a more divine consciousness when you meditate. He smiles with you, offering the occasional nod and grunt to signify he’s listening to you even though everything coming out of your mouth sounds like a foreign language to him.

After the fifth round of him picking a crystal for you to explain, he opts for the cards sprawled all over your bed. “This… magic involves… card games?” He grimaces as the words leave his mouth, silently cursing himself for the insensitivity of his vocabulary. You stifle a laugh, knowing he didn’t mean it that way though, which is why you can’t help but pull him into a sweet kiss before you go on and explain.

“What was that for?” He asks, cheeks reddened slightly.

“Nothing, baby, I just love you.”

He presses another kiss to your forehead. “I love you, sweet girl. Now, tell me more about these not playing cards, please.”

Your cheeks hurt from all the smiles he’s been pulling from you. “Mhmm, so these are called tarot cards, my love.”

The next hour is spent with you explaining the cards, what they do, and what kind of things people use them for. Joel seems confused, weirded out, and impressed all in one.

“Ain’t no way this lil thing answers my life questions,” he deadpans.

“Okay, no it doesn’t give definite answers- these aren’t fortune tellers,” you say. He sees the gears turning in your head, trying to find a better way to explain to him. “They give advice or feedback…” you start. “They give guidance for the situation your current self is in. They aren’t meant to be taken like law or religion, but more so like if your friend was a therapist. They can give you advice, but not too much without crossing the patient-therapist threshold. Just tiny nudges in a potentially better direction.”

Now it’s your turn to see the gears turning in his head. His smile slowly spreads the moment it actually clicks for him. “Oh, wait, that actually is makin’ sense to me,” he says a little more excited than usual. He places kisses on your forehead, cheek, and lips, trying to place his excitement somewhere. You laugh in his embrace. You’re beyond excited that the most important person in your life is open to something so unconventional, so taboo.

For years, you’ve had to hide this little part of you for fear of your family shunning you. They’d kick you out without a second thought if they found out about this. They would be unwilling to hear your explanations and would deduce your actions down to the work of the Devil.

They wouldn’t care that immersing yourself in the craft—whether this stuff is actually real or not—is what saved your life, time and time again. They wouldn’t care that when you had the worst depression episode, it was meditating, learning the meanings of different crystals, and connecting with the Earth and the divine that taught you the meaning of life again. None of them would ever be willing enough to even try to understand.

“Thank you,” you say in a mere whisper, eyes glossing over slightly.

He sees your eyes. His hand snakes up to your jaw, bringing your face closer to his, noses ghosting against one another. “For what, darlin’?”

“For trying to understand. For acting like you want to.” Your eyes falter from his. His thumb caresses your cheekbone, trying to spark your attention back up to his gaze. It does.

“No, baby. I want to. No actin’ here.” His lips meet yours, warming you from the inside out.

“You swear?” you ask him as he pulls away.

His eyebrow quirks up at your antics. Your bottom lip juts out in a pout. “Swear?” you repeat.

“On my life,” he says.

You place one more kiss to his lips before you’re pulling away and sliding off the bed. “Come, I’ll cook. You haven’t eaten since this afternoon, huh?”

“Guilty,” he tells you, face warm at how well you know him. “Mhmm. Do you mind just putting the cards back in that box over there for me real quick?”

“Of course, darlin’.”

“Thank you, baby,” and with that, you’re out in the kitchen, whipping up a small meal for the both of you.

As he grabs all the cards, putting them in a stack before he slides them in the box, a singular card jumps out of his hands. He remembers what you said earlier.

The way that I like to do it is by shuffling the deck and letting the card itself jump out at you! There are many ways to do it, but I don’t know. I like the pure chance of doing it that way.

He picks up the card, softly speaking to it. “Jumpin’ out for me?” He has to pull the card to and from his eyes a few times before his vision becomes clear. Love, the card reads. He smiles to himself, his heart giving him all the explanation he needs for the meaning of it. He places the card into his flannel pocket to show you after you dinner.

With both your tummies satiated, you begin to gather the dishes when Joel throws you a stern look. Whether you two are actively in your dynamic or not, you know not to test that look. You settle back down in your seat, hands held up defensively with the smallest of airy giggles.

“Ya know better than that, darlin’, especially if you cooked.”

“I know, I know,” you say to him apologetically. “I’ll take care of it,” he breathes, “but first,” he stands up, leaning over your shoulder so you both can look at the card from a good angle when he pulls it out. “Remember what you were sayin’ earlier ‘bout your cards jumpin’ out at ya and whatnot?”

“Yeeaahh,” you drag out, turning your head and looking up at him curiously.

“Well,” he reaches for the card tucked safely in his pocket. “As I was puttin’ them back in the box, this one just came out at me.” He sets it down softly in front of you.

“Oh?” You’re eager to see which card. Love, your eyes read. Your heart beats five times stronger, and your smile grows ten times cheesier.

“Does it mean anythin’?” He asks. “For our..current situation?” He has a silliness in his voice, but you can tell he’s genuinely curious.

“It means…” you start, your eyes slowly leading back to meet his own. You stare into his eyes for a moment, soaking in the warmth, the safety, the love that he always gives you so willingly. A moment extra passes, and you’re still in a trance. He sees your stare fade from adoration into something more deep, needy. His stare changes, too. The pretty brown of his eyes nearly erased with arousal in your sudden change of energy. He quirks his eyebrow, reminding you to speak.

“It means.. Daddy needs to take me to bed,” you say, voice soft and shaky with arousal.

“Is that right?” he asks, his deep voice vibrating you from the outside in.

His mere tone has you slipping already, your voice automatically pushing out a reply, knowing he requires a response after every question. “Y-yes,” you say.

He leans in to give you a slow, heated kiss, his hand finding its way to your jaw. He pulls away, much too soon to your liking, but you don’t protest. “Bed. Now,” he says, standing himself to full height. “Yes, sir,” you say as you shoot up from your seat, making a bee line to your bedroom. “And in position,” he yells to you.

You don’t respond to him then, but that’s okay. He knows his sweet girl heard him; he knows how good of a listener you are. Which is why he refrains from his original idea of teasing you—of clearing the dining table and washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen—before he gives you what you need.

Instead, he only clears the dining table, saving everything else for later and coming to you. He finds you, completely stripped of your clothes, centered at the middle of your bed, sitting on your haunches, palms face up on your thighs, eyes casted downward. Eager yet patient. Aching with need yet satiated knowing that you will be taken care of. His sweet girl. So good.

His shirt is the first to go, left somewhere at the doorway of your room. He’ll grab it later. For now, even though no one else is in this house, he shuts your door, wanting both of you to be completely consumed with one another and nothing else. He pulls the rest of his clothes off as he makes his way to the edge of your bed, leaning over. Your eyes are still downcast until his fingers are on your chin, bringing your attention to him.

He can’t help but melt into a puddle with the way you’re looking at him. It’s almost as if he created the entire Universe for you. “Mi alma (my soul),” he says. “You’re always so good for me. Always.” He brings your lips together in a soft embrace. You chase his touch as best as his grip allows you to when he pulls away.

Even softer than the kiss, he asks “How do you want me?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you respond, “I just need to feel you. Every single part of you, Daddy, I-”

He cuts your babbling off with a kiss, and this time, he doesn’t break it as he pushes you to lay on your back. He doesn’t break it as he lines himself up with you. He doesn’t break it as your legs go to wrap around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. He foregos all forms of prep or foreplay, knowing you need him just as desperately as he needs you.

The rest of your guys’ night is filled with exactly this. Feeling—and filling—each other in the deepest ways possible. He makes you cum on his cock several times before he fills you to the brim with his spend, kissing and licking into your mouth, all over your neck, and any other areas he can reach without straying too far from your face. He sees his entire existence in your eyes; he needs to be there as he gives himself to you.

Reluctantly, he pulls away, lowering himself down your body and settling into the space between your thighs. He marvels at what a pretty mess both of you made, your shine all over as his cum begins to leak its way out of you. He leans forward, flat tongue licking up a slow, wet path across your entire sex. He stays there for hours, pulling climax and climax out of you, his belly feeling full at how much he’s taken from you.

Even as you reach the territory of overstimulation, you don’t care. You want more. You need more.

Joel makes his way back up to you, missing the feel of your mouth on his. As he looks up though, he sees tears pooling in your eyes. His hands immediately go to your face, thumbs catching the runaway tear. “Talk to me, baby,” his voice quivers, his feelings heightened at the emotional intensity of the last several hours.

“I-” you choke back a sob. “Please don’t ever leave me, baby. I don’t think-” you take a shaky breath, more tears escaping your eyes. “I can’t live without you, baby, I need you, I love you, please don’t ever leave-”

His lips are back on yours, soft and all-consuming, stealing your anxieties and stowing them far away where they will never poison your mind ever again.

“Never,” he says. “I’m yours, my sweet girl. Always. I’m not goin’ anywhere that’s not with you. I love you more than anythin’ in this fuckin’ world. You’re never gettin’ rid of me, ya hear, mi flor? (my flower),” he says as he gives your head a small shake, making sure his words are etching themselves into every groove of your brain so you never forget it.

It’s been a week since that night you and Joel had your house to yourselves, and he still can’t shake the burst of insecurity that infiltrated your mind. Which is why he finds himself at a local (witch)craft store—way out of his depth but still set on finding the perfect thing to seal his love for you.

You two have discussed the concept of a collar before, and you showed a genuine interest. It was a tangible reminder of who you belonged to, and it definitely made your heart skip a beat. However, you weren’t so attuned to the idea of the actual image of a traditional collar, and neither was Joel. The conversation was cut short because you got pulled into another task that had to be taken care of, and the topic was never brought about again. But Joel thinks about it more often than you think.

In some dynamics, collars are accessories that a Dominant and submissive work their way up to. In a way, the collar symbolized a promise. It symbolized forever. For some, it was their wedding ring equivalent. That was what intrigued Joel so much. So, after last week, the idea has been eating away at him.

And that’s when he saw it. A beautiful necklace, the chain, a mix of green crystals—your favorite color—all various shades, with a beautiful, metal pendant sitting at the heart of the necklace. It was a short chain, slightly longer than how a collar would wrap around your neck, but still mimicked the effect of one. You talk often about how much you love the moon and that night you talked about the amazing energy the moon provides. The pendant was a moon with a star hanging from the top of the moon’s crescent figure. It was perfect. It was you.

