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Eternity is enough time

Chapter 3 of Eternity with you series - chapter 1 - chapter 2

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Vampire!reader x Steve Harrington

Warnings: +18 SMUT (minors DNI), fem!reader, blood, biting, switch!steve, switch!eddie, switch!reader, kissing, anal, penetration, oral. (let me know if i forgot anything)

Author's notes: What a ride. Again, much thanks to @corrodedcorpses for the proofreading and editing. Can't promise I'll write more about our favourite vampires, but I'm never turning down the chance to write about them. Hope you like it! Thank you for your support! Also, I'm writing two new fics (one with rockstar!Eddie, and other with Steve - not vampires this time), so follow me or check my masterlist for more info.

Eddie turns around and ignores you.

“My final answer is no, Y/N” he’s risp and his tone is deep. He rushes to leave the bedroom, where Steve’s scent still lingers, stronger than any part of the house.

“C’mon, Eddie.” You whine, following him to the living room.

Neither of you had the courage to make the bed after Steve left a few hours earlier. Since that first night together you had both welcomed him into your relationship: first it was mostly about sex and bites, but then little by little you started to enjoy just spending time together.

You would sit between both guys on the couch and watch a movie you had chosen. Eddie would cook for you and ask you both a million questions about what he had made. Steve would invite you both to his house to enjoy the moonlight by the pool with some drinks.

It would start nice and sweet, and end rough and bloody.

Everything was going well until reality sunk in. Steve is human, you and Eddie are vampires. He could get sick, hurt, and tired. And he would get older.

New moon was approaching and you wanted to turn Steve. But as soon as you shared your thoughts with Eddie, he got mad. Like, really mad.

“I’m not sure what type of bullshit powers Steve used to get in your mind, but I’m not turning him.”

“I’m not asking you to do it. I can do it if it bothers you so much.”

“It’s not that, sweetie.”

“So what is it? You turned me and I survived. We brought Steve into our lives and I don’t want him to leave.”

“There is a difference between you and him. You asked me to do it because you couldn’t live without me. But Steve is driven by his death wish, he may have feelings for us, but he will leave us as soon as we give him what he wants.”

“You’re wrong, Eddie. Maybe the old Steve was like that, but the one that spends time with us really means everything he does. He drives me to work, he gets us blood from the hospital, he listens to what we want and respects it. He never looks at us sideways, even when we’re in our complete form. He loves us.”

“Well, when did he tell you that? Because I’m sure he didn’t say it to me.”

“Just drop this bullshit, Eddie, ok? I’m turning him, whether you like it or not. I’m not losing Steve.”

“No, you’re not.” For the first time, Eddie loses control, using his superhuman abilities to hurt you. He grabs your arm, hard, his nails cutting your skin. “You listen to me, you’re not turning Steve until I say so. Do you understand it?”

“You don’t own me.”

“Oh really? Do you remember who turned you and gave you all this power? Christ, you’re acting just like him.”

“Trying to protect what matters to me?”

“No, spoiled and stupid.” His feral look scares you a little. You’re not sure how, but his eyes shine even brighter and more vividly red when he turns, and his fangs get impossibly longer, he looks hauntingly beautiful. “This moon is not the right time.”

“So when is it gonna be?”

“Not now.”

“Then when? Eddie, please, he won’t leave.”

“You don’t know him as I do, love. He may not be doing it consciously, but he’s using you to get what I never gave to him.”

“Why?”

“I told you, he grabs what he wants and leaves.”

“No, Eddie, I think you’re wrong about Steve. You’re wrong about this! Is that so hard to admit that you feel something deeper for him? It’s ok if you’ve changed your mind and want to turn him now, it’s been years since you were together, Steve’s changed.”

“Stop it, Y/N.”

“I’m turning him on saturday. I love him, Eddie, just as much as I love you.”

“Stop. I said stop!”

Eddie snaps, gripping you even harder and pushing you against the wall. You cower back from his slightly, you’re not scared of him, you’re scared that you’ve fucked up this time. That you’ve truly disappointed him and that he’ll never forgive you.

As you’re about to speak the front door opens. You find Steve watching you, and his eyes growing wide with concern when he sees how Eddie is holding you.

“What’s happening, Munson? Why does she look scared?”

Eddie retrieves his hands from you, but stays close. His chest rises and falls shallowly in anger. There’s only one night where you’ve been almost certain Eddie was about to kill someone. It had been some stupid drunk that had started bothering you while you were bartending. It was just in the beginning of your relationship, so you thought he was just being overprotective. But looking at him now, you see the same wild look in his eyes, the same rigidness in his body.

“Steve, what are you doing here?” You question frantically. He was supposed to be working.

“I forgot to grab my lunch.”

You run from Eddie’s side to Steve’s as he enters the kitchen, trying to act like nothing had happened, not wanting to get in the middle of whatever was going on with you two. You run cold water over your arm where Eddie’s nails had punctured and Steve checks on you. He doesn’t see any wounds, but why did you still look hurt?

“You ok?”

“Yeah. It’s nothing.” You look over to Eddie. “We’ll be fine.”

“Call me if anything happens, ok?” He kisses you goodbye sweetly, your heart and Eddie’s swell at his concern. “Thank you for lunch, Eds,” he adds, giving Eddie a quick peck on the cheek, “see you two later.”

The look in Eddie’s eyes changes. His shoulders relax slightly as his eyes follow Steve out the door. He’s still wary of Steve, wary that you’ll both turn him and he’ll break your heart. Eddie could deal with Steve breaking his heart again, but yours was out of the question. Still, he knew you were at least right about him being different, maybe Steve deserved a chance.

You wait until you hear Steve steps in the distance and you walk past Eddie to your bedroom without sparing him a second glance. You busy yourself with finally making the bed and folding the clothes you had all discarded on the floor last night.

After a few minutes Eddie slinks into the bedroom, his head hung low.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He mumbles into the back of your head as his arms snake around your middle. “You’re right,” he breathes, almost like he’s surprised, “Steve’s changed. I’m sorry for not being honest with you about my feelings before, it’s just… When we had a thing, he would show up, make out with me and leave the second we finished. We never talked about our feelings, and as soon he found out about me, he would… it was like I was just another one of his toys.”

You hear the hurt in Eddie’s voice, he really had loved Steve back then, from what you can gather Steve was the first person he loved after changing and Steve had treated their relationship like it wasn’t a big, when it absolutely was to Eddie. Your resolve softens, you know Eddie was just trying to look out for you.

“That’s ok, Eds. He isn’t the Steve you met, just like you’re not the Eddie he met.”

“You’re right. Are you mad at me?”

“No Eds, I could never be mad at you.”

His hands slip under the t-shirt you stole from Steve — or was it Eddie? — and caress your belly. They continue to wander and you sigh in contentment at the feeling. It was only a matter of time before his fingers invaded the waistband of your shorts, slipping in to caress the skin there before running over your middle, rubbing small circles on your core. You throw your head back, letting him support your body as pleasure builds in your stomach.

“Wanna make out before planning Stevie’s big night?”

“Eds” is all you can reply with a moan when he fills you with two fingers without warning.

“You’re never tired of giving this pussy to us. Can’t wait for us to fuck the hell out of you.” He is good at keeping promises. “If you think Steve’s cock is big, wait until you turn him. Did you notice how your breasts got bigger and fuller? And your ass doesn’t fit your jeans?”

Eddie doesn’t let any detail escape. Yeah, you noticed, but you just thought you were putting on some weight from all the food Eddie cooks for you. If he didn’t explain to you that vampires can’t breed like humans, you would’ve thought you’re carrying his babies.

You press your ass against Eddie’s cock and he laughs.

“We’re gonna fill you up real good after saturday.”

Oh hell, you’re counting on that.

+++

You told Steve that you were meeting at his house. With his parent’s long gone to live in Florida, he had the huge house for himself. All the rooms you’re looking forward to be fucked on, all the bottles of whisky and wine that needed to be open.

However, you and Eddie decided to keep what was going to happen tonight a secret and also failed to mention when you were arriving, wanting to surprise Steve.

Eddie wears his usual clothes, but all in black. While running his errands, he got you a beautiful see-through black gown — the fabric was so thin and delicate that you almost ripped it on your way there. Your ass is fully exposed because of the g string panty you’re wearing, and you spared your tits of a bra. Your nipples are hard and sore from all the tension. To match, you’re wearing your black high heels.

You waited until close to midnight to arrive. Steve’s already at the door when you step out of the car.

“Fuck” he gasps at the sight of you.

“Hello to you to, big boy.” Eddie kisses him passionately. “Did you get everything ready?”

“I’m confused. What are we really doing tonight? I thought we were staying in, having some drinks and making out.”

“Oh, Stevie.” Eddie steps aside and you grab his chin. “Didn’t you check the calendar? It's a new moon night. Do you know what that means?”

“Huh, no. What does that mean?”

“That you’re becoming one of us tonight,” you say too casually

Steve's eyes practically bulge out of his head, words caught in his throat as he processes what you said. He finally gets to be like you both, be with you both, forever.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Eddie asks impatiently, grabbing Steve’s hair to tilt his head back, meeting his eyes.

“Y-yes.”

“Great. Shall we begin, honey?”

Everything gets blurry for a second. One minute you are on Steve’s front steps, the next you are all in the biggest bedroom of the house. Eddie wastes no time stripping off, freeing his wings in the process. You don’t realize how his actions make your wings rip your skin as well, ruining the back of your dress. Meanwhile, Steve is sitting on the edge of the bed — you made sure to rip his clothes as you all couldn’t your hands to yourselves on your way there — watching his lovers turn into something else.

You let your dress fall from your body and Eddie gets rid of the panties for you. You step out of your heels and wait for Eddie’s instructions. Since there were two of you, you were doing things a little differently tonight.

“Last chance to mark his body ours, love. Where do you wanna start?”

You kneel in front of Steve. He holds your face, touching your fangs and your sharp ears. Eddie sits beside Steve, taking his strong arm to his mouth. You both share a look before getting your mouths on Steve’s skin. Eddie starts with his wrist while you decide to start on the inside of his thigh, but you only make the wounds, moving to the next place without tasting a lot of his blood.

The moans Steve lets out are straight out of hell. He’s drowning in your bites, dick getting harder by the second. You move up his stomach, biting only enough to leave a mark. He grabs your ass and pulls you to his chest. Eddie forces his head back, making space on his neck.

“There’s no going back, Harrington. Are you sure?”

“Cut the small talk, Munson. You know I want this more than anything.”

“So you better behave, because everything comes with a price.”

Eddie captures your lips, the taste of Steve making your body ache. He gave you clear instructions: drink until his heartbeat slows down. He won’t die, but don’t risk it.

You path kisses along Steve’s jawline until you find your favourite spot on his neck. He forces you to roll your hips on his thigh. desperate for some kind of friction and you almost feel pity for him. But you don’t want to spoil both of your pleasure so you force your hips still, reveling in what will probably be the last time you’ll be stronger than steve.

“Love you, Stevie” you whisper into his neck before biting him.

Steve melts between you, forcing Eddie to hold him up and use his wings to shield the outside world from you. You sink your fangs deeper, drinking Steve’s blood like you’ve never done before. The red liquid gushing into your mouth. He is fucking addictive. You’re glad Eddie didn’t bite him all those years ago and you thank whatever god there might be that you get to drink from him like this.

You remove your lips from his skin when his heartbeat has become so slow you have to strain your ears to listen to it. Eddie extends his arm and you bring his wrist to your lips, breaking his skin and guiding a really drained Steve to drink it.

His eyes flash red at the first contact with Eddie’s blood. You bring your vampire boyfriend closer, kissing his lips and letting him lick the blood from your face as Steve continues to drink from his wrists. Eddie mumbles against you lips that you’re his creature, his lover, his little thing.

Suddenly, Steve’s lips let go of Eddie’s arm with a brutal scream that cuts the air. Eddie gets alert and moves instantly, hiding you behind his back to protect you from whatever is happening. He said it should be as smooth as your transformation, but Steve’s screams don’t match the expectation.

