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joshhutchersonsgf · 2 months

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I LOVED YOUR FIC so much!!!! would totally love to see a fic written in your style with a slightly possessive mike? maybe someone's flirted with you at the bar... or an ex has hit you up and he's trying to hide how possessive he is but it comes out anyway? protective/posessive mike just makes my brain go BRRRRRRRRRRR <33

I LOVE THIS SUGGESTION SO MUCH, THANK YOU !!!

also i’m so sorry this took so long to post, it took way longer than expected to write

even though mike didn’t have much, he absolutely loved spoiling you. him constantly giving you gifts, taking you shopping (you always felt bad for making him buy you anything), and dates every free day he had wasn’t uncommon for your relationship.

even if the dates weren’t anywhere expensive, most nights just spending the night and cuddling while watching movies, you enjoyed every moment with mike. he knew exactly how to treat you, and he was such a gentleman.

tonight, mike wanted to show you how much he really cared about you (as if it wasn’t obvious enough) and saved up every extra penny he could to take you out to your favorite restaurant.

he adored seeing your face light up when he told you the plan, and watched as you hurriedly rushed to your room to get ready.

when you came out of your room finally dressed, mike stared at you in awe. “baby, you look.. you look so beautiful” he says, eyes wide and fumbling with his hands awkwardly.

you thought it was always so cute how nervous mike got around you. you guys have been dating for a while now, but he still is just as nervous with you as he was at the beginning of the relationship.

you weren’t shy to admit how amazing mike looked. he had on a black button up with nice, formal pants. his hair looks like he styled it (or tried to), and you thought it was adorable. you smiled widely at him, going over and pulling on his arm.

“come onnnn we’re gonna be late!” you say, pulling him to the front door.

you and mike arrive at the restaurant, and are seated fairly quickly. mike offers to buy you two a drink before your orders are taken, and you happily agree.

when the waiter comes by to take your order, mike notices how weird he’s acting with you. mike usually pays no mind to men like him, knowing his girlfriend is obviously a beautiful woman and expected her to get attention. but something was different about him. the waiter wasn’t just trying to take your order, he was obviously flirting with you right in front of him! how could you not realize?

after the waiter is done “just taking both of your orders”, mike has this expression on his face.

“what?” you ask, completely oblivious to what could have caused the look on mike’s face.

“are you joking? that guy was obviously just flirting with you.” he mumbles, his eyes looking a darker shade in the lighting of the restaurant.

you can’t help but laugh at mikes reaction, not expecting to see him so jealous. in fact, now that you’re thinking about it, you have never seen mike jealous. why was he suddenly so upset?

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, mike. it’s his job to talk to us.” you say, not breaking eye contact. mike furrows his eyebrows, and looks at you for a moment, a mix of anger and confusion on his face.

“did you really not notice that he was only talking to you? he barely even looked at me when he asked what i wanted, he was too busy being completely memorized by you.” he says, louder than he meant to.

you stare at him, completely dumbfounded. you never thought he would be so jealous over a simple conversation. i mean it was just a simple conversation, right? why would that guy flirt with you? you were sure he just wanted some extra money.

“look, mikey, im really sorry. let’s not let this ruin our night, okay?” you whisper, not wanting to draw any attention to your table.

mike sighs and looks down, realizing he hurt you. he would never hurt you on purpose, of course. he just got upset. how could a guy just flirt with his girl right in front of him? he looks back up to meet your gaze, giving you a soft smile.

it was hard for mike to communicate his true feelings, he wanted to apologize, and you knew that. you returned his smile and dinner continued on like normal.

mike always tried his best for you. you knew how stressed he was, always thinking that he wasn’t enough, so you had to constantly reassure him that the dinner was perfect. his cheeks didn’t change from a light shade of pink, and you thought it was the cutest.

when the waiter brought the bill, though, you seriously thought mike was going to flip the table. the waiter handed you the receipt, but mike grabbed it before you did, taking it from the waiters grasp. mike looked down at the bill and cocked an eyebrow. he looked up at the waiter and before he could say anything, you cut him off.

“—mike please, just leave it. let’s go home.” you beg, already putting your stuff in your bag and standing up.

mike crinkled the bill in his hand and slowly stood up, not breaking eye contact with the waiter. the tension in the room was so thick, you felt as if you were suffocating. you quickly grabbed mike’s hand and thanked the waiter, telling mike to pay so you could just leave.

after mike paid the bill, you both walked back to the car. you were gripping his hand, reminding him that you did not want him to show out today. before you could even get to the car, mike pulled your arm back, stopping you from going any farther.

“what?” you say with an annoyed tone. when you look up to meet his eyes, you suddenly feel nervous you said the wrong thing. mike’s eyebrows are furrowed, and his face looks hurt in the dark light of the parking lot.

“what?” mike retorts, before looking back and the ground. he takes his hand away of yours and shoves them in the pockets of his suit pants, continuing to walk in the direction of the car.

“mike, can you stop for five seconds and explain to me what the fuck happened?” you whisper-yell, nervous people will hear you two fighting outside the restaurant.

mike stops in his tracks and slowly turns around, still staring at the ground.

“the bill had his number written on it.” he says under his breath, barely audible.

“what?” you question, genuinely not understanding.

“the bill had his fucking number on it.” mike says, more aggressively this time.

“so?” you ask, not seeing what the big deal about it is.

“he wanted you to call him,” he spits back at your words.

“the bill said that?” you question.

“why do you have to ask so many questions about it? do you want him that bad?” mike snapped, taking his hands out of his pockets and running them through his hair. his face was red, and he looked so stressed.

“mike, do you even hear yourself? you know i don’t like him. i don’t like anyone but you. just because someone’s nice to me doesn’t mean they like me. can you please just drive us home? i’m so over your bullshit.” you argued. you had no idea what’s gotten into mike, but it was really worrying you.

you walked to the car and opened the door, not even bothering to look back and see if he was following behind you. you got inside the car and buckled your seat belt, and mike got in not too long after.

most of the car ride home was in complete silence. you looked out the window while mike drove (definitely over the speed limit, but you were too upset to scold him about it).

only a few minutes into the ride, you feel mike’s hand snake up your thigh. that’s usually where his hand is while he’s driving anyway, but you didn’t expect him to want to touch you while he was in this mood.

the silent car ride gave you time to actually collect your thoughts and think even though it was hard to form thoughts when mike’s hand was on your thigh. although you don’t think you were in the wrong, you definitely think you could have handled it much better. but did mike have to get so angry? and why did it bother him as much as it did? you never thought your boyfriend would be that upset over a guy flirting with you.

when you pull into the driveway, mike just sits there for a second, only taking out the keys of the ignition then putting his hand right back on your thigh. you wondered if this was one of his ways to apologize.

after what felt like hours sitting in the silence of his car, you finally decide that if neither of you do something, you will be sitting here for a whole lot longer.

you gather your stuff and open the door, slamming it hard. you winced at the sound, thinking mike would tell you off, but he just sat in the car, deep in thought. you kind of wished he would get out after you, apologizing and beg for your forgiveness, but you knew he would be more stubborn than that.

before you can even shut the door, mikes shoe sticks in between the crack of the door. you open it back again slowly, and when mike walks in after you, you don’t get very far before he (lightly) pushes you up against the wall. you gasp, your heart beginning to race in your chest. mike’s hands grab your waist, and pulls himself closer towards you.

his mouth is only inches away from yours, and suddenly you’re forgetting all about the argument only minutes earlier. you’re nervous for his next move, so you decide to just close the gap between the both of you. you felt his breath hitch against you.

you can’t deny how badly you’ve wanted to kiss him all night. he looked so good when he dressed up. you always thought he looked hot but seeing him try on his appearance never fails to have you falling for him all over again.

mike deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, and when you part your lips and gasp, he takes that as his chance to stick his tongue inside.

mike loved being gentle with you, you were his perfect girl after all, and he didn’t want to hurt you in any way. but tonight, mike wanted to show you that you were his. no one else could have you.

mike pulled away from your lips and latched onto your neck, swirling his tongue and sucking on your sweet spot, not missing any moan that came out of your mouth.

while mike was marking up your neck, you begin to run your fingers through his hair. you knew how much he loved it, and you wanted him to know you were enjoying this. you couldn’t even remember why you were ever upset with him in the first place. how could you be upset with a man that knew how to make you feel so good?

while you were lost in thought, mike put his knee between your legs, pinning you against the wall. before you could say anything, mike went back up to your mouth and started kissing you again, more needy this time.

without thinking, you began to roll your hips down on mike’s knee, moaning against his mouth. mike it take full control of the kiss now, bringing his hands up to hold your boobs.

“fuck, mike,” you moan against his lips, and he starts to fondle your boobs through your clothes. wanting more, you grab his hand and bring it down between your legs, begging for his touch.

“you needed my touch that much, angel?” he questions, almost taunting you. you whine in response, but that only makes it worse, as he hasn’t even touched you yet. he only begins running his hand up and down your thigh, stopping right before he gets where you need it most.

he goes back to what he was doing and continues kissing your neck and collar bones, leaving marks that you know you’ll have to hide tomorrow.

mike finally puts his hand on you, feeling how wet you are through your underwear.

“shit, baby. you’re so wet,” he mumbles against your collarbone, slowly circling your clit with his fingers. you start bucking your hips into his hand, subtly telling him you need more.

mike begins circling your clit quicker with his middle and ring finger, and you’re already coming undone.

mike takes his hand out from between your legs and turns you around, unzipping your dress slowly. he continues to kiss the back of your neck, leaving lingering kisses on your upper back. his antagonizing pace causes you to whine, and he stops unzipping your dress completely. “are you impatient baby?” mike asks, his breath tickling your neck.

“please hurry mike, i don’t want to wait any longer.”

mike takes off your dress and flips you back around, not wasting any time to immediately start kissing you again. mike pulls you off the wall and takes his hands off your hips, moving backwards trying to find the couch. when his hand touches the cushion, he pushes you down onto it and crawls over you.

“don’t know how badly i’ve wanted to do this,“ mike says, kissing down your body until he got where you needed it most. “can i please eat you out baby? wanna show you how much you mean to me” he begs.

no matter how many times you guys did anything even remotely sexual, mike would always make sure you were okay with it. even though he knew you would say yes, he felt like he had to check with you to make sure everything was okay first.

after you give him a yes, he wasted no time pulling your underwear down.

earlier, he wanted to tease you. he wanted to take his precious time unzipping your dress, kissing your neck, kissing you. but now, he needed to taste you.

after pulling your underwear off your legs, he puts his face between them, and is inches away from your pussy.

“please, mikey.” you beg, anticipation in your voice.

like those were his magic words, he immediately dove in and started swirling his tongue around your clit.

your hands quickly go to his hair, lightly tugging on the ends. mike moans against your clit, flicking his tongue on it roughly.

“shit.. oh my god mike,” you moan loudly.

he started running his tongue up and down your folds, from your hole to your clit. you couldn’t control the moans that were coming out of your mouth, and you realized how lucky you were you both had the house to yourselves.

mike put his hands under your ass and pulled you closer to him, his nose directly on your sensitive bundle of nerves. you wrapped your legs around his head and tugged at his hair again, and he moaned against you. he moved one of his hands away from your ass and circled your hole with his middle finger. you bucked your hips up towards his hand, and he smiled against you.

“what do you want, baby?” mike questioned, knowing he was getting on your nerves.

“you know what i want, mike. please.” you begged, and he clearly didn’t take that as the right answer, because he didn’t do anything.

“hmm.. i don’t think i know what you want, you’ll have to use your words,” mike says, circling his tongue around your hole, where you desperately needed his fingers.

“shit, mike. i want your fingers inside of me. now.” you whine, hoping he shows mercy on you.

mike doesn’t want to torture you any longer, so he slowly (very slowly) slides his middle finger inside of you. he lets you adjust for a moment before curling it against your sensitive spot, and begins to lap your clit again.

mike gives you a time to adjust to his finger before adding a second, not going as slow this time. you arch your back against the couch and squeeze his head between your thighs. his name continuously falls from your lips, and you feel like you’re on cloud 9. with the feeling of his tongue on your clit with his fingers curling inside of you, its all just too much.

you feel your eyes begin to swell with tears due to the overstimulation. mike starts pumping his fingers in and out at a quickening pace, and your moans are only getting louder.

mike must realize your close, because he slowly stopped fucking you with his fingers and moves his mouth off your clit. the tears that were previously on the verge of falling ran down your cheeks, and you begged him to continue.

“i want you to cum on my dick, is that okay?” mike asks, making sure he has your consent.

you wondered if he thought you would ever really say no to that. you would never turn down the opportunity to have him inside of you, let alone after denying your orgasm.

“please, mike. you don’t know how much i need that.”

mike wastes no time pulling down his pants, causing his dick to come up and hit his stomach. he whimpered quietly at the impact, barely audible.

you sat up slightly on the couch and started unbuttoning mike’s button up while he jerked himself off.

“look at what you do to me,” mike says, indicating how hard his dick is. you looked down, and it looked beautiful. you weren’t sure if that was the right word to describe a dick, but you couldn’t think of a more fitting word for his. he was so big, and his dick was leaking precum at the tip. it was hard and throbbing, and you were practically drooling all over yourself just by looking at it.

“fuck,” mike moaned, “do you like what you see?” he says, smiling at you.

you bring your hand down to your clit, and start to touch yourself at the sight in front of you. he really did look so good. with his hand fisting his cock and shirt unbuttoned, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, you were sure you could cum from the sight alone.

“shit, baby, i need to be inside of you” mike says, and you both moan in unison.

mike lines his dick up with your hole, teasing you. he put his head in your neck and whined as he put his tip in. you sighed, feeling yourself stretch out to fit his length.

mike sat there for a moment with only his tip inside of you, breathing heavily against your neck.

“you’re so fucking tight.. jesus christ.” mike moans, pushing more inside of you. you will admit, the stretch hurt a lot. but it was a good hurt.

when mike was about halfway inside of you, he started to move his dick back and forth, slowly.

“mike— fuck, please don’t tease me.” you beg, desperate for his dick to be all the way inside of you, touching the spot inside of you that you needed to be touched most.

his thrusts were slow and sensual, and even though you loved how well he was stretching you out, you needed him. all of him. he continued his shallow thrusts into you, kissing your neck.

his lazy thrusts started getting more intense as he pushed all the way inside of you, completely bottoming out against you.

“you take me so, so well” mike whined against your skin. you moaned in reply, and hooked your legs behind his back, pulling him closer. he started humping into you at a quickening pace, and you arched your back off the couch.

“you feel—god, you feel so good inside of me, mike!” you moan loudly.

“no one can..fuck ..” mike starts, cutting himself off with a whine when he feels you clench around him. “no one can make you.. feel like this.. only me.” he grunts. he pushes himself up to where his forehead is against yours, lips almost touching.

“only you, mike.. god i—” he cuts you off with a kiss, and brings his hand up to your chest and starts to fondle one of your nipples. you put your hand against your pussy to rub fast circles on your clit.

you pull your mouth off his and look up at him. he looked so beautiful right now, you were in complete awe. his eyebrows were furrowed, and his bottom lip was between his teeth. his sweaty hair was curling against his forehead and he had tears at the brims of his eyelids.

“mike.. im gonna cum!” you whimper loudly, and he braces his hands on your waist. he thrusts fast and hard into you, and before you know it, you’re cumming on his dick. your orgasm hits like a wave, and you’re moaning so loud, you were sure the neighbors could hear. your back is arched off the couch and your legs are shaking against mike. your moaning his name like a prayer as you come down from your high, and not long after, mike is cumming too. he pulls out and cums all over you. your boobs, your stomach, your thighs, everywhere.

you both stay still for a moment, catching your breaths. mike sits up against the couch and grabs your hand.

“oh my god, that was amazing.” mike says before getting up to get a towel.

he comes back and immediately starts cleaning you up, wiping you from all of his (and your own) cum.

aftercare with mike was always heavenly. he would lay with you for a moment, allowing you to catch your breath, then get up and run a warm bath for the both of you. after that, you would lay in his arms until the both of you fell asleep. ♡

#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #derek danforth smut #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddys movie #fnaf #josh futturman #josh hutcherson is my man #josh hutcherson smut #mike schimdt x reader #joshhutchersonsgf #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt smut #michael afton smut #michael afton #michael afton x reader #five nights at freddy’s movie #fnaf movie #fnaf fanfic

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diqnbaus · 11 months

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Let You Break My Heart Again (Part 2)

Paring: Miles Morales x fem!reader

Summary: Your attempts to avoid Miles have worked. Until it’s time for his dad’s promotion party. That’s it lowkey. The next part will have more I promise. This is also at the beginning of ATSV so you’ve been warned.

Category: Not sad but not happy??

A/n: im soryr im so tired and I wasn’t even planning on writing another part but I felt badly. Also ik think chapter isnt as good as the first but I’ve rewritten in three thousand times and have two drafts. This is the one I like more.

No matter how upset you were, no matter hard you tried to ignore Miles; there was no getting out of this. You had to go to Miles’ dad’s promotion party. Worst case scenario, you saw Miles and he tried to talk to you again. Best case scenario, you don’t see him and get free pizza from the party.

Either way, you were going. After all, you were mad at Miles. Not his dad.

So that was how you found yourself here, on the roof that was filled with people you didn’t know, trying to fit as much free food onto your plate while simultaneously trying to avoid eye contact with anyone who might start a conversation.

Unfortunately, you were unsuccessful in your attempts. Mrs. Morales soon approached you, just as you were stuffing your face with one of the cookies from your plate.

“I know the cookies are good, but please don’t choke,” Mrs. Morales says, smiling softly.

“Mhsis Mowawwes,” you swallow the cookie before trying again. “Mrs. Morales! This party is wonderful, and so are the cookies, obviously.”

“Thank you, I bought them myself,” she chuckles. “Have you seen Miles anywhere? He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. He has the cake.”

“The cake? That’s the most important part of a party. No I haven’t seen him, sorry.”

She sighs, “that’s okay. That boy is always late to everything. I need to start telling him to get there twenty minutes before they actually start, then maybe he’d be on time.”