He finds the worker and goes through the motions of purchasing the necklace for you. Of course, Joel wanted a tangible thing to symbolize his promise to you, and that’s when another idea struck him. He turned back around into the store.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” he says. “Ya wouldn’t happen to have any rings, would ya? Preferably one with a moon?”

The lady gives a knowing smile. “Right this way,” she says. She may not understand the dynamic between the two of you, but she definitely can recognize a lovestruck man when she sees one.

He calls you on his way home from the store.

“Hi, mi luna (my moon),” he says. “What are you up to right now?”

“Hi, baby,” you respond giddily, his mere presence, whether on the phone or in person, always makes your mood one hundred times better. Hearing his little nickname for you though throws you off guard, forcing you to ignore his question. “Luna?”

He smiles. “It means moon.”

“No, yeah, I know that, baby,” you softly chuckle, “I meant, what inspired it?”

“No reason,” he says nonchalantly. “Was that okay though?”

“I like anything that comes outta your mouth, baby,” your voice laced with a filth he knows all too well.

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his cock from stirring. “Darlin’,” he says, voice strained.

You stifle a laugh, knowing how easy it is to get him going. “Hmmmm?”

“You better choose your next words very wisely, girl.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you offer quickly as you fill his ears with your addicting laughter, “I’m done, I promise.”

He grumbles something incoherent, ever your handsome grump, then reminds you about his question.

“Oh, right, sorry! I just got done cooking lunch for everyone. I’m in my room now, though.”

“Can you come over for a bit?”

“Always. You home now?”

“Just parkin’, baby.”

“On my way, Sir,” you say, holding in another little giggle.

“Fuckin’ trouble,” you hear him say before he ends the call.

You meet him as he gets out his car, him pulling you in for a bruising kiss that immediately has your core pulsing. “Well, hello to you too, cowboy,” you smirk as he pulls away. He smacks your ass as he turns you around and starts guiding you inside, one hand on your hip, the other holding the bag with your new necklace inside.

Not wanting him to let go of you, you spin in his arm and reach for his keys, turning back to unlock his front door.

“So,” he starts as you break away from him, making your way to his couch. He immediately goes to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water, placing it in your hands rather than the table because he knows you probably haven’t had a moment to hydrate yourself, having just finished taking care of your family as he called you.

You drink half the glass gratefully, bringing the rest to his mouth as he sits next to you, knowing he probably hasn’t hydrated himself either. He finishes it then sets the glass down on the coffee table.

“I got you somethin’.” He tries to sound mysterious, but really he’s sounding like an excited schoolboy ready to share his treasure with the class.

“Oh yeah?” you say. “May I ask why? It wasn’t expensive, right?” You soften at your last question.

He knows you get a little apprehensive at the idea of money being spent on you. But he abides by your wishes too much to his liking, so this, he allows himself. “The number don’t matter, baby. Close your eyes and turn around.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” you mutter under your breath, adjusting yourself to be between his legs, his one stretched across the couch as the other hangs off the side.

Once you settle in front of him, he leans over to grab the bag from the table and pull the necklace out. “Eyes closed, baby?”

“Mhm.”

“You remember a while back our conversation on collars?”

“Yes?” you say, a questioning inflection present.

“Well…” Joel trails off. Right as you jump to speak at his weird behavior, you feel cold metal grace the skin of your neck. You gasp at the sudden change in temperature, fighting for your life to keep your eyes closed until he tells you to do otherwise.

“I know neither of us wanted the traditional look. Something more sly has always been our style, huh? I hope I chose okay,” he says softly.

“I’m gonna cry, can I please open my eyes now?”

“Yeah, bab- no, actually, wait,” he says, pulling you to stand up, his hands on your hips, guiding you to the mirror in his en suite bathroom. “Okay, yeah. Open.”

The second your eyes open and land onto the ethereal necklace resting on your chest, you can’t help the flood that falls from your eyes. “Joel,” you breathe out. “Baby, oh my god.”

“Is it alright?”

You turn in his arms, your eyes now directly on his instead of through your reflection. “Baby, really? Is it alright? This is the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” your voice cracking through each word.

His cheeks are a little blushed, slightly bashful at your praise. “I just- I wasn’t sure what to choose or what crystal had what magic, but what really sold me was the moon,” he says as his hand comes up to caress the pendant.

You respond to him by pulling him in for a kiss. One in which you hope tells him everything he needs to know about how grateful and how truly, deeply in love with him you are. His arms snake around your waist, pulling you flush against his body as he kisses into you, replicating the same feeling back to you. You begin to smile through the kiss as something else clicks for you. You pull away from him.

“Is this why you called me luna earlier?”

“You don’t like it?”

“No, baby, I actually really love it,” you smile up at him, butterflies erupting in his belly at the sight. “Coming from only you though.” His hand snakes up to grab your jaw, pulling you into his mouth as he whispers mi luna before crashing himself onto you for another kiss.

You pull away from him, breathless, and turn to face the mirror again. You’re too entranced by the beautiful jewelry to keep your eyes off of it for too long. His hands snake around your waist, and it’s then that you notice it.

You freeze. You grab his left hand, an antique looking moon, identical to the one on your neck, wrapped around his ring finger, staring back at you. Your eyes flick back up to your guys’ reflection, meeting his eyes. “Was waitin’ for you to notice,” he says.

If you thought you were sobbing before, then you’re an absolute wailing mess now, hiccuping like a little child who is yet to learn how to control their emotions. “I love you so fucking much,” you say as best as you can in between each hiccupped breath you take.

He turns you back to face him, cupping your face with both hands, peppering your face with kisses everywhere he can manage. Soft I love you’s leave his mouth in a chant, praying to his one and only Goddess.

He lets you cry it out, he knows you need to. As soon as you're less of a blubbering mess, he’ll remind you that he is forever yours until you choose otherwise. He’ll remind you that although he takes charge ninety-nine percent of the time, it’s because you let him.

He’ll remind you just how much he’s irrevocably in love with you, verbally, physically, and every other way he can. From now until forever.

End Note: Thank you all so much for reading! Likes, comments, reblogs, etc. — all your support means the absolute world to me. I wouldn’t be able to do this without all of you. Thank you so so so much. There are genuinely not enough words to express my gratitude. As always feedback (at a technical sense) is also super super helpful whether it is constructive or positive! Anything helps me to be the best writer that I can be. All my love! Xo

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teyamsgrl · 11 months

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Okey u said request angst so here I am! I’ve been non-stop thinking abt the idea that Neteyam left his love behind when the Sullys left for Awa’atlu. So what I’m thinking is he promises her that he’ll return and she waits and hopes, and hopes and waits and one day he appears to her when she visits the spirit tree and it’s kinda fluffy for a minute but then it sinks in that he’s never coming back to her </3

THIS SHATTERED MY HEART WTF 😭 I LEGIT CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS OH MY GAWWWWD

this is also gonna be more of a blurb style in the way of length

when will i see you again? ✧ neteyam

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, neteyam death mentions, to sum it up: sad 🫠 - yawne: beloved

it had been almost 7 months since your mate had left for awa'atlu with his family. it had been hard without him, you wanted to go with them desperately but it was something that was much easier said than done. neteyam's last words to you ring through your head each day that passes, "i promise, yawne, i will be back before you know it to come visit. i promise i will be with you again soon". you couldn't help but wonder what was happening in awa'atlu, you figured it would maybe be 2-3 months before neteyam returned for a visit, but 7 was pushing what you had assumed.

having been down in the dumps all day, you decided a visit to the tree of souls would be a good way to unwind and bring you some comfort. upon settling under the tree you grabbed your queue, examining the tendrils as they began to attach themselves to a section of the tree. your eyes flutter shut at the connection, a sigh falling from your lips.

once connected, you spot neteyam who is sitting on a rock beside a stream within the forest. you smile as you remember that this is where you first met, and he was sitting on that exact rock. your heart swells when a grin creeps onto his face, teeth showing and eyes bright. "neteyam!" you say excitedly... before it hits you. there is only one way that neteyam would be visiting you through the tree of souls; if he was dead. you begin to hyperventilate, tears pouring from your eyes which neteyam always said were sparkling.

"this- this can't be real, no no no!" you cry, hands reaching for the neteyam in your vision. "i'm sorry, yawne. this is the only way i can visit now. i'm sorry i didn't get to give you a proper goodbye before i went with eywa..." he steps closer, grabbing your hands tightly in his own. it is as though you can truly feel him, rough and large hands holding your soft and small ones. you sob more at this action, body shaking from your cries. "no neteyam, no you aren't dead no! no this isn't- no you aren't dead!" you blubber out the words while gazing at his face through your teary eyes. "i'm so sorry, i didn't want you to find out this way. i wish i was really there with you.." he whispers, hands now holding your waist gingerly. your hands grip his shoulders, digging into them as though you do not want to let this vision of him go.

"neteyam-" even uttering his name caused a sob to escape. "when will i see you again?" you whimper as you fully comprehend that you will not be able to physically be with neteyam ever again. you will never get to have his kisses or his warm cuddles through the night or his hand holds as you walk through the village together or hear his jokes or listen to his laugh. all you will have is this vision of him. "ma y/n, you can come to the tree whenever you need me, i will always be here. and when it is your time, you will be able to join me here with eywa. you will always have me, i will always be in your heart. you will never be without me, yawne"

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milfswriter · 1 year

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Is this heaven?

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: you’re back after a hiatus, Rhea’s emotional.

Notes and warnings: this is legit ao3 material. Childhood best friends to lovers, angst with happy ending, car accident, blood, near death experience, reunion, confession, semi public sex (it’s outdoor but nobody’s there??), daddy kink, thigh riding, cunnilingus, fingering, bruh this has angst, fluff, smut whatever you need LMAO. a little long? P.S I do not take pride in my writing abilities so PLZ don’t judge I write for fun lool also this has been briefly proofread so ignore any mistakes.

Word Count: 3.2K

You sat with your knees hugged to your chest as your breathed in the unusually cold, fresh air of Orlando on the very edge of the very familiar hill. You knew this place, you loved this place.

You watched the small cars pass by before memories of this place started playing in your head. You’ve been on a very long hiatus due to an accident. Having been sent to Tokyo for specialized physiotherapy, you couldn’t see any of your friends or family for the past year and a half and came today for the elimination chamber PPV to say hi to your friends, having no plans of a return anytime soon.