“He’s holding back. He’s resisting” you conclude, worry evident in your voice.

“Why?” Eddie questions, more to himself than you. You can hear the worry in his voice marching your own. Slowly he gets closer to Steve and holds his shoulder firmly. “Don’t fight back.” he whispers, trying to soothe Steve.

Steve throws his head back at once eye’s screwed shut in pain, and you hear something like bones breaking. You move forward, wanting to help, but Eddie uses his wings to keep you away. He touches his old lover’s face gently and it seems like that dulls some of the pain Steve is feeling.

Suddenly, Steve seems to be stronger than Eddie. He moves inhumanly fast, pinning the other boy against the bed. You get a chance to see the full scene: you watch as his ears elongate and his long fingernails dig into Eddie’s chest. The fangs are fully exposed because of his screams. The situation of his back explains why he is suffering so much: his skin is being ripped apart for his wings. There’s blood, lots of it.

You don’t remember suffering this much.

You step closer, the slight movement enough for Steve to finally notice you as he lets out a low sound, similar to a growl. Like he’s an animal and you’re getting too close to his meal, to Eddie. The boy you once knew was replaced by a beast.

“Steve, it’s me. I wanna help,” Eddie says as calmly as possible, but you can hear the hint of fear in his words.

It’s like he’s not himself. You look at Eddie with worry etched across your face. Have you done something wrong?

Like an animal, Steve takes in your scent and wades towards you. Eddie tries to stop him, but Steve’s faster, his hands already around your neck.

“Steve,” you choke out, pleadingly.

And for just a moment, you see your caring boy in his eyes.

In the next one, a wave of pain cuts through your neck.

“Kill her and I’ll torture you myself, you fucker!” Eddie threatens Steve, his hands trying to pull Steve away from you. But it looks like the sight of your blood seems to have calmed him down. Eddie loosens his grip on Steve when he notices the boy is no longer fighting back. Steve’s grip is gone, instead he leans forward slowly, leaving soft kisses along the wound on your neck. As soon as your blood slips past his lips he seems to come back to himself.

“Y/N?” he asks uncertainly and his eyes seem to finally focus, he takes in the worried and scared look on yours and Eddie’s faces, eyes finally finding the wound on your neck.

He jumps back suddenly, using his speed once more to isolate himself on the other side of the bed.

“Fuck, I’m,” he starts to say shakily, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I’m so sorry, W-what happened?” He sounds like he might cry.

“You turned,” Eddie says, helping you to sit in his lap on the bed. Still far from Steve. “How do you feel?”

“Hungry. And sore.”

Eddie points to the mirror and Steve runs to it.

“Fuck” is the only thing he can say.

Eddie checks on you. He licks the deep wound Steve did in your neck, on the opposite side of where Eddie had bitten you. Now you really are theirs, you think. You hold his shoulders, the adrenaline rush washing out of your system. You swear Eddie’s wings got even bigger, and his bulge is much thicker.

You feel Steve hugging you from behind—even though your wings are out. Eddie helps with your hips, lifting you up to give Steve access to your ass. You feel him, hard and thick against you. He leaves space for you to retract your wings before getting even more comfortable, nuzzling into the side of your neck.

“Happy with the result, big boy?” Eddie asks, cupping Steve’s face to bring him out from behind your shoulder. Steve looks overwhelmed, but his eyes are also dark with lust. “You’ll get used to all the heightened feelings, promise. Now let me have a good look at your fangs.”

You turn your head to look at Steve properly for the first time. The red eyes fit well within Steve’s figure, the black veins on his pale skin sharpening his jawline, and his fangs are sharp—not that he didn’t experiment them on you yet.

You can tell Eddie must be admiring Steve too as he surges forward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

Your middle aches at the sight. If you had told your past self that you’d be in between the two hottest vampires in the world, she would have laughed at you told you “yeah, you should stop reading fantasy books”. You roll your hips back and forth desperately, feeling left out, the stimulation making you moan. You moan louder every time, finally catching your boyfriends attention.

“She’s a needy whore, isn’t she?” Steve moves your hair away, giving him plenty of access to your neck.

“What do you want, baby?” Eddie grins and grabs your breasts with both hands.

“Y-you” your head is spinning with just the thought. “Want both of you,” you move your hips forward and back stronger this time. “Inside me now.”

“Oh and she’s bossy.” Steve purrs in your ear. “Do you think you can take it?”

Steve holds your ass and rubs his dick between your ass cheeks. Eddie does the same, but on your pussy.

“Steve, she’s so wet. Come here and feel it.”

Steve’s big hands touch your middle and you dig your hands on Eddie’s shoulders. He rubs your clit a few times and takes back his wet hands.

“Be a good girl and take both of our cocks, ok?” Eddie coos, making you feel weightless as he lays down a bit, positioning you over his hard and long dick. Behind you, Steve is coating his dick with your wetness and slapping your ass a few times.

“Let’s see if you can have both at the same time.”

Steve helps you sit on Eddie’s cock, letting him bottom out inside you before spitting on your asshole, coating you in as much slick as possible before finally filling you up with his own.

It burns as Steve’s head breaches your tight, unused hole. The stretch of both of their big and thick cocks is too much to take. Your ass hurts the most, Steve’s extra thick length - one of the perks of being turned - almost ripping you apart. It’s maddening, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

You feel Steve push further into you, letting out a pornographic moan as you feel his balls nestle against you as he bottoms out as well. You’ve never felt so full in your life, you;re already a panting moaning mess.

Eddie holds your waist tightly, using all his willpower to not thrust in to you without letting you adjust. When he feels you clamp down hard on his dick he can’t help but test the waters with one trust. Your head falls back into Steve’s shoulder, already cock drunk on Eddie barely thrusting.. You lean towards Eddie, gathering some strength and finding leverage on his chest to hold yourself up.

“Let’s do it at the same time.”

As soon as both dicks hit you together, you lose your shit. It’s like you’re complete, and you’re dripping. Steve’s balls hit your ass, Eddie’s hands rub your clit, your senses are totally lost. They keep the pace, finding pleasure inside you.

Steve trusts harder and moans “Fuck, I feel your dick when I fuck her like that.”

“Let me” Eddie gasps, thrusting you at a similar angle but even harder. He throws his head back in pleasure. “Fuck Harrington, you’re huge.”

“Wait, do this again.” Steve lays his hands on your lower stomach. Eddie does one long deep trust and you curse in pleasure at the feeling. “Yup, can feel you here.”

“You’re dicks are huge, I get it” you snap, they've been edging your orgasm for so long and you’ve been desperate all day. “Can you please just fuck me?”

“She’s definitely your little thing.” Steve laughs.

They start their movements again but faster now, finally fucking you hard like you so desperately need. You suddenly feel your walls twist and you come hard with a scream, wetting Eddie’s front. The sight and how hard you squeeze his cock enough for Steve to follow not long after, filling you up until you feel like there’s two dicks in your ass. Eddie comes after a few more thrusts, stilling inside you and thrusting deep, pushing his cum back up.

“If I see it dripping” he threatens you. “No orgasms for you for a week.”

Just to prove your point that no drop is going to waste, you grab some of his and Steve’s cum with your fingers and licks it.

“Happy?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely, my love” Eddie pulls you in a deep kiss. “I fucking love you.”

“Love you too, Munson.”

You get off of Eddie’s lap and observe the boys. Their wings are gone now. You whisper something in Steve's ear and his cock twitches, a cheeky smile on his face. Eddie watches both of you and doesn't complain when Steve drags him to the end of the bed, sitting behind him before locking the older vampire with his arms and legs.

“Oh, Eddie, you look so defenseless like this.” You crawl in this direction, taking your time to show your big titties and face. “How do you feel knowing your creatures have you under their control?”

“It’s hot.” He tries to move, and Steve grips him harder.

“Don’t.” Steve whispers.

You lower yourself until your lips are a few inches away from Eddie’s cock. It still has some cum and shines like some kind of drug. You lick it and hum with the explosion on your lips.

You secretly wish they could impregnate you until your belly can’t take any more babies. The thought of mini Eddies and Steves grows in your stomach and you throw your mouth in the direction of Eddie’s dick.

You bob your head up and down, so slow you can feel every vein and movement. Once you take all of Eddie in your mouth, you sink your fangs on the base of this dick.

“Fuck.” He tries to fuck your throat, but Steve is stronger than him.

You remove your mouth with a loud pop and stare Steve. Leaning over Eddie’s body, you kiss Steve and drag your hard nipples against Eddie’s skin. You pull Steve closer, your hands in his hair. His hips move uncontrollably under Eddie’s, who moans like a little cry baby. You don’t wanna imagine how he would feel with Steve inside him. Maybe later you’ll see it for yourself.

“Good, right?”

You step back and attack his dick again. It hits the back of your throat. You hold your breath, and only release him when you’re suffocating. Moving your hands up and down his length, you lick his tip and let your fangs touch the skin.

“Baby,” he speaks. “I’m comin-fuck. Coming, in your mouth.”

You stroke him harder, Steve moves one of his hands to Eddie’s balls. And he melts between you, moaning your names. Eddie unloads his cum all over your mouth and face. You swallow most of it, and some you take with you to kiss Steve and let him taste your lover.

Eddie is locked between you two. But with his free hands, he captures your nipples and hips. Steve grabs you by your hair and slips his hand on your throat, his nails pinching your skill. When you feel you're almost coming from this alone, Eddie takes you away from Steve.

“Lay down, Harrington” he orders.

Steve does it without moving his eyes from you. Eddie holds you closer to his side, and you’re rocking your hips on his thigh to keep yourself turned on. He grabs your ass and manhandles you over Steve’s body, sitting you on his face. Steve locks your legs with his arms.

He goes down, spreads Steve’s legs and makes their dicks touch. Steve moans under you. He does that again and Steve move his hips up, almost begging to be fucked.

“Wanna come? Eat her out first.” Eddie positions himself on Steve hole. “What are you waiting for, big boy?”

Steve drags you down and connects his mouth to your swollen pussy. He fills you up with his tongue — did it get bigger as well? — and circles your clit with his fingers. Besides that, you have the perfect angle to watch Eddie while he edges Steve stroking his cock. You feel the boy moaning inside you. You roll your hips and your flesh bumps into Steve’s fangs.

“Fuck.” You do that again and Steve notices what is turning you on.

His hand stays on your clit, and he bites the flesh closer to your pussy. It hits you instantly and you arch back, giving Eddie a clear vision of what’s happening. He reaches to check if you really came and licks his finger with a perverse smile on his face. Your cum, mixed with your blood, could kill him.

He pumps himself for a few seconds, coating his dick with precum and giving you time to lift yourself from Steve’s face, and holds one of the boy's legs before pushing himself inside.

You lay down by Steve’s side and wrap your fingers around his dick. You can’t match Eddie’s pace — strong, fast and deep, inhumanly hot — so you just watch.

“Fucking brat” Eddie murmurs. “You want this dick, huh? Do you feel me? Answer me.”

“Y-yes, Eddie. Fuck, you’re so big. I missed this”

“Shut up, big boy. Tell me what you are now.”

Eddie’s strokes are stronger now. Steve’s dick is spasming in your hand. And he goes even faster, waiting for an answer.

“I’m yours” the moans take over Steve. “Your, your little thing.”

“Say it again.”

You move your hand to Steve’s throat and he growls. “Eddie’s little thing.”

One more push and Steve comes. He wets his stomach and keeps coming even after Eddie stops. Eddie lays down and plants a big kiss on Steve’s lips.

“Love you, Eddie. Always did” Steve confession hits Eddie hard for a few seconds.

“Love you too” Eddie kisses him again and looks at you. “I love you both so much.”

Steve turns his head in your direction and smiles “Love you, pretty little thing. Thank you for choosing me.”

You all take a quick break to let things sink in. You don’t think Eddie and Steve had admitted their feelings for each other before. You noticed the looks and their feelings towards each other and you. You’re happy that you went to that party because since Steve entered your lives, your worries have vanished.