“Maybe you’ll only have to tell him to get there,” you check your watch, “thirteen minutes before it starts. He’s walking in right now.”

“Ugh, y/n you’re a lifesaver! I’m going to talk some sense into that boy,” she says while heading in his direction.

“Yep,” you mumble to yourself before eating another cookie and finding a quieter corner that you could sit in.

Your peacefulness didn’t last long, as after the fight Miles had with his parents, they went to find you.

“Y/n! Just the person we needed!” Mr. Davis said as they approached you.

“We were wondering if you would go talk to Miles. I’m sure you heard what happened earlier,” Mrs. Morales said.

“It was kind of hard not to,” Mr. Davis mumbled.

Ignoring her husband, she continued, “We really think something is bothering him, and he won’t talk to us. So maybe he would talk to you?”

“Oh I don’t really know, he didn’t really seem in the mood to talk to anyone,” you reply awkwardly, trying to get out of the conversation. The aforementioned worst case scenario was upon you.

“Please? It would double as my promotion present; as you didn’t get me one,” Mr. David said, confrontationally.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know I had to get you one,” you replied, panicked.

“I’ll only forgive you if you go talk to Miles,” he says sweetly before his wife turns him around and harshly whispers to him. Something about “manipulating” and “poor girl,” while you just sat there confused.

Finally when they turned back toward you, you told them you would do it.

“Thank you so much y/n,” Mrs. Morales says while ushering you towards the exit of the roof.

“Yes, thank you. The door should be unlocked. But if it isn’t, there’s a spare key under the mat,” Mr. Davis says as you reach the exit.

“That’s not very safe,” you reply, a little unnerved. You have to talk to Miles about that later. Maybe. If you felt like it.

“Oh please! I’m not the police chief yet, I can still be a little crazy now and then. Plus I change up the spot every other year, so we should be fine,” he says, ushering you out the door.

“Thanks again!” They say in unison, just before the door closes. You sigh before making your way down the many stairs, to the apartment.

Sure enough, the door is unlocked. But just to make sure he wasn’t joking, you checked under the mat and found the key. Huffing, you stand back up and make your way into the apartment towards Miles’ room.

“Miles! We need to talk about a few things. Starting with your dad’s key placement…” you trail off after opening the door to Miles’ room to see him and Gwen looking at his shelf full of his ‘action figures.’ This was the worser case scenario. Worster? Worsest? It doesn’t matter. This was bad.

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader #spiderman #sorry

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bloatedandalone04 · 3 months

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In The Way I Need You | Part 7

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➪in which clay tries to make amends with you, and you become even closer with joey.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 4.6k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Clay tried to bathe Joey as quickly as he could, because he knew you could walk out at any second. He wouldn’t be surprised if you skipped out on your payment again tonight and left while he was getting Joey ready for bed. He wouldn’t even blame you.

“Goodnight, buddy,” he said softly as he kissed Joey’s forehead. “I love you.”

He was asleep before Clay even left the room, making him tug off his tie with shaky fingers as he quickly headed towards the stairs.

God, he hoped you stayed. You didn’t say you would, but you also didn’t leave right away like he was sure you were going to. That was a good sign, right?

When he descended the stairs and saw you still sitting on the couch, he let out a sigh of relief before entering the room and moving to sit next to you, making sure to leave some space between you. “I’m happy you stayed,”

You trace the tip of your tongue along the backs of your upper teeth, and Clay struggled to keep his eyes locked on yours as you say, “I thought about leaving as soon as you went upstairs,”

Your confession, though it was one he expected, still had him feeling awful about what he did and said about you. “I’m really sorry,” he started. “I didn’t mean those things I said about you to my mother. It’s just…she’s..” He wasn’t sure where he was trying to go with this, and you clearly weren’t in the mood for excuses as you huffed and reached for your bag again.

“I get it. You don’t want your mom finding out you kissed the babysitter because she probably thinks of me as just a kid. Maybe you both do,” you mumbled and stood up. “Let’s just both be professional until I can find another job.”

Clay’s eyes widened at that as he stood up quickly, too. “What? You’re looking for another job?” When you nod at him, he asks, “Why?”

You laugh and place your bag onto your shoulder again. “I obviously can’t keep working for you since we went way over the professional aspect of our relationship. And you think I’m just some immature kid,” you bitterly recall the conversation he had with his mom yesterday. “I’m twenty, so nothing can happen between us, right?”

Clay closed his eyes tightly at the reminder of all the lies he said in order to get his mother off his case. He didn’t mean any of it, he just needed to say something that would give him time to think things through, and he knew now that he did want you. He knew that before, he just didn’t know what to do about it. “No,” he answered and you squint your eyes at him. “I like you, Y/n. I have since the minute I met you.”

You look away from him quickly and cross your arms. “We don’t know anything about each other, Clay,” you point out, but he was just happy you didn’t call him Mr. Beresford again.

“I want to know everything about you,” he said and watched with guilty eyes as you tense up a bit in a way to guard yourself from him. He hated it, but he understood why you were so hesitant around him right now.

When you finally meet his gaze, you sigh, “Clay,”

“I mean it,” he promised and sat back down again. He looked up at you as things were completely in your control at the moment, and you both knew it. “You’re not a kid, and I don’t think you’re immature. You’re actually one of the most mature people I’ve ever met.”

You drop your arms to your sides as you ask, “Then why did you say all of that stuff to your mom about me? And don’t give me some dumb excuse, or else I’ll leave right now,”

Clay nodded quickly, “My mother has always been really protective over me and who I give my heart to since it hasn’t worked properly for most of my life. When I met Joey’s mom, I didn’t think things through and I rushed that relationship, leaving me a single dad before I even reached my thirties,”

Your hard gaze softens and you sit down next to him again, unknowingly giving him more confidence to continue his embarrassing backstory.

“She tried to warn me about marrying her and starting a life with her since she was so sure Sam just wanted me for money. Then she got pregnant and stayed with me for about twelve more months after that and then I never saw her again,” he hated talking about Sam since the signs were so clearly there, he just never realized them until it was too late. It made him feel like an idiot for ever thinking she truly loved him. “I was depressed for months after and I had to take care of Joey by myself for the most part. My mom had to watch me spiral for a long time before I finally realized that Sam wasn’t coming back. I know she doesn’t want me to go back to how I was when Sam left me. She’s more protective over my heart than I am, but you already knew that since she told you about my condition less than an hour after meeting you.”

A small, barely-there smile forms on your lips before you look away and play with the bracelet on your wrist. “I know she’s protective over you, Clay,” you agree. “But that doesn’t explain why you said all that stuff about me. You sounded so serious when you said that us falling asleep together will never happen again and that nothing is going on between us when I thought there was.”

“There is,” he stated firmly, glancing down when he felt your knee brush against his. “There is something between us. I only said there wasn’t because I don’t want to have my mother be so invested in another relationship of mine. Maybe she was right about the first one, but I know what I want now. It’s you.”

Clay watches as a blush forms on your face before you break eye contact again. “How am I supposed to believe you?” You ask and Clay thinks about it for a second before he gets up, making you glance over at him.

“Stay here,” he requested, waiting until you gave him a confused nod before going back upstairs and walking straight to his nightstand. He grabbed the sticky note you had left for him the first night you babysat Joey before quickly heading back down. When he walked back into the living room, he saw how your pretty eyes gazed up at him in interest as he sat next to you again. “Here.”

He holds out the note and watches as realization takes over your features and how your lips curve up into a smile. “For the coolest kid’s dad,” you read the note after taking it from him, holding it as if it was the most fragile letter you’ve ever read. “You kept it.”

“It’s been stuck to my alarm clock since the first night you watched Joey,” he said and was powerless to fight the grin that formed on his lips when you turned your head to look over at him.

“I can’t believe you kept it,” you murmur in disbelief.

Clay had initially felt dumb for keeping it, since it was just a simple note you left him alongside the dinner you set aside for him, but the look you were giving him right now had him feeling nothing short of amazing. He was glad he went back for it after he threw it away when he came to the realization that he was into you. “Well, it meant a lot to me at the time,” he shrugged. “Means a lot to me now. And so do you.”

Your eyes stared into his as if you were trying to figure out if he was being truthful or not. He knew he was, and so did you as after you set the note aside, you take his hand in your smaller one and give him a conflicted smile. “Okay, so I guess I believe you,”

Clay laughed and ran this thumb along your knuckles. “Good, because I have and will always take you and us seriously,”

Your smile grows as you ask, “So we’re doing this?”

He laces his fingers with yours and nods. “We’re doing this,” he confirmed and leaned back against the couch, pulling you with him. You snuggle against his side and rest your head on his chest as your fingers play with his. “And I mean it, I want to know everything about you.”

You smile up at him. “Like what?”

Clay shrugged, “I don’t know, anything. What’s your favorite food? Color? What pet did you have growing up?”

Laughing loudly, you turn and pull your hand out of his so you can drape his arm around your shoulders instead. “Wow, those questions are very personal,” you tease as you tangle your fingers with his again. “Food…probably pizza, shocker, I know. Color, blue. And my parents never let me get a pet when I was a kid. Unless you count a fish I won at a fair I went to with my friend and her family that my mom flushed as soon as I walked through the door.”

Clay raised his brows as he tried to hold back a smile. “Wow, uh,” he trailed off. “Poor fish?”

You shake your head, “Poor fish,”

Clay kind of wanted to ask you about your family, but from what he already knew about them, you’re not close anymore. They were the reason you moved to Brooklyn by yourself, and were the reason you had to fend for yourself for most of your life.

He’ll let you tell him more about them if and when you’re ready to.

The time passed by quickly after that, and just as you lean up to kiss him, the front door opens and closes, and Clay sighs as he hears his mother’s footsteps ascend the stairs.

You stand up quickly and grab your bag again as you move a few feet away. Lilith enters the living room a few seconds later and looks between the two of you with an unreadable expression, and her brows raise as Clay stands up as well. “Hi, Mrs. Beresford,” you greet her with a small smile, and Clay was grateful for the fact that you didn’t force him to announce that you and he are…together? Is that what you were? Unofficially, of course, but you knew you wanted each other, and that was enough for now.

Fuck, he hasn’t even asked you out on a date yet.

That will be next on his to do list.

“Hello, Y/n,” she says back and looks over at Clay. “Have you been home long, sweetheart?”

He knew what she was doing. She was trying to see if you and him had been talking for long before she got home, and he refused to give in and prove her right. “No, only a few minutes,”

He’d been home for well over an hour now, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Yeah, I was just leaving,” you add and step around her. “I got an early morning tomorrow.”

Lilith nodded as Clay moved to stand next to you after discreetly grabbing the sticky note and putting it in his pocket. “I’ll walk you out,” he offered and watched as you fought off a smile all the way down to the front door. “So…early morning tomorrow? Is that true or are you secretly a really good liar?”

You reach the bottom of the stairs and turn to him with a tight smile. “It’s actually true,” you tell him and he notices that you weren’t smiling like you were a minute ago. You looked nervous as you added, “I have a job interview tomorrow.”

That wiped Clay’s smile off his own face as he stepped closer to you. “Oh,”

“I can cancel it,” you quickly say but he shakes his head.

“No, you don’t have to,” he said back, taking your hands in his. “I want you to keep babysitting, but I also don’t want you to feel weird about me paying you now that we’re…you know.”

“Oh, you can’t pay me anymore, Clay,” you inform him. “I refuse to receive payments from the guy I’m seeing, or…whatever.”

Clay laughed, “Okay, so…go to that interview then,”

You tug on his hands a bit as you walk backwards towards the door. “I’ll miss you and Joey too much if I get a new job, though,”

Clay hummed, the smile returning to his lip at your words. “Okay….well, I can usually handle the kid just fine on my own in the mornings, so maybe you can ask for the day shift? Then you can hang out with Joey after. Or maybe find a weekend job? Eitherway, Joey and I would miss you, too, if we didn’t get to see you as often as we do now.”

You smile your pretty smile up at him before you both lean in and close the distance. Clay’s hands grip onto either side of your face while yours trail up his back before gripping his neck and pulling him closer to you. He felt his heartbeat quicken at the small noise you made as he pressed you against the door, and he knew he would be playing it on repeat until he saw you again.

Your fingers tangle in his hair as you pull away but keep your face close to his. “I should go,” you murmur, your lips brushing against his with every word. “Your mom might get suspicious.”

Clay nods, pressing another deep kiss to your lips before pulling away and opening the door for you.

“I’ll wait, Clay,” you say quietly as you step out onto the stone steps. “I know you’re not ready to tell your mom, and maybe it’s too early to say this, but I’ll wait until you are.”

Clay gives you a grateful smile before stepping forward and kissing you one last time. “Text me when you get home,” he requested and you nod, giving him a wave as you step out onto the dark street.

You had a dumb smile on your face the whole way back home, and you knew it wasn’t going away anytime soon

Clay liked you back. He wanted to be with you in the way you want to be with him. You were sure you’re dreaming, and you didn’t want to wake up any time soon.

You were feeling giddy as you set your bag down onto your bed before sitting next to it and pulling out your phone.

I’m home and haven’t been able to stop smiling yet.

Clay Beresford: That makes two of us. I’ll see you tomorrow?

Definitely. I only like you for your cute kid, anyway.

Clay Beresford: I understand, but that still hurts. Goodnight, pretty girl.

You blush at the text and set your phone aside before getting up and heading over to your laptop. You knew now that you didn’t want to get a job that prevented you from babysitting Joey, even if you refused to be paid for it since you were…with Clay? Were you with Clay now? You didn’t even know.

All you knew was that you liked him. A lot. And you liked his son, and you wanted to keep babysitting him when he got home from school.

You pull up the job offer you responded to and read over the information posted with it. It was a simple cafe job and it had paid training if you get selected for it, and it also had a pretty relaxed schedule. The morning shift and evening shifts were hiring, as well as the weekend shifts.

The morning shift started at seven and went until one in the afternoon, so you’d still be able to pick Joey up from school if you were to get the job. You just wouldn’t have a lot of freetime, but it’s not like you did a whole lot anyway. You were pretty much alone since you moved away from your family and the few friends you kept after graduating high school.

It would be a great distraction from all of it.

Deciding against canceling your interview for the following morning, you close your laptop again and get ready for bed, a permanent smile stuck on your lips. After completing your night routine, you go back to your bag and take out Joey’s drawing. Placing it on the fridge, you admire the picture for a few seconds before heading back to your room.

The next morning you were a bit late waking up, leading you to quickly throw on a pair of light jeans and a white tee before grabbing your converse and fleeing your apartment.

The coffee shop was a few blocks down from your place, so you decided to save money on a cab fare and walk. You were a bit nervous as you sat down and waited for the owner, whose name was Jess, to come out. Your leg was bouncing under the table as you watched the customers come and go, and one looked a bit familiar as she waited for her coffee. You don’t think you have ever seen her before, but something about her seemed….familiar for some reason.

She had light brown hair and dark brown eyes, and when she looked over and smiled at you, you saw that she had perfectly straight white teeth. You felt a bit insecure just looking at her, so you returned the smile before quickly looking away just as Jess sat down across from you.

Jess had strawberry blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that reminded you of both Clay and Joey’s, and she looked to be around your age, if not a few years older. As the interview went on, you learned that she had a similar backstory as you did, with her leaving her family home at the age of nineteen and opening up her own coffee shop. She used up all the money she’d been saving since she was fourteen and nearly lost it all until the cafe was given a great review that ended up saving her and allowing it to be her official source of income.

She was really nice and you bonded with her well. You hoped you got the job, but if not, you’d definitely visit and support her business anyway.

Once the interview was over, you had an hour or so before you had to go pick Joey up from school, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t excited to see both him and Clay. Things were okay again, and even though you couldn’t do anything with Clay in front of his mom right now, you were still looking forward to seeing him once he got home from work.

While you still didn’t fully understand his situation with his ex and mom, you would keep quiet about it until he felt ready enough to further explain it to you.

You spent your time going to the nearest grocery store and picking up stuff to make tacos with, wanting to give Joey a bit of a different dinner tonight. After passing by the candy aisle, you think it over for a few seconds before pulling out your phone.

For no specific reason, does Joey like candy? If so, what kind? Once again, for no specific reason at all.

You weren’t expecting him to get back to you so quickly as you browse through possible options, planning on going for the healthiest unhealthy option if he wasn’t able to get back to you for a while.

Clay Beresford: He’s four. Of course he likes candy. Any kind. If you’re planning on getting him some, be prepared for me to pay you back.

You roll your eyes as you grab some Starbursts and Fun Dip before typing with one hand as you put the items onto the counter.

Don’t be such a dad. I’m not taking your money ever again.

Clay Beresford: The dad life chose me. Did you go to that interview? I meant to wish you luck earlier.

You smile at the lady behind the counter as she hands you back a plastic bag before leaving the store and starting the somewhat short walk to Clay’s house.

Yeah, I did. I appreciate it, but your luck wasn’t needed. Pretty sure I was the best candidate she’s had all week.

Clay Beresford: That’s good…so can Joe and I expect to lose you soon?

You smile at that as you cross the street, the same dumb grin from last night coming back in full swing.

Hopefully not…like I said, I’d miss you too much. Both of you.

Clay Beresford: Hopefully we won’t have to miss you, too.

You assume he went back to work after that as he didn’t reply to your teasing remark, leaving you to pocket your phone as you waited for the time to go by so you could pick Joey up from school.

An hour passes, and you are currently sitting at the kitchen table beside Joey. He was still telling you all about his day, and when you opened his backpack, you pulled out a few more drawings. One was of him and Clay, another was what you think is a dog and him hinting at something, and the last one was of you and him.

You hung all of them on the fridge before getting him a snack, which was a simple celery and cheese dip. It felt like no matter how much this kid ate, he was always hungry and didn’t gain a single pound.

You were in the middle of coloring in a flower when Joey suddenly says, “I wish I had a mom,”

The crayon fell from your fingers as you gazed up at him in surprise. He continued coloring in the lion you had drawn for him, seeming to not realize just how heartbreaking his words actually were. “What?” You couldn’t help but ask, grabbing the crayon again before it could roll off the table.