As your memories of this place played, you realized that they were all connected to the same person. The person you wanted to see the most, the person you loved the most (not that you’d ever admit it). You heard crackling of leaves behind you but paid it no mind, it was 6 am, no one would be here.

You wished this specific person would show up magically behind and- “Hoped I’d find ya here” a very familiar voice said and you gasped lightly, having no guts to turn around and look her in the eye.

You stood up with a smile, taking a deep breath in before turning around and looking her in the eye, you looked the tall woman up and down with a hum.

“You’ve grown even taller, how is that possible?” you questioned jokingly before you saw her features tremble, scoffing before rushing to you and almost crushing you in her arms, your legs dangling in the air.

“hello, to you too, Demi” you said, your voice muffled by her shoulder. “shut up” she groaned, clearly crying now because you were starting to feel her tears on your shoulder.

Ok, now you were crying, too. “you’re..you’re walking?” she put you down and stepped back a few steps to see you standing straight and let out a relieved sigh, wiping her tears.

“yeah, I’m okay Demi” she gulped, scanning you. She walked to you again, pulling you into her more gently now. “That day you weren’t” she whispered, now that she wasn’t pulling you up, your temple was now resting on her collarbone.

You closed your eyes, nodding as a different kind of memories played in rhea’s mind.

Rhea waited impatiently for you on the couch as the others played monopoly, you were supposed to be here half an hour ago. She went to the kitchen, dialing your phone and it rang once, twice, three times before you answered.

“D...Demi..” you gasped for air, causing Rhea to furrow her eyebrows in confusion. “y/n, where are you? you were supposed to be at Alexa’s a long time ago, wait, are you running?” she chuckled before you started muttering weird sounds.

“Y/n? are..are you okay?” she heard your sobs, it sounded like you were in pain, like..like you couldn’t breath. “Y/n answer me!!” she yelled into the phone causing Sonya to get into the kitchen. “chill out, man..we’re just starting, don’t rush her” she brushed Sonya off.

She heard you gather all your strength in a breath before muttering barely coherently. “I crashed my..car..at..the light next to Alexa’s, p..please”.

“I’m coming..I’m coming right now, don’t close your eyes, keep breathing!” she ran out of the apartment, confusing everyone there before calling 911. Meanwhile, your car’s personal assistant was the only way you could have answered that call.

“Incoming call from RheRhe , answer it?” Mercedes asked, “y..yes” you mumbled and sighed in relief, tears running down your cheeks as it understood you and answered the call.

Rhea ran and ran until she saw the light and your car swerved into a wall, the hood completely smashed and a car behind yours that looked like it hit you so hard you swerved into that wall.

“oh god..y..y/n?” she called before running to your door, seeing the glass smashed and opened the door, your face so bloody she only recognized you by your ‘Brutality’ t-shirt, which was originally hers but you decided to keep it, making it even harder for her to deal with this.

“love?” she called, taking off her jacket and wiping the blood off your face with it. “Y/n please answer me” she heard the deafening sounds of ambulance and police sirens and picked you up with a great effort, not caring about the shreds of glass piercing her skin.

“oh..he..hey Dee” you smiled up at her in a failed attempt to comfort her. Like you were accepting your fate. “It’s o..okay, d..demi” she looked around for any sign of the ambulance but they were none. She looked at you with her lips trembling, shaking her head.

“no, no it’s not! IT’S NOT OKAY! Yo..You can’t just leave me here!” her tears refused to dry and her vision began to blur. You gave her another smile, gulping in pain as you tried to move so you can face her. “is..is it because you never taught me your prism trap?..it..it’s okay..I’m..not mad...and you shouldn’t be either..” Rhea scoffed a laugh, she couldn’t believe you were joking at a time like this.

“I’ll teach you my prism trap, just stay alive for me so I can do that, hm?” she heard the sirens from a distance and tried to keep you alert. She snapped her fingers in front of you, making you jolt awake as you closed your eyes.

“remember when we met? hm?” she started, smiling at relief as you nodded. you’re still conscious. good. “we were kids..god, you were cocky” you let out a breathy laugh. she nodded with a small smile, you knew what she was doing and you were grateful because you felt yourself slipping.

“tell me more” she held your hand and kissed it, removing bits of glass that landed on the back of your hand when she saw the main source of bleeding, your side.

She let you keep talking before she lifted the hem of your shit to see blood oozing out and you winced. “I’ve got you, we’ve got to stop the bleeding, okay? help is on the way” she applied pressure and you screamed in pain, scratching and pushing on her.

“I’m sorry, I know you’re in pain” she felt her tears running down her cheeks again as your hands went to squeeze her biceps, whimpering. As she saw the red and blue lights of the ambulance, she held you in her arms, not caring about the shreds of glass that pierced her skin in the meantime.

Demi couldn’t remember you ever being this heavy, she’s picked you up countless of times, giving you piggyback rides after your matches as a tag team. you were a flyer, she saw you do the most perfect moonsaults and splashes so she assumed it was her knees that threatened to betray her as she saw your condition. She ran with you to the stretcher that the paramedic pulled out of the car, placing you on it as she explained to him what had happened to you and notified him about the source of bleeding.

you closed your eyes, hearing her pleading for you to wake up but you couldn’t open your eyes anymore. The next time you did, you were in an empty room. Hospital, you quickly deduced as you saw the countless IVs and bandages covering your body. “Oh..” You heard and looked up, seeing a nurse coming in with a clipboard. “you’re finally awake” she smiled gently, “can you hear me?” she added after a few seconds have gone by and you still hadn’t said anything.

You nodded, “good..good” she nodded at you. You felt her move closer to you, placing the clipboard somewhere before she stood directly next to your bed. “can you squeeze my hand?” you felt her her hand engulf yours and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, trying to move your hand but it’s like you couldn’t find the right wire in your brain to do so.

The nurse pursed her lip in empathy before letting go of your hand. You let out a sound of desperation as you finally gained control of your hand and chasing hers, squeezing the tips of her fingers. “There you go, you’re okay” she smiled.

you cleared your throat, which was way too dry. “h..how...long..” she seemed to understand what you meant, nodding. “you’ve been in a coma for a couple of weeks” your eyes widened. You’ve been out for weeks?.

“your family and friends are here to visit you, though they’re a little early for visiting hours. I will let them in after I call the doctor” you nodded.

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After the doctor checked on you, the door was opened by the nurse who was followed by a running Rhea, panting as she grinned at you. “You’re awake!” she giggled, hugging you way too gently. “h..hi demi” you croaked out and she leaned down to kiss your forehead. “hello, possum” she cupped your bruised cheek.

“are you sure they’re not dating?” the nurse asked Sonya who was lurking in the back. “I know, right?!” Rhea turned to glare at her before turning back to you.

“your parents went to get coffee before they told us you were awake, they’ll be here in a jiffy, hm?” you nodded with a smile. To be honest, you were glad you were not dead, because the way she looked at you right now made you feel things you never thought were possible to feel.

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you were leaving for Tokyo. The doctors said there was nothing they could do for you here to regain normal mobility. “I’ll never walk again” Demi shushed you. “of course you will! that’s why you’re going there, no? you’ll be completely fine and you’ll walk to me the day you come back, okay?” You nodded, you didn’t know what you’d do if you didn’t have Rhea in your life.

she drove you to the airport, and held your hand until the last second before you were supposed to find your terminal, where she wasn’t allowed in without a boarding pass. “I’ll miss you” Your lips trembled and she nodded, hugging you. “I’ll miss you, my possum” she kissed your temple before letting you go.

“get better for me” you nodded, limping to your terminal. You turned around one more time to see Rhea from afar with tears soaking her face. You gulped, your eyes burning before taking a deep breath and turning back around, pulling your suitcase.

After 1 year and 3 months, you’ve finally regained complete mobility and they’ve also cleared you out to wrestle. You booked the nearest flight to Orlando and said nothing to your friends and family. And here you are, in your favorite place of all.

“That day I wasn’t” you affirmed, you stepped back a little and lifted your shirt, showing her the remaining scar of the surgery on your side. “at least I still got this bad boy” you smirked and she giggled, “it does look cool hm?” you nodded.

She looked like she had something on her mind, but you didn’t say anything as you pulled her down to lay with you on the grass to watch the sunrise. you linked hands, your head falling onto her shoulder as you watched the city being lit by the enormous sun. “I..need to tell you something” she stammered for a bit and she looked away. “Is everything ok?” you were starting to worry, she was fine moments ago.“Everything’s great..you’re here” she smiled nervously, turning to look at the sky.

“Y/n, I um..I’ve known you for over a decade. Yeah?” you nodded, smiling. “And um..you’re my best friend” she bit her lip, contemplating on whether to spit it out or not.

“Demi, what’s wrong? Are you dying?” you whispered and she looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. “No, y/n..I’m not dying, it’s just…all those years we were friends, I wished we weren’t..” you raised your eyebrows in surprise, was that how she felt?.

“Every time I saw you, I wished we were something more, I wished I could protect you from all these bitches that hurt you..and I can’t forgive myself for letting you drive that day instead of just taking you with me. y/n/n I..I can’t believe it took me all those years to realize that I am so, so in love with you” she rambled and you kept your head on her shoulder, gasping softly.

“All this time I think I was bound to fall in love with you. It was only a matter of when and where..and it was that day,..we were at Wrestlemania, and…we were watching Lita in her match and…you looked so happy when she won.. you hugged me so hard and I didn’t want it to stop. I wore that hoodie for days after because it smelled like you..we were kids..and I was in love you...and now we’re older..and I’m still in love you” she took a deep breath and your eyes were tearing up.

“you don’t feel the same, I know that..I kept telling everyone that. But it’s physically painful for me to keep that from you any longer than I had, you don’t have to do or say anything, I just wanted to-” she was cut off by your lips on hers as you straddled her lap, leaning down to kiss her so she would stop saying all these things. She hummed, her hands automatically going to your waist under your shirt.

You broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “is that an enough explanation of how I feel?” you asked, and she nodded, shrugging. “I can live with that” she sat up, giggling as she kissed you again, and again. “I can’t believe you almost died and I still couldn’t tell you” you joined your foreheads.