Eddie takes a spot beside you, but it’s not like he’s done with you. And neither are you. You just need to slow down a little. But of course that doesn’t stop Eddie from stimulating your nipples while Steve kisses your lips.

You let go of your control, letting the boys take it, use you. You’re not tired, you just wanna focus on the sensations running through your body.

You don’t complain when Eddie moves you a little too strong. Or when Steve rubs your clit lazily. Or when they fill you up again together. They encourage you to find your pace, but you refuse and let them do whatever they want, however they want.

They hit you slower, but deep. Your climax builds up, burning you inside out. You curve your body and Eddie’s arms hold your waist.

“You’re so hot, baby. Don’t hold back now.”

You feel the skin in your back break. You’re hyperconscious of how your wings open and move. Steve gets closer to you and reaches for that sweet spot in your wings. Eddie touches the same spot on your other wing and you scream. Scream like they’re ripping you apart.

Steve supports you when you lose your strength. Eddie overstimulates you with his fingers wandering on your skin.

“Stop, please. I beg you.”

“Oh, you’re tired, my love?” Eddie kisses your shoulder. “Steve, should we give her a break?”

“She’s wasted, man. But do you wanna keep going?”

“Can go for one or two more. What do you have in mind?”

“Make her comfortable, I’m getting us something to drink first.”

Eddie takes you in his arms and Steve leaves the bed. Your body is a little sore, but nothing a good nap can’t cure. Eddie helps you sit in the arm chair and gets a new bed sheet — even though you don’t mind the blood, you appreciate the gesture. He takes you bridal style and helps you with the pillows. His mouth wanders your body, laying gentle kisses while he reassures you that you are everything he could dream of.

Steve gets back with some fancy wine and glasses. He pours and gives it to you. One sip is enough for you, while Eddie and Steve drink every single drop of the liquid. You feel your body relaxing.

As if it’s possible, you watch Eddie and Steve’s cock get harder. The boys exchange looks and put the glasses aside. Steve goes to kiss Eddie and his sweet touch has vanished. He’s pushing and grabbing Eddie’s hair, taking control of the situation. You spread your legs and keep your eyes peeled.

Steve moves Eddie to lay between your legs on his stomach in front of you, and positions himself behind him. He pumps Eddie’s dick a few times, coating him in the endless mix of cum and precum that leaks. But instead of letting Eddie take control of the situation, Steve slides his dick inside Eddie, and the boy stands on his fours, just a little over your body.

“You take my cock so well, Munson.” Steve’s trusts shoot a wave of pleasure through Eddie. “Did you miss it?”

Eddie is so tense and focused that he doesn’t formulate an answer. Steve grabs a handful of his hair and lifts Eddie’s head.

“Fuck. You’re so big” Eddie cries. “Fuck me Harrington.”

Steve's manners change, he’s hitting Eddie really hard, dragging his head back and pressing his palm firmly against his throat. Eddie uses your legs to keep himself up and still while Steve fucks him.

Your body turns into collateral damage between their sex. Steve lowers Eddie’s hips until the head of his cock is touching your pussy. One trust and Eddie almost gets inside you. Steve does that again and again until Eddie can’t hold his hips back anymore, the head of his dick sliding into you with each thrust.

A pair of wings show up and the view is almost divine. Eddie's muscles are tense, and you have to give him extra help to keep up. Steve brushes Eddie’s hair away from his neck before sinking his fangs deep into him.

This is enough to send Eddie over the edge, cumming hard inside you. His asshole clamps down on Steve’s dick, sending him over the edge as well. Steve removes his dick and pumps it a few times for more pleasure.

At the end, they lay each one by your side. Eddie fits his lips on your neck, drinking from you just enough to ease him, while Steve lays his head on your belly, smelling the mix of cum that you hold in your pussy.

“Fucking gorgeous” Steve whispers.

“Can we rest now, boys?” Your touch is sweet and sloppy. “You did so well.”

“Yes, baby, whatever you want.” Eddie answers.

They move around you and hold you tight.

Eternity now sounds like more than enough time to be loved.

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mint-jellyfisch · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel Fanfic GO!

Vox and Dove

(Part of a larger story; details subject to change)

After a long day flitting here and there for Vox; taking notes, fetching drinks and documents, and other such odds and ends as his assistant; Dove finally got a chance to just sit down in peace and sort all her papers. She parked herself on the couch in Vox’s office, neatly sorting through the day’s work the way that Vox had instructed her. The man in question was off dealing with his own responsibilities at the end of a long day, likely spending time in his observation room or addressing one of the other Vees.

Dove didn’t know how long she had been sitting in the quiet room when the door of the office suddenly burst open, startling the poor sinner. Standing there in the doorway, the screen of his face slightly cracked, bottle of hard liquor in his hand, was the TV Demon himself, Vox. “That stupid FUCKING prick, I swear!” was all that Dove could understand from the rapid fire amounts of drunken words cascading out of the mouth of Vox.

Vox takes a hard swig of whatever alcohol is in the bottle, steps into the room, slams the door behind him, and stomps into the room with a continued tirade of slurring words and curses. Dove watched him pace around as he ranted incoherently, still stunned by his abrupt appearance. After collecting her thoughts and composure she spoke up to her raving boss, “Mr Vox, sir, maybe… maybe you should sit down for a minute.” He turned and glared at her silently, looking her up and down as if taking her measure. He opened his mouth to snap back at her, closed it and thought quietly to himself. He rubbed his hand down his face then sighed heavily, “Yeah. Yeah, maybe you’re right, Dove. Gotta compose myself.”

Dove expected him to sit down at his desk like usual but this time she watched as he stumbled over to the couch she was seated on and plopped down beside her, her wings fluttered slightly against her back with the shifting weight of the seating. She continued to sort the papers, albeit slowly, turning more of her attention towards Vox, who sat slumped back on the couch staring wearily at the ceiling. The two of them sat there in silence for what felt like several minutes, till Dove set down her papers and turned slightly in her seat to observe Vox better. “You definitely aren’t your normal self, sir. If you need to, you can tell me what’s bothering you. I don’t judge and I won’t tell anyone else, Mr. Vox, you have my word.”

Vox barked out a harsh laugh, “Yeah right, like I haven’t heard that one before.” then took a swig of his liquor. He looked over to Dove, saw her staring with her red eyes, and saw nothing but sincerity in them. Vox looked down at his bottle and slowly sighed, feeling the shields around himself lower ever so slightly. “Its fuckin’ Valentino. Fuckin bastard is on one of his tantrums again. Try to fuckin help him and all he does is bitch, complain, and throw fists.” His hand lightly brushes the crack in his screen as he says this, the damage of his attempts to calm Valentino. “Every fucking time some little thing goes wrong with him he’s gotta act out and who has to come deal with it and clean up the messes? Me! Always me! His ‘flat-faced prince’ or some bullshit like that.”

Vox leans forward, takes another swig of his drink, then continues his venting. “I’m getting sick and tired of this same shit day in, day out! What if I want something different? What if I want something more than this shit? Just…fuck!” He tries to take another drink from the bottle but finds it empty. He tips it and shakes it to be sure, but finding no last drops he winds his arm back to throw the empty bottle angrily across the room. “Ah! Sir! No no no no! Don’t do that!” Dove chirps in, springing up across the seated Vox, quickly grabbing ahold of the bottle in his hands. Vox’s eyes drifted down to the smaller demon now craning across his lap, taking in the ivory curves of her neck and shoulders, the soft feathers of her wings. Distracted by the sight, Vox’s grip on the bottle loosens and Dove gingerly removes the bottle from his hand, sliding back and setting the bottle onto the table before settling back into her spot, still facing towards Vox.

Dove looked over Vox, who was still keeping his eyes lazily locked on her. What should she say, what should she do? This was an Overlord of Hell, a prideful sinner demon; someone who should be feared by someone like her. However what sat there in front of her was a man, lost and broken, letting himself open up for the first time in who knows how long. She couldn’t help herself, she reached her hands out, cupping Vox’s closest hand in hers, his eyes drifting down to look at their hands together. “May I ask, sir, why? Why is it you haven’t shut that down? Why do you still seek him out when you know he will just do this again and again?” Her voice quivered with concern.

“Your hands are so soft.” Vox absent-mindedly stated, causing Dove’s heart and wings to suddenly flutter and her face to begin to flush. She tries to compose herself and stammers a response, “Th-thank you sir, but please, why do you continue to deal with him when he does this constantly?” Vox sighs and pulls his hand away from hers, “Why? Good question…probably because I deserve it.” he says matter-of-factly. Dove’s eyebrows furrow with concern, “Sir, you can’t actually believe that, can you? No one deserves that kind of treatment from someone that’s supposed to care about them.” Vox shoots a look at Dove, “You can’t actually believe that can you?” Seeing that her expression hasn’t changed nor has she backed down from her statement, Vox feels shame welling up inside him and looks away from her. “Of course you do.”

Vox takes a long, slow breath in, “Listen, Dove, that may be true for a sweet little thing like you but not me. You don’t deserve to be here, but me? I’m a fucking monster. A goddamn asshole, in life and in death, I belong here, I deserve this cause someone like me isn’t supposed to be happy ever down here. I’m suppose to suffer and be hurt and hurt others, so why not stick around with a fucking psychotic demon who will make sure I get what I deserve!” He slams his fist onto his leg in frustration and pain and grits his teeth, biting back any other harsh comments about himself. Dove feels a sharp pain in her chest, a pang of sincere empathy for this man. It hurt her to see this man talk of himself that way, to think that way. She had always wrestled with the thought that all the bad that happened to her in life was things she deserved for not being a better person, not being the way others were in life. “I don’t think you deserve that at all sir. No one does, you don’t have to be the monster you think you are. You don’t have to be like how you were. Just because it's easier to fall into old habits and old ways of life and feel that’s just how things are, it's not. You can be something else and still be you.”

Vox shakes his head in disagreement but says nothing, keeping his eyes locked to the floor, though his expression softens. Dove hesitates, not knowing how to help, then thinks up at least one thing she can do to help: “Just think on it, Mr Vox. But for now, just forget about all this going on. All this pain and punishment and such, just focus on the now, this quiet and calm.” She thinks briefly before turning herself parallel to how Vox was sitting, sliding her back against the couch. She patted her lap, “Here, I know something that will help. Rest your head on my lap, sir.” Vox stares at with a look of surprise, his eyes flicking from her face to her lap, “Excuse me?” It took a second or two for Dove’s brain to register what this seemed like, her face once again flushing a little, “I…I mean, umm, sir.. Umm.. just trust me okay?” she stammers as she pushes some of her hair behind her ear nervously. Giving her another once over Vox shrugs, “Eh why not.” and swivels himself so that he can rest his head on her lap. It was awkward at first given her small stature and his monitor shaped head but they managed it. Dove placed her hand on the top of his head, near where the crack in his screen caused by Valentino was, and began to lightly stroke his head. “Right now, just focus on me. Focus on my voice, focus on my touch. Nothing else matters right now outside this moment, outside this room. Just you and me, here, away from everything. Just relax and let your eyes grow heavy.” After a slow inhale Dove begins to sing a calming lullaby, her voice sweet and lilting.

Vox stared up at her, a drunken smile spreading across his face, “Heh..heh…nice tits.” he reached up with his hand to grab one. Flush-faced Dove quickly grabs his hand and gently lowers it back to his chest and holds it there, rubbing her thumb across the top of it, not breaking away from her singing. Vox’s eyelids began to grow heavy, his muscles beginning to relax as a sense of tranquility flooded over him. The alcohol, her sweet song, and her soft touch were working their magic on him as starts drifting off to sleep. He mutters in his drunken half-awake, “This… this is nice. You sing so beautifully. I’m glad we met and I’m lucky to have you, Dove. You’re my sweet little songbird, stay here will you?” His eyes closed and soon his chest was rising and falling rhythmically with sleep. Dove felt her heart speed up, having heard him call her that. There was something genuine, something sweet in his tone, not like his usual catty remarks he’d make when sober. She felt an all too familiar warmth in her chest, something she told herself she wouldn’t feel again. Something she knows she shouldn't be feeling for this man, and yet there it was.