“All my friends have a mom,” he answered, looking up at you when he noticed that you had stopped coloring. “They make fun of me for not having one.”

Your brows furrow at that and suddenly you were mad at a bunch of four year olds. “Well, maybe they’re not your real friends if they make fun of you,” you offered and tried to go back to your flower, but you were beginning to feel sad for the poor kid beside you. “And you have your grandma, and your dad. They love you so much, Joey, you don’t really need a mom when you have them.” You weren’t sure if you should be saying that, but you didn’t know what else you could say.

Joey shrugged, handing you the orange crayon in exchange for the yellow one you were holding. “And you,” he said and you felt tears prick your eyes. You were sure Joey would be the cause of many of your tears since his story was a sad one, and you wished you could do something more for him but weren’t sure how.

“Yeah,” you whisper, reaching over and brushing his hair out of his face with a forced smile. “You have me, too.”

You watched him color for a bit after that before forcing yourself to get up and cook the beef for tacos. One messy dinner later, you send Joey off to the living room with the pack of Starbursts as you clean the kitchen. Tears were still burning your eyes as you heard the faint sound of the front door opening and closing, and it only got worse when you heard the sound of Joey laughing and Clay’s muffled voice from down the hall.

You were washing the plates when he entered the dining room and crossed over to the kitchen. “Hey,” he says quietly, coming up behind you and placing his hands on your hips. “How was your day?”

He leans in to brush his lips against your temple, and you hold back the sob that wanted to leave your mouth as you straighten up against his chest. “It was good,” you answered, and even you could hear the waver in your voice. Clay stiffens and you sigh as you turn your head away. “I’m sorry.”

Clay shakes his head and gently turns your body so you’re facing him. His gaze softens at the tears gathered in your eyes and he reaches one hand up to caress the side of your face, the other one reaching around you to turn the water off. “What’s wrong?”

You avoid eye contact as you shrug, pressing the heels of your hand against your eyes. “I feel like an idiot right now, Clay,” you mumble, laughing pathetically after.

He furrows his brows and gently grips your chin with his index finger and thumb, turning your head so you’re forced to meet his eyes. “Talk to me,” he softly demanded. “What happened?”

You give him a strained sigh as you shake your head. “I just can’t believe that your bitch of an ex-wife left you and Joey. He’s so sweet and kind and….he’s a kid, Clay. How could she do that to him? To you?”

Clay gave you a small smile before leaning in and pressing a chaste but passionate kiss to your lips. “What brought this on?” He hummed when he pulled away and ran his hand up your back before tugging your body against his.

You rest your head against his chest and bunch up the fabric of his shirt in your hands. “Joey told me how much he wishes he had a mom and how the kids at school tease him for it,” you mumble. “I don’t know, it made me upset. And I probably shouldn’t be this upset, but I can’t help it. It’s not fair.”

Clay hummed and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I love that you’re upset about it. Means you care,” he murmured. “And you’re right, it’s not fair, but trust me when I say that we’re all better off without her, especially Joey.”

You give him a sad smile. “Still…I just wish there was more I could do for him….for all of you,”

Clay shook his head, leaning down to press another his to your temple. “You do so much for us already,” he assured you, leaning back against the counter and letting you settle between his arms and legs. “And Joey adores you. He gets so excited whenever I tell him that you’ll be the one picking him up from school and hanging out with him until I get home. You’ve made a big impact on him, baby, on all of us.”

You smile again, a blush forming on your face as you take in his words. “Thanks,” you whisper, then you realize that he just called you baby, and now you’re flustered all over again but for an entirely different reason.

He responds by kissing your forehead again. “I want to take you out,” he says and you raise your brows.

“Like…on a date?”

“Yeah,” he grins down at you. “On a date. I don’t know where we’d go, but I think we both need a break from this house. Maybe I can show you around the city? Since you’re so good at reading directions.”

“Hey,” you laugh and lightly slap his shoulder. “My inability to read directions is what led us to meeting. So, really, you should be glad that I rarely know where I’m going half the time.”

Clay laughed, too, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips. “Believe me,” he murmured against your mouth. “I’m glad.”

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multi-fxndom446 · 3 months

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6 Months

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish X Reader

Summary: Johnny would come to your rescue any time you needed. He is thoroughly protective of you.

Warning: light angst, fluffy. Not much tbh. It may be a little rushed?? Idk anymore😭

Word count: 2.6k

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This is Johnnys part two to his ‘You came? You called.’ Series.

His part one is here

Can’t tell if I hate this or not so hopefully yall like it🫶🏻

6 months.

6 months was how long it took before you introduced Johnny to your boyfriend. He wasn't sure if it was because he was deployed or because you were nervous about how he’d react to him

Because it was safe to say Johnny hated your boyfriend. It took him 6 months to meet him and less than 6 seconds to decide he hated him.

He didn’t like the way your boyfriend looked at you, or talked to and about you. He didn’t like the way your boyfriend's eyes would roam to other women when you weren’t looking. But he especially hated the way you smiled when you talked about him.

He hated the way your eyes would light up whenever his name left your lips. He hated the way you would blush when he would give you any sort of attention after ignoring you the whole night.

God if only you knew, Johnny would spend his days making you blush any chance he got. He’d give you so much attention you’d never have to beg him for a simple kiss on the cheek.

You’d never even worry about his attention being anywhere else but you because where else would they be if not you? His attention was already always on you, it had been since you two became best friends.

He tried to like your boyfriend he really did, or at least he wanted to be okay with him. Because your happiness topped anything he was feeling in the moment. He tried his hardest, he put on his best smile and was ready to lose you until he saw the cocky smirk your boyfriend had on his face when they made eye contact for the first time.

Johnny shook his hand stiffly as the other man sized him up. It was like he knew he had something that Johnny could only ever dream of having, your love. And what’s worse was the asshole never deserved it.

But he bit his tongue. Kept his opinions to himself, kept the harsh comments he had ready at bay.

Oh but how he wished he could hit your boyfriend, just once. One time would suffice. One time and he’d have it out of his system, one time to let him wipe the smug smile off his face.

That was all before your phone call though.

Now he was sat on his couch, knee bouncing anxiously as he tried to calm himself down. It was nearing the end of the second week of you staying with him and currently you were fast asleep in his bed, tears still staining your cheeks.

You were glad you left and he knew that but he also knew it was one of your longest relationships and when you loved someone you loved them with your whole heart.

Not only had he abused that but he tore it to shreds when he even suggested the idea of you cheating.

It made Johnny clench his jaw even tighter when he recalled the words. How would he think you were even capable of cheating when your whole world was him?

He couldn’t even fathom the possibility of ever laying a hand on you and it just made his body shake in anger the more he thought about it.

Although he didn’t really understand where this wave of anger came from, the moment his eyes landed on his phone he knew.

His phone was open on the coffee table in front of him, showing the text conversation between him and Price. His captain had just made him aware he was needed back at base in the next few days.

He never replied to it because instantly his mind was taken over with what he was going to do for you. The stress of trying to find a solution that would make you happy and keep you safe gave way to the thoughts of why you were hurting in the first place.

Then down the rabbit hole he went.

He stared long and hard at the message before he ultimately reached over and turned off his phone, leaving it there when he got up to go check on you.

You were still fast asleep when he reached his room and he took a moment to admire the scene in front of him. A scene he was sure he’d never have the pleasure of seeing everyday.

A scene of you wrapped up in his blankets, head resting on his pillows, on his bed. He couldn’t help the flutter he felt in his chest when he noticed you were also in one of his shirts.

His arms were crossed as he leaned against his door frame just taking you in when he noticed your phone buzzing and you rolled over to ignore it. He wasn’t trying to be nosy but he couldn’t help it when he caught a glimpse of your exes name from where he was.

Instantly he pushed himself off the doorframe and came closer. He stared down at your phone for a few seconds before declining the call and it was then he noticed the multiple missed calls and texts he had left you.

“Bloody Christ.” Johnny muttered to himself in distaste. How could the man not grab a hint?

“Johnny?” Immediately his attention was back on you. You, who turned to see who was bothering you while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“Course Bonnie.” He soothed as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to you while his hand came up to run through your hair as you laid your head back down completely content. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“‘S fine.” You watched him, noticing the way he wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“I need to talk to you bout something.” He said softly while he moved his hand to hold one of yours. “Price called me in early, I have to go back to base.”

You shifted so you could see him better and he could see the worry starting to creep inside you. “You need me to leave?”

“What? No. No Bonnie, that's not what I’m gettin at.” He shook his head and held your hand tighter. “I want you..I want you to come with me.”

“Johnny-“

“There’s some apartments near the base that we can rent. You’ll have the space all to yourself for the most part when I’m away on missions, but this way I’ll be closer to you and I’ll come home to you every chance I get.” He could see the way your eyes widened at his words before his words even registered to him.

‘I’ll come home to you.’

Suddenly he was pulling himself away from you, “or if you want to stay here, you’re more than welcome to stay in my apartment but-“ you cut him off as you sat up quickly to grab his hand in yours again and it made him pause to take a breathe. “But if you stay here I can’t protect you like I want to. If you come with me, you’ll be far from him.”

He studied you, waiting for your reaction but all you did was play with his fingers. He felt like the silence was going to consume him until finally you met his gaze again.

“Okay.” You nodded, “when do we leave?”

The amount of relief that flooded his veins was unparalleled. He squeezed your hand again, “Few days.” And just like that you were getting up from the bed to go pack the little things you had taken with you.

6 months.

6 months was all it took for you to uproot your life and move with Johnny closer to base.

6 months was all it took for you and him to settle into this new normal. You both agreed on just renting a one bedroom apartment considering he would be gone most of the time.

You had even Invested in one of those pull out couches so he could sleep on that whenever he would come home.

But you never put up a fight when he one day he would start coming home to you and crash into the same bed as you.

You never put up a fight when he’d unconsciously, (or consciously. You weren’t sure anymore) wrap an arm around you and pull you as close to him as he could before falling asleep.

6 months was all it took for you and Johnny to fall into a normal schedule. Even when he was gone for days or weeks at a time whenever he came home it was like nothing changed.

You’d have the apartment cleaned and have dinner ready for him. It all felt so normal for the both of you.

He’d always greet you with a smile and a kiss on the head or if he had an extra strenuous mission he’d hug you and hold you for what would feel like hours.

The first few times he’d come home after a long time away you were always worried there would be some awkward tension there, especially when you started putting more and more of your things out.

He never complained. He loved that you made the small space feel like home and he wouldn’t admit that he loved coming home to a place that made him feel like he was surrounded by you.

6 months was all it took for you to forget about your ex boyfriend.

It was such an easy thing to do when Johnny had now surrounded your every thought. Any which way you turned you were reminded of the fact that your best friend cared for you.

Any time he could sense you were starting to fall back into bad memories he’d be right next to you giving you a new happy memory to cloud the old one.

Anytime he knew he’d be away for longer than a few days he would use every chance he got to call you or text you, anything just to check on you and make sure you were okay.

You were sure you hadn’t thought of your ex way before 6 months because how could you? It was so easy to forget him when you had Johnny. Between the late night cuddles, the forehead kisses he had gotten so used to giving you and the more soft intimate moments of just being in his presence.

Moments like this, with his hand around your waist and the other grasping your hand softly while he swayed to some song he put on in the background.

All this happening because of a comment you made, during dinner, about never having danced with someone before. Something Johnny couldn’t let just go unnoticed.

Next thing you knew he was on his feet, hand extended to you. You laughed him off at first but he made a grab motion before he just ultimately grabbed your hand and yanked you up.

The both of you already danced through a few songs while you talked about things you would normally talk about during dinner but dinner was on the table long forgotten for this moment.

He told you all about his task force and about Ghost who he said he hoped you could meet one day along with Gaz and price.

“They already know all about ya.” He had said it so cheekily with a smug grin on his face that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Talk about me a lot do you Johnny?”

He nodded immediately and tightened his hold, “everyday.” Your eyes widened at his response and you decided to leave it there while he swayed you through the next few songs.

He spun you around once before pulling you back into him and you smiled brightly at him before realizing how long you had been doing this.

“Johnny you don’t have to do this anymore, I think I got the hang of it after the first few songs.” You laughed at him softly, your cheeks turning a soft shade of pink when he looked down at you with a fond smile on his face.

“Course I do.” He grinned. “You been through enough recently, least I can do ‘s give you a night to remember.”

You shook your head in disbelief, your hand holding onto his tighter. “You’ve already been doing that since that night.” Your voice trailed off as you recalled when he had come to your rescue.

Johnny frowned when you wouldn’t meet his gaze and he moved the hand from your waist to grip your chin softly and have you look at him again. “And I’ll do it as long as I’m breathing.”

Your breathe caught in your throat when you saw the intense sincerity. “Johnny..”

“You know that don’t you?” His eyes searched yours, looking for something you weren’t sure what. “You know I’d do anythin for you?”

You nodded softly as you whispered a quiet, ‘I know.’ You moved the hand you had wrapped around his neck to cup his cheek, your thumb smoothing over his cheekbone.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe in. “What’re you thinking about?” You practically whispered and he opened his eyes again to look at you.

By now there was hardly any space left between the both of you and the hand he had holding your chin moved so he was also cupping your cheek. “Doesn't matter.”

“Matters to me. Please Johnny, what are you thinking about?” His eyes searched yours again before he seemed to find exactly what he was looking for and he moved forward slowly until his lips just barely brushed yours.

“How I don’t wan’ any o’ this to change.” He muttered against your lips. He loved the way he could see your gaze drop to his lips the second he did. “How I wan’ to have a life with you Bonnie.”

Your eyes met his again. “And how I really want ta kiss you.” You watched him swallow hard while he waited for your move.

“Then do it.” You whispered and it was all he needed to hear before he pulled you even closer and closed the gap.

His hand on your cheek moved up to tangle itself into your hair while the other moved down to your waist to pull you closer against him.

You couldn’t help the gasp of surprise by the intensity of his kiss, like he had been waiting to kiss you for as long as he could remember. Which he had.

When he kissed you it felt like everything was right with the world, like everything was as it should be now and you couldn’t help the way your hand moved to clutch onto his shirt for support.

He only pulled away when he felt your tremble against his hold and he was quickly scanning your face to make sure you were okay but you were already pulling him back down to you.

“I love you Johnny.” You muttered when you pulled away to breathe. The smile that broke out onto his face was a site you could get used to.

“Been waitin to hear those words for ages, lass.” Then he pulled you into a hug like he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.”

You were smiling too as you ran your fingers through his hair while he hugged you.

6 months could feel like a lifetime when spent with the right person.

Because 6 months is all it took for you to come to terms with the fact that you were irrevocably in love with John Mactavish.

And you had been all along.

The end

Also should I add more Ghosts characters to my scenarios? Like Logan and Hesh?

Also sorry if I disappear for a lil while again, gonna try and get more then one thing written before I start posting so then I can give u guys more content❤️

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atlasofthestaars · 6 months

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Hello! Is it ok, if you do request's, can you do a Raiden x reader, the reader is a student at the Wu shi academy, she has powers, which are water control, she fight's and heal's with them and she is really kind. Also I love the 'New Era' story is so amazing, you are amazing! Keep up the good work!

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Yet again I am back at it again for requests. Slowly trying to get through them, sorry they take forever </3

Also I didn’t have too much of an idea for this??? So sorry if it’s a bit short haha I tried my best here but sorry if it's not the best!

A HELPING HAND [RAIDEN X READER]

To Raiden, lightning and water shouldn’t mix. And yet there was nothing more he wanted than to be by your side.

“Raiden. You’re staring. Again.” Kung Lao groaned, looking at his friend who was staring very, very obviously at you. A mixture of amusement and annoyance, mostly annoyance at this point, was on Kung Lao’s face. It wasn’t as if he was jealous or angry at his friend, far from it. He was really happy about the fact that his friend had finally found someone to like, or honestly at this point, love.

He was just really, really fed up with how distracted his friend would get. Half of their conversations of late would be about you. Would you like this thing? Would you think he would be cool if he did this trick? And by the elder gods, don’t get Kung Lao started with how Raiden would act whenever you were in the same room. His eyes looked back and forth between his friend, who he swore had hearts in his eyes, and you.

You were sparring with another student, practicing using your water magic. Water would surround you in a protective shield before it lashed out to attack the other student. It would slash at the other student with striking speed before it would flow downwards and try to trip them up. The way the water was controlled was honestly pretty mesmerizing, but Raiden was more focused on you rather than the water.

“Really?” Raiden asked, snapping out of his daze. He blinked furiously as he shook his head, as if he were trying to shake off the grip you had on him. Obviously, it was not going well. His eyes shifted away from you in the most reluctant way ever as they landed on Kung Lao. His friend raised his eyebrow as he tilted his head. “Was I really?”

“Yeah. For like, the third time today.” Kung Lao pointed out, an exasperated look on his face. He looked up towards the sky to see the sun still blazing high in the sky. It wasn’t even noon yet. The razor hatted man crossed his arms as he squinted at his friend, trying to assess him. “Tell me, why don’t you just…tell her?” He inquired, as it was the most obvious solution in the world. Which it kind of was.

“I can’t just do that!” Raiden protested, looking over to his lifelong friend. An expression of shock was on his face, as if Kung Lao had just asked him to bury a body instead of asking out his crush. The look Kung Lao gave his friend was the very definition of exhaustion. This was one of the rare few times that Kung Lao was sending Raiden that look instead of the other way around.

“And why not?” He asked, his head tipping forward. His eyebrows raised as he bore his eyes into his hopeless friend. Raiden’s face flushed as he floundered to find a proper reason to give his friend. He looked up, to the right, then the left, and just anywhere but the accusing stare Kung Lao was giving him. He was almost tempted to look back at you, but then he realized that would only get him in more hot water.