“It’s okay..I love you, too” You smiled, kissing her again before wrapping your arms around her neck, playing with the ends of her short hair. You both stared into each other’s souls, this couldn’t get any better. Or so you thought.

She moved her hands from your waist to your thighs, squeezing them as she peppered kisses over your jawline, making her way down to your neck. “you..are so beautiful” she whispered in your ear, you felt a familiar sensation between your legs, and the rough material of her jeans didn’t make this any better.

You started testing the waters, moving your hips back and forth against her, your hands gripping her shirt from the back as she chuckled, her breath tingling your ear. “naughty girl” she tutted, holding your hips in place, making you moan.

“you want this?” she asked, looking you in the eye. You’ve never seen this version of Rhea, but you were glad you are cause she couldn’t be any hotter than right now.

You nodded furiously, “please” you whimpered. A smirk placed itself on her face, her hands making their way to your ass. She suddenly flipped your positions, your head making a soft thud as it landed on the grass. “please what?” her smirk turned into something you couldn’t recognize, but oh did you love it.

Her knee placed itself between your legs, spreading them. “please, fuck me..daddy” her eyes darkened before smashed her lips against yours in a moan. “god, I want you so bad” she groaned, sneaking her hand to your pants, unbuttoning it, pulling the zipper down painfully slow.

You dreamed of this moment for so long, you didn’t wanna wait anymore. “please, Demi!” you urged her and she complied, leaning her head down to whisper filth into your ear.

“yeah? you want my fingers, darling? right here..where anyone could see us? ” she breathed heavily as you felt her hand sneak into your pants, you heard her whine into your ear as she felt your slick pussy.

You threw your head back against the grass, “all for me?” she asked, kissing your jawline as she pressed her middle finger against your clit, you gripped her shirt from the back, god it’s been so long and now that it’s with Rhea, you never wanted it to stop.

Rhea took a deep breath in, taking her hand out of your pants, making you whine desperately. “Can I take it off, possum?” she smiled, her hands resting on your knees as she got off you and sat on knees in front of you. You nodded, silently hoping no one makes their way up this hill and sees you.

“I am going to worship you” she smirked, pulling your pants along with your panties down your legs, throwing them aside and spreading your legs. She froze for a second as she saw your glistening heat. You felt your cheeks heat up as she stared but you kept your legs spread.

she leaned down, keeping eye contact with you as she used her thumbs to spread your labia, licking a long, hard stripe from your entrance to your clit and you let out a guttural moan. You ran your hand through her hair, pulling on her scalp as she ate you out.

she hummed against your pussy, closing her eyes as she sucked the life out of you. “please, daddy” your other hand pulled on her hair, too and she sneaked one of her hands to your mouth, her middle and ring finger stroked your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, taking them in your mouth to the knuckles.

She took them out of your mouth, before thrusting them back in, practically fucking your mouth. She took them out again, lining them up with your entrance and sliding them in, bottoming out instantly.

“fffuck” you moaned, letting go of her hair before you rip it out. gripping the grass next to you instead.

She fucked her fingers in and out of your pussy. “god you’re so fucking tight, love” she kissed your inner thigh, “Oh, I wish I had my strap right now”.

Just picturing her fucking you senseless with her cock made your pussy clench impossibly tight against her fingers. “yes..yes..I’m..Oh god, I’m cumming!” she fucked you even harder, wrapping her lips back around your clit, licking it in circular motion.

you couldn’t help but pull on her hair again, breathing heavily as she curled her fingers inside you, screaming her name as your orgasm washed over you as you closed your eyes tightly. she chuckled against your thigh, sitting up on her knees and kissing you softly. You groaned as you tasted yourself, pulling her by the back of her neck to kiss you harder. “is this heaven?” you mumbled, opening your eyes.

“Would you stop with the death jokes? seriously” she frowned and you let out a howl, throwing your head back as you giggled. “I’m sorry, come here” you wrapped your arms around her, hugging her close.

you sneaked your hand to her zipper before she stopped you. “not here..I’d like to worship you better at home first” you smiled at the thought of seeing your shared house again.

She peppered kisses all over your face, smoothing your hair out of your face. “I love you” she mumbled shyly and you chuckled, “love you” you kissed her lips again and she helped you put your pants back on.

She stood up, giving you her hand to pull up before picking you up bridal style. She froze as she looked into your eyes. What you didn’t know was that she was holding your bloody form in the same way a year and a half ago.

“I..I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked, gulping. You furrowed your eyebrows, shaking your head. “no..no it was perfect” she cupped her cheek. she nodded, a small smile appearing on her face before she took you to her car and drove you home.

This definitely wasn’t the way you thought today was gonna go, but you definitely weren’t complaining. :)

#rhea ripley x reader #Rhea ripley #rhea ripley wwe #demi bennett x reader #wwe imagine #rhea ripley smut

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shayyprasad · 4 months

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i love you peter b. parker | peter parker

pure angst. that's it lololol

summary: you knew you wouldn't be around forever, and you wanted to leave a piece of you behind for him.

i had this idea in mind for some time but i'm only now just writing it but fr i legit almost cried writing this

we love delulu peter

tw: sad peter

angst (for me) isn't easy to write, but i tried my best here. did you like it???

he knew you were sick, he knew you would leave. but it never really hit him that you would be gone someday, that is, until you were gone. terminal kidney disease wasn't fun, and it most definitely wasn't easy. it didn't matter though, because as long as you had peter by your side, you were sure that nothing would go wrong. that you'd be able to fight through it, because the love of your life was fighting alongside you.

peter was always used to saving everyone, so he felt so utterly useless when he found out. he tried to make you as happy as possible, and to help you do everything that you wanted to do most, and make the most of the time you had left.

he remembered the day he asked you out, and you warned him about the sickness, that you wouldn't be here forever, and that one day, he would have to leave you. no, that you would have to leave him.

but peter being peter hadn't thought that far into the future. he was only 16. he didn't know that he'd grow so attached to you, that you become the one for him.

no. that thought had never occurred.

you had passed in your sleep, at least, age 19. it pained him so much to think about everything you had in store for you.

everything we had.

a life, a future, just waiting.

for all he knew, you were his life. you were his future. so how would he go on? how would he do anything without you? especially when you were his everything?

peter stood next to his aunt, clad in all black, watching your mother scream and cry into your father's shoulder, repeatedly begging for you to come back. he watched her lean down next to the coffin and kiss your hair, whispering sweet nothings. the boy wasn't sure if he'd be able to look at you, to say his goodbyes. because it didn't feel real to him. you couldn't be gone. how could you be gone?

"go, peter," aunt may whispered. "you'll regret it if you don't," her voice was fragile, and he could her the pain in her voice.

"no, no, no, i-i can't-"

"you'll regret it if you don't," she repeated.

so with shaky hands and a heavy heart, he walked over to the black box. there you laid, and he tried to convince himself that you were sleeping.

just sleeping.

he got down on his knees and and looked at you. your hair was perfectly laid out, nails freshly painted. the smallest bit of makeup was on you, but you were a deathly pale. your eyes were closed, but he'd give anything to see those gorgeous hues again, lit up by the liveliness behind them.

"hi, angel," he whispered softly, a strangled sob rising up his throat. "your mom is crying. you should wake up now. didn't we talk about getting more sleep at night? so you wouldn't fall asleep all the time during the day?"

peter chuckled quietly. "baby, i remember that time you fell asleep in mr. nester's class. and you snored? it was so cute. and funny. but mostly cute. they're soft and quiet, but if you're listening, you can hear it. your snores are adorable, you know that? it's hilarious because you always say you don't, y/n, but you do. always. yeah. you always snore. why- why aren't you right now? y-y/n?" he asked, panic creeping in through his words. "why aren't you?"

"y/n? y/n? angel? b-baby, wake up, wake up, it isn't funny anymore, stop it, j-just wake up now, please. please!" he was shaking you now, making the coffin rattle. "aunt may? s-she won't wake up! may! please, wake her up... she- she isn't..." he went off again, murmuring things to himself, all incoherent. "i love you! i lo-love you, y/n!"

they had to drag him away.

months later, he wasn't any better. he could hear aunt may at night sometimes, talking on the phone.

"it wasn't like this with ben," a pause, "no, dr. winston," another pause, "he talks to himself. stays up all night. talks to himself, dr., and not even in the way you might see a little kid doing... no... y-... he always looks scared," peter stopped paying attention at that point. "yes, thursday is fine. thank you."

no, he thought angrily, he didn't need a doctor. not some psychiatrists or psychologists. he needed you. but when he closed his eyes and saw may's pained face, he thought that he'd give it a try. for her. for you, right?

then, it had been a year. he was doing a little better, but barely. peter ate more. slept more. had less nightmares.

but he still didn't have you.

some nights he would stand on the top of his apartment building, right on the ledge, and debate ending it all. that way, he could be with you. and then he remembered may. and ned. and mj. how they'd already lost you, and how they didn't need more grief. those nights he'd go back into his flat and lock himself in his room, crying the rest of the night.

another year passed, and he stood in front of your house. your parents were finally cleaning out your old room, and they'd asked him to come over and see if there was anything he'd wanted. they let him in, giving hugs and greetings. peter trudged up the stairs and into your room. he closed his eyes and inhaled, remembering your loving scent.

but he didn't cry. he'd already done that. peter had no tears left. he was empty. numb.

as he analyzed the room, he saw many boxes, and noted that the bed was gone. some frames were still up, and many decorations were removed. on the dresser there was a photo of you and peter. your head was thrown up as you laughed, and peter was staring lovingly at you. it was a picture that neither of you knew was taken, but when you saw it, it became your favorite.

he'd told a lame joke, and you'd laughed. no one else laughed at his jokes, which was one of the reasons he fell in love with you. here, you were at the carnival with peter, ned, and mj. it was a blurry, side-angle picture, slightly grainy as the lighting was terrible. ned had taken it, and while it wasn't the greatest quality, you had adored it, repeatedly thanking him.

peter sat down and pulled the nearest box closer to him, taking out the first item he grabbed. a purple... journal? there was "to peter parker, the love of my life" written on the front cover in sharpie.

your handwriting.

your. handwriting.

he carefully flipped to the front page.

never mind. he did have tears left to cry.

entry 1:

okay, yes, i know, this is silly. and i doubt you'll ever have to read this, but if you are, it means i'm not here anymore, or that you're going through my stuff again without my permission. in which case, put this down.