She sighed and continued singing softly to the sleeping Vox, lightly stroking his head. That was something to figure out and deal with later. For now, there was nothing else outside this room, this moment, the two of them.

#hazbin vox #hazbin original character #hazbin oc #hazbin hotel #hazbin fanfic

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troglobite · 2 years

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i’m so tired of not being listened to or respected or understood

i’m tired of being treated like an idiot child and nothing more

i’m tired of being alone

i’m tired of being told in every way imaginable that yeah, i matter and am loved, but only the way that one cares abt a young child who’s too useless to be on their own and “can’t handle honesty” and “has to be coddled”

i don’t get to be an adult

i don’t get to be a person

i don’t get to matter

i have to sit here knowing i’m a full fucking person and trying to communicate that

and instead get nothing in return just “sure, honey” and humoring me bc she doesn’t believe me or trust me or respect me

will just play along the way you deliberately lose a board game to a 5 year old

i hated it when i was a kid and i hate it now

and i’m tired

i’m so fucking tired

i’m tired of explaining a fear and boundary that is excruciating and scary to talk abt, of asking that things not be done to upset it

and then having her do them anyway bc she doesn’t listen or care

she doesn’t LISTEN. she doesn’t HEAR ME.

i say one thing and she chooses to interpret it in another way. with the filter of me being an unreasonable, stupid, ignorant, overly-scared kid

i have so many legitimate reasons to be afraid

i haven’t been wrong for the ENTIRE PANDEMIC so far

i’m a fucking adult

and everything i worry about is legitimate

just bc i worry a lot doesn’t mean i’m wrong

she still hasn’t changed her perception of me from when i was a kid and they thought i had an anxiety disorder

i didn’t. i was just autistic. like i am now.

every autistic fear is reasonable. it’s either something we really hate/don’t enjoy at all, or it’s something that we’ve had to learn, or it’s something that just doesn’t mesh with how we operate. and it’s always been that way.

do you expect me to therapize away the fact that i was bullied and continue to be treated like shit?

“not everyone is like that”

well i have 27 years of living that says otherwise

“not everyone thinks that abt you”

well i have 27 years of living that says otherwise

e.g. i was worried an email sent out to a group was secretly about me.

“of course it’s not!”

it was. not just me, but it was about me. i was the “worst offender”

i did nothing wrong. i stand by what i did and said about 85-90%

but “of course it’s not” was bullshit, a lie.

i knew it was about me and it was.

don’t fucking lie to me or gaslight me or downplay the things i’ve been through

“you’re just overly anxious!”

am i? or am i responding to all of the patterns and experiences in my life (personal life), and incorporating the knowledge and expertise of other ppl who are trustworthy (pandemic)?

i’m tired of being dismissed

i’m tired of being treated like i’m just stupid

and i can’t talk about any of this bc of tomorrow’s date (thanks, OCD, there’s NO LEGITIMATE REASON to hate it, but i do, so i cope)

but she’s making me alone all day today

and not listening to me by doing too many chores that i ASKED HER NOT TO DO for LEGITIMATE REASONS

and then who knows tomorrow

and then saturday. more PCRs.

and if those aren’t BOTH negative i just don’t know what to do.

i’ve been alone for over a month.

and for the last half of that month, she’s been treating me so badly. i’m so alone and i’m so tired and i can’t function and i’m sick of this and i feel like i CAN’T be angry, like i’m not allowed.

she won’t LISTEN TO ME

i feel so powerless and useless and like a stupid idiot child like i don’t matter

I DON’T MATTER!!!!!!!!!!

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balkanradfem · 2 years

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So my fellow gyns, guess who just got.. poisoned.

I wasn't going to mention it, because it might make people a bit more apprehensive about foraging, but it's a really funny story to tell, and you can decide for yourself. Yes, I got poisoned on wild foraged plants, and I really had it coming.

So, the year is 2022, there is a war, food prices are skyrocketing, and then there's me, impoverished yet resolute woman of 31, determined to survive on smarts and nature alone. I had been feasting on a stash of conserved food, but got sick of it by the month of March, and searched furiously for wild plants to sustain my well being. I had discovered chickweed, I had found wild violets, carrots and onions, I was eating nettle again, I was on a foraging high. But I was getting reckless. If I heard of someone eating a plant, I also wanted to eat it. If I had seen someone mention a plant was edible, I took it for granted. Hell, I started to believe I could identify plants without looking them up. And, I was also real tired one day.

I was going home from work, choosing a path next to the river, where I knew I could pick up some wild food to have for lunch. I was tired, and dedicated only 10 minutes to foraging; I was going to take wild onions and whatever else I found. And find some plants I did. I got some plantains, which were maybe a bit too old to be safely eaten, too fibrous. I found some of the yellow stuff that I vaguely heard about being edible. Stuffed it in a bag. And I collected whole bunch of wild onion foliage, confident they would all grow back within a week. I got home, hungry.

And I was tired, and I looked at the plants, vaguely considered washing them, then I thought 'nah, these won't kill me even if I don't wash them', stuffed them into a jar and made a pesto. Ate it without a second thought. Now you must be thinking 'well lady, of course you got poisoned' and, okay, I'll give you that one, it is exactly what happened. But, in my defense, it did not even cross my mind I could get poisoned, I was already so far gone I believed my gut superior to those of 'ordinary' humans, and the soil was like my mother, and she was making all these plants to nurture me, and she'd never give me anything poisonous to eat because she loved me, and well. In retrospect, I don't have that many defenses. Every sane person will tell you to wash your food.

So, the next day I started vomiting and my stomach hurt real bad, I figured I was poisoned, called my doctor and explained the situation to her, she told me to 'eat cooked food' in a maybe bit exasperated way and prescribed me some medicine to stop the vomiting. I was still on my bullshit and believed that no, I don't need the medicine, it will go away on its own! Which it didn't, so after my second day of vomiting, I took one pill and immediately got better. I still needed a few days of recovery because at that point, I wasn't able to hold down any food for 2 days and I was weak from not absorbing any nutrients; 2 days later I was fully healed and real grateful that my first poisoning was nothing serious or detrimental.

This poisoning experience has changed me, into a person who is ready to wash my foraged plants before I eat them. Maybe even doublecheck if I have the right plant before throwing it into a pesto. I have learned humility and I will give my gut half a week to recover before I'm back on the wild plants. I might try cooking some first, since that is generally a safer way to eat them. And if you feel like condemning me for poisoning myself, know that it will not work, for getting casually poisoned is an old tradition and somebody has to preserve it.

#storytime #story #food poisoning #i'm okay now #i've learned very little #wild food #wild food experience #i'm not entirely sure just what poisoned me #but i will avoid that yellow stuff #and find younger plantains

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sinner-as-saint · 3 years

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we can’t stop, we’re enemies.

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader AU

Run-through: After the events of the last battle against Thanos, you teamed up with Sam and Bucky to carry on your superhero duties. You got along with Sam just fine, he was a really good friend to you. Bucky however, was not. From constant banters, to unnecessary hand-to-hand combat, to purposely getting each other in trouble during risky missions, to being the main cause of Sam’s migraines; it was safe to say that you and Bucky considered yourselves to be each other’s nemesis. Although that soon changes when, courtesy of your silly banters, a certain mission goes slightly wrong - one which involves strong chemicals which, unbeknownst to you, were designed to mess with the brain and hormones, thus encouraging the need to breed and procreate amongst all those who inhale it...

Themes: enemies-to-lovers, smut, sex pollen trope, dirty talk, swear words, fluff

“How is it going up there Sam, talk to me.”

You spoke, waiting to hear from Sam through the ear piece.

The three of you were on a mission on unfamiliar lands. Rumor had it that some shady organization was conducting illegal experiments. The whole location was spooky, and you needed to be thorough and quick. So Sam decided to get an aerial view along with Red Wing, and see if there are any threats coming your way while you and Bucky decided to check out the underground laboratories.

The whole place was shadowy and old, it almost seemed like no one had been here in a long time. But still, these people were criminals so you had to gather every evidence you could which would lead you their way.

And so far, after exploring the place for the past half an hour, you found nothing major. Just weird laboratory glassware filled with liquids and what not.

“Sam?” you called out again into the ear piece, keeping your gun at the ready. “Say something damn it.”

His reply came. “There’s something sketchy about the building at the back, I’m gonna go check it out. But you have to promise me you won’t kill each other by the time I get back.”

You and Bucky sent death glares at each other in disgust. He was on the other side of the lab, flipping through files and papers, while you were searching the cabinets and drawers. The two of you were separated by a steel workstation. Dark leather jacket, metal arm exposed; you’d find him handsome if he wasn’t so annoying.

“Sure, whatever.” Bucky mumbled, being his grumpy self.

You frowned at him, “Dude, drop your fucking attitude.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at you, “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Sam roared through the ear piece, “Enough! Focus, you two are in the labs and we don’t know what’s in there. Just, maybe look out for each other. Okay? I’m going in.”

“Be careful, Sam.” You spoke, sending another dirty look at Bucky.

“Yeah y-,”

Sam got cut off. All you could hear was some static noises and then complete silence.

“Sam? Can you hear us?” Bucky tried reaching out but neither of you could hear him. “This isn’t good.”

“Damn it!” You cursed. “Maybe he flew out of range. Or maybe we’re too deep under.”

For once in his life he nodded, agreeing with you. “Let’s just hurry up and see what we can find. We need to get out of here as fast as we can and get to the Jet.” He said, flipping through more and more files and papers, his metal arm glistening in the poorly lit room.

You sassed in the same tone he used before, “Don’t tell me what to do.” And you earned yourself another glare from him.

Fifteen minutes later and you two still had nothing to work with.

“This is useless. There’s nothing here, this is just bullshit.” Bucky complained, slamming down a file on the workstation so hard that it made you jump.

You were annoyed. You slammed a cabinet shut and turned to face him. “Oh I’m sorry princess, is work getting too tiring? Do you need a break? Hmm?”

“Shut up, you’re the one who keeps whining all the time.” He wasn’t wrong.

You stepped forward, grabbing the edge of the cold workstation. “Well maybe if you’d quit complaining and actually do your part of the job, then I wouldn’t have to whine about always doing everything on my own and you taking credit for it in front of Sam.”

He leaned forward, his metal arm already denting his side of the edge of the workstation. “Maybe if you’d stop bitching about everything and everyone all the time then maybe we’d get along and actually get shit done.”

You leaned in too. “Or maybe if just me and Sam teamed up, we’d work better. I still don’t know why he keeps you around. Take your metal arm away, what are you? Exactly, just a hundred year old, confused man.”

He smirked. “And what are you? Just a spoilt, whiny brat who knows how to use a gun?” He knew just what to say to get the reaction he wanted out of you.

In less than a few seconds you had your loaded gun out in front of you, aiming it at his forehead. “And guess what, she never misses a target.” You spat at him.

You had done this before; aiming guns at each other until Sam comes to break the tension. But Sam wasn’t here this time.

Bucky knew you would never pull the trigger on him so he gave you a handsome, arrogant smirk which only pissed you off even more. “Come on, shoot.” He provoked you.

“Stop pissing me off.” You warned.

“Or what? You’re gonna shoot me for calling you a whiny, spoilt brat? See, that’s exactly what brats do.”

“James, stop.” Oh he was getting on your nerves. You were agitated.

He just smirked and went on. “I actually believe that that might be your superpower, destroying people by annoying them to death with how much of a brat you can actually be.”

You glared at him, unmoving, furious. You placed your forefinger on the trigger. “Say brat one more time and I will blow your fucking head off and when Sam asks, I’ll make it seem like an accident.”