“Yeah, I gotta agree Thunder Lad, why don’t you?” Johnny cut into the conversation. The actor, with all the swagger of a man who has already been in plenty of relationships, strode up to the two. He tipped his glasses downwards to look at the Earthrealm champion eye to eye. A wide grin spread across his face. “It’s easy! Trust me.” He insisted with a wink.

“First off, you know I hate that nickname, Johnny.” Raiden pointed out, giving the actor a short lived glare. The American groaned, rolling his eyes as he pressed his glasses up. He grumbled something about how no one appreciates good names these days. Raiden and Kung Lao both ignored this sentiment, clearly disagreeing with it. “And I can’t do it. When I see her I just…”

“Help but gawk until a fly flies into your mouth?” Kenshi added, strolling up to join the group. Raiden sighed at the utter betrayal. He thought out of all his friends, Kenshi would understand his plight. Especially since he also had Suchin. But then again, Raiden supposed, he actually had Suchin. “Raiden, I’m blind I can see that you are head over heels for her.” Kenshi pointed out, and Raiden felt his face heat up again.

“It’s not that obvious, is it?” Raiden inquired, tilting his head downwards to hide the color on his cheeks behind the brim of his hat. The collective silence from the group said more about the situation than they already did or could say. Miserably, the champion felt his cheeks heat up even more. He was Earthrealm’s champion, he had taken down plenty of seasoned warriors. And yet the biggest challenge for him was this crush.

“Twelve o’ clock.” Johnny called out followed with a short whistle, catching the attention of the group. Raiden lifted his head up, looking to try and see what the traitor of his friend had meant. Then, he froze. You were approaching. Raiden felt the breath get knocked out of his lungs as he saw your radiant smile. Are you sure you didn’t control the sun as well?

“Hey guys!” You greeted, walking right up to the quartet. Raiden was unable to keep himself from looking at the water drops that were left on your face as a result of your training. How prettily they framed your face and how they ran down your face until they…oh. The man had to pretend to cough to look down and conceal his face which had a blush on it.

A collective chorus of greetings was heard from the group. Both Kung Lao and Johnny glanced over to their friend who had stumbled on his greeting, a teasing look in their eyes. Kenshi would have that same look as well, but he was, well, blind.

“Do you know where the towels are?” You inquired, eyes searching the group. You wiped the remnants of the water droplets away from your skin, flicking them away. “I wanted to bring my training partner some, since well, training with me can get someone soaked.” Raiden couldn’t help but admire how you were always thinking of someone. How could someone be so kind?

“We don’t.” Kung Lao quickly said, and your face fell a tiny bit. The champion of Earthrealm turned to give his friend a puzzled look. Certainly those three knew where the towels were, they’ve been here far too long to not know. But just as quickly, a wide grin appeared on the razor hatted man’s face as he gestured to Raiden. “Luckily for you, Raiden does!”

“Great!” You exclaimed. Raiden’s brain faltered for a moment, failing to realize the betrayal of his friend before it was far too late. With a push that was a little more aggressive than needed, Johnny pushed him towards you. As his brain finally caught up with the situation, he could only offer you an awkward smile. You didn’t seem to notice it, instead giving him another one of your lovely smiles in return. “Lead the way, Raiden!”

Raiden could listen to you saying his name all day.

“Of course.” He said, nodding. He led you away, he tried his best to ignore the stares his friends were boring into him. He got the message very well enough, this was his moment to make his move. Raiden was glad he was the one leading, so he could be in front and you did not have to see how flustered he was around you. The Earthrealm champion didn't have more mortification than he already had.

The hallway you two entered was safe from the judgemental eyes of his friends. It was quiet, the near silent creak of the floorboards under both of your feet interrupting the silence. For a moment, Raiden turned back just to make sure you were still following. Then, in the very next moment, his breath got caught as he saw the sight of you highlighted by the light filtering in through the windows.

How could someone look so beautiful?

“Thanks for showing me the way! I still get lost here sometimes, and I didn’t want to keep my training partner waiting.” You chirped, your tone bright as usual. Raiden’s mind immediately raced with the possibilities of what to say in response to you. Would a simple you’re welcome suffice? Or should he open up conversation so he could finally confess to you like his friends were always bugging him to do?

Raiden’s heart raced at the simple thought of confession. It wouldn’t be too far-fetched that you could have feelings back, it wasn’t like he was a complete stranger to him. Far from it, in fact. The two of you were friends, at the very least. It had started that way, but then as Raiden talked more and more with you, the more and more he was captivated.

You were like the living embodiment of sunshine. You always knew how to cheer him up when he was down. You knew the right words to encourage him and keep his spirits. You were so you and Raiden adored it. It was honestly a miracle that you hadn’t pointed out the way he’s been acting around you lately, but then again he supposed it’s because you’re far too nice to do so.

Raiden, having been too caught up in his thoughts, cleared his throat as he realized he was staring right back at your expectant gaze.

“Of course, anything for you.” He told you before he realized that he may have been a little too honest. “I saw you training, you’ve made such impressive improvements.” Raiden complimented quickly, trying to distract you from the little bit of truth he had let out. He quickly felt proud of himself at the change as he saw your eyes light up.

“You saw me?” You inquired, a look of excitement appeared on your face. Raiden mentally took a picture of it and locked it away in his heart. What he wouldn’t do to see you smiling like that for just him. “I’m glad you did! Do you have any tips for me?” You continued, walking a bit faster to match Raiden’s strides now.

“Well…” Raiden began to tell you some tips, feeling much more relaxed. Your drive to improve was admirable and something he shared, not to mention how it felt more natural to talk to you now about fighting rather than to fight his own feelings.

When the both of you ended up at the closet, Raiden felt a hint of sadness over it. You two were having a lovely conversation. You gave a delighted hum as you opened the door, swinging it wide open. Thankfully for him, he dodged the far too enthusiastic door opening, saving himself from what would surely be a bruise. He grabbed the door, holding it open for you.

“Hey, can you help me carry these?” You called out from inside the closet, your voice just the tiniest bit muffled. Raiden peeked in, seeing the huge stack of towels you held in your arms. The stack was so high it covered your face. With a nod that was perhaps too eager to someone who couldn’t even see it, he walked right into the closet. Anything to help you. “Thanks!”

“No problem.” Raiden replied, his hands brushing yours as he grabbed the stack. He couldn’t tell whether he had accidentally used his amulet or touching you was simply that electric. He was hoping it was the latter, so he didn’t accidentally shock you. The Earthrealm champion leaned to the side to send you his best smile, the apples of his cheeks just the tiniest bit pink.

THUD!

Jumping at the sudden noise, Raiden let out a grunt as he, somehow, collided his head with a shelf. His hat fell to the ground behind him. For a man who had been trained in martial arts for most of his life, he found himself oddly clumsy around you. That probably didn’t help charm you. The man then noticed how much darker the room had gotten. Whirling around, he noticed the fact that the closet door was now closed.

“Are you okay?” You asked, peering over to Raiden with another stack of towels in your arms. Raiden craned his head back, hoping that the little bump with the shelf didn’t leave an embarrassing mark. He felt his face grow warmer at the idea of it.

“Yes!” He answered a little too quickly, nodding. He could practically hear his trio of friends groaning over how he was fumbling a little too often. “I was just surprised by the noise.” He explained. Shifting the towel stack, he raised a hand up to rub at the sore spot on his forehead. Maybe he hit the shelf a little harder than he expected.

“Do you need me to heal you?” You asked, peering at the man as he continued to rub at the part of his forehead where he had collided with the shelf. Raiden’s heart fluttered at the concern you held for him, but he shook his head quickly.

“I’m good.” He told you, wincing as he rubbed his forehead just a tad too hard. “I can just ice it when we get out.” The champion stepped forward to grab the handle of the closet. He turned it, only to find resistance. A sudden stab of worry hit him as he attempted to turn the handle only to no avail. Ah. He forgot this closet had a nasty habit of jamming. Quickly, he tried turning it more to try and see if he could get it unstuck.

“Everything good?” You asked, stepping close to Raiden to see what was happening. He swallowed nervously, feeling you press close against him. It only made sense that you came close since it was dark in here, but did you really have to stand that close? He could feel your warmth as you leaned against him just the tiniest bit to look over. His hand squeezed the knob tightly.

“Yes, well no.” Raiden said, fumbling once more over his words. He looked towards you offering you the most reassuring smile he could. “I forgot this closet gets stuck sometimes.” He explained, jiggling the knob once more to showcase his point. “So it seems we’re stuck here.” He told you with a small sigh.

“Ah, I guess my partner will just have to figure out a way to dry himself then.” You lamented, sighing as you put down the stack of towels back where you retrieved it from. You took the stack of towels from Raiden as well, putting it back where it had come from. “Come here, let me look at where you hit your head.”

Raiden complied, there was no point in avoiding it. Your touch was gentle, featherlight. It was as if a ghost had brushed his forehead, and he questioned if you even really touched him. Then, he winced as you pressed against his forehead.

“Yeah, that will definitely bruise.” You muttered, squinting at the area your fingers touched. Raiden couldn’t help but stare at you. Your look of concentration was simply captivating. Your narrowed eyes, your pursed lips,..Raiden had to avert his eyes for a moment to compose himself. His cheeks were far too warm, and if you were paying attention you’d even see the tips of his ears grow the tiniest bit red. “Here.”

With a wave of your hand, water was summoned. It wrapped around your hand pulsing a soft aquamarine. You lifted your hand to press it against Raiden’s forehead. No matter how many times he has watched or experienced your healing, it never fails to impress. A wave of calm washed over him, and his eyes fluttered shut.

He wasn’t sure if the healing or just being around you made him feel better.

“There!” You said, withdrawing your hand. The water disappeared and you clapped your hands together with a large grin. “Do you feel better?” You asked, peering at him with wide eyes that made his heart skip a beat. He couldn’t help but return your enthusiastic grin as he nodded. “Good!”

You peered at him for a moment afterwards, and Raiden couldn’t help but question whether he did something wrong or not. Then he watched as you knelt to grab his hat before placing it delicately upon his head. You fixed it, making sure it fit just right.

“There we go.” You murmured, a satisfied look on your face. “I like your hat. It suits you.” You told him, tilting your head to look at him once more. Raiden felt butterflies flutter around in his stomach at the compliment. He never thought too much of his favorite hat and how it suited him, but now there was nothing more he wanted to do than just wear it for you. “Now let’s see if I can get the door unlocked!” You said, stepping past him.

You hummed with delight as the door swung open easily. You turned around and gestured to it.

“Guess I have the magic touch!” You let out a small laugh as you propped the door open with your foot. “Hand me the towels, would you?” You asked, and Raiden happily complied, still on cloud nine after your compliment. “Thanks!” You said, your arms now filled with the fluffy towels. You shifted contemplatively, glancing at the man before you beckoned him over.

“What do you need?” Raiden asked, stepping close as your gaze shifted from the towels to him again. You grinned at him before you leaned close and pressed a featherlight kiss to his cheek. He stood there in shock, pink beginning to bloom across his face. He barely registered the words you said before you dashed off, a warmth on your face too.

“Let’s go have a date at Madam Bo’s sometime!”

“I thought you said you were above using Sento for that kind of stuff.” Johnny huffed as he crossed his arms, looking towards the blindswords man. Kenshi simply shrugged as he sheathed his magical sword, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Yes, normally, but it was hard seeing him dance around his emotions like that. And I can’t even see.” Kenshi quipped as before he put his hand out. “Now pay up, she made the first move.” A groan arose from both Kung Lao and Johnny as they reluctantly handed over the money.

“This is basically robbery, we Shaolin live modestly!” Kung Lao complained.

“What are you guys doing here?” Raiden asked as he walked up to the group, the hints of pink still remaining on his cheeks. Immediately, he was bombarded with complaints of how he didn’t make the first move. “How do you guys know that?” He asked, his face filling with color once more. Unfortunately for the champion, his question was lost on deaf ears as the actor and his life long friend continued to berate him.

Not knowing what to do, Raiden looked around, only to spot you out of a window. It seemed that you saw him too, your grin growing wider as you waved at him. He waved back with a dazed look on his face, earning more complaints from the duo. You smiled as you blew him a kiss.

He was definitely looking forward to that dinner.

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lightwing-s · 4 months

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𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒

pairing: wally west x gn! reader

requested: yes summary: when sending a picture goes wrong, the last thing you expect is your coworker at you doorstep looking for cuddles

word count: 1,4k warnings: other than swearing, none

a/n: i unlearned how to write short blurbs today and everything is turning into an imagine. also, two posts in a day. don't get used to it.

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Being single during winter sucks, because you want to get warm cuddling somebody but you don’t have anyone to cuddle with and you end up cuddling your cat. So, there you were now, laid on your sofa, the snow falling down on your window, and many scratches in your arms because your cat didn’t want to cuddle you after all.

Fuck being single.

Bored out of your ass with the movie you got on tv, you picked up your phone and took a picture of you on the sofa, all covered in blankets, and an evil cat on your feet. Pressing the share button, you looked for your best friend’s contant when a notification popped on your phone but you bluntly ignored it and sent the picture to your friend with a message “no one to cuddle, not even Mr McFluffler”.

However, you didn’t send it to your friend. You sent it on your work group chat.

In one of your dumbest moves, you mixed the chats together and sent it by mistake to all of your work mates. The notification, a message from your colleague Wally, had propped the group chat further up on your chats list and you clicked on it accidentally.

You sent them a picture of you, on your pajamas, crying because you were fucking single. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuuuck.

Luckily, you had fast fingers, deleting the picture faster than the Flash could make it to England.

No one saw it, Yn. Relax. You were fast, faster than the Flash. Nobody noticed. And if they did, so what, it was just a silly picture. It could be worse, you could’ve sent them nudes. You tried calming yourself up, trying to assure yourself everything was going to be fine, and like clockwork, your superior answered Wally’s message as if yours was never sent.

A couple minutes had passed and you’d already sent a message to your friend, you two laughing over the whole situation, when you heard your doorbell ring. Weird, you hadn’t ordered food nor were you waiting for any visitors.

Jumping up from the sofa, you ran to the window, looking to see who the hell was knocking at your door at this hour, on this day, and in this godforsaken weather.

“Wally?” you asked, rushing to your door. “What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?”

It didn’t make sense. You’d barely speak at work, exchanging a few words every day, but that was it. Wally was fun, joked with everybody and never made you feel uncomfortable, you just weren’t close.

He did, indeed, make you a feel a bit nervous though, but that was silly, a silly little work crush that would never go anywhere because he he made you so nervous you were never being able to come up with a good comeback to keep the conversation going, usually just smiling like a dumbass and avoiding him for the rest of the day.

Yay!

“I tracked your phone.” he simply stated, as if it was nothing. Brushing you off, he took off his winter jacket and walked past you inside your home, your eyes wide open and questioning his entire demeanor. “You want a cuddle right?”

What?!

“What?!” you nearly screamed, feeling the burn growing on your cheeks, almost running back inside and hiding away in your bedroom.

“You sent a picture, sugar.” he explained nonchalantly. “You wanted to cuddle, because your cat wouldn’t?”

This can be real, you thought, just can’t be. “It was a mistake, I was supposed to send it to my friend and we were just joking.” you tried to explain, the words jumping out of your mouth before you really could process them, too overwhelmed by the sudden situation you found yourself in.

“So you don’t wanna cuddle?” he asked, stopping in his tracks, almost at your living room.

“I-I mean, I would like to cuddle, it’s just…”

“So let’s cuddle then.” he said, disappearing into your house and leaving you frozen at the door. You didn’t understand what made him come all the way to your house, and how fast he had done it. Why would he do that? Why? It was just, so confusing. It didn’t make sense. Your mind was doing turns and turns trying to think, trying to react, trying to process everything that was happening. “You really gonna stay outside in the cold?”

His scream broke you from your thoughts and you closed the door behind you as you headed to the living room to meet him. There, to your surprise once again, Wally had his long ass legs covered with one of the blankets, your cat, that treacherous bitch, purring on his lap as he caressed his orange fur, an unexpected match with his hair, with one of his hands while the other rested over the couch.

“I’m really confused.” you said, eyebrows crushed together. “Why are you here, West?”

“You ask too many questions, you know that?” he said, completely entertained by the cat on his lap. “You sent a picture complaining you didn’t have anyone to cuddle with. It’s cold, I also don’t have anyone to cuddle with, so I’m offering myself to fulfill your needs. And mine.”

“We’re not even friends…”

“Yn… We’re just gonna cuddle. Or are you thinking of something els…”

“No!”

“Then come here.” he grabbed you by the arm and onto the sofa, slamming against his chest as you fell down with him. He covered you with the same blanket he had over his legs and pulled you close, too uncomfortably close, and put his arm over your shoulder.

You had to be honest, you felt very comfortable cuddling Wally West, his warmth emanating from his body and embracing yours, making it all just… perfect. You dared to put your hand over his waist, but your cat bit it before you could do so.

Son of a bitch, you told him mentally. Wally’s chuckle stole your attention away, though, as he petted the devil, er, the animal that stretched on his lap. “You can hug me now, Yn. He won’t bother you anymore.”

Blushing, you were reluctant to do so, but Wally’s hand pulled yours to wrap them around his torso. “See, this is fine.”

You rested your head on his shoulder as you felt the hours passing, his own head resting atop yours. You watched two or three movies, cozied up to each other in what was a position you could get more and more used to.

It was then that a loud rumble had you lifting from your position and facing your coworker. “Are you hungry?” you asked, smiling at the awkwardly funny face he was making.

“Can we order pizza?” he asked back, and as you nodded, he stood up from the sofa, typing in a phone number faster than humanly possible and placing his phone on his ear.

“I never asked, but,” you started, following him into your kitchen. “How did you get here so fast?”

Wally’s eyes grew wide as he tried to avoid looking at you, the words missing from his mind as he tried to find an excuse. “I was close by.”

“Oh!” you simply replied.

Fuck it, Wally, he thought. Could’ve been a bit more subtle.

“I was walking by, you know. Just looking for something to do when I saw your message and like, thought it was a great opportunity I couldn’t let pass.”

“An opportunity to cuddle?” you asked shyly.