he felt tears cascade down his cheek, and he sniffled softly.

peter b. parker, i love you. i have loved you since the day that you bought me that coke when i was a quarter short. luckily, you loved me, too, and now we're together. i wanted to do this because i know i won't be around forever. and before i die (if i do) i want to give you a piece of me, and this is how i'll do it.

i love you, peter b. parker.

he flipped to the next page.

entry 2:

in a world of endemic sickness, where cruelty is the cause and love the antidote, the patients declare themselves doctors and seal the fate of the world.

i love you, peter b. parker.

so he kept reading.

entry 6:

because your love is so whole, my missing pieces appear. because your touch carries such passion, what was scarred becomes soft once more. because you are steady and patient, my open wounds have time to seal and vanish.

perhaps that is why they say love is such magic, this gift from the universe, this sweet addiction to the man i was born to find. for with my twin soul, the only other born in the same flame as i, we are able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as we breathe, immune and oblivious to darkness.

i love you, peter b. parker.

entry 14:

i love you like you're the last of my kind. it is as if you speak the same language as i, yet no other is able. to be around you is like finally not being alone - as if all my life i've been isolated, in a windowless room, in a doorless room...

and then suddenly you walk in as if strolling over a summer meadow. how is that you are so much more than sunshine? how is it you breathe life when no other can? why is it you are my medicine? who could love me more than you? so, my love, know this - while i breathe i am yours in mind, body and soul.

i love you, peter b. parker.

entry 27:

you said that meeting me wasn't like a new song, but like opening a book and finding a language you'd never seen before. i want you know that i feel the same way. your love is something beautiful; meeting you is like meeting an enigma.

i don't know how you exist in this world yet you do. so let me tell you now - i will always love you in mind, body and soul. you are the trap i've been wanting to fall into my whole life; liberty from you would simply be an infinite prison. i am the softness you seek and you are the cradle for my head and heart.

i love you, peter b. parker.

entry 42:

love quotes inspire, golden strands of truth in an age of cynicism. yet for me they can never adequately capture the strands of emotion that tumble through the air whenever my my heart turns to you.

love after all transcends time, distance and even mortality. love is the greatest wonder of our age, weightless and invisible as it is. the wordsmith brings a beauty to the love, elevates it yet sometimes this very pedestal brings us to romantic notions too heady for ordinary life.

i love you like the nascent leaves of spring love warmth; i love you like the ancients loved the night sky; i love you like a cool draught of water on a summers day. love cannot be fireworks for an entire lifetime, though we've had our share. love must flow quietly, peacefully, always remaining strong.

love is nothing like finance, we don't give a certain amount to get something back; we simply give. love doesn't lead us to chide or sulk when we feel the lack of it from our partner. it shows us how to bring life and fire back to their soul, to love them back to their true selves and wellness. so, do i adore quotations of love? i do; but for me love is more... it is the greatest power we can ever know. anything else is a cruel and empty distraction.

i love you, peter b. parker.

he let himself get lost in your words, in your love, paying no attention to anything else.

entry 136:

if any one moment in time anchored my soul, creating a tether to this plane of reality, it was the moment i fell in love with you. i realized that i had a protector born of pure love and how could i not love that? how could i not love all that you are? you are the rope and knot to this vessel now in safe mooring. for that, i will forever be yours. in these words i hope you find your truth.

i love you, peter b. parker.

entry 200:

i love you, peter b. parker.

and that was the last page. he took two things home that day. the photo and the journal.

"i love you, too, angel," he whispered on his way back home, to no one really. maybe to the wind, but either way, he knew you heard it.

#tom holland x reader #spiderman #tom holland #peter parker #angst

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the-cult-of-russo · 1 year

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Just Beneath The Flames (Part 14)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut at some point probably lmao, zombie shit, typical canon violence. You know the drill.

A/N: Okay so for the mini-arc of Reader going on her quest to find the others, I decided to do subheadings for what day she’s on in her journey for each little part. In case you didn’t know already, I’m not from the US, I’m from the UK. American geography is something I know nothing about so I consulted my trusty friend, Google Maps for this to figure out how long it would take walking, how many hours etc. I legit sat there writing down how many hours she’d travel a day, ‘cause she’d need to set up at night to be safe and all that shit, so I worked out what I thought was realistically a good amount of time for her to travel each day, allowing for any shenanigans that might happen along the way. You guys made me do math for you, I hope you're happy loooool

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Day One

It was still dark as you traipsed around the woods, your body and thumping head on high alert as you did. It felt like with every little noise you heard, your hopes would shoot up in hopes it was someone you knew, only to find out it wasn’t. Part of you had started to wonder if you were hallucinating things when you thought you heard someone talking only to find a dead one instead. Last you checked, you were pretty sure the dead couldn't talk. You were a little slower with your navigation with how disorientated you were, trying to remember the way back to the old camp. When you got close enough, you stopped still when you saw the faint glow of a campfire behind the trees, your heart picking up a little. Either your old group was here or a new one had set up, you couldn’t be too sure. With the carnage you’d witnessed not too long before fresh in your mind, you held your knife tighter in your hand as you made your way over. You couldn't hear any talking, not even a faint murmur. The closer you got, the only sounds you heard were the crackling of the fire and sniffling. You tensed a little, moving through the last of the trees to see a figure sitting beside the fire with their head resting on their arms. It wasn't just any figure though and you felt like your heart shattered and then put itself back together in one fell swoop.

“Billy…” you murmured softly, voice trembling as you felt your eyes prick with tears. Despite your voice being not much more than a whisper, his head shot up, his tearful and shocked face staring at you. For a moment, he didn’t move and just blinked at you looking like he’d seen a ghost and all you could do was stand stock still like a statue as your brain tried to digest that you’d found him. Only him. Where were the others? You wiped your face and the movement seemed to snap him out of his trance as he shot to his feet. He was on you in seconds, his arms wrapping around you so tight, you almost couldn't breathe.

“Y/N… I-I…” he sobbed brokenly, clutching you like a lifeline as you clung to him too. Your own face was tear stricken and you moved away, hands moving to cup his face as you looked him over. Despite how bad he’d been when you’d had that talk on the back porch that day, you’d never seen the man look so wrecked and devastated, tears cascading down his cheeks in rivulets as he tried to catch his breath.

“What happened?” you asked quietly, dread coating your tone as your thumbs swiped at his tears. He closed his eyes, shaking his head and his hands came to rest over yours on his face. His mouth opened and closed and you had no idea just how bad this was, no idea what he was trying to tell you. He was in no state to say anything though and you carefully guided him to sit back down with you beside him, trying to keep yourself together so you could help him. When you both sat down, he snatched one of your hands, holding it tightly like he had no intention of letting it go and you didn’t really want him to. You might not have found everyone but you'd found Billy and for the most part, he looked okay.

“I thought... I thought you were dead,” he bit out once he got his sobs under control. His voice was raw sounding, his dark eyes shiny and imploring as he stared at you like he thought he’d never see you again. His free hand moved to the blood-stained side of your head and the look he gave you made your heart break and stop altogether. You squeezed his hand and sniffled, wiping your face with your free hand as you shook your head.

“I woke up and it was dark, you guys hadn’t come for me and I couldn't get through on the radio… I went back and I… I saw the cabin. Billy, what happened?” you asked more insistently, you wanted answers, you needed to know. He nodded, seemingly coming back to himself a little more now he was in your presence.

“Me and Frankie were about to set out for you and… the other group just… It was an ambush. We heard the explosion upstairs and before we could do a damn thing, gunfire was tearin’ up the place. They used some kind smoke grenade and we couldn’t see shit. Me and Frank… we were trying to lead the charge and we got Matt to lead the others to the truck from the back, we needed to get ‘em outta there. We managed to push through the front but there was smoke everywhere, bullets flyin’ all over and then-then the dead came. Frank kept screamin’ at me to fall back, tellin’ me we needed to leave but I-I couldn’t. It was like bein’ back overseas all over again. I told him I’d be right there but I couldn’t stop until every fucker was dead. When I was done, the truck was gone, they had to leave. And I don’t know if-if anyone got hit, if they're alright, nothin’... I came here hopin’ they’d come but they ain’t been by yet. I don’t know what's goin’ on,” he rambled with a deep frown and a haunted look on his face.

“They’ll be okay,” you said firmly, making him look at you uncertainly like your words meant the world to him. It made you swallow thickly knowing you were breaking your own rule of not making promises you couldn't keep. But you couldn’t believe otherwise, you refused to think that they hadn’t made it and you sure as fuck needed Billy to stop looking like his world was crashing down around him.

“Before I came here I… I went and found the gas station you were at. You said you were hurt and you didn’t answer back when I walkied you after and I thought… I got there and the place was full of the dead, a half-eaten corpse on the floor and I thought it was you and I-” he clamped his mouth shut firmly as his tears started again, lowering his head as he shook it lamentingly.

“After everythin’ that happened, my first thought was you and I needed to get to you. And-And I’d failed. I failed my family and I failed you and I just…” he sobbed, his shoulder shaking and you moved your hand from his to wrap your arms around him. He leaned into you, face pressing into your neck as he grabbed you tightly, his fists bunching in the back of your jacket.

“You didn’t fail anyone, Billy,” you murmured soothingly through the lump wedged in your throat.

“You coulda died back there… all alone with no one comin’ for you,” he lamented with a sniffle and you stroked his hair, closing your eyes tightly.

“But I didn’t, I’m fine. You had more important shit to be dealing with. None of this is on you,” you frowned and he moved away, shaking his head with a face that told you he didn’t believe you one bit.

“This is on me! You’ve been sayin’ since this new group came up that we should head down to the safe house but me and Frankie were too proud to admit we should leave. We let our goddamn egos get in the way, made all of you stay. This is on me because I shoulda backed you up, shoulda insisted we went down there because it was safer. And now… they got out but it don’t mean they're fine. They could have bled out in the fuckin’ truck for all I know,” he sneered at himself, wiping his face so angrily you were supposed he didn’t punch himself in the face.

You weren't sure what to say to him to make him feel better when you held the same worries. They could have been hit by a bullet or got bit on their way to the truck, anything could have happened to them.