He leaned closer, aligning his forehead to the barrel of your gun. He stared at you with his stormy, ocean blue eyes; inciting you to just pull the damn trigger. He watched you with mischief in his eyes. “Brat.” He mouthed, smirking right after and waiting for your reaction.

You clenched your jaw and shifted your aim just a little so that the bullet misses him but still shoots right by his ear. You pulled the trigger without hesitation, shooting at the shelf filled with dark red and brown liquids behind Bucky.

Bucky maintained his calm and composure despite the loud sound of the shattering glass falling on the tiles right behind him. “Brat.” He said again, out loud this time.

“I hate you.” You lowered your gun but then noticed something behind Bucky. Smoke, or some sort of vapor oozing out of the broken flasks and test tubes. You froze for a second. “Bucky, look.” You walked around the workstation and joined him on the other side.

The vapor quickly filled the room like thick fog, reducing visibility and making your throat burn a little. You coughed; once, twice. You looked beside you and Bucky was standing there with a look of horror on his face.

The moment his supersoldier sense got a whiff of the vapor, something in him ignited. No…

“We have to get out of here. Now.” You heard his voice, then felt his cold fingers wrap around your wrists as he tugged you along, making his way out of the lab. He tried to hold his breath but he couldn’t hold it very long. He tried to find the door to exit the room but that was hard too because neither of you could see properly.

“This stuff,” you spoke in between coughs, “will probably kill us, won’t it?” You held on tightly to his arm. “You need to get us out of here now.” The vapor was reducing your visibility more and more.

He felt the side of the wall, looking for the metal handle of the door through which you entered the lab. “It won’t kill us.” He growled as he looked beside him. You were standing close to him, so close, holding on to his arm tightly, a thin layer of sweat covered your face.

It was almost funny how you had your gun aimed at him just a minute ago and now you were relying on him for protection.

“How can you be so sure? Do you know what this stuff is?” You asked.

He sighed. He knew. “I have a hunch, but let’s hope I’m wrong.” He felt warm. Deep inside something stirred in him. Animalistic, primal, feral. It was there, pressing and burning. Guess he wasn’t wrong.

He finally found the door and he pushed it open, letting the two of you out and you took off running at once. You tried to reach Sam. A couple tries later, he finally responded. “I got some names, I think we got what we’re looking for. Where are you guys?”

“We found…. uh, nothing. We’re on our way to the jet, meet us there.” Bucky responded, running beside you.

You were confused out of your mind, not to mention you felt feverish. Hot, and you were sweating more than usual in places you’d rather not think about. Something in you was yearning to break free. You felt chained, you needed release. You felt like something had awakened inside of you; a deep hunger. Aroused, you felt aroused. Or was it just the adrenaline rush?

By the time you tried to figure out what was actually going on with you, you both had made it to the Jet.

“I feel sick.” you mumbled, stumbling on your way inside the jet. “I think… I think that smoke poisoned me.” You placed your palm against the side of the plane to hold on so you don’t fall. You felt like gravity wasn’t pulling you down anymore. You were a little out of breath.

Then you felt a cold hand on your shoulder. You grimaced as it only ignited the fire which you just found out had been burning inside you since you left the lab.

“You’re not poisoned. You’re not sick, you’re gonna be okay. We just have to… we have to get home.” Bucky was worse than you were. His enhanced senses allowed him to feel everything you felt, times ten perhaps.

His heart raced as he got a whiff of your fading perfume, mixed with the adrenaline pumping through your veins and your natural, raw scent. He could feel your arousal from here, and it pulled him in so easily. All he wanted to do was to tear your suit off, pin you up against the side of the Jet and fuck the living hell out of you, stretch you out and just rail you until you could no longer take it.

Fuck.

You looked up at him; heart racing, palms sweating and even your mouth was salivating more than usual. “You know what that thing was, don’t you?” You asked, ignoring the way his cold hand upon your shoulder made you want to lean into his touch even more. “What was it?”

You saw the look in his hooded eyes. Bucky sighed, pulling his hand away from you and the loss of contact made you whimper ever so quietly. You felt warmer and more and more breathless with each second that passed by.

“They used to make those substances, long ago back when I was with HYDRA. I didn’t expect to find those here. They were used to… to try and see if they could get super soldiers to procreate naturally.” Bucky explained and waited for your reaction.

“Sex pollen. Correct?”

He nodded, “Yes.”

You were a little shaken, but relieved knowing that at least it wasn’t poison and you wouldn’t be dying a painful death. “That’s… I mean, it could have been poison.” You didn’t know how to react after you pieced it all together. “How long before it wears off?”

“Twenty-four hours unless...”

“Unless what?”

“Unless you fuck it out of your system well enough.”

That had you surprised. “Oh. Well that’s just great, isn’t it? Fucking perfect. I’m screwed.”

Bucky tried his hardest to refrain himself from leaning in and biting that sassy mouth of yours, shoving his tongue past your lips to shut you up, to hear you moan and gasp and cry out his name as he takes you however he wants to…

“We.” He corrected you. “It’ll get worse every hour.” He replied.

You sighed and moved away from him, unzipping your combat suit partly and removing the jacket because you couldn’t handle the heat. Bucky cursed as you stripped into just a tank top and tight pants, right in front of him. He felt his cock get harder.

“Can you not?” He sounded pissed off again; frustrated. “This is all your doing. The least you can do is make this a little bit easier for both of us.”

His words made you turn around and glare at him. “How is this my doing? I didn’t even know what was in that lab.”

He stepped forward, instinctively. The sight of your exposed neck and your soft skin was making him think of unspeakable things that he wanted to do to you. As he advanced, you tried not to look down at his cock, straining against his zipper. Your heart raced as you took in the size of his bulge. Enhanced super soldier indeed.

“Had you not been a spoiled brat who can’t take a joke, you wouldn’t have tried to shoot at me nor would you have shot those flasks!” He argued, feeling more and more warm as he got closer to you.

You took a step forward as well, fueled by annoyance, lust and anger. “Who was it who provoked me into doing that because they couldn’t keep their fucking mouth shut, huh? That’s right, your annoying ass!”

Bucky pushed you against the side of the Jet without a second thought. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with his hand while pressing his body into you, his metal arm circling around your waist and pressing you further into him.

He hadn’t thought this through. He hadn’t thought about how your warm breath would feel against his skin, or how warm your body would be under his touch. You felt feverish, having him this close. His tall, large frame and his tight grip made your whimper under him. Your body reacted to him naturally.

All you felt was warm, his body heat, his scent. The feeling of his cold leather jacket against your flushed skin. You wanted him. Or rather, your body did.

“Don’t you provoke me now, you fucking whiny brat.” He whispered, menacingly into your ear.

You tried to ignore the shivers his voice sent down your entire body. But he saw it. And you could feel his erection press against your crotch. Just to mess with him, you discreetly moved your hips against his, making him hiss loudly.

“What are you gonna do about it, dipshit?” You sassed, knowing that given his intensified senses he must be feeling much worse than you.

He groaned as you kept grinding against him, your pulsating core rubbing against the bulge in his pants. And that only made it worse for both of you.

“Fuck…” Bucky swore, before quickly pulling away from you, but not releasing you yet. “You’re such a bitch.” His body was screaming for you, each nerve ending of his was on fire. A fire only you could douse.

You were just the same, on the edge and wanting to reach out for him; knowing he would satiate your hunger better than anyone could. Your body was throbbing as you stared into his eyes, your gaze lowering down to his dog tags. How you wanted those dangling right above your face…

You heard someone clear their throat. It wasn’t Bucky.

“Something you two need to tell me? Or is this just your new way of trying to kill each other?” A deep voice asked from behind Bucky.

“Sam! Are you okay?” You escaped Bucky’s grip and rushed to Sam.

He seemed alright to you. He nodded. “Yeah, we just need to get home. I need to notify the team and see what we should do next. What was in those labs?”

You glared at Bucky. His smug face alone was pissing you off, but God right now you wanted to ride that man until the sun came tomorrow morning.

“Just a bunch of useless experiments. Nothing major.” He glared at you as he said the last bit to Sam.

The ride back home was one of the most painful, annoying and frustrating situations you had ever undergone. Each time you felt like someone was watching you, you’d turn your head to the side and find Bucky staring; and his stares would make your body tremble in need.

Meanwhile he was having a hard time too, in more ways than one. He could feel his blood rush south even at the brief sound of your voice whenever you sighed in annoyance or talked to Sam. Luckily the latter could not pick up on the thick, sexual tension.

Once at the compound, you each hurried to your own rooms and that’s where you stayed until the evening. Sam found it weird that you both skipped dinner but he didn’t need another headache today so he went to bed, telling himself that he’d deal with you two tomorrow morning.

Bucky was a mess. Even after an hour under the cold shower his body was still calling out for you. He tried taking care of his business on his own, but that wasn’t working. He was still so hard it was painful. Nothing could make this better, nothing could soothe the pain - nothing but you. He needed you so badly it was driving him insane, like he was an animal in heat being asked to suppress his feral desires towards his mate. Being away from you was painful. He couldn’t help but hate you for no reason at all usually, but he’d do what it takes to be inside you and make you scream his name right now.

You were equally as troubled at the super soldier. You tried taking a warm bath and tried to think of other things you could focus on, but nothing worked. Your toys didn’t seem appealing tonight, you needed him, all of him. You shivered at the thought of his taut, virile body under yours, or above. His masculine scent, the sound of his moans, would he bite?… fuck. You could feel your arousal leak out of you every now and then, it was insane how aroused you were. You couldn’t look at him for long without getting unnecessarily annoyed, but you would do anything just to have him rearrange your guts right now.

What made it worse was that neither of you could stand each other at all. Enemies, you called yourselves. But right now you couldn’t help but crave each other in the most salacious way possible.

Fuck this. You couldn’t take this anymore. You decided to swallow your pride and make your way to his room and ask him if you two could come to an agreement on how to fight this thing because it would be impossible to go another twenty hours feeling like this. You were burning from the inside. This was unbearable.

Just as you opened your bedroom door, you were slightly surprised to find Bucky standing right outside your door. His metal hand up midair, as though he was to knock on your door and you happened to open the door just in time. You almost drooled at the sight of him; sweatpants and a tight, white t-shirt. You swallowed and cleared your throat.

“Hey.” You greeted him, not knowing how to deal with this situation. You felt so drawn to him in that moment, so damn restless and needy that it was hard to breathe right while looking at him.

“I was, uh, about to knock…” He didn’t know how he got here, he didn’t remember. Maybe it was the chemicals messing with his brain and turning him into a hungry beast. He didn’t care that he was knocking on your door in the middle of the night, he wanted you. He was craving you and that’s all he knew. Also the oversized t-shirt, the only you were wearing at the time, was not helping at all.

“Yeah, um…” you rambled then stopped talking the moment you found him staring into your eyes with a wild look in his eyes.

That was it.

You grabbed him by the waistband of his sweats and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. Before Bucky could process anything, you had him pushed against your closed door and your mouth was on his, kissing him hungrily. Your hands slowly slipped under his tight t-shirt and you lazily trailed your hands up and down his toned abs.

His hands gripped your hips on either side as he kissed you back with just as much ardor as you did. His body ignited the moment he felt your lips and hands on him, yet the heat was weirdly satisfying; it stimulated him but calmed him down at the same time. It felt perfect. This was just what he needed, you.

Your movements were rapid and passionate, fiery. Hands roaming each other's body, touching and feeling and exploring; making each other moan like you were both touch-starved.

You let out a soft moan when you felt his tongue slip past your lips, stroking the top of your mouth while his metal hand slipped under your shirt. Your body was tingling wherever he touched you. His touch made you feel way better than you had felt in the past few hours and you were grateful. Your moans sent his mind straight to the gutter and he couldn’t wait to be inside you.

“I need you…” you whispered against his lips as you pulled away to catch your breath. “I need you to fuck me… right here, right now.” Your demands made him smirk as he looked down at you with lust in his eyes.

“Oh?” he managed to still find the energy to be an ass to you. “Why don’t you go on and beg for it, then?”