“To cuddle you, why would I pass on it?” His words made you blush redder than a tomato, looking down at your nails to avoid his eyes. “It was really a great opportunity.”

“Was it worth taking?” you asked again, looking at him innocently.

“Totally.” he stated. “You?”

“Totally.”

You listened as the pizza place finally answered the call and he ordered four (!!!) pizzas for the two of you. Fast metabolism, he mouthed and you laughed. “C’mon, let’s go back to cuddling”

Pulling you by the hand, he jumped on the sofa again, this time laying on it and leaving enough space to have you by his side.

“Don’t you think you’re getting too comfortable?” you joked.

“You make me comfortable, Yn. You should get used to it.”

“Used to it?” you questioned, pulling you to lay down on the sofa with him.

“Yeah, used to it.” he repeated.

Lying down now, you fixed your head placement on his shoulder, a perfect fit once more. A hand placed on his chest, feeling his heartbeat through your palm, you felt his arm pushing you closer till your forehead met his lips.

“If you’re interested, we could do this more often.” he suggested.

“Yeah, I’d be interested.” you said, not hiding the smile spreading on your lips.

“And we could, you know, go out on a date somewhere.”

“Yeah, I’d be interested in that too.”

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lost-girl-2021 · 1 year

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Adopted Spider AU Idea

Okay so I had this idea for a avatar AU, where Spider is raised/adopted by the Sully’s from a young age and they don’t tell him Quaritch is his father. As far as he knows, his mom was a pilot on the Na’vi’s side and died during the battle. They didn’t really want to lie to him, but when Kiri gets to go see her birth mom, he wants to see his too, assuming she’s in a pod or something like Grace is. He’s already just so sad when they tell him he can’t visit his mom, because she’s not anywhere anymore, that they can’t bring themselves to break his heart and make him feel any more like the alien he is. So, they paint Paz as a brave warrior and keep it vague enough that they won’t get caught in any lies. And that was enough for (maybe five to eight year old) Spider. Besides, he loves his mama (Neytiri) and papa (Jake) and all of his siblings. Even before he was old enough to fit into a mask, they would visit him constantly and teach him about the woods and their home. When he was around seven or eight and old enough to go outside, he was instantly welcomed into his family’s home and never spent a night alone again.

(Also, in this, I’m aging Spider down to twelve, Neteyam is sixteen, Kiri and Lo’ak are fifteen, Tuk is eight. So, Spider’s the youngest Big Kid and his siblings are protective of him not only because he’s human and tiny, but because he’s also younger. I think to do this logically, it’d have to be a situation where Na’vi kids age faster than human kids, like maybe there ages start to even out/slow around puberty or something. Idk, haven’t super thought it out.)

Anyways, the rest of the movie stuff still happens. Except, it’s Kiri, Lo’ak, and Spider (Tuk is at home, silence bought with the promise of bringing her back fruit or something cool). When Lo’ak calls in about the Avatars, Neytiri flips, because she knows her children are all capable and strong and skilled, but those are her babies. And Spider— the boy who never remembers his spare mask and is always finding something death-defying to try? She thinks she’ll have the Na’vi equivalent of a heart attack.

So, they’re trying to head back home, get attacked and when Quaritch approaches Spider, Lo’ak and Kiri go crazy screaming at him to get away from their brother. And Lo’ak also recognizes Quaritch as the somehow reanimated murderer who was also Spider’s birth father. He’d overheard a conversation, years before, between his parents and Neteyam. His parents had explained it to the oldest and Lo’ak had accidentally found out as well. He ended up sneaking into the lab shack and finding a picture of the man (and his file). So, when Quaritch asks for Spider’s name, Lo’ak flips.

“Don’t tell him! Don’t say a word!” Lo’ak screeched from a few feet away.

The Avatar didn’t even glance his brother’s way. “I asked you a question, boy. What’s your name?”

Spider glanced at his siblings, heart racing. “Spider. . . Socorro.”

“His name is Spider Sully, he is my family!” Lo’ak hissed in English this time. “He is not yours!”

“Miles?” The man kneeled in front of him, looking at him strangely.

Miles. Miles. Miles. When was the last time he’d heard that name?

“Nobody calls me that.” It came out a near-whisper and he looked towards his brother. “Why does he know my name?”

“Don’t believe anything he says! He’s a ghost! A demon! He’s a liar!” Lo’ak screamed back, before one of the Avatars covered his mouth.

A little ways away, Kiri looked just as confused, still fighting against her captor as she tried to lean his way. Spider risked turning his gaze back to the man in front of him. He looked . . . weird. Emotional.

“I thought they’d send you back to Earth.”

“You can’t put babies in cryo.” He said as bravely as he could manage. “Why do you care, dipshit?”

The man’s brow furrowed as he settled a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Because, I’m your father.”

Spider reared back, breath catching loudly inside his mask. He looked over the large man’s arm, meeting his older brother’s wide-eyes.

“Lo’ak?”

“He lies!” The boy hissed, thrashing harder, two Avatars pinning him down this time.

“I’m telling the truth, Miles.”

“Don’t call me that.” It came out as a whisper. “My— my name is Spider.”

Quaritch gave him a curious look, letting him go and standing up once more. He turned away from the boy as another Avatar grabbed him, pressing two fingers to the communicator around his neck and calling out some code talk Spider didn’t have the capacity to process anymore.

He glanced down at the pack strapped to his loincloth, double-checking that the light hadn’t started blinking. Everything was working correctly, the seal had been done right when he’d left that morning. His parents always insisted on checking his mask when he put it back on after morning meal. His spare was strapped to his brother’s waist, Lo’ak learning long ago that Spider couldn’t be trusted to remember something so important. Spider had visited the shack the day before with the others to visit Grace and Max had replaced his mask and battery before they left. He should be fine.

But, it was kind of hard to breathe. And it was getting harder to focus. He sucked in a breath, looking over at his sister. She looked just as lost as him, yellow eyes locked onto him. She whispered to him, words reaching him from across the semi-circle.

“Be calm, little brother. Be calm.”

He forced himself to breathe in once more.

By the time Spider felt somewhat normal again, it’d been almost a half hour. Just . . . standing. Waiting. Spider wondered where their parents were. Spider and Lo’ak were five feet away from each other, but it felt like twenty. Both had guards on them, but they whispered as softly as they could while still being able to hear each other.

“Why does he know who I am? Is he really my . . . ” Spider asked, glancing towards the large Avatar called Quaritch.

“He’s not.” Lo’ak insisted. “You don’t have a father, like Kiri. We just have Dad. That demon is going to lie and try to trick you— he’s a monster, Spi. Don’t let him get inside your head. If he talks to you, don’t— “

A short whistle made Lo’ak stop speaking. All three of the Sully kids turned their heads South. Another call sounded. Mama.

Instead of Spider getting left behind, Quaritch flat-out yoinks Spider up onto his shoulder and hides him, cuffing him to a branch or him or something. And the chopper is arriving to pick them up, so he’s out of there first with Spider and—

Spider thrashed, mask fogging from tears and heavy breathing. He looked down, eyes meeting with his mom’s.

“Mama! Mama, please!” He screamed, trying to get away, to reach towards her.

He could see that she was crying too, climbing a tree like she could go high enough to grab him. He could see his dad, looking up at him, looking so angry. Angry at Spider? Angry that he was weak enough to get caught? Spider clawed at the monster— Quaritch, they’d called him. The man just tightened his grip. Spider didn’t care if he fell, didn’t care if he ended up tumbling towards the ground. His dad— his real dad would catch him. The year before, when Neteyam first got his Ikran, he’d taken Spider for a ride. Spider had fallen, goofing off in a way that a new rider couldn’t handle. He’d been caught by his dad before he could even have time to scream. Dad always caught Spider. Every time he fell from a tree or tripped over a root— dad was always there. Because, Spider was too weak. Spider was too human.

The whole thing ended up super long, so part two will be up later.

#atwow spider #avatar #atwow fanfiction #spider avatar #avatar way of water #spider #avatar fanfiction #miles spider socorro #atwow

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bouncybongfairy · 12 days

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hi i cant get enough so ,, how would atla jet's first kiss go? and reader is someone who he thinks is superior to him and since jet comes off a bit awkward, reader tries to guide and teach him how to kiss

basically its js jet head over heels

First Kiss

Jett (atla) x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: You teach Jet how to kiss.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: NSFW Content, Dry Humping, Fluff

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Jet invited you to your usual hang-out spot tonight. You’d started seeing him a couple months ago and you really like him. Most guys give up the ‘i’M sO sWeEt, I LiKe yOuR pErsOnAliTy’ facade after a while but he was maintaining it well. Always hyping you up even when you felt like a slob. You also liked how he was so open about his hate for the fire nation. Like many people in your Earth kingdom, Fire Lord Ozai has torn your family apart. Your mother lives in dread and will never say anything negative about him out of fear.

He was the only person who ever praised you on how brave it was to speak against them publicly. Jet shared the same hate towards the nation that caused both your families so much trauma. This created a deep bond between the two of you. The tension had been running high the past couple times you saw him. Maybe it was all in your head but you’d like to think it was a shared feeling. The way you’d catch him staring with a smile on his face, trying to play it off like he was looking at something behind you. He was standing at the tree you normally meet.

You hugged him like you normally did, getting on your tippy toes and wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckled into your ear and picked you up just a little. You practically melted in his arms, not letting go until after he set you down. Once the two of you started talking, you didn’t bother going anywhere else. Simply sitting down at the tree and talking to each other about anything and everything. The conversation eventually grew stale, running out of topics. This seemed like a perfect time to shoot your shot.

“Maybe this is uh- only on my end but I really like you, a lot,” you laugh nervously looking down until he responds.

“No, I’m glad you brought it up because I don’t know if I would have had the courage to tell you that like you back,” he laughed, grabbing your hand.

“But can you actually tell me why you like me without mentioning any of my physical attributes?” you asked.

“Yeah: you’re really fucking funny and you don’t mindlessly agree with people to make small talk. You speak with purpose. That doesn’t mean I can’t also like you for the way you cock your eyebrow anytime someone says something stupid. Or how perfect your lips look when you’re trying to hide your smile,” you said, which obviously made you smile.

“Just like that,” he laughed.

“Can I kiss you?” you blurted out, not being able to take the tension anymore.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” he explained nervously.

“Let me teach you- or, can I kiss you?” you stumble over yours, trying hard not to make him feel pressured or uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I’m just nervous but I hope it’s not coming off as like- that I don’t want to,” he said.

Seeing that he was so nervous was endearing to you. The fact that he thought the moment he was too special to mess up made you feel valued. You leaned in and closed the gap between each other. His lips were soft and melted into yours. Brining one of his hands up and cupping your face. It didn’t take long for him to get the hang of things. Becoming more confident and swiping his tongue along your bottom lip.

Deciding to match his energy, you move yourself into his lap. Now you were holding his face, running your thumbs across his cheeks. Your heart felt like it was racing so fast, it could burst. A warm feeling spreads across your entire body. Both of you were breathing hard against each other's skin. His hands trailed down, running his fingers up and down your hips. Tracing the waistband of your pants, his calloused fingertips making your back arch. He adjusted his hips, allowing you to sit on his lap instead of hovering.

He groaned into your mouth as his erection brushed against you. Running your hands through his hair as you started rocking your hips against him. The kiss was getting more sloppy; your lips were becoming raw and swollen from the constant nipping and sucking. You pulled back, allowing each other to catch your breath.

Keeping your lips pressed against each other as you focus more on grinding. He was starting to buck his hips up against you, which made you moan quietly against his mouth. Reconnecting your lips and sucking his bottom one into your mouth. Pulling back and letting it go with a loud -pop- sound. Making both of you chuckle, breaking the intensity between each other. He pressed his forehead against your, unable to wipe away his smirk.

“Was that okay?” he asked, needing reassurance.

“More than okay, I’m finding it hard to believe it was your first kiss,” you laughed, moving the hair out of his eyes.

“Okay now you’re just trying to hype me up,” he rolled his eyes.

You ended up staying in his lap and talked for a while. Despite the fact that it was his first kiss, it didn’t make things awkward after. If anything, you felt like it made him more comfortable with being vulnerable during the conversation. You ran your finger down the bridge of his nose and eyebrows as he talked. Hiding the fact that it amused you when he stumbled over his words. Every now and then you’d interrupted him by melting your mouth against his.

Going further than a peck and working your lips together for a couple seconds. Laughing because you had to remind him of what he was talking about. After a while he walked you home, hand in hand of course. The entire time he was blushing, biting the inside of his lip; stopping himself from smiling like an idiot. He walked you all the way to the door and kissed your cheek before parting ways.

#jet avatar smut #jett x reader #jet x fem reader #jet x y/n #jet x reader #jet x you #jett atla live action #jet atla live action #jet atla smut #jet atla #jet avatar

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teamfortraven · 2 months

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Was originally going to post the lee and ler Vox headcanons simultaneously, but I don't wanna wait any longer since the lee ones are complete. I'll finish ler soon, just been busy.

Lee

You would catch this man dead before he ever admits that he’s ticklish, let alone enjoys it.

The primary way to discern if he’s in a lee mood or not is subtly sneaking the word into conversation and pretending nothing happened.

His reaction will say everything: on a normal day, he won’t bat an eye, but if you manage to catch him off guard, the reaction will be more than obvious if you’re paying attention. Jumping slightly, his screen and voice glitching for just a fraction of a second, and chuckling nervously… he’s putting all his resources towards keeping his cool, charismatic façade.

He’ll only become more and more restless the longer you tease him, waiting for you to strike, and, if it carries on long enough, wishing for it.

Desperation makes this man a spectacle. Maybe you’ll find him stretching around you way more often than usual, or he’ll call you into the observation room because he “accidentally” got his arms tangled in wires and now he’s stuck, and then yell through his flustered glitching when you ask why he doesn’t just use his electrokinesis to escape…

If you really want to get him going, brush an arm against his side as you pass by or elbow him in the ribs. He is almost guaranteed to blue screen right then and there, just for a few seconds, and then open-mouth gawk at you before recomposing himself and nervously straightening his bowtie.

It’s also important to note how all of his linguistic capabilities go down the drain after maybe a day or two of this.

“Heyyy, so uh, are you doing anything later? You should stop by the observation chamber, I need you to type… umm… type for me. Yeah- YES. Typing! Lots of typing! On a keyboard! Nothing else, that’s for sure! Later. Be there.”

“Can you help me adjust my coat? Specifically around the umm… waist… area. I tried to iron it but I fucked it up a bit, and uhh, it keeps making this weird crease- what? What do you mean you don’t see a crease? W-Well, it’s easier to feel it than anything! See where I’m pointing? Right there- oh. I mean… yeah, I guess I can just reach it myself if I can point that close to it- right. Right, okay, thanks.”

“Hmm? Oh, am I standing in your way? Well, I’m getting a very good signal from this specific spot. No, I can’t get this signal from anywhere else. If you want to get past me, that’s your problem, and I’m afraid you’ll just have to move me yourself. Wh- you’ll go the long way? Alright, well, good! Didn’t want you to move me! I like my signal! Go get your own, you freeloader!”

After a few days of this desperate act – if you choose to go this far, of course – he’ll only become more and more pitiful. There will reach a point where you literally feel so bad you just have to oblige.

He’ll be shocked, of course, and act as though he is outraged. A mere sinner, touching him?! Blasphemous! He won’t be having it!

It’s clear his attempts to “fight back” have almost no effort put in, and if you choose to call him out on it he will struggle just a little bit harder to try distracting you from the fact that he’s very clearly blushing.

And if you choose to call him out on the fact that he’s blushing, he’ll argue tooth and claw that Vox, the great TV demon, one of the supreme Overlords of Hell, does NOT blush, as his screen glows a bright cyan and he stutters over words that his processors seem to just barely kick out.

Once you make it clear after you begin the attack that you’re going to wreck him, he will make it easier for you and “accidentally” fall backwards onto the floor, allowing himself to be pinned down and tickled until he cries.

And you bet every single second that he’s going to pretend it’s the most agonizing experience ever, threatening you with everything in the nine circles he can think of…

If you want him to shut up, bring up the electrokinesis thing again and watch as he flusters himself by refusing to use it to get away purely out of spite, proving you right even more every second that he allows himself to be wrecked, knowing damn well he could get out of there immediately if he really wanted to.

The only reason he’ll actually use his electrokinesis is if you really manage to hurt his ego by teasing him… as soon as that electricity starts to spark up… run.

Death spot would definitely be his ribs. So much as quickly jabbing them will make him squeak at an unnatural pitch, quick to cover the area or grab the wrists of the attacker, sometimes both in that order. Spidering is gonna have this man screaming, gonna be thrashing around acting like it’s killing him.

Will lose his mind if you grab his waist and squeeze. Most sinners will be able to grab it with a single hand given what a toothpick he is, but for those with small hands, it’ll be even worse for him when two sets of fingers dig in on either side.

Can’t handle raspberries, seriously can’t. Right on his stomach?! How dare you! Pushing at your head half-heartedly, gripping his screen, trying to hide his face (in vain, really), squirming left and right to the point where you have to grip his sides and pin him, all while cursing you out and laughing so loud that any audio exiting his speakers peaks.

His laugh is loud in general, though, definitely borderline obnoxious, and as time goes on he’ll slowly fade out of his fake laugh that he molded over time and into a much more desperate and frazzled one. Oh, and god forbid if he snorts. Going to be embarrassed and blushing up a storm, eyebrows furrowed angrily if you react in any way to it, struggling even more intensely if that’s even possible… if he wasn’t already cursing you out, he’ll certainly be doing it then.

Remember the first bullet point? That’s where probably the worst tease for him comes into play: “admit that you’re ticklish, and I’ll stop.” You’re going to be met with a barrage of “no, fuck you”s and “go fuck yourself”s through fits of laughter. And make sure you speed up when he refuses… if you somehow get him to admit it, just remember that once you’re done wrecking him, you need to run, because he’s going to spend the next hour forcing you to admit that he’s better than you, that he isn’t ticklish, and that you’re actually the only one between the two of you who’s ticklish at all, as well as any other teases he can think of.