“You can blame yourself all you want and I know you will, but I don’t blame you one bit. You did what you thought was best for the group. None of us know what's waiting for us down in Virginia, Billy. We could wind up there with nothing and be at square one all over again. The only people to blame here are the ones that caused this. The ones that were fueled by greed and violence, starting a war for no fucking reason. We can’t make sense of needless violence like that, it’s out of our hands. There's always been evil in the world but it's even worse now it's every man for himself. A wise man once told me to let go of my guilt before it buried me. That bad shit just happens and there's not a damn thing we can do to stop it. That drowning it in won’t help anyone. Those words helped me more than I think he knows and I think you should take that advice,” you insisted, eyes wide and imploring as you looked at him. He blinked at you for a moment, recognition blooming on his face at the fact he was that wise man and that you’d remembered those words he’d told you all that time ago.

“I just… I just feel like I didn’t do enough,” he whispered with a frown and you took his hand once more, making him look to your joined hands.

“I know… Trust me I get that more than anyone. But right now, we need to focus on what we can do, not the shit that's in the past that we can’t change. The others made it out, that we know. They’re out there somewhere. So we wait here until tomorrow and if they don’t turn up, we make our own way down to the safe house because that’s where Frank would go, right?” you asked him, trying to sound like you were taking charge even if you felt like you had no clue what you were doing. He nodded, the movement jerky as he once again wiped his face with his free hand. Trying to keep away from the awful fear gripping you both, you opened your bag and got out a can of mushroom soup, opening it with your pocket knife before handing it to him. He gave you a weary smile before he chugged some of it, handing it back to you for you to have some as you sat by the warmth of the fire. You tried to ignore the burning in your chest at how much you’d lost. Not just the people that you were telling yourself you would definitely find, even if it killed you, but more so the place. The safety, the sense of home. You’d left so much behind back in the cabin and it wounded you deeply to have to start again like this. You felt eyes on you, turning to see Billy watching you with a look you couldn’t place as you finished the soup. It made you feel a little self-conscious as you wiped your mouth with your sleeve.

“When I saw that body in the gas station bein’ fuckin’ munched on by the dead… it felt like someone ripped out my beatin’ heart and stuffed it right into a fuckin’ blender. I haven’t… I haven’t felt that pain since… since Maria and the kids. After the shit that went down at the cabin, all I could think about was you, that if I could find you, it’d all be okay. And then… I couldn’t even bring myself to check the body, I just thought it was you and the world stopped turnin’. And I know the others got out and I know Frank’s a tough son of a bitch, I know even if someone got hurt that he’d make sure they were okay and get ‘em all to safety. But once I thought you were dead, I felt like I’d lost everythin’. I felt like I had nothin’ left and any hope I had for everyone else just… just fuckin’ left me,” he admitted in a murmur and it made your chest ache so fiercely that it felt like it might cave in. You looked away at the weight of his gaze, toying with the empty can in your hands before glancing back at him and he was still watching you intently.

“I thought you were dead too, I thought all of you were. When I got to the cabin and saw… I was devastated, just absolutely broken. But I knew I had to check, I had to see with my own eyes. I didn’t leave until I checked every body there and each time I turned one over I felt like I might throw up because it could have been you or one of the others. I’m so sick of losing people. I’m sick of grief and guilt and loss and pain. I wanted to give up so badly, I almost did, but I forced myself to get back up. Told myself you had to be out here somewhere and I needed to find you all. That's how I wound up here… with you. And no matter what happens, no matter what we find or don’t find, we have each other,” you replied softly, uncertainty lacing your words. His hand gripped the back of your neck as he pulled you over to him, placing a firm and sweet kiss to your head before his arm snaked around your shoulders and held you to his side.

“I’m glad you're here,” he breathed, leaning his head on yours.

“I’m glad you're here too,” you smiled, despite it all.

Day Three

You and Billy got no sleep that first night after how amped up you were. The whole day had been anxiety-inducing as you both waited to see if Frank or the others turned up but no one ever came. You started to think they’d just made their way down to Virginia right from the start and tried to ignore that horrible voice in the back of your head that told you they didn’t come because something bad had happened to them. There were numerous reasons why they could have gone straight to the safe house instead of making a pit stop here. They might have had to flee in the opposite direction and thought it would be too late by the time they got here, they could have just thought it was the best move to make, knowing you or at the very least Billy would know where to find them there. Maybe someone was injured and they had to deal with that first. You really weren’t sure just why they didn’t turn up, but they hadn’t so the next day at first light, you’d shared another can of shitty soup before you headed off out. Billy didn’t have anything on him but luckily, the bag you’d grabbed had a map in it from whoever used it before you. You were grateful because otherwise you’d have to go on a quest to find one and it would eat into your time. The journey would be a long one on foot and it wasn’t like you could both travel solidly with no breaks or rest. Billy had looked at the map and picked a route, one that avoided big cities because neither of you had a death wish. The usual banter you both had was nowhere to be seen. It wasn’t exactly strained between you both but the air was heavy, pressing down between the pair of you. Things were still a little too much to deal with.

“Do you think I could wash up in the creek before we head too far out?” you asked hesitantly. You were still caked in blood and felt gross but you also didn’t want him to snap at you for wanting to be clean more than wanting to find everyone. He looked at you before nodding, a thoughtful look on his face.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll wash up too,” he murmured. You felt yourself relax that he wasn’t mad. Neither of you knew the next time you’d have the chance to get clean and you didn’t want to walk around with dried and crusted blood tugging at your skin. It was still cold but the cold bite of winter was starting to ease a little. You knew the water would be cold and with nothing to dry yourself, you’d be pretty chilly afterwards but you didn’t mind. It was a shame you didn’t bring any spare clothes, you hated putting dirty ones back on after getting clean. You both took turns much like you had in the past and you longed for the running showers that the cabin had. You hurried to get clean though, ignoring the sting of cold on your skin as you scrubbed yourself clean and then shoved your clothes back on uncomfortably. There were no cheeky remarks or playful comments this time. Billy had stood guard vigilantly and you’d done the same for him once you were done. There wasn’t time for playing around, not anymore. When both of you got clean, you set off on your journey once more. By the time night fell, your feet were on fire and your legs ached. You hadn’t dared ask for a rest and the pair of you shared a can of peaches as you walked earlier to try and keep your energy up. You were worried though. You hadn't packed too much, in a hurry to leave and find the rest of your group. You wondered if part of you hadn't thought you’d find them, you certainly hadn't packed enough food for two and you’d already gone through half of what you had. You were still in the woods and you both set up camp around some trees. It was cold enough for Billy to make a small fire, especially with you both still being damp and the air making it colder, but you were both hyper-aware of not wanting to be seen by anyone. As you both sat in front of the fire, the silence gnawed at you but you really didn’t know what to say. You were both too far in your own heads to hold a decent conversation.

“You should get some rest,” he murmured after a long while, the pair of you having some more canned peaches for dinner.

“What about you?” you asked pointedly. While yes, you were exhausted, he also looked as tired as you felt. Not only physically, but emotionally.

“We can take turns. I’ll wake you up after a bit and you can take watch,” he offered and you squinted at him, remembering the last time he’d agreed to that.

“You really better wake me this time, okay? We both need to get some sleep here or we won't get anywhere,” you warned him. He looked at you for a long moment before nodding and you had a feeling he would wake you this time because the matter of finding the others was way more important than him being chivalrous. You’d both been leaning against a large tree and not wanting to stray too far from him, you lay down right next to him, your back pressing against his legs as you lay in the dirt. You didn't have the luxury of a sleeping bag or even a blanket but you curled up, burying your face into your jacket as you closed your eyes and tried to get at least some sleep. Hours later, Billy was gently nudging you awake. It was still dark outside and you were glad he’d woken you up. You yawned before sitting up, rubbing your eyes as you leaned against the tree once more.

“You sure you don't need more sleep?” he asked as his concerned gaze pinned you in place,

“Get your ass to sleep, Russo,” you muttered, raising a brow at him that had his lips curling up a little. The sight was something to behold and your heart stilled in your chest for a moment.

“Yes, ma’am,” he smirked and you snorted with a roll of your eyes. He lay down much like you had, his back pressed against your legs and you found comfort in being so close to him like this. Your bow and arrows lay at your other side, your knife in your hand as you took guard over him as he slept. You weren’t about to get caught out, weren’t about to let anything happen to him while he slept. He was all you had left. Your eyes burned with how tired you felt but you forced yourself to stay awake and alert until the sun came up. You got out a can of tomato soup, noticing you only had one more can of fruit and one more soup until you had nothing. You knew you’d have to deviate from your planned route to try and find a store and see if they had anything. You’d also keep your eye out for any tracks you could pick up along the way.

You gently shook Billy awake, giving him a sympathetic smile as he blinked his eyes open. He hummed, nodding to himself as if trying to tell himself to get his ass up before he sat up and stretched a little with his arms above his head.

“Breakfast,” you muttered wryly, handing him the half-finished soup and he took it with a grateful smile, almost downing it in one. You’d all been spoiled for food at the cabin, even though you’d been carefully rationing it and you’d been constantly worrying about lacking in food. Now you really were lacking in food and you were kicking yourself for not bringing more with you. It was too late to dwell on it now though.

“We need to try and find a store or something soon. We don’t have much food left. I was thinking of trying to hunt a little before we head out today or even on the way. Maybe we could find something,” you suggested as you got your bag ready.

“Sounds good to me,” he nodded, giving you a small but encouraging smile. You felt yourself overwhelmed by gratitude that you weren’t alone on this journey, feeling like if you were it would be far too easy to just give up and give into the dark thoughts that seemed to always linger in the periphery of your mind.

“What?” he asked slowly and you suddenly noticed you’d just been staring at him, your cheeks flushing furiously.

“I’m just glad you’re here with me,” you admitted. He blinked at you for a moment before a bashful smile spread across his face and he took your hand, bringing it to his mouth before placing a tender kiss to it that made you feel like jello.

“I’m glad too,” he murmured, his dark eyes warm as they shone at you. It felt like all you could do was stare at him, getting sucked into the pools of obsidian as he just gazed at you.

“We should head out,” you said, looking away quickly as you realized your thoughts were heading into a territory they had no right in being. It was best to push those thoughts as far away as possible from you. He nodded, giving you a look you weren’t quite sure of before you both got up and got ready to leave.

Day Seven

“Goddamn it!” Billy yelled, angrily kicking over a stand and the sound seemed to echo off the walls of the empty store.