You scoffed, leaning in to lick his lips while you hand dipped into his pants. You grabbed his erected cock and gave it a little, gentle squeeze. He moaned like he hadn’t been touched in forever. Like he was desperate for one thing and one thing only; you. You whispered, “You need me too, Bucky. I’m not gonna beg you, I’m doing you a favor here.” You slid your closed fist up and down his length and made him moan some more before you let go and watched him groan and clench his jaw in annoyance.

He looked down at you, panting in need just as you were. His hand slid into your hair and he gripped it, tugging on it just enough to make you gasp in pleasure and pain. “Still a fucking brat with that annoying attitude I see?” He leaned in to bite your exposed neck, making your cry out in pain before he licked the spot, soothing it. “Don’t worry doll, I’ll fuck all that attitude out of you.”

He let go of your hair but tightened his grip around your waist as he placed his mouth back on yours. Kissing you like there’s no tomorrow; biting your lip and bruising your already swollen mouth. He was wild, and you needed it and more.

He pushed you down on your bed, and stood back to watch you for a moment. How did he never realize that you were so naturally beautiful? He looked down at you like a predator looking at his meal; fiercely, ready to ruin you and make you scream and beg and satiate his hunger. As well as yours.

“Well, if you’re done staring…” you knelt on your bed and reached out for him, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him closer. “I want you in me. Now.” Your demanding tone riled him up.

Bucky grabbed you by the hair and tilted your head back again. “If you wanna get fucked, you’re gonna ask nicely. Understood?”

You glared at him, shooting death glares right at him while your hand palmed him through his sweatpants. “I fucking hate you.” You spat at him, whimpering as he pushed you back down on the bed, quickly climbing on top of you this time.

“I hate you too.” He knelt on your bed, straddling your waist as he tore your oversized shirt in half and off your body, throwing the pieces of fabric somewhere on your bedroom floor. You laid beneath him in just your underwear and he growled.

“That was my favorite shirt, you fucking idiot.” You whispered, breathless, shivers dancing down your spine as he traced your mouth with his two fingers, slipping them past your lips once, then twice then trailing his now wet fingers down your neck, till your belly button.

“You think I care?” he leaned down and took one of your breasts into his mouth, kneading the other with his metal hand. The contrast of his warm mouth around one and his cold hand around the other was driving you crazy. He bit, and tugged and licked; making your back arch off the bed as you purred in pleasure.

Your hips moved on their own, grinding against his erection again to try and alleviate the pain. You were desperate. Bucky pinched and rolled one of your nipples while he lightly grazed the other with his teeth, and you let out a loud moan.

“Please… please, I need you. Please…” You muttered under your breath, knowing he could hear you. Bucky smirked as he pulled away from your chest, ignoring the way his cock throbbed. “What’s so fucking funny?” You grabbed him by the throat, pulling his face closer to yours.

His metal arm reached down in between your legs and he ripped your underwear off. The fabric hurt just a little when it tore against your skin. “Just that it's the first time I heard you asking for something so politely. It’s not so hard after all, is it?”

Now he was pissing you off. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and flipped the two of you around. You got on top of him and straddled his waist, trapping him under you like he had you before. You had better control like this.

You grabbed him by the jaw and leaned in to kiss his lips, fiercely. “Stop fucking playing, Barnes.” You whispered against his lips, grinding against his hard cock again. He closed his eyes and hissed in pleasure as you kissed down to his neck, nibbling on his skin along his throat.

He moaned, hands gripping your hips and guiding you as you rubbed your bare core against his clothed erection. “No? I thought brats liked games?” He mumbled.

You pulled away from his neck and looked down at his smug face. “You are so fucking annoying.” You reached down in between your bodies and lowered his sweatpants all the way down until he kicked them off. You grabbed his cock and stroked him gently, agonizingly slow. He moaned shamelessly, and eventually caught on that you were just teasing him even more.

“Don’t tease me…” he sounded just as breathless as you were.

“Why? Not so fond of games anymore?” you sassed, rubbing your throbbing core against his thigh while you stroked him so gently that he felt like he was losing his mind.

He growled as he grabbed you by the waist and flipped the two of you around, him being on top again. “Enough,” he growled in your ear, “Spread those legs for me.” He ordered, settling in between them as you spread your legs to accommodate him. He grabbed your thighs and parted your legs even more as he aligned the tip of his cock to your opening. “Now stay still, don’t move.”

You braced yourself for him, but nothing could have prepared you for that. His length stretched you open until he was seated deep inside you, filling you up entirely to a point where you couldn’t even think of anything else other than him being balls deep inside you.

You moaned as he removed himself entirely and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to adjust to his size. He lowered his face again, and leaned into your ear, “Fuck….” you heard him moan; panting and swearing under his breath as he rocked into you.

You were a moaning mess under him in no time. He kissed your open mouth while he rammed into you over and over again, making your eyes tear up. The burning need subsided a little bit as his cock brushed against all the right spots inside you. “Buck… faster, please,” You whimpered.

He chuckled into your ear, “Needy little brat…” he mumbled as he sped up into you, making you lose your ability to focus on anything else other than him and his body. He pulled away from your face to look down at you, his metal hand coming up to wrap itself around your throat. “This is what you wanted since we left that lab, huh? For me to fuck your greedy little cunt? Hmm?” He taunted as he stretched you out completely. You lifted your legs up and wrapped them around his waist; allowing him to thrust deeper into you.

You felt tears escaping your eyes as he pulled you closer and pressed his forehead to yours fucking deeper into you. He was relentless; each moan which left your lips only encouraged him to get more and more rough.

You felt a pressure form in between your hips, your body begging for release. “Bucky… please.” You moaned, begging. For something, anything. You’d take anything at this point. But right when your walls started clenching around him and when you were just about to come undone; he pulled out.

“Please what?” He surprised himself with how he was able to tease you in this situation when all he wanted was to make both of you cum over and over again.

“I need to cum, Bucky please,” you cried, with tears in your eyes.

Bucky leaned in to kiss your swollen lips, not minding the tears. “Do you deserve it?” He asked, and you nodded immediately, your body shaking with how bad you needed to cum. “Oh you do, do you?”

You nodded again. “Please…please...”

“Well since you asked nicely…” Bucky flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you onto your knees by your hips and pushed himself inside you again. You felt his muscular body press against the curve of your ass as he filled you up again.

He rocked into you from behind. His hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm against your lower abdomen. He liked how he could feel himself deep inside you with each thrust. And he liked how that drove you insane, he could by the way your walls gripped his cock.

“Feel that, little brat? That’s all you’re good for… to take my cock like a good little slut.” He whispered.

You groaned at the sound of his raspy voice, his words making you milk him even harder. “You wish, you dipshit.” You moaned as he sped up when you least expected it. You whimpered, and he chuckled now that he had you at his mercy.

His hand travelled all the way to your throat and he choked you gently as he bent down to whisper in your ear, “I can assure you that no one is ever gonna fuck you this good,” he boasted as he very gently squeezed the side of your throat. But hard enough to make you lose your mind.

You could only moan and whimper in response while he kept pounding into you incessantly. “Fuck… please....” you cried.

You felt the pressure in between your hips grow until you couldn’t hold back anymore. You felt him quicken his pace as he chased his own orgasm. “Cum for me. Now.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. You came undone, hard and fast; moaning his name as you did. Bucky came right after you.

You collapsed onto your bed, sprawled unevenly and not even caring. Your eyes were shut in fatigue, your heart racing and you could feel Bucky’s body heat right next to you. He was catching his breath too, mumbling something under his breath which you couldn’t catch.

For the first time in hours, you felt at ease. Your body wasn’t yearning anymore, but the hunger was still there. So when Bucky got up to leave, you grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back into bed with you.

He smirked as he fell helplessly onto your bed again, right next to you. “You want more, you greedy little brat?”

You punched his arm before getting up and getting on top of him again, sliding your body down his cock. He hissed as you did.

“Just another round.” You whispered, loving the sight of him under you. His tan skin against your white sheets, him moaning as you slowly lifted up and sank back down on his cock. Oh fuck…

You placed your hands on his muscular chest to hold yourself up as you sped up, riding him like you’ve been dreaming of this whole time. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you up and down his cock until you both found a pleasurable pace.

You weren’t going to last too long, but you just needed to have him buried deep inside you again. His thick, girthy cock stretched you open as you took him as best you could, moaning and whimpering desperately as he groaned and gasped under you.

Your walls gripping him and milking him like they had earlier, not even a few minutes ago. You felt the pressure forming nicely in between your hips again. You let out a loud moan as you felt his cock reach places it hadn’t before, turning you into a mess.

His grip on your hips tightened as he brought you down on his cock with force each time and thrusting upwards to fuck you deeper. “Cum for me.” He threw his head back, growling. “Cum for me again…”

Your hand grabbed him by the jaw and you leaned in to press your lips against his, claiming his open mouth and muffling his animalistic growls as you came undone around him again. Your orgasm then triggered his.

You fell limp on top of him right after and he instinctively cradled your head. “You okay?”

You nodded, your sweaty bodies pressed against each other but neither of you minding it. “Yeah.”

Bucky gently rolled to his side, letting you down on your side of the bed. You tried your best to calm your racing heart. Not to mention you felt much, much better than earlier.

Bucky got up to leave again, and you grabbed his hand before he got completely out of your bed. He turned to face you with a smirk then groaned dramatically, “Woman please, I’m not a machine. The pain will subside now, I believe we’ve done pretty good at fucking it out of our systems. I can’t go all night, seriously.”

You were in a haze so his words made you giggle. “You’re really leaving?”

He looked down at you, sprawled on your bed. Your face was glowing, you looked ethereal. “You want me to stay?” He asked, wondering where the sassy brat in you went.

You nodded.

He smirked, getting back into bed next to you, “What, now you're obsessed with me?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Shut up. I’m just saying since I might need you again in the morning, you might as well just sleep here.”

He pretended to be hurt. “Wow.” He didn’t mind that at all. He got under the covers with you, “So… is it just the chemicals or are we…?”

You snuggled closer to his side, he wrapped his arm around you, tucking your head under his chin. “Shh, I still hate you.” Your tired, soft voice reminded him of a sleepy kitten.

He held you closer. “Of course.” He looked down at you and saw that you had already fallen asleep on his chest. He cracked a soft smile, whispering under his breath, “Brat.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #sex pollen #tfatws #marvel

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can you please write an imagine for nigari?? he have a love/hate relationship with a girl where they throw shades to each other but they always have the other's back during games, and one day a guy flirts with her at the beach and he gets mad

I’d love to. Thanks for requesting! 😉

A Bullet Between The Eyes | Suguru Niragi

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Niragi (ft. OC’s)

Summary: Niragi and you have a bickering relationship with each other. One night a guy tries to buy you a drink, not noticing the psychotic man standing nearby.

Warning: a lot of swearing, smoking, violence, threatening

Word Count: 2.6k

*reader is female

Niragi gif credit

Music was blaring through the speakers at the highest volume possible and made your ears almost bleed. You swore you could feel the bass in your bones, shaking them against each other to the beat. You had become immune to the deafening dubstep music and the annoying yells of everyone in the large crowd. People were pushed up close and personal to one another, grinding against each other like a pack of horny animals. It made you sick.

You leant against the neon-lighted bar that was fixated about twenty metres from the dance floor. You watched as people pushed each other into the pool nearby as you took a large puff from your cigarette. You had never smoked before being thrown into this horrific world, but the stress and worry brought you to consider the damaging habit.

“Bunch of idiots,” you muttered angrily under your breath. “How the fuck are they having fun? Do they not realize their brutal fates are waiting to creep up on them?”

Your close friend Sara sat in the stool beside you. She glanced at you and then in the direction you were staring. “I mean, I guess that’s why they’re having fun. They only have such a short life ahead of them,” she responded, turning back to the bar and taking a swig of her drink.