King of gaslighting! No one close to him actually believes him, they just know from… experience… that it’s better to agree, lest the claws get them >:]

Tickle him for too long and he will blue screen. You’ll get very clear hints that it’s about to happen, though, such as long pauses and glitching, his screen flitting across several different channels, and pixel tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

However, there’s also, of course, the option to make him melt rather than bluescreen.

His antennas are way too sensitive for actual tickling, only responding to light touches – a feather no-doubt works best.

And the effect is immediate. He’ll question what you’re doing at first before shuddering, a smile curling onto his face, and he’ll even do the equivalent of purring if you listen for the hum of his fans.

Going to be giggling shamelessly, definitely flustered but too torn to bother hiding it… lighter tickles elsewhere will make him squirm a bit, but he always seems to squirm closer than farther away.

Eyebrows furrowed from embarrassment but a wide grin and no objections -- just this seven-foot-tall gangly capitalist nightmare becoming putty and leaning against you, giggling quietly and sighing loudly when it’s over.

When he finally collects himself, it's right back to his charismatic TV persona to accuse you of doing it just because you wanted him to do it back.

#so basically #typed these all up imagining what he's gonna do to get revenge...#i can be a ler but mostly in a lee way does that make any sense #tickles #sfw tickling community #hazbin hotel vox

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rieadiary · 4 months

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NECK KISSES | l.hc

dom!haechan x sub!reader

summary ; wherein a stressful conversation leads to mess you weren’t expecting.

warnings ; breeding kink mention?, haechan says sweetheart & love, rough sex, dominant haechan, sneaky link mentions

a/n ; I spent a lot of time on this.. I really hope y’all enjoy, also not proofread so forgive me on that oh! and my friend asked me this so I’m answering it for y’all too, the girls in the pictures can be used as reference as the girl in the story if you don’t wanna imagine yourself, if you catch my drift!

Haechan watched you write in your book during class. You dressed very laid-back due to it being exams soon and Haechan thought it was adorable how you tried to hide the stress you were feeling. He watched you slowly stop paying much attention to your looks during school because there was no point, he loved that when it was just the two of you, you’d dress up prettily because that’s what he liked to see, but oh how he loved seeing you in your natural state.

You packed up your things as class ended, sighing in relief that the school day was over and all you had was studying to do.

“You okay?” Haechan snuck behind you, whispering close to you seductively.

“Not now Haechan,” you shrugged him off, pulling your book bag over your shoulder. Haechan smirked, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, “sweetheart, you’ve been avoiding me all week when are you gonna let me love you?” Haechan asked sweetly, his voice too sweet, almost like he was putting you through a spell as he spoke.

You sighed, pulling the loose strands of hair behind your ears, “I don’t know. When exams are over? I told you this already, I can’t afford to loose my scholarship over a sneaky link” you explained again, trying to walk past him but he stopped you forcing you to sit down.

“Sneaky? Link?” Haechan scoffed, laughing annoyed. “Is that what I am to you? Just someone to sneak around and have sex with?”

“Yes” you agreed, looking around to see kids walk in the classroom for tutoring.

Haechan scoffed again, this time silence following shortly after. “Alright then, hope you pass your exams then, love” haechan’s voice dripped with venom, evident that he was angry but he was a gentleman and accepted your decision.

The exams went smoothly. You aced all of them and your teachers even told you that they’d put in a good word to any school you’d apply to. Unfortunately, you had no one to celebrate with. Your parents reaction was about a dry as it could be, and your friends didn’t take school seriously though they’d be proud to know you’d be getting into college easily now, but it wasn’t the same, they weren’t Haechan.

You tried texting him, calling, you even tried showing up to his house but to no avail, all of those options didn’t reveal Haechan. You remembered the last conversation you had with him and cursed yourself, admitting that the conversation shouldn’t have went that way.

Both you and Haechan had been seeing each other for a year now but it never went anywhere because you were afraid of settling down. When it came down to things like going on dates and being public, that wasn’t really your forte but at the same time it was, you were just too afraid of what would happen when you finally admitted that.

Maybe you should’ve just taken that risk after all.

“At all? Like you even sent him a titty pic?” One of your friends asked seriously, crossing her arms in shame, you shook your head no, feeling the seriousness of the situation all too soon. “Yeah girl you really messed up this time, he probably would’ve let it slide if you didn’t say sneaky link”

“I know! I was just stressed out, exams are the only thing I was worried about and I just felt like he was worried about sex you know?” You tried to reason but your friend glanced at you blankly, not finding your reason valid.

“Well you’ll never know now because he’s probably moved on” she added dryly, getting up to get something to drink.

She was right. It had been three whole weeks and you hadn’t heard from Haechan since the conversation, you had been dying to tell him that you passed your exams and it didn’t feel right not being able to. You supposed that was all your fault.

“Oh! I know! We can go to his fine friends house, the one who wants to be a pussy doctor?”

You grimaced at your friend, shaking your head “his name is jaemin you know..” you trailed off, eying your friend who shrugged, “I don’t care what his name is, in my eyes his name is daddy” she nodded at herself, grabbing her keys, “coming or not? This is your only chance to get your man”

You immediately got up, if not for Haechan than for the fact of being there to make sure she doesn’t embarrass herself.

Jaemin had let the both of you in with a gentle grin on his face, aside from the fact that your friend was drooling over Jaemin you saw Haechan sitting with his ex yasmine, who you remember fighting because of a misunderstanding.

You walked over to haechan and he eyed you, turning his attention back to yasmine who continued to talk to him about probably nothing, anger bubbling through you.

“Haechan can we talk? Now?” You muttered through grit teeth. Haechan sighed before getting up, walking to the room down the hall without uttering a word to you, obvious he was feeling a certain way.

You set your bag down and staggered towards the room, shutting the door behind you.

“You serious right now? Yasmine? Of all people you talk to her again?” You questioned Haechan who didn’t answer, simply rolling his eyes.

“Haechan don’t start that right now, get out your feelings and answer me”

Haechan crossed his hands over his chest, raising an eyebrow at you. “Hello? Are we gonna talk about how you were just with your ex? I’m not gonna leave until we do” you stepped up to him and he resisted the urge to smirk, staring dangerously into your eyes.

“I’m not gonna answer you until you realize who you’re talking to, sweetheart” Haechan warned you lowly. Edging his face close to yours.

“I know who I’m talking to, this act you have going on right now isn’t gonna faze me. Now answer my question”

You tried to speak again but Haechan grabbed your jaw, chuckling at the nerve you had today. “Act? Do you want me to show you who you’re talking to? Want me to show you how I really act?” Haechan smirked in your face and you swallowed, your heart beating nervously.

“Show me, show me who I’m talking to then” you dared him, not backing down from your dominance.

A second after your words he pushed you on the bed behind him, smiling at you. “Yeah? You want me to show you? Okay y/n” Haechan crawled on top of you, kissing you harshly, you could barely keep up with his pace and he knew that, resulting in him only biting your bottom lip as he held your throat with his hand.

“Ah- Haechan-” you tried to say as he broke the kiss, pressing kisses over the sensitive skin on your neck. Your hand flew to his wrist as his grip around your neck tightened, marks being made all over your skin.

Haechan pulled away, staring in your eyes, “are you sure you want this?” He asked quickly, his eyes dark and his breath uneasy. You nodded, this what you wanted for three weeks now, his attention, his love, his lust for you.

“Words, love, I need you to tell me what you want”

“Yes Haechan, yes” you found yourself growing needy, his gaze making your stomach do butterflies.

Haechan ripped your shirt in half, kissing you roughly again. You didn’t have time to be shocked about your shirt because after he pulled away from kissing you he was already pulling the straps off your shoulders, gripping your boobs and licking your nipples.

It was all so much, it all felt too good too soon. He had never been like this and it made you want him even more, you wanted him to make you beg for his forgiveness, you wanted him to be rough.

“Pants off, quickly” he ordered and you obeyed, sitting up to take your jeans off, revealing your pretty red panties that he bought you. “Aw cute, those off too” he added playing with the band of your panties. You shyly shrugged off your panties as Haechan was growing impatient, he grabbed the panties and tugged them off you, grabbing your legs and pulling you near his face.

“Now love, I need you to be quiet, every moan you let out I’ll slow down” Haechan kissed your thighs, edging close to your soaked pussy. You bit your lip nervously, knowing you couldn’t be quiet not while he was eating you out.

“Haechan you know I can’t-” you tried to explained but Haechan tsked, slapping your thigh, “you can love, and you will or you won’t cum yeah? He warned, pressing kisses to your clit.

“Y-Yes.. I’ll be quiet” you breathed feeling Haechan already start licking your clit, working his tongue on you at a very slow pace, the feeling already causing you to bite your lips again, hoping you didn’t make any noise.

Haechan picked up his pace, his tongue moving faster as he squeezed your thigh, groans leaving his mouth everytime he tasted you “you taste so good my love, all for me right?” He asked putting his attention back on your click, speeding his tongue up.

You couldn’t talk. Your breaths had already quickened and every now and then you’d let out a small moan that you hoped Haechan didn’t hear, you had your bottom lip tucked under your teeth in attempt to silence yourself, rolling your eyes in pleasure everytime his tongue flicked your clitoris.

“Right? Speak, now” he demanded as he stuck a finger inside of you, his eyes staring into yours. After a couple seconds of you trying to remember what he said he stopped his movements, sitting up to look at you,

“Don’t make me ask again love,” his voice was so low, turning you on even more.

“Y-Yes only for you Haechan, please..” you begged wanting nothing more but to feel his tongue again, to feel him do something again.

“Mm, took to long my love” Haechan unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants, “cmon, be a good girl” Haechan ordered to you who instantly sat up, knowing exactly what he wanted.

You grabbed his cock, edging his tip in your mouth and Haechan tsked again, grabbing your jaw and sliding himself in your mouth, groaning when he felt your warm mouth around him.

He hummed, feeling himself slide in and out of your mouth. “Yeah, this feeling is only from you, you’re so good y/n” he praised your mouthwork, watching you deepthroat him with no hands. He always felt himself almost finishing too soon when you sucked his cock, he missed you more than he would admit and the way you treated him right now made him forget all about your words towards him.

Haechan pulled you off him, watching you try to catch your breath, drool down your chin. “Yeah, all messy just for me, you know who’s in control now? Or do I need to show you some more?” Haechan said in your face, wiping the drool off your chin, “show me please haechan, I need to feel you” you pleaded and Haechan groaned at how needy you sounded.

“Lay down”

You did exactly what he asked, laying down on your back as he immediately spread your legs, he licked his lips at how wet you were, wanting to devour you again, he aligned himself with your pussy, sliding himself in, cursing at how good you felt, “remember, quiet my love” his voice faltered and you leaned your head back, covering your moans up with your hands, feeling him enter inside you.

You felt Haechan inside you, slowly at first. You looked at him inside you and it made you moan, you bit your lip halfway through the strangled moan but Haechan smirked, quickening his pace once he heard your sounds.

“That feels good?” He sped up more, picking your legs up on his shoulder and he pounded into you, hearing your sounds grow louder the more deep inside he was.

“So good, keep going, right there Haechan yes” you whimpered feeling him deep inside you, his position changing now and then and the angle hitting all the right spots every time. “Only I can make you feel like this. Me, only I can be this deep inside- inside you” Haechan moaned, bending down to moan loudly in your ear, making sure you heard how you made him feel as well.

“You feel so good, so good, wanna put babies in you” Haechan growled in your ear and his words make you moan in full blown pleasure, tears falling down your face as you felt your climax nearing.

“Haechan cum, I’m cumming” you squeezed out a moan, grabbing his back harshly as he whispered in your ears that he was nearing too, releasing inside of you just as you finished.

Haechan pulled away from your ear, pulling out as his eyes widened, “oh love.. I forgot to pull out” he said to you, genuinely forgetting.

You sighed, not minding much of what he just said. You were too tired to care about the problems that came with him cumming inside you, you closed your eyes and felt Haechan engulf you in a hug, picking you up shortly after before you drifted off to sleep.

xoxo, riea!

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#kpop x reader #kpop smut #smut #kpop #nct x y/n #nct x reader #nct dream #nct haechan #haechan #haechan x reader #haechan x you #haechan x y/n

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ayunakatsukiwolfhashira · 7 months

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Teacher Sanemi x Teacher Reader

You were the theater teacher at the Kimetsu high school and it was a long day. The kids were wild and not listening so when the bell finally rang and signaled the end of the day, you were relieved. You entered the teachers lounge and saw Mrs. Kocho, Mr. Rengoku, and Mr. Shinazugawa.

“Hello Y/n!”

Kanae said as she set down her recently brewed coffee and Rengoku gave you a bright smile.

“Hello Y/n! How are you doing today?”

“I’m exhausted, the kids didn’t listen to my directions and nearly ruined the props, and then this one boy who was running around, tripped and knocked over one of the lights and it broke.”

You said as you plopped down on the couch next to Sanemi. Kanae giggled and Rengoku chuckled.

“Well, they might be teenagers, but they still appear to have childish behavior.”

Kanae said and sipped some more coffee, Sanemi glanced at you but then looked away and went on his phone. Rengoku peeked at his watch and decided that it was his time to leave.

“Well, I should get home and grade these tests, they aren’t going to grade themselves.”

He chuckled as he grabbed a couple folders and stood up from his chair and walked to the door.

“Farewell! I hope you three have a great rest of your day and get lots of rest! I’ll see you all tomorrow!”

You and Kanae smiled and waved to him, Sanemi nodded at him but remained silent. You and Kanae continued talking about the students and Sanemi sat there staring at his phone while scrolling but in the corner of your eye, you were able to tell that his phone was turned off. You were puzzled but decided to ignore it, maybe he was trying to look busy so that no one would talk to him.

However, this was not his entire motive, he was acting busy so he could listen to the soft sound of your voice. He wanted to talk to you but he couldn’t, he was nervous because you were outgoing and confident and he was hot-headed and arrogant. He didn’t see himself worthy of you so he always tried to ignore and get rid of his feelings but he always failed. Kanae glanced at Sanemi and she got an idea so she got up.

“I’m sorry that I have to cut this short but I need to go take the girls home, bye bye Y/n and Sanemi.”

She knew about Sanemi’s feelings towards you and she found it adorable and a little shocking. A grumpy angry person such as Sanemi capable of love and affection? She found it intriguing but she also wanted to see the two of you matched up so she would do anything to help that.

“Aww okay, bye Kanae!”

You replied and Sanemi just huffed although his face appeared to be a bit red. She smiled before she exited the room, leaving you and Sanemi alone in the room.

“So, how was your day? I didn’t get a chance to talk to you today.”

You said and he waited a beat before turning away from you and replying.

“It was fine.”

Sanemi didn’t really waste his time with words since most of the time he didn’t really care but with you, he cared a lot and tried his best to pick out his words carefully so as to not hurt you.

“I like your…skirt…a lot.”

He managed to get out and you smiled.

“Aw thank you, I was worried that it was too short and that people wouldn’t like it or think of me as an attention seeker.”

‘I would kill anyone who dared to hurt you whether it was physically or mentally.’ He thought to himself and just nodded. He had no clue what to say to keep the conversation afloat so he started looking around for objects that might provoke a conversation to start up again. You watched him with a hint of confusion on why he was looking anywhere but you. He spotted the fridge and turned back to you.

“What’s your favorite food or snack or dessert or whatever.”

He asked as he forced himself to stare into your eyes to not appear disrespectful.

“I personally enjoy (favorite thing to eat), it’s delicious!”

Sanemi made sure to imprint that into his memory so he could get it for special occasions. He didn’t realize how much he was enjoying this time with you and this made him wonder how close he could get to you.

“You said you and your students were preparing for an upcoming play?”

You nodded.

“Could you tell me about it and maybe even show me the set?”

He watched your eyes sparkle with excitement, he heard from the others about how passionate you were about theatre, he found it quite adorable. You got up and grabbed his arm before dragging him to your classroom which was also known as the theater. He watched you climb up the stage and pull the curtains to reveal the set of props. There was painted sceneries, costumes, plastic trees and plants and even a sound board.

“What’s the play about?”

“It’s a romantic drama that circles around two teenagers who are forced to marry other people and since they are friends, they talk about how they relate to each other and as the friendship progresses, they eventually find themselves in love with each other.”

“Oh wow, so how do they find out they have feelings for each other?”

You smiled and held out your hand towards him which he took and you helped him on the stage and led him to the middle.

“When they learn that they have to slow dance with their fiancés, they want to practice and since they were in the same situation, they decided to practice with each other and as they danced, like this.”

You grab Sanemi’s arms and put them around your waist which caused him to blush like crazy, and you put your arms around his neck.

“They danced as they stared into each other's eyes and the sunlight dimmed and was soon replaced by the glow of the moon.”

You explained to him and he stared into your eyes, taking in all the details of your skin, your lashes, your lips. His heart pounded to the beat of your steps and he took a deep breath before saying.

“F*ck it.”

And he pulled you towards him and connected your lips to his. You turned into a blushing mess but soon melted into the kiss. A couple seconds later, he broke the kiss and looked away.

“I’m feeling brave right now so I’ll ask, will you go on a date with me, I’ll buy you your favorite food and we can do whatever you want whether it’s a movie night or a walk through the park, I don’t care. I just want to be with you no matter what, I already wasted enough time.”

The speed of your heart rapidly picked up and you smiled at him

“Of course, I would love to go on a date with you.”

He let out a big sigh of relief and hugged you.

“Thank you…I’ll never let you down, I promise.”

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what if i told you (i love you) part 3 - joel miller

pairing: joel miller!fem reader

chapter summary: with Joel and Ellie still in Jackson, you try to navigate your confusing feelings towards Joel. warnings: small mentions of violence, angst, fluff, swearing I think. let me know if i missed anything please! also this isn't edited at all. if you know tlou and wanna beta this story, that would be lovely <3 word count: 3k masterlist series masterpost ask box tag list form

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When Jack was first born, you went through a rough time. You were a new mom in a post-apocalyptic world and still trying to get over the betrayal you felt from Joel. You spent many nights at the kitchen table with Maria or Avery, crying or sitting in silence and feeling numb. The hardest nights were when you missed him, because that meant feeling weak and you hated letting yourself feel like you needed him.