“Billy...” you murmured with a frown and he whirled around to face you.

“Don’t!” he warned bitingly as he pointed at you, his tone making your mouth clamp shut like a scolded child.

“We haven’t eaten in three fuckin’ days and this is the fourth store we’ve been to and it’s just… there’s nothin’ left,” he growled, raking his hands through his messy hair.

“I know you’re upset because you're hungry-” you started, once again getting cut off by the absolutely scathing look he sent your way.

“You think I’m upset ‘cause I’m hungry? I’m upset ‘cause you are! I’d be able to hear your stomach for fuckin’ miles!” he barked and you felt your cheeks heat up in shame as you lowered your head.

“We haven't been able to find a goddamn thing out there, not any animals, not any food. I don’t give a shit about food for me, I care about gettin’ somethin’ in you ‘cause you need it,” he muttered, a little less angry and now more despondent as he shook his head.

“You need to eat too,” you huffed, giving him a look. You’d forgotten what it was like to go without food for so long, only just remembering being without food for four days and how it had led you to Billy and Frank’s camp all those months ago. You’d gotten to Pennsylvania and after day four, you’d run out of food. You’d thought you’d be able to find something in the woods, even if it just wound up being a squirrel. All you’d found were the dead though and each store turned up nothing. You were worried but you tried to push on, hoping eventually you’d catch a break. It seemed like Billy was over being patient though. You knew he was feeling like a failure, you could read it all over his face. That he took some personal responsibility to take care of you and he felt like the lack of food was somehow his fault and like he wasn’t suffering too.

“Look, we can’t do shit about the store being empty. Let’s just keep going, stick to the woods and see if we can find something out there,” you said, giving him a look that told him you weren’t about to take no for an answer. With each passing day, he’d been growing more and more irritated, and while you knew it wasn’t direct at you, it made him more snappish and you were getting annoyed by it. You weren't having his personal issues cause problems for you both when you only had each other for company. It wouldn't help you both find food and it sure as fuck wouldn't help you get to Virginia. With one last look, you slipped back out of the store and walked to the tree line, not looking back but knowing he was following you.

“We’ll find something, okay?” you muttered after a while of you walking side by side. You glanced at his pensive face and he looked at you, his cold eyes softening a little as he blew out a breath and he nodded.

“Yeah,” he answered reluctantly, not sounding like he believed it much. After a few more steps, you felt him take your knife-free hand with his own and you looked to your joined hands quickly before his face. He was now looking guilty and sheepish and you knew he was feeling bad for snapping at you.

“I’m sorry for bein’ an asshole,” he frowned softly as his eyes moved back ahead of him.

“It’s fine. We’re both hungry and tired, we’re dealing with a lot. We can get through this though, right?” you raised a brow at him, a small smile toying on your lips and after a moment, a smile of his own appeared and it made you relax.

“Right,” he nodded, sounding a little more sure this time as he squeezed your hand.

You walked hand in hand for a while but eventually, you had to reluctantly untangle your hand from his as you got your bow and arrows ready, determined to find something on your way.

“Squirrel,” you murmured thoughtfully, crouching low as you inspected the tracks in the dirt. You’d been walking for a few hours now with no sign of anything but now you felt hope blooming in your chest and you tried to ignore the voice that screamed at you that hope was futile.

“That’s-That’s good,” Billy breathed, sounding hopeful himself and you shot him a smile before you stood back up. You both walked silently, him trailing behind you as you tried to track the squirrel and find it. Before long, you stopped dead, Billy stilling too, as you saw it at the bottom of a tree. While your love for animals never wavered, you’d admit the guilt you felt for killing them got less and less the longer you did it. It was just part of life now. You let your arrow fly and it hit the squirrel easily, killing it and pinning it to the tree, making you wince a little. Billy wasted no time in strolling right over, yanking the arrow out before picking up the squirrel as he gave you the most genuine smile you’d seen in days.

“Guess we got food for tonight,” he murmured wryly and you smiled. It wasn’t a lot and with the both of you needing food, you knew it would only last for dinner and nothing else. But it was better than nothing and would at least give you some energy instead of running on fumes. It wasn’t completely dark yet but with how hungry you both were, you set up camp right away with Billy making a campfire to cook the food. You demolished it in no time and it didn’t do much to quell the deep hunger that days without food had left but it did make you feel a little better and you’d take what you could get.

“Thank you,” Billy said softly after you’d both finished your food. You were licking your fingers clean as if trying to get every little bit you could when you glanced over at him.

“What for?” you asked curiously.

“The food… for not givin’ up on me and puttin’ up with my bullshit,” he scoffed with a smirk, looking a little sheepish as he twirled his knife around.

“I’ll never give up on you,” you said firmly and his eyes softened, a smile curling his lips. It made your heart pick up a little and you tried to keep your mind away from how he was making you feel. It was getting a little dangerous being one on one all the time with him like this, it was getting harder to ignore the feelings for him you had.

“Besides, I’m used to your bullshit. And Frank gave me permission to punch you once so…” you trailed off with a shrug and he snorted, looking away with a sad yet wistful look on his face and you instantly regretted your words.

“Yeah… sounds like Frankie,” he murmured wryly but you could hear the underlying hurt and you knew you’d been an idiot. Despite you both knowing exactly what this journey was about and who you were trying to find, you hadn’t outright mentioned anyone by name since you started as if to avoid the topic. You didn’t like him worrying or being hurt like this and you inwardly smacked yourself for being stupid enough to talk about Frank and opening that can of worms when you’d only just settled into a routine that didn’t involve mostly silence.

“I’ll take first watch, you get some sleep,” he said, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes on his face and you nodded, feeling guilt burrow deep inside of you.

“Goodnight,” you murmured before you curled up beside him.

“Goodnight,” he replied quietly and you frowned, closing your eyes and trying to get some sleep. You’d avoid mentioning people next time, avoid twisting the knife where you knew it lay buried in his chest. You really hoped you’d get to Virginia soon and that they’d all be there. You had no idea how you’d deal with it if they weren’t and you didn’t know if Billy could handle it. He’d been through loss before, just as you had and you didn’t want him to go through that again. Especially not when Frank was his best friend. You were terrified of what awaited you both down in Virginia and what that meant for the pair of you. You had no idea just things would play out.

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toutallyahoe · 1 year

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cold ,, swtcw

requested by: –

pairing(s): cody x male reader

word count: 1190

warnings: cursing (kriff), hints of [name] being a slut, inaccuracy of the star wars franchise (?)

a/n: if you think my only knowledge of star wars are in tcw series (im legit in s1e8 lol), through memes, and people tearing down the sequels in yt is going to stop me from writing for these bitches then... clearly you dont me at all

i only know cody in the s1e5 “rookies” and i already love him *sobs*

but anyways, dont be surprised if im horny over these fuckers. you know how i am lol

Cody let out a breath as he rubs his hands together in a pathetic attempt to warm himself. It was rather useless as no matter what he or anyone would do, it is freezing cold. Even in wearing an armor that was equipped with an enhanced heating system built in it that specializes to combat a cold and harsher climate like this one, it still was cold.

By the Maker, what he would do for a cup of hot caf (coffee) right now... or just be out of this godforsaken planet really— but, for some reason, Jedi Master Obi-wan Kenobi and Jedi Knight [Name] [Last name] were sent to scope the planet that almost had a similar terrain like the planet Orto Plutonia for something.

Why did the council even send people to a cold planet again, when the last one ended up as a bust as there were no signs of life? Cody does not know. All he knows was that the council still urges the two Jedis' to go and see if there is something to be done with the planet. And so, they brought their squad with them. Cody doesn't know if he would have preferred for him to be assigned to work with the 501st Legion at the moment or not.

Don't get Cody wrong, accompanying the Nova squad was a joy since the Nova squad wasn't as... headache-inducing to work with unlike the 501st and Cody got along with the Nova squad captain, Sixer, well enough— not to say he doesn't get along with Rex. But Sixer wasn't as... reckless as the captain of the 501st. The Nova squad was a group that could get the job done and was under General [Name].

And that was fine... for the most part.

"Commander," Cody immediately straightened his form as he saluted at the man he was happening to think.

"General," Cody greeted as he saw [Name] wave off his salute. The clone couldn't help but look at the Jedi's clothes, or for a better word, lack thereof.

"Sir, aren't you cold?" Cody couldn't help but asked as he eyed [Name] who, unlike everyone else, wasn't bundled up in clothes that were appropriate for the weather. Kriff, even General Obi-wan Kenobi was dressed up because of how cold it was! And [Name] was right here, just casually wearing his normal Jedi robes. It both made Cody worried and envious.

A deep chuckle left [Name]'s lips at that. "Cold? Not at all," [Name] said with a smile, rather amused the Jedi was like the clone commander shouldn't have asked that question. "Why? Are you cold, commander?" Cody did not miss the mischievous tone of the man. Frowning underneath his helmet, Cody sighed.

"Not everyone is blessed with genes to combat intense weather like this, sir," Cody said as he rubbed his hands again as a way to comfort and warm himself. Again, it was a futile attempt. Oh to be blessed with Zabrak-like resistance to the harsh climate and rough terrain. Cody was rather envious of [Name] right now.

"Do you need something, sir?" Cody asked, immediately trying to distract [Name] from whatever Jedi was going to say upon realizing something. Cody saw [Name]'s smile grow bigger, seeming to notice his envy, and Cody was reminded that [Name] was a Jedi... the man most definitely felt his emotions through the Force... kriff...

"Ah, nothing really," [Name] says, already knowing what the clone was doing and he seemed to feel some small mercy to not bring it up. [Name] looked at Cody and the clone commander felt a shiver down his spine. Cody was sure it wasn't from the cold weather. "Just wanted to say you look rather adorable in your snowsuit," [Name] complimented. His words would have been fine if he didn't continue. "Although you are far more adorable without it," [Name] teased as the clone froze on his spot.

Cody was rather thankful he had his helmet on as he can feel his face heat up from such a comment. Cody knew that comment was far from innocent, not from the gaze the Jedi was sent toward him. After a second of gathering his composure, it was only the that the clone commander felt a sudden horror upon the realization of what [Name] was implying and that they weren't the only ones there. Letting out a cough to gather himself, Cody looks around to make sure no one would have heard [Name]'s words as he then looked back at the Jedi and glared although it wouldn't be noticed with his helmet.