“I mean to be honest Y/N, I’m surprised you’re not letting loose of your cold attitude and having fun,” Sara stated over her shoulder to you.

You broke your gaze from everyone else and looked at her from the side. “Why is that?” you asked, curious as to what she meant.

She looked at you and smirked. “Don’t play dumb. I’ve seen you,” she chuckled.

“Huh?”

“You and that militant. You’ve been getting awfully close to the psychopath. When did it all start?” she sneered.

You pulled a confused expression before realizing what she was referring to. “Oh you mean Niragi,” you said, “We just help each other out at games, it increases our chance of surviving.” You brushed off her accusation and took another puff of your cigarette.

“Sorry if I’m being nosy, but it’s just strange,” Sara assured. “In the months I’ve been here, I’ve never seen Niragi warm up to someone. He’s always remained the same unempathetic, abusive bastard that I’ve always known.”

You stared at her side profile, not being too sure what to say.

You wouldn’t say that you had a good relationship with Niragi, considering the fact that he really did know how to push your buttons. If anything he was your enemy. But for some reason when you two were placed into the same groups to complete a game, you work together and against the others.

It was like he completely changed his persona from a cold-hearted prick to an overly protective (still a prick) figure. It gave you whiplash at times.

You let out a small chuckle and smirked at Sara. “And how would working with Niragi make me want to go and dance more Sara?” you questioned, going back to the topic you started at.

Sara turned herself around fully and stared you down right in the eyes. “All I’m saying is, if you’re looking for a quick way to die, keep sticking around Niragi. You know how he is Y/N, and when he gets the chance, he’ll put a bullet between your eyes with that rifle of his.”

She stood up off her stool and strutted towards the pool with her drink in her hand, probably to have some fun herself, considering the games were beginning in the next couple of hours. No one knew which night would be their last.

Your eyes followed her figure as she walked away. “Huh, maybe she’s just jealous,” you muttered.

You turned around and leaned over the bar, asking the bartender to make you a drink. The blonde girl nodded and got to mixing it for you. You sat in the seat that Sara previously was and let out a big sigh. You honestly were getting tired of the constant parties every single night, it was starting to get old.

No matter how hard you tried to ignore it, your mind kept bringing you back to what Sara was saying about Niragi and you. Was it really getting that obvious? Were other people noticing?

The bartender slid the drink towards you and you thanked her. You lifted the cold drink to your lips and tipped your head back, taking a big amount into your body. You wanted to be at least slightly intoxicated when the games start. It always helped ease your anxiety.

As your head began to feel heavier and your limbs became a bit numb, you noticed that the usual warm chatter that surrounded the neon bar had dissolved, almost to silence. You were confused, whipping your head around to see the cause.

You felt your face drop into a scowl as you noticed the familiar face that you hated so much. Niragi’s black and white button up turned turquoise from the lighting, and his eyes which were a deep dark black as he peered around the bar looking for something. You locked eyes with the all too familiar rifle that hung on his shoulders effortlessly, obviously just there for show.

You pointed that out to him one time which ended with your back against a hallway wall and the barrel of the rifle pressed harshly against your temple with Niragi’s disgusting spit in your eye. “You still think it’s for show?” he hissed.

He tried so desperately to get you to be scared of him at The Beach. Why in the hell did that brutal and bully personality of his fade at the games?

You swiveled back around in your seat, facing your back towards the frightening man.

‘Why can’t he just fuck off,’ you thought to yourself. ‘Why do I have to run into him everyday.’ It was becoming a bit suspicious, the amount of times you would catch Niragi around the corner of a room you’re in. He would always play it off as by chance but you’ve begun to think otherwise.

A hand slowly placed itself on your bare lower back and someone leaned in close to your ear. “Hey there sweetheart, I’ve been looking for you all night. A little birdie told me you would be here,” you heard Niragi purr into your ear.

You cringed at his sickening sweet tone and turned away from him. You could smell the slight tang of metallic blood on him. He’d probably ‘took care’ of someone some time earlier.

“What the fuck do you want Niragi,” you growled, not looking him in the eye. Niragi chuckled at your tone.

“That’s not a very nice hello. I thought you would’ve warmed up to me by now. You seem to put an awful lot of trust in me at games.”

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and pinched your earlobe gently between his thumb and index finger. You rolled your eyes into the back of your head in annoyance and slapped his hand away from your face.

“Piss off. If you’ve come here just to get on my nerves then you can beat it.” you spat at him harshly. He seemed taken back by your bold movements.

“Are you sure you want to speak to me that way? I might just leave you to die if you’re rude enough to me.” he snickered, keeping that smug smirk on his face that made you want to bash him over the head.

“So be it then, at least when I’m dead I won’t have to deal with your annoying ass.” You stuffed the rest of your cigarette into a tray on the table and stood up out of your seat to face the tall man head on.

He towered over you, that annoying and insolent smile never leaving his tanned face. Just his face alone created a rage in you that was indescribable.

“I don’t need some psychotic man with a machine gun to protect me Niragi. I am fine on my own. If anything, I could beat your cocky ass with my bare hands alone.”

“Well you seem awfully confident. Keep that same attitude when I have you cornered during a game, you might have to prove yourself right in order to survive.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s however you want to take it sweetie. A threat or a head-start.”

You frowned up at the man, not knowing how to respond. You walked back to the seat and grabbed your jacket that hung off it. “Have fun by yourself you prick. Why don’t you choose a fucking personality and stop switching between the two. You give me bloody whiplash.” You spat down at his feet, narrowly missing his shoe and marched away from him towards the pool to look for Sara.

You didn’t want to put up with his bullshit that night. You weren’t in the mood to start a verbal war with him, especially in front of everyone.

You found Sara sitting on the edge of the pool. There weren’t a lot of people around her, as everyone was either at the bar or on the dance floor.

You placed your hand gently on her shoulder and sat down next to her with your feet in the heated pool. It was a kind of awkward silence for a few moments before Sara spoke up.

“Sorry about before, I shouldn’t have assumed anything,” she started, looking into your eyes. “I understand that it must be hard for you, being the object of a psychotic man’s desires.” She said empathetically.

You appreciated her concern, as there were times where you were honestly scared for your life around Niragi. He really wasn’t the best person to be around, but you had already known that before you got closer with him. You never thought he would become as annoying and insistent as he had.

“I’m just worried about you. He’s a manipulative and untrustworthy person and I would hate to come back from a game one day to see your body with a bullet through your head.”

You stared into the water thinking about Sara’s words. “I know, I would hate that as well. I don’t trust him like that Sara. I would never put my own life in his hands, because I know he would hurt me with no remorse whatsoever.”

You both sat in silence for a bit with Sara leaning her head onto your shoulder. You wanted to spend this nice time together before leaving, just in case anything was to happen.

“I better go,” she announced after a while. She stood up and placed her hand on the top of your head. “Good luck Y/N. Make sure you don’t die out there. If anyone can survive, it’s you.”

You smiled at her words and looked up at her. “You too Sara. Love you.”

She said it back and then trudged off into the direction of the entrance to the hotel.

You wanted to be alone with your thoughts for a bit, but that didn’t last long when a tipsy young man with brown hair decided to plop himself right next to you, a little too close to just be friendly.

“Hey love! You’re looking awfully gorgeous tonight,” he beamed, placing an arm around your shoulder. You were taken back by his boldness, not knowing how to react.

“Oh, thanks I guess? I mean I’m dressed the same as I always am,” you said trying to keep the conversation light.

“Hmm really? Well I guess you’re just always gorgeous then,” he giggled and leaned closer to you.

You started to panic a little bit. This boy was a bit too flirty for his own good.

“Hey! Do you want to maybe come get a drink with me at the bar?” he asked in a cheery tone. You looked at him in shock and shook your head quickly. “No it’s fine really! I just had one so I don’t feel like another.” you insisted, laughing awkwardly.

“No really it’s fine! Actually you know what, I’ll grab it for you. You just wait here and I’ll be back soon,” he said with a big smile on his face. It seemed very contradicting to his pushy behaviour.

You started to get annoyed. “Please, it’s fine. I was just about to leave anyway,” you lied.

The young man still pushed. You found it quite pathetic really. Was he really that desperate?

Before you could even say anything else, you suddenly saw the man fly sideways and land in the pool. Your mouth fell open in shock and you watched as he came back to the surface gasping for air. “What the fuck? Who was that?!” he yelled out frustratingly. Everyone around the pool had gone silent to see what the commotion was.

You looked back to the side of the pool to see none other than Niragi himself who had a proud smile on his face. “It was me you little bitch.” The young man’s eyes widened in fear.

“Are you sure you want to go flirting around with a militant’s woman? You might just be looking to get your head blown off!” Niragi cackled psychotically. “Go find your own toy to play with.”

Niragi aimed his rifle towards the man and everyone surrounding the pool panicked and ducked down. The man screamed in fear and started yelling to do anything that might spare his life.

“My deepest apologies Niragi! I didn’t know she was with you! I promise I’ll stay away from her from now on!”

You felt somewhat belittled. How dare he apologize to Niragi but not you. You were the one that got harassed.

Niragi let out a giggle and pulled the trigger of his rifle. The deafening sound rang in your ears and you watched as the bullet narrowly missed the young man’s head by an inch, creating a splash in the water next to him.

Niragi kneeled down with an evil smile on his face and harshly gripped the boy by his hair to lift him closer to his face. “If you ever touch her again, I won’t hesitate to put multiple bullets between those annoying ass eyes of yours. You understand?” He growled.

“Yes! I understand sir! I promise!” the boy cried desperately.

Niragi let go of his hair and watched as he swam to the left of him to scramble out of the pool and sprint away from him towards the dance floor. Probably to hide among other people so if Niragi changed his mind about sparing him he would be harder to find.

You breathed heavily in shock, not believing what you just witnessed.

“What the fuck was that?!” you yelled at Niragi. He looked down at you with an emotionless expression.

“Huh?”

“That was so over dramatic! Niragi I don’t know if you know this, but we’re not together! We’re not even friends! You can’t go around threatening anyone who lays eyes on me!”

Niragi rolled his eyes and kneeled down to get closer to your face. “Look, that idiotic boy was just trying to get into your pants. He didn’t want anything else from you. I just did you a favor, you should be thanking me!” he exclaimed.

You furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance. “I was very aware of that fact Niragi, but I had it under control!”

“Did you really Y/N? Because from the way you were shaking it didn’t seem like you did.”

You stared into his deep, evil eyes. For once, you actually felt small underneath his gaze.

“Whatever, I’m going back to my room.” You stood up from your position and scurried away from the scene. As much as you hated to admit it, you were partly grateful to Niragi from saving you from that situation. You would never admit it to him though. You just wish he didn’t do it with so much aggression.

“Would you like me to walk you back-”

“Niragi! Fuck off!”

Author’s Note: Sorry this one took a while anon. I really hope it’s what you wanted!

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byorder-fanfic · 3 years

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How They Look After You When it Gets Bad: Tommy

Preference Masterlist

Requested by anonymous

Warnings: Reader going through a hard time, jealousy, doubts

Word count: 1407

Author’s Note: I really hope this is alright! In all honesty, I'm not a huge fan of Tommy but I really tried to do this well! And okay maybe I was a little harsh on him but I did try and make it sweet at the end. I hope you enjoy it and I'm wishing you all my best

(Gif by @manie-sans-delire-x) (it was really hard to choose a gif for him cause he always looks so mentally distressed)

You always said Tommy was a control freak. He always denied it, of course, hating any opinion that strayed from his own self-image. It took a bite of your lip to prevent the comeback of that proving your point. He wouldn't listen to you- he was, after all, a control freak. Maybe it was because of the war, or simply because with a chaotic family like the Shelbys at least one of them had to try and maintain order. You supposed it was because of the horses. Horses needed to be controlled, didn't they? They needed human hands to brush their manes and clear their hooves and make their iron shoes, they needed leather between their teeth to keep them on their path and jockeys had those whips to spur them on. You thought that maybe if the rest of the world were horses, Tommy would have an easier time. Who knows why he even decided to go into all this business and politics when it, at its very heart, was surrounded by people. But he couldn't make an empire from horses. Maybe he could keep this manor and expand the betting shop to keep his family working and wealthy, but he would just be a lord in his manor. Like that Lady Carleton that he fancied.