Your task of avoiding him during his stay in Jackson is becoming particularly difficult because of the duckling you seem to have acquired. Ellie trails after you nearly anywhere you and Jack go and Joel has no intention of letting Ellie out of his sight for longer than a few hours. A small part of you is jealous that he seems to see the girl as a daughter when he wouldn’t even accept Jack but you can’t blame her, so you let her tag along while pretending Joel isn’t always hovering in the background like a mother hen. During movie night, you seat Jack with Ellie and go stand in the back with the adults. Brad, one of the men around your age immediately comes over and tries to strike up a conversation with you. He’s nice enough, and not hard on the eyes but you never really let yourself make time for dating. You have your hands full with your kid so you just smile politely but entertain him, listening to him talk about going on patrol but tune him out when he begins bragging about taking out a pack of clickers. You know his story isn’t true because Avery was on the same patrol as him and told you when the clickers showed up, he hid while everyone else took care of it.

At some point, you can feel a pair of eyes on you and immediately you know who it is without having to look. You’re trying to ignore it but his eyes feel like they’re burning a hole in your head so you turn to look and as you do, he quickly walks out of the building. You don’t know what comes over you, but you excuse yourself from your conversation with Brad and follow Joel outside. He didn’t go far, you find him leaning against the wall near the door a few feet away, arms crossed and deep in thought. It’s close to impossible to sneak up on him unless he’s feeling safe or is with someone he trusts. You’re apparently neither anymore because his head shoots up as soon as you get close.

He stares at you, mouth opening and closes a few times before he looks back at the ground and scuffing his boot in the dirt. You’ve no idea why you even followed him out here in the first place and after a few more seconds of silence, you start to head back inside but his voice stops you just as it did a few nights ago. He still has this invisible hold on you and you can’t understand why.

“Sarah,” he mumbles so quietly you wouldn’t have heard it if it wasn’t silent outside. “Her name was Sarah and she was my entire world and she’s gone.”

Tommy had admitted to you on one of your bad nights while he and Maria were trying to comfort you that Joel had lost a daughter. You’d put two and two together after Tommy made the memorial with Maria’s late son and the name Sarah who you knew was neither of theirs.

“Yeah,” you whisper, hating the ache in your chest you feel for him. You can’t imagine losing Jack but you don’t know if you can accept what he is insinuating. You can hear him walk towards you and you fight the urge to leave because as much as you don’t want to be around him, this is the first time he’s opened up to you.

“I thought it’d be replacin’ her,” he mumbles and you realize he means Jack. That accepting another child would mean replacing his late daughter.

You turn around to find him closer than you were expecting and take a step backwards, almost toppling backwards but his arms reach out and catch you. He doesn’t let go immediately, hands firm and steady gripping your arms exactly how you remember. For a moment, neither of you move. It’s as if you’re in a trance and it only breaks when the door flies open and Jack comes running out the door with Ellie chasing after him.

You pull away from Joel, picking up Jack when he reaches for you.

“Mama! The movie’s over,” he says and then frowns. “You were gone.”

“I came out for some fresh air.”

He grumbles and tucks his face in the crook of your neck. “‘S cold,”

You’re about to respond when Joel shrugs his thick brown jacket off and drapes it over Jack but it’s big enough that it covers you as well.

You mumble a quiet thanks, ignoring the curious look Ellie gives you both and bid goodbye to the both of them, promising the girl that you would see her tomorrow.

It was inevitable, you realize, sitting at the table listening to Jack tell Joel and Ellie a story you��d told him too often.

“And-and then the Prince saved the Princess from a huge monster who’s teeth go click click click and then they went to Fred and Bob’s house for dinner!”

You can feel Joel’s eyes on you the entire time Jack is telling them the story. He’s clearly piecing together that this isn’t just some made up story you told your son but a kid-friendly version of something that happened between you and Joel. It was shortly before you left Boston, Joel and yourself going to Bill and Franks for something. You’d been distracted because it was just after you found out you were pregnant and hadn’t told anyone yet and you turned your back for a split second while you were in the wrong place and nearly torn apart by a clicker. Joel had been furious, saying you needed to be more careful but he couldn’t have been that mad because after lecturing you for ten minutes, he’d pinned you against a tree and kissed you until you couldn’t remember your name.

It was one of the last times he had kissed you before you told him you were pregnant and then left Boston.

“Quite a story,” Joel says, looking at Jack who proudly smiles at the older man's comment. “Does the Princess have a name?”

Jack gives you a curious look and when you don’t say anything, he shrugs and looks back at Joel.

“Mama never said.”

Ellie snickers quietly, obviously also realizing that the story is based on actual events. Joel gives her a look but she doesn’t back down despite his glare. She leans towards Jack and grins.

“Do you have any more stories about the Prince and Princess?”

Simultaneously, you and Joel both say “no” a little too loudly which earns the two of you some looks.

“I think it’s time for someone to go to school,” you say, standing up and offering your hand to Jack who grumbles but climbs off his chair and requests to be picked up by you rather than walk. You know you’re probably babying him but he’s growing too quick and soon he won’t want to be carried around by his mom so you’re cherishing every moment.

You chance a look at Joel before you leave and he’s wearing the softest expression you’ve probably ever seen on him and it makes your stomach do somersaults and cheeks warm. It’s probably a bad idea, no it’s definitely a bad idea but when it comes to Joel Miller, you always made bad choices.

“You guys can walk with us if you’d like,” you say and Ellie is out of her chair before you even finish the sentence. Joel looks a little more hesitant but he still doesn’t like going far without the girl in his sight so he follows the three of you outside.

Of course by the time you get to the small school Jackson has, Jack is more than happy to go in and play with his friends. He gives you, Ellie, and a startled Joel hugs before running inside without looking back. You’re grateful that you have a place here where Jack can have as close to a normal childhood one can have in this world. You can’t imagine if you’d stayed in Boston what kind of upbringing he would’ve had. You certainly don’t miss it there, aside from the nights you missed Joel which were far and few in between up until he showed up here. The reason he’s here is still unclear although you have a suspicion Tommy knows more than what he’s told you and even Maria. The length of Joel and Ellie’s stay is also not known. You were expecting them to just need to stop and get supplies before continuing their journey but they’re still here and you have no idea when they’ll be leaving.

You’re not sure what possessed you to invite Joel and Ellie to your little house for dinner but here you are, chopping vegetables to make soup. Jack is still at school and the soup will take time to cook but Ellie insisted on helping you prepare it and Joel said he needed to go see Tommy. It’s kind of nice to have company even if it’s in the form of a fourteen year old. Said fourteen year old has been awfully quiet the past twenty minutes and you can tell she’s wanting to ask you something but is stopping herself.

“Go ahead,” you eventually say, tired of her silence.

“Joel is Jack’s dad, isn’t he?”

You’re so tempted to say no, only for the fact that she obviously looks up to Joel and you don’t know who she would look at as the bad guy. And honestly is the best policy, right?

“Yeah,” you tell her, noticing when her shoulders deflate.

She’s quiet for another five minutes before asking, “Did Joel tell you to leave?”

You’re quick to answer this question because as wrong as what Joel did was, it was your decision to leave Boston and you don’t want to put some wedge between them.

“No, I left because I wanted a better life for Jack.” It’s not a complete lie, Joel is part of why you left but you really did want a better life for your son than what he would’ve had in Boston.

“Alright,” she eventually says and then: “Can you pass me another carrot?”

And that’s that. You both chat about random things, she tells you some terrible puns and you buckle and reluctantly tell her some more stories of when you, Joel and Tess lived in Boston. She tells you that Joel won’t talk about Tess and she feels guilty about her death. You listen quietly, letting her spill out things she must have been holding in knowing Joel didn’t want to hear it.

“I knew Tess really well,” you tell her. “She wouldn’t have done what she did if she didn’t think it was worth it.”

Ellie looks at you hesitantly. “Yeah?”

You nod and she smiles a little before asking if she can come with you to pick up Jack, but you tell her that Avery is going to pick him up and drop him here. Since you’ve got some quiet time, you decide to do some cleaning while Ellie goes to the house she and Joel have been staying at to take a shower.

It’s a couple hours later when there’s a knock on your door and you’re figuring it’s Avery with Jack so when you open the door, you almost drop the broom you’re holding when you see Joel standing in front of you and Jack in his arms. You start to ask why Joel has Jack and where Avery is when you see the woman in question standing at the bottom of the stairs with a sheepish smile on her face.

“We, uh, ran into Mr. Miller on our way here and Jack insisted that he come with us,” she explains but you can’t stop looking at the duo in front of you. Jack is smiling, arms wrapped around Joel’s neck and telling him a story but Joel is watching you warily, like he’s expecting you to yell or something.

“Hi mama,” Jack says but makes no move to leave Joel’s arms. In fact, he looks very pleased that the older man is carrying him.

“Hi baby,” you reply, unsure what to do. You don’t want to upset Jack by taking him from Joel but you can’t tell if the latter is uncomfortable. Avery, sensing the tension, smiles brightly and waves awkwardly.

“I gotta go feed Lucy,” she says, already walking backwards. “See ya, Jack!”

Jack shouts goodbye to Avery and you finally snap out of your stupor, stepping back to let Joel walk inside. He toes off his boots and you’re about to offer to take his jacket when you realize he’s not wearing one because you never gave him it back last night.

“Dinner smells good,” he says, following you to the living room where Jack finally wriggles out of Joel’s arms but only to get a toy to show him.

“Look Mr. Miller,” the boy says, offering a wooden train that you gave him for his birthday. An older gentleman in the town made it for you after hearing Jack talking about how much he loved looking at pictures of trains.

“That’s a really nice train,” Joel compliments, sitting down on the couch. Jack immediately climbs up and settles down next to him, chatting about the toy and you watch as Joel listens intently, nodding at the right times and you remember that he’s done this before, it may have been twenty years ago, but he’s dealt with an excited almost five-year-old.

The front door opening and closing tears your attention away from them and you look to find Ellie walking towards you, shrugging off her jacket. She lays it on the rocking chair and then plops down next to Jack, shooting you a small smile. There’s something in her expression that is sadder than when she left and you wonder if something happened since she left but you don’t bother asking her now. Instead, you go set the table and check the soup to make sure it’s done before calling everyone to the kitchen. Jack makes sure his chair is as close to Joel’s as he can get it so he can keep talking to him.

You have heavily conflicted feelings about the relationship growing between them. On one hand, it’s kind of nice that Jack is getting to know his dad, even if he doesn’t know Joel is his father. On the other hand, if you let Jack get too attached to Joel, it’ll break his heart when he and Ellie leave. So, you decide tonight after Jack is gone to bed and Ellie goes home, you’ll sit Joel down and ask him why he’s here and when he’s leaving.

Of course that doesn’t happen because Ellie and Jack pass out on the sofa after reading every children's book you own and you and Joel end up sitting at the table, drinking some liquor Maria had given you that you never got around to drinking. You’re not drunk, but you’re tipsy enough that you feel relaxed around Joel and laugh at whatever he’s saying. It almost feels like Boston, when the days were so long and dark that all you wanted to do was sit and drink with him and eventually wind up in bed together.

Except now, you’ve got two kids who are sleeping in the living room and no intention of going to bed with him. Well, maybe if you let yourself have a few more glasses and if there weren’t kids in the other room but that’s just the alcohol in your system making you think things you shouldn’t.

“Do you remember when Frank asked how long we’d been dating?” He asks and you snort at the memory. You didn’t know at the time why Frank would even think that since you and Joel had been bickering the entire time you were at dinner, and Tess had to tell the two of you to knock it off multiple times. She had choked on her water when you asked why Frank thought you were dating and he said that it was because the two of you reminded him of Bill and himself.

“Yeah, Tess nearly choked because she was laughing when we simultaneously shouted no and then Bill caught us making out behind his house,” you say, smiling behind a sip of your drink. He doesn’t react to you saying Tess’s name and just shakes his head with a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He tilts his head a little so he’s looking at you and not the ceiling.

“If I thought it covered the pain I caused you, I’d say sorry,” he says quietly and a little broken.

You look away, swallowing loudly. “Well, sorry would be a start.”

You don’t say that you’re not sure if you can forgive him, even if he did say sorry. Even if he knelt in front of you and begged, you’re not sure if you could push past the last five years. Every night you spent sobbing into your pillow in Boston while you waited for him to come back after you told him you were pregnant. Every bad night you had here in Jackson, thinking of why he did it.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers softly, like it’s a secret.

Blinking back tears, you clear your throat and nod. “Thank you.”

Thank you but I can’t forgive you, goes unsaid. But a little voice in the back of your mind whispers, I can't forgive you yet and you can’t help but believe it a little bit.

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Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Pt. 12)

Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Crew (and others) & Reader-Insert

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Warnings: Yandere behavior, excessive use of force/fire, light injuries, and character death. At this point, need I remind ya'll to not tolerate possessive/toxic behavior in real life? Or murder/violence for that matter. If yandere content makes you uncomfortable, please do block the tag 'oh sweet child of mine' as well as any variation of 'one piece yandere' that you feel is necessary.

Ya'll about to lose your damn minds and I'm not sorry.

(also, this gif is baller)

Word Count: 2,439

Ace leaned back a little as Striker sped off across the water. Ocean spray erupting in his wake as he veered towards the shoreline. Marco was checking the other nearby island while he checked this one. Discreetly.

Well… as discreetly as he could manage.

After several months of riding Teach’s ass, he knew they were close. Several times they went into a port only to find out that Teach had left only days before. Whatever crew he managed to get on such short notice was competent, Ace would admit that much. But everything he heard only made his fire burn hotter in his chest. He’d been practically spitting sparks for weeks now.

Particularly what he’d heard from Luffy.

‘They look cool. Though really tired!’

Thatch had woken up a couple of months back, though he was still strictly on bedrest. He was able to provide a better picture of what happened. As they had all suspected, you didn’t have anything to do with it. As far as Thatch could remember while bleeding out, Teach had kidnapped you with a sack. Not exactly ‘accomplice’ behavior. Thatch had also been devastated to learn that you’d been taken when he was right there.

Ace promised to bring you back home. At this point, the only reason for Teach to return was so Oyaji could personally punt him into the sea.

Ace ran Striker onto the shore and leapt out, boots digging into the sand as he jogged up the slight incline. Shards of glass breaking under his heel as he took a moment to control his temper.

He just wanted to go home already. He wanted all of this to be over with. To go back to teasing you for dodging parties and Thatch’s attempts to befriend you. Hell, he’d even take your awkward, concerned smiles for when someone tried really hard to talk to you about joining. Like they were confessing their plans to marry a sea king—actually, you’d probably be offended they thought they were worthy of Mao.

Ace sucked in a deep breath and steadied himself. Stalking through the shadows towards the center of the town. Ears primed for gossip.

“—they think I’d pay for that! Ugh!”

“—get ahold of your sister after last week? What she say?”

“—Did you see those pirates? Dragging around a slave, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised—” Ace jerked towards the voice with narrowed eyes. An older lady gossiped with someone just a little bit younger, the two engrossed with their conversation. “—That Blackbeard fellow has no shame! All those rings! And his crew were just obnoxious! I feel so bad for that slave. I wonder if calling the marines would help or if they’d just be sold again?”

“I thought slaves just had the collar and brand. I didn’t even see a brand anywhere… do you think it’s a ransom?”

“Well, you’d think he wouldn’t be carting them around if that was the case! Poor dear looked exhausted!”

Ace grit his teeth, hissing as steam curled between his lips. After a moment, he put on his best, charming smile and stepped out.

“Excuse me, ma’am? I couldn’t help but overhear you… are they still here? My friend was taken by pirates and I’ve been trying to find them for months! Thick glasses, blue bandana around their wrist?” Ace asked with wide, sad eyes. The older ladies tittered at him as expected.

“Oh! Yes, actually, though it looked like they’re using it as a bandage now. That brute doesn’t look very gentle to me, you know. Last I heard they were readying for departure on the other side of town.” She replied. Ace bowed low.

“Thank you, very much, ma’am! Ah.” Ace looked up with a wry smile. “I suggest you ladies get a bit of distance. I’m afraid I’m going to make a bit of a mess soon.”

The ladies nodded and hurried off, warning others as they went.

Ace kept his smile for a few moments longer before settling his gaze in the direction they indicated.

Ace huffed, running up a wall and grabbing onto a rooftile. Hoisting himself up to run atop the buildings for a better vantage point. The colorful clay roofing blurring as he rushed.

He leapt on top of a house, crouched down low as he sneered.

Teach stood with his crew around him, organizing barrels. You swaying on your feet a little beside him. A dull, iron bracelet connected to a chain that ran all the way to Teach’s own wrist.

Luffy was right.

You looked fucking exhausted.

Ace cupped his hand, fire pooling between his fingers as he threw it down at Teach’s feet where it exploded. More light and noise than damage.

He didn’t want to hurt you.

It would be tricky to immolate Teach with you next to him, but Ace was clever. He’d figure something out. At the very least he could keep fighting until Marco arrives.

“TEACH YOU BASTARD!”

--*--

You yelped, startled by the sudden explosion just feet from you. Teach instantly backing up with his hand gripping your arm. His face turned up towards a roof.

You followed his gaze in shock as the figure stood up. Ace screaming furiously across the distance.

“TEACH YOU BASTARD!” Rather than be intimidated in the least, Teach laughed.

“Commander! Should have known it would be you.” Teach grinned, pulling you forward a bit. “Here for something? Why not join my crew? I’m going to be a warlord soon, you know. After I turn in Straw Hat, they’ll gladly give me the position.”

You couldn’t quite see Ace well, but he seemed more furious at the suggestion than before. His fruit flaring enough that even with your exhaustion you noticed. He’d clearly been burning so hot for a while now—your obliviousness to him was just further evidence for how weak you’d gotten over the past few months.