"Sir, that was highly inappropriate," Cody said as the clone can see [Name]'s amused smile at his words. "And might I remind you that General Kenobi is here?" He hissed. Cody hopes Obi-wan wasn't close by to feel in the Force... or something on whatever kriff these Jedi's had to know whatever was going on with him and [Name] because it would be both their heads if so. Cody can already feel the headache creeping in on just that thought.

"Master Kenobi left."

"... what?" Cody said dumbly as he stared at [Name] who looked amused by his genuine confusion. Since when did Obi-wan leave? And did that man seriously just leave them here on this ice of a planet??? Was that why he had heard the sound of a ship taking off earlier???

"He got called to assist Skywalker and left not too long ago, commander," [Name] had chuckled as he explained. "Did you not hear him call out to you? Master Kenobi said about you being in charge when my squad and I plan to go out to see whatever is out here later."

"My, it seems like the cold is getting to you, commander," he teased as [Name] watched Cody be embarrassed at his words as well as just not paying attention around him. He can easily sense the clone commander's embarrassment in his force signature, and it was honestly adorable. If only he can see the clone's face without that helmet.

Turning his heel, [Name] decided to go back to the tent that was set for him to occupy. "Going to rest for a bit before me and my squad goes out," [Name] said as he left. Although he paused his steps for a second to turn his head and smile at the clone commander. "I might have an idea how to warm you up though. You know where to find me, Cody."

Cody couldn't help but shudder at the Jedi calling him by name. Even after the times he gets called by his chosen name, Cody isn't used to it when it comes to [Name] calling him. Maybe it was because of how that man had said it that made the clone commander feel something indescribable every single time. It also helps [Name] call him by name most often when they are... alone...

"Ah kriff," Cody cursed as he looked in the direction where [Name]'s tent was. "Might take you on that offer, sir," Cody whispered to himself with a sigh.

#the clones makes the brain go brrr #male reader #x male reader #star wars x male reader

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writing-fanics · 2 years

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I’m kinda on the dark!morpheus train so like morpheus making deal with lucifer that if the king of dreams hands over his child [newborn] they’ll avoid going to war

y/n isn’t having it. they just break down crying as their newborn daughter is ripped out of their hands and taken to hell. being told they’ll never see their baby again

they never wept so much in their entire life. morpheus wasn’t much help saying they could make another.

Y/n: “why? so you can trade away another one of our children!”

Morpheus: “I did it for us for the dreaming. For you.”

Y/n: “For me? I didn’t even have a say in the matter.”

“You traded away our daughter for the sake of your realm.”

Y/n: “So if it were me would you trade me away, for your realm. Was our baby really that expandable?”

Y/n: “I carried her for nine months in my womb. to only have her ripped out of my arms after bringing her into this world”

Y/n starts crying Morpheus tries to comfort them but they slap his hand away.

morpheus: “y/n,”

Y/n: “just get out I can’t even look at you,”

morpheus leaves and y/n continues sobbing. it was a dark day in the dreaming all the subjects for once agreed that the king of the dreaming went too far giving away his newborn daughter to the ruler of hell.

y/n tried everything to just see their daughter once. making a deal with lucifer didn’t work. giving themselves up in their daughters place nothing worked.

y/n quickly fell into denial and depression using fake almost realistic baby dolls as if it were their own daughter nothing worked to fix the hole in their heart

morpheus didn’t seem to care one bit. that his spouse was going through a hard time. their marriage was as well they no longer shared the same bedchambers.

y/n had their own on the other side of the palace to avoid bumping into their husband.

slowly and slowly their health deteriorated and they rarely left the room. food outside door would be left untouched.

morpheus still didn’t seem to care. it wasn’t until Death arrived in the dreaming.

all she held in her hand was the wedding ring that belonged on y/n’s finger. morpheus just knew.

[a/m: I was going to make this darker like really dark like have morpheus get news his baby died while in Hell. and him tell y/n and them just snapping basically like Lyta does in the comic]

[a/n: oooh, lyta summoned the fates because of that because Lyta thought morpheus stole Daniel. ooh y/n summoning the fates on their own husband justifiable because man sold their newborn child]

i legit feel like I should write this but it’s probs the darkest thing I’ve written

honestly I might make the ending towards where y/n is like

“fuck you, I hate you,” throws the wedding ring at him and leaves never coming back

not caring they March right up to lucifer and tell them that they don’t care what happens to them they just want their baby back now and right now.

if they don’t then all hell will break loose lucifer of course doesn’t believe her and y/n whips out the fates.

they cause havoc in hell and y/n reunited with their baby. sees morpheus and u wanna know what they do spit in his face

then walks out of hell with their baby in their arms. breaking all ties with morpheus and using a protective charm to make sure he never finds them and comes near them ever again

[yeah imma do this ending]

#fanfic #x reader #angst #headcanons #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #morpheus x y/n

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alltoolewis · 2 years

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The moment we waited for- Ben Chilwell 🤍

When I tell you I sobbed when I seen his number come up 😥 So happy to see him back on the pitch & I can't wait for next season when he proves all the haters wrong once again! I also opted for a pic instead of my usual gifs as this holiday pic legit knocked me out 🤍

Thank you so much to the very kind anom who sent this in! I hope you love it as much I enjoyed writing it for you! & thank you for keeping my chilly content alive I missed writing for him so much! 💜

Request: what about you're super excited for the last game of the season bcs of the chance Ben might have some play time again and when he finally plays again you are over the moon. The moment they are letting family and friends on the field you are waiting for your turn and when you finally can you rush into Bens arms, not even caring that pictures might be taken as you just can't contain how happy and proud you are of him. The moment hilariously interrupted when mason comes to claim he is the one who won the price and should receive the hugs

"When is it going to happen..?" You sigh, glancing up the timer to see there were only 5 minutes of the game left & still no sign of your boyfriend coming onto the pitch. "I'm sure it'll be soon.." Alex smiled, wrapping her arm around you "I don't think Tuchel would get our hopes up for nothing!"

You knew you shouldn't have got your hopes up when you heard that Ben would be on the bench for the last match.. but how could you not when you saw him work his arse off for the last couple of months for this moment! If anyone would of told any of you that there was a chance Ben could make his return this season after the injury he had you would of called there bluff! But somehow here you were... waiting patiently for number 21 to be called up on the big screen.

"Oh wait..! He's moving" Alex screeched as Ben got up off the bench, eyes trailing him every step of the way as he spoke to the rest of the team before taking off his bib, indicating the moment was actually going to happen!

'Please make some noise for our next substitute making his way onto the pitch number 21! Ben Chilwell'

The stadium shook with cheers and applause as Ben jogged back onto the famous Stamford bridge pitch, giving the rest of the team a quick hug before getting into his well-earned position. Not being able to handle it any longer you burst into tears, causing Alex to wrap you in her arms "omg honey what's wrong?... I thought you'd be happy..."

"I am.." You sobbed, pulling out of her grasp as you continued to watch him for the remaining couple of minutes of the game "I'm just so proud of him.. seeing him out there right now.. I-its just too much!"

"You're so sweet.." Alex gushed, keeping her arm around you as you placed your head on her shoulder both of you in awe as the final whistle blows. You wanted to scream and cheer along with the other fans but all you could do was silently cry, not believing that the moment you and Ben both hoped for the last couple of months actually came true! & you couldn't be any prouder!

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The second the families were given the call that they could come down you sprinted down to the tunnel, impatiently waiting for your turn to be let out there! All you wanted right now was to be in his arms and nothing was going to stop you from doing so.

Pointing you out, Reece tapped Ben on the shoulder signalling him that you were on your way. But nothing could have warned him as you pounced in his arms, almost tipping the both of you over "Well hello there..." Ben laughed, wrapping your legs around his waist as he let you cling on to him "What's got you so happy?"

"I'm so proud of you right now Benji.." You cried into his neck ignoring his question, causing his heart to break. He knew how much the moment meant to you, you were his rock at the end of the day. Nobody stayed by his side as long as you had with his recovery... he owed you everything!

"Hey, hey... stop these tears baby.." Ben cooed, lifting your chin up to look at him "You're going to set me off!" Not being able to say anything else, you place your lips to his, ignoring the many cameras that were around the pitch or the lingering eyes of the fans... nothing else mattered but him!

"Urghh love birds calm down!" Mason chirped up from behind you, his player of the year trophy in one hand as he held summer with his other "There are kids present!" Laughing Ben put you down, giving summer a small wave before shooting his best friend a glare! "Why to ruin the moment Mase!"

"Sorry, bro!" Mason laughed, letting summer down to play with the rest of the children as he turned his attention back on you "Hey (y/n)… where's my smooch? I'm the one who just won the best prize of the season... this guy only played 3 minutes" He joked, laughing as Ben shoved him playfully. One thing you loved about Mason since you met him was how natural his relationship was with Ben.. no matter how many times they winded each other up or bicker they always remained brothers! "Watch it you!" Ben hissed "Or you'll be the next one to miss most of the season!"

"Don't think I'll be allowed to give you a smooch Mase.." You giggled, pulling out of Ben's grip to wrap your arms around Mason "A hug will have to do I'm afraid.."

"Awww it'll do, but I was hoping for one of your famous kisses!" Mason pouted, shooting you a wink "Look how happy they make little Chilly!" He laughed, pointing out Ben's very obvious hard-on as he tried his best to hide it from the cameras. His words however didn't go unnoticed as laughter erupted around you, all of the squad teasing Ben as his face flushed pink.

"I'm going to fucking kill you..." Ben groaned, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before darting after Mason. Leaving you in hysterics in the middle of the pitch.

"Thank you..." You heard a soft voice come up from behind, turning around to find a smiling Tuchel. "I should be the one saying that.." You giggled, wrapping your arms around him "Thank you for giving him the moment we all were waiting for, you don't know how special it is to us..."

"He deserves it.." Tom beamed, letting you lean into his side "You all do! He couldn't of done it without you (y/n)..." The rest of the evening was filled with nothing but love and happiness as you all celebrated Ben's return and the incredible season Chelsea had. But the one thing that mattered most to you was your boy was home...

were he belonged!

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell one shot #laurawrites #ben chilwell story #ben chilwell blurbs #chelsea #Ben chilwell blurb

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