Teach had been getting a tad… desperate to outrun his pursuers until he could manage to get the warlord title. And it seems as though his luck had run out.

“I. Would. Never.” Ace spat, launching off the room in a hail of fire and landing several feet away. “Luffy is my little brother, Teach. You’re not hurting anymore of my family.”

Teach made a surprised sound and you couldn’t blame him. They didn’t quite resemble each other, nor did they share a last name. And seeing Ace now, face etched with fury, he looked about as far from the goofy, beaming Luffy as possible.

Teach clicked his tongue.

“What a shame. You’re pretty strong, commander. We could have done great together.” Teach bemoaned playfully, like they were still crewmates having a small argument over pie flavors.

“I’m not your commander, Teach. Not after what you’ve done.” Ace’s body lit up like a bonfire, flaring high into the sky and making you look away or risk blinding yourself.

The shadows beneath your feet writhed as the light flickered over them, powered by your fruit as a cold spot developed around you. Around Teach.

“Go. None of you are strong enough to fight him—” Teach warned before one of them shot a gun at Ace. The bullets flying through harmlessly, leaving only temporary holes in the blazing fire that constituted his body. Ace’s eyes were fixed on you like dying stars. “Now!”

The crew ran as a flashover spilled out across the area, scorching the earth and singing your lungs.

You wished you had the opportunity to run yourself. Never, have you ever, wanted to fight Ace. For a lot of reasons.

Mostly a lack of desire to know what being a burned marshmallow felt like.

Teach’s free fist was coated in smoke and shadows, curling around his fingers eagerly.

Ace reeled back his fiery arm, fist clenched tight as Teach mirrored him.

Fire and living darkness rushed across the space, suddenly not nearly enough space as they collided violently. Friction lighting where they clashed as it raced upwards and out, attempting to find a weak point. You felt your body being blown back, only held in place by Teach’s firm grip as his boots dug into the earth. Despite only being connected to Teach, you could feel how hungry the fire was. Eating away the oxygen as it exploded again and again, trying to outmatch the shadows.

The final detonation was high above your head and the shockwave took you down to your knees as you gasped for air. Shaking almost as violently as their first blow, your head ringing, skin tingling with light burns. You blinked hard, eyes crying out at the relief as you looked up.

Teach’s grip on your arm was the only thing keeping you from collapsing to the ground. Dust and debris clinging to your body.

You were horrified. Only realizing now that Teach fully intended to keep you right next to him for this fight.

And you genuinely wasn’t sure you could handle being this close to any of it.

Teach grunted, bending down to wrap his arm around your middle like a sack of potatoes. You didn’t even really have time to consider how painful the position was before Ace leapt forward with a feral howl of anger.

Sparks and flame erupting around you as you could do nothing but hold onto Teach’s arm and close your eyes. Your body jerking around as the two traded blows. Teach handicapped by you, as was Ace, who clearly wasn’t quite going all out like he wanted. The air was stiflingly hot and heavy as they clashed. Fire burning through your eyelids as you tried to focus on anything but the fight.

“Zehahahaha~! What’s wrong, commander? You don’t seem to be invested!” Teach cackled before he was cut off with a pained grunt. “I was hit!?” He mumbled just over the rippling sound of fire tearing through the atmosphere.

“You’re a fucking COWARD, TEACH! PUT! THEM! DOWN!” Ace screamed like he was possessed, explosions scorching you as Teach jerked around a touch desperately.

You gasped for air, lungs burning from heat and exertion. Exhaustion filling your head with cotton as tears slipped through your closed eyes.

You… you were so fucking sick and tired of this.

All of it.

Every last fucking thing.

Sick of the fucking pirates!

Sick of your fucking devil fruit!

Sick of the clammy, creepy shadows curling around your ankles every fucking second of the day!

Your senses focused on that sensation. How much you hated it.

Fire and shadows tearing up the earth as Teach occasionally pulled in debris to single-handedly hurl at Ace. Pulled in nearly the whole town only to eject it violently at Ace.

Every move taunting and teasing your senses as it pulled on your lingering energy.

“TEEEAAAACCHH!” Ace roared, the sound distant and dull in your ears.

Your heart beat in your chest. A distant drum that steadily grew closer. Louder until it vibrated in your blood and bones.

Ba-thump!

A mirage formed behind your eyelids. Less wavering and unsteady with every beat.

Ba-thump!

A dial. Almost like a pressure gauge. The needle vibrating near the red and jumping with every attack.

Ba-thump!

You felt a foreign vibration build in your chest. Your feet digging into the broken cobblestone, muscles screaming out as you forced yourself to uncurl from around Teach’s arm.

BA-THUMP!

Your nails dug into his skin as you pivoted. One hand curled around the illusionary dial before twisting. To. Zero.

“Dial DOWN!” You screamed, the pressure of his fruit on yours reversing.

Teach spun in your bloodied grip, body flying around as you threw him over your shoulder with more strength than you thought you’d ever have. Fueled by rage and desperation to make it stop.

The chain pulled taut. Yanking you with him as you screamed, the joint popping out of place from the force of your throw.

The electric pain made your hand spasm as you ‘let go’. Body pulled across the ground and nearly slamming your face into the ruined street beneath you. Your only free hand scrapping across the broken rock, leaving a trail of blood that was shared underneath your knees and side of your ribs.

You gasped, body jerking uncontrollably away from the taut chain but only abusing your dislocated shoulder further.

It was dead silent aside from your pained gasp and a low, startled moan from Teach.

He coughed.

“…zehahahahaha—"

Then he laughed. Shadows erupting around you both as he slowly sat up.

“HAHAHAHA! ZEHAHAHAHAHA! ZEHA—”

A burning, oozing hand slammed into his head, shoving him back down with a barely registered scream. The smell of burning flesh erupting as you looked up in shock.

Teach was dead in less than a second.

Admiral Akainu kneeling over him, one arm shoved to the ground where Teach’s head used to be. His foot burning through Teach’s arm, melting him slowly as lava pooled around him. The heat waving over you at a much greater temperature than all but the most devastating of Ace’s attacks. And he was several feet away.

“…S-Sir?!” You rasped, throat burning as you tried to sit up.

Admiral Akainu jerked at the sound of your voice. His stern features flickering for a moment.

“You did well, Ensign. We only have one last thing to take care of.” Admiral Akainu stated with cold eyes. Slowly standing before walking towards you. Deliberately stepping on the chain and melting it under his shoe.

“HEY! GET AWAY FROM THEM!” Ace screamed, throwing a fireball high. Admiral Akainu flicked his hand, batting it away as he moved to kneel before you. Gently helping you up.

Still in shock, you couldn’t say anything as he braced your back and shoved your shoulder into place. You screamed, startled as pins and needles went down your arm, though otherwise the relief was immense.

You panted, utterly confused as he picked you up with one arm under your thighs, pinning your face into his suit as he sneered.

“I haven’t forgotten about you, Fire Fist.”

You trembled as the air grew hazy with an overwhelming amount of heat. The edge taken off due to your devil fruit connecting with Admiral Akainu’s.

You were so tired.

You managed to look back at Ace, worry dragging you from the edge of consciousness. He looked horrified and infuriated all at once.

You felt the tears slip down your face, almost ice cold in the heat.

There was no way Ace could survive against Admiral Akainu with his devil fruit.

Even before you got involved, it simply didn’t burn hot enough.

#one piece yandere #yandere whitebeard crew #platonic yandere #oh sweet child of mine #yandere ace #yandere blackbeard #reader insert #yandere akainu #ding dong the witch is dead #i really love the trope subversion of someone coming out of left field and ending a villain that no one planned to be there #its just so damn satisfying that the villain doesn't even get the defeat they would have wanted

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high chronicles

pairing: argyle x afab reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: After crushing on Argyle for a while, you thought of a way to finally get to know him better. Even better than you originally planned.

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+, minors dni), mentions of weed/weed usuage, high sex

a/n: it's one am, im expecting no one to read this because i wrote this with a fresh c0vid vaccine in my left arm and it is killing me. also i didnt proofread so dont kill me.

The pizza shop today was slow as the day kept on getting longer and longer. It was you and a couple other teens working the shop as well. Argyle was aimlessly watching you clean the counters off. It felt weird to be under the watch of Argyle, he was technically your boss. His father owns the complex and the van, so he takes that mobile anywhere he pleases. Hoping to not look like a complete dimwit, you quickly finished up your task. You’ve had the hugest crush on Argyle for a while now and honestly others would look at you as if you grew a third head if you said it out loud.

He was funny, a bit goofy, knew how to have a good time and was a diligent worker. Argyle smoked most of the time at work but today he didn’t. You could usually smell the pot ooze off of him but weirdly enough, today, he smelt normal. You didn’t mean to get a whiff, he was walking past you; how could you not get a sniff? You cringe at the thought of being so weird but really he smelt nice.

Personally for you, it was hard to strike up a conversation with him and you really just want to know more about him. So what do you do?

“Hey Argyle, you got anything on you?”

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Cough after cough, eyes watering, and lungs burning; you feel your mouth get dry and eyelids heavy. It was past 10 now and the shop was closed. You don’t really plan on getting home any time soon and just want to get to know Argyle more. Your head was heavy and landed it right in Argyle's lap as he slouched on the seat in the back of the van. Argyle drove you two somewhere secluded where no one was going to catch you smoking. You were peacefully thinking about sleeping. That’s until a question popped into Argyle’s head.

“So like, what’s your deal dude?” He slurs as a smoke leaves his mouth. You tried to look up at him but your eyelids were making it very hard to open, so you tried to move your head better to look at him. His eyes looking down, meeting yours. A simple ‘hmm?’ is all you can say.

“I mean like– you don’t seem like a smoker, so why are you doing it today?” Argyle says while looking up at the roof of the van. Wide eyed and embarrassed, you just leave your mouth open trying to find something to say.

“It’s okay! I’m not one to judge but something feels fishy, and let me tell you fish and pot does not go good together; ask Johnathan, he knows what I’m talking ‘bout.” He says flailing his hands around. All the while, you had the widest grin and it could not leave your face as he slowly stated the weird encounter of pot and fish.

“Do you want me to be truthful?” You ask up looking at him once again. Yet again, his eyes wander down to you on his lap and he gulps, nodding. You lay on your side, head facing towards him and curl up.

“I actually really like you, Argyle. I have for a while and I thought, you know, I could like, get to know you better if we, you know.” You rambled out, a bit too quickly for Argyle’s brain. It was like your brain worked faster while Argyle’s slowed down even more. He couldn’t comprehend what you said because you kept on talking. At this point you’re talking about ‘how it’s okay if you don’t like me back, because let’s be real, who would like me back?’ and then a quick laugh that he would replay in his head five times over because it was his favorite sound at the moment. At this point you're on your knees while he was still slouched, to you it looked like he was out of it, yet something in your drugged mind kept on talking.

Then silence. You looked to see in front of you that Argyle was in fact kissing you. All you could feel was him. He slowly moves back to catch his breath. It was so tense in the van that you were still as a pole.

“I’m sorry, man, you just kept on going and I need you to, like, stop talking.” He huffs and pushes his hair behind his ear. You look at your palms, trying your best to understand the situation. “I really like you too,” he groans, leaving you bewildered. “ It's just, I didn’t want to confess while tripping, man. I was actually, like, planning things out today! But when you asked, it was like my head went mush and I forgot the plan because it meant I got to be in the van with you.”

“High.”

“Hello?”

“No, I meant that you got to be with me in the van, high.” You try correcting again. You bit the inside of your cheek thinking of something to say but that was until Argyle beat you to it.

“Can I kiss you?” His eyes are looking at one place only and it’s your lips. You nod, looking him in the eyes and biting your lip. His eyes meet yours before you both close them to meet in the middle. This kiss was obviously different from the first one. It felt as if time went slowly as you guys kept on kissing. You felt a rush of confidence and straddled him. He whimpers underneath you as you place your hand on his chest. His arms are limp to his side so you take the initiative yet again and move his arms on your waist.

You could feel yourself get needier for him as you began grinding on him slowly, leaving him a mess underneath you. You could feel him getting stiff underneath you and want to feel more of it.

“Is it okay if I go down on you?” He whispers in your ear. You lazily nod as he moves forward, leaving you on the floor of the van while he’s over top of you. He begins kissing your jaw and could feel yourself getting wet. He began nipping at your jaw as he got lower. Licking up and down, kissing here and there. Not really paying attention if he was going to leave a mark. He stopped in front of your breasts, looking at them and then you.

“You can touch them.” You whispered. He nods and watches as you begin to take off your shirt, leaving you in your bra for him. He moans at the sight of you bashfully looking away on the floor in your bra. He leans down and kisses on your collar bone, going lower and lower, meeting at the peak of your breasts. “Is it okay if I take this off?” He says playing with the strap of your bra.

A simple yes leaves your mouth as he tries to take off your bra. In the back of your mind, you think it’s cute he’s struggling but right now you’re clouded in lust and waiting is killing you right now. You make it easy for him and take it off for him and he swears his mouth watered. He attaches himself to your breast and begins kissing your nipple and taking it in his mouth. You gasp at the feeling of him licking you. You arch your back and begin to whimper under his touch.

“Is it okay if I…” His eyes wander down as he trails on with his words trying to find something to say. “God, please.” You moan out, quickly unbuttoning your pants and kicking them off somewhere in the van. He slowly rubs your clit, gingerly going down to meet the wetness that he caused. “Fuck.” he whispers, feeling you drip onto his fingers. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He moved you so he could lie down and began eating you out. Your back now on the back doors of the van, cold, while the rest of your body was hot. He was kitten licking, but his hair was getting in the way. You gladly took his hair and put it into a makeshift ponytail, allowing him to look up at you. The sight was sinful. Argyle’s mouth is attached to your pussy while you hold his hair back making it easier for him to get more access.

“Oh god, right there.” You said as he began sucking your clit. The van was getting even hotter allowing sweat to drip down your neck. He inserted a finger while still sucking your clit and it’s as if your body was overloading. You needed a release, badly. The sound of your wet cunt filled the van as he kept on eating you out.

“Does that feel good, when I play with you like this?” He says in a different tone than you’re used to. You whine out missing the feeling of him and hear him take off his belt.

“Argyle, please I need you.” You moan out from him. You reach down to play with your cunt in front of him, wanting to show him you can take it. Rubbing your nipple with your other hand and sliding down back to the floor of the van. Argyle swiftly takes his pants and underwear off. He takes his cock and rubs it to your entrance, feeling the wetness drip.

“Wait, do you have a condom?” You say as hold onto his wrist. Watching in real time of his mind clicking was a bit funny. His face went from lustful and hungry to lost and dreamy to realization and content. He shimmied to the front of the van and grabbed a condom in the glove compartment. He looked goofy considering his whole ass was just out and you took a peek at the cheeks. You giggled to yourself as he came back.

“What?” He laughed out, quickly wrapping the rubber around his length. You sigh, smiling meeting his eyes. “Just got to see the bun factory.” You say as you reach for his face and slowly slide it up to move a piece of his hair out of the way. Considering how close you guys are, you could see his face get a bit red. He smiles looking down at you, his hair in the way. He’s considering a haircut at this point but you have a different idea.

“Let me ride you,” you say as he flips his hair back once more “ please?” It was more of a beg than a request.

“Of course, babe.” He says. His next move is him lying on the floor while you straddle him again.

You first just sit with his dick between your cheeks, kissing him again, wanting to remember the feeling. Then, you get up and begin slowly sinking down on his cock to accommodate for his size. You both moan at the feeling when it first went inside and began to cherish the feeling of it fully in. It was a bit of a struggle fully getting him in with how big he was but you managed to get all the way down, balls deep. Slowly, you got back up again and sank down again. His hands were on your ass gripping and guiding you up and down on his length. He gives a little spank and you yelp at the feeling.

“Is that–fuck–is that good?” You say whining in pleasure. Argyle grunts at the sight of you, bouncing on his cock, watching your tits move in sync. You grab his neck and allow a little grip. “I said, is that good?” This new found dominance shocks Argyle yet he found it so hot. “Fuck, yeah— god it feels great.” He says as he closes his eyes.

You were close and he could feel it too, with the way your walls were tightening around him, he was about to release soon. The van was shaking and the sound of rickety car parts filled the area as you kept on bouncing on him.

“Fuck, babe, I’m gonna—” He finally releases his seed. He ruts his hips forward trying to milk out any left and soon is finished. You on the other hand were just about there. Yet you didn’t get your orgasm. Unfulfilled, you sighed, getting him out of you. That was until Argyle pulled you up to his face, so your cunt was near his mouth.

“Ride my face, please, I want you to cum on my face.” He says while hooking his arms around your legs. You accepted fate and lowered yourself and shuddered to the feeling of him on your cunt again. This time ready to cum. You rock back and forth on his face, feeling your juices go everywhere around his mouth and toss your head back. You took a fistful of his hair and felt yourself back on track again. This time you had no intention to stop and allowed him to lap up your juices as it dripped down. He harshly was sucking on your clit and this caused your body to shake. You shrieked out in pleasure as you came, shaking and breathing so hard. You remove yourself from his face and see you ruined his hair.

“Oh god, could we just lay here please.” He says while he shuts his eyes.

“I’m so sorry! You say, wiping off your mess as much as possible.

“Don’t sweat, dude. It’s hot,” he says while taking off the condom.'' This on the other hand is not.” He opens the van door on the side and tosses it out.

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You guys exited the van, trying to air out the sex and pot, and put on your respectful clothes. He managed to put his pants on quickly , he sat at the back of the van with the back doors open watching you put everything on.

“Hey, so does that mean we’re like boyfriend and girlfriend now?” He asks.

“Do you want to date me?” You question.

“Of course, I do.” He says take your hand.

“Then yes, we are boyfriend and girlfriend.”

#argyle x reader #argyle smut #stranger things #stranger things argyle #surfer boy pizza gang #argyle is actually my husband now #jvblood #st4 #stranger things 4 #argyle stranger things #stranger things spoilers #argyle #stranger things season 4 #argyle x reader smut #smoking pot with argyle

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