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop a snigger at the thought of your Tommy living in the stables for the rest of his life, knowing that an expression of anything other than complete concentration would get you a stern telling off. Despite the threat, you looked up from your paperwork. Tommy was at the head of the desk, the smoke from his cigarette trailing around his head like a phantom crown and a pensive look on his face as he rested against his hand. The portrait of the black mare stood behind him, giving him the imposing look of a king. Hell, he was a king, wasn't he? And that made you the regent ruler- the conditional monarch. You wondered if he thought of May Carleton sometimes when he looked at you. Or maybe he thought of Greta, or Grace, or Lizzie, or Jessie or, Christ, maybe even Alfie fucking Solomons for all you knew. Lizzie said he used to fuck her face down so he could think of someone else. Maybe you were a business partner in all things, someone transactional and useful. Maybe you were a horse. He told you what to do, didn't he? He guided you like he were stood behind, holding you by the reigns. The king of all he has, even his own partner. Even you. Even the ghosts in his head that he wouldn't talk about. He never talked about much to be honest. Just sat like he did now, all thoughtful and noble. A pretty deceiving face. You wanted to ask him, to bear your heart and let him reassure you. But he wouldn't like that. And Tommy was a control freak.

You got back to your papers, thinking you might as well do something whilst you're here. But the buzzing in your mind didn't stop biting at your thoughts, it didn't stop a tremble as you swooped your pen over the page, and it didn't stop the way your knee bounced under the desk. It was a subtle motion, the kind that was obscured and easily hid. It was something you couldn't stop doing in your nervous state, so it was something that'd have to be secret. Tommy had a plan for today: do all the paperwork, have a little chat about the business, get a drink, and then he'll fuck you. That's what he said he'd do, and Tommy like to stick to his plans. That bloody control freak. That king of the castle that left you powerless and petty as you couldn't even bounce your knee without feeling some scorn for his stupid bloody petty-

"Stop doing that."

His voice was cold as his eyes, an iciness that made you freeze with your knee mid-bounce.

"Stop what?" You gave a tilt of your head, gauging this out of him. You wanted him to admit it. If you couldn't say it, then he might as well do.

He gave a little huff, the cigarette smoke following the action like a bull breathing from its nostrils.

"Stop bouncing your knee."

How the hell could he tell? Maybe those superstitious lot were right about the Shelbys having something intrinsically magic and devilish about them.

"Why?"

Pettiness wasn't your thing, but here you were. Tommy sighed deeply, sitting back in his seat and looking at you with a raised eyebrow. He thought you were challenging him.

"Cause I asked you to."

Ah yes, the king's orders must be met. Even by you, supposedly his equal. But who gave the regent title? Who shared his power with you?

You looked up, giving your most argumentative look, dropping you pen onto the paper. He flinched, ever so slightly, telling you the ink must have spilt onto the paper. As if these documents weren't just ink on paper anyways.

"Why the fuck do I have to do what you asked?"

He tilted his head to the side now, eyebrows raised in complete shock. In return, you scraped your seat back on the floor so that he could see you and the knee you were bouncing. The buzzing in your mind still continued, but now there was that little sick joy in defying Tommy that helped ease the insecurity.

"If you're going to act like a child-"

He was going to make a long list of threats, you knew it, but you cut him off with a laugh.

"Please, Tom, you're the one whose acting like a child." His lips pursed in the same argumentative way as when you told him he was a control freak. "You're the one who insists on routines and plans and not bouncing my fucking knee!"

"Christ, not this again Y/N." His hand smoothed over his creased face, looking so tired of this. So tired of you.

"Who do you see when you look at me?" You asked, making him stop completely. You saw the cogs in his mind turning as he tried to understand the words you were saying. Despite everything, you were quite proud at your little victory of rendering Thomas Shelby speechless. "Lizzie said you used to see Grace or Greta when you came to her. Who do you see for me, huh?" He was shaking his head, words at the tip of his silver tongue that you wouldn't let spill quite yet. "Cause it ain't me, is it? Otherwise I could do what I damn well pleased, like bounce my fucking knee! Or spend a day doing what I want, not this fucking paperwork and fuck you like I'm some whore you're paying to fuck someone else!" You stood up from your chair, towering over him as you leaned over the desk. "I won't have it. I won't."

Something in him seemed to shift. Not soften necessarily, just change ever so slightly. Tommy too stood up from his desk taking a few careful strides around the desk until he just in front of you.

"Come here." Being the control freak he was, Tommy was the one that wrapped his arms around you first, pulling you towards his chest. You easily let him, always feeling slightly safe at the way he handled you like this. He smelled like smoke and booze and mint leaves, but you wouldn't trade your place nuzzling your nose against his neck for anything. You never thought of anyone else except Tommy- why couldn't he do the same?

"I think of you, love." He muttered, voice still calm and undisturbed. "I always think of you. At work, at home, at the fucking stables. You're always on my mind."

You were still close to him, hearing his heartbeat and wishing you had the ability to sniff out bullshit like the rest of the Shelbys could.

"I know I'm a bit of a control freak, alright? But I'm yours."

You weren't certain if it was his confession of possession, or the admittance of his neurotic behaviour that made you lean back and look at him with the biggest grin you could muster. Your hands found their way to the side of his jaw, bringing him closer to you.

"All fucking mine."

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfic #thomas shelby fanfic #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders preference #peaky blinders fanfic #may carleton #lizzie stark #grace burgess #greta jurossi #jessie eden

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noritoshiikamo · 3 years

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worth my time

pairing: noritoshi kamo + fem!oc genre: porn (is fingering enough to call it porn??) without plot ish??? tags//warning: established relationship // slight smut???, fingering, emotional drained reader, reader dated character but then forced into arranged marriage and doubt the whole rs note: unedited, lowercase intended, just me and my nori brainrot dont mind the plotholes and everythingn, its not accurate according to the manga/anime like i just wanna feed myself and i haven't write in ages pls sent some ideas so i can get my lazy brain going, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it directory: read the first part | second part | third part | bonus

“how long have you known?”

noritoshi shrugged, bringing the cup of tea to his lips. the way he took time to answer her question drove her mad. “noritoshi, how long?” her voice strained. “would it make any difference if i’d known today or 10 years ago?”

her eyes shot wide opened, “10 fucking years?”

a small smile appeared on his lips as he lowered the cup, “hypothetically.” she grabbed one of the pillows from the pile on the bed and threw it to his face, embedded with what little left of her jujutsu power. they have been going on for hours and she was clearly too stubborn to let it go. it was clearly weak; he dodged it with a flick of his wrist switching the pillow’s trajectory. “you’re a fucking asshole,” she gritted through her teeth, falling on bed as wave of anger and sadness crashed through. “you think i wanted an arranged marriage? you think i like having every aspect of my life set since i was a child and scrutinized? i’m a bastard sitting on a throne. unlike you gojou clan, i had it much worst.”

she pulled her hair, fighting the tears that was already streaming down, “it’s not a competition. we are in the same school, i sat next to you for years and you’re telling me you have no idea that i’m your future wife, bullshit!” her eyes flickered as she threw the next close thing within her power’s vicinity; a vase. something hit the vase midway, breaking it into ashes and she watched as a drop of blood stained the floor. he broke it with his power. “you can throw every single thing in this room, y/n, but it doesn’t stop the fact that we are already married.” it was that one sentence that completely broke her. falling on her knees, she let a cry out, clutching on her chest as she cried to her heart’s content. this can’t be happening to me, no, no, no, her mind echoed as she forced herself to surrender to the fact that they are married. it’s not something easy to undo. it pained him to see her like this, but his wife needs to understand that he could do nothing about it. she cried for what seems to be like hours, the sleeves of her yukata wet from the tears and sweat. she fell on the floor to her knees, resting her body against the bed before finally looking up to meet her husband’s eyes. he could see defeat in her tired eyes. “we dated each other,” she sniffled, “was that real or was it just you scouting for your future wife?” her words sound like venom to him “i know you won’t believe me, but it was real. i would still marry you even if the marriage isn’t arranged.” noritoshi stood up, his barefoot echoed on the floor as he walked to his weakened wife. her body was hot, he suspected the skipping (refusing to eat) meals, raging and throwing tantrums after another had put her body in so much stress. he reached for the sash, trying to undo her yukata and she freaked out. grabbing his wrist, she shook her head, “what are you doing?” she asked shakily. “would you listen to me for once? you need a cold shower, you’re burning up, it would help.” she stopped fighting. his tone was a mixed of annoyance and tired. dating him made her realized that noritoshi has a high level of patience; but not right now. letting go of his wrist, she slipped the yukata off her shoulder herself, whined about how she disliked cold shower below her breath. he wore a small smile as he hoisted the naked girl up. it’s a small victory on noritoshi the husband, he’ll savor it for now.

the girl kneeled on the floor of the shower as noritoshi slowly ran the shower head slowly up her body. her arms wrapped tightly against her chest; she cursed every time the cold water reached new part of her body. ignoring the fact that his yukata was getting wetter, he kneeled behind her and let her rest her back against his chest. with the shower gel, his body froze every time she whined at his touch. something about the way she whined under his touches made him weak. he wants to kiss her stupid face so badly. “it’s cold,” she mumbled, her eyes closed as he ran his palm against her stomach. he pressed a kiss on the side of her face, “better?” he asked as his hand travelled lower. her eyes widened. he continued his kisses, down her jawline and her neck, bruising every spot as his fingers traced a lazy circle on her clit. she moaned out a throaty yes. he continued to whisper sweet nothings into her ears, promises of how he would take care of her, how he’s going to be a perfect husband, how she would be a perfect wife, how they’ll live happily together. she nodded her head in delirium, the pleasure of his fingers had her grinding her back on his crotch and emptying her thoughts. she could barely think straight. “tell me you’re mine,” he commanded, slipping a finger inside, “i can take care of you, baby,” her eyes rolled back, his words were not helping, it was just pure gasoline thrown into a burning fire. “nori, i want to cum,” she muttered, clutching desperate on the now two fingers. she felt his warm breath on the crook where her shoulder meet her neck, his fangs brushing threateningly against the sensitive skin. “open your mouth,” he urged, she whined at the lost feeling of his lips on her neck. she felt something dripping between her lips, his thumb brushing the lower lip. it painted her lips red. it tasted metallic, almost like a blood. it was his. he watched in satisfaction as his blood marking appeared on her right eye. he can control her blood, heightened her senses, throwing her body’s sensitivity off the wall, driving her off the edge with every spot of her body he touches; it sends pleasure twice as much. it wasn’t long until her velvety wall spasmed around his fingers. her body jolted forward; her shaky hands pressed against the wet tile preventing her from falling face first as orgasm washes out. she could barely make any noises, her throat was so dry, she felt like it might bleed. she won’t deny that the orgasm eased her pain, but she would deny if he dared brought it up; he would not get the pleasure of knowing she enjoyed that.

his palm brushed against her thigh, causing her to look up. he raised his eyebrows in question which she brushed it off with a nod. she grabbed his hand and steadied herself up.

“i’m okay,” she voiced out.

he undressed, continued their shower from square one. they’ve done this before; sharing shower after mission washing blood off each other but this time, it feels different. she sighed at the pleasure, letting her hands rest against his toned chest. we are married, the sentence echoed in her mind as he massaged the shampoo on her head. never ever she thought that this is how she’ll be married. it’s not like she dreamed of a huge wedding. he did throw a small gathering, respecting her boundaries and her anxiety but everything just moved so fast. her parents are dead, her only remaining family is satoru, a distant cousin who finds it a no issue for her to marry her boyfriend. it is not an issue for her to marry noritoshi kamo, she loves him so much, but not like this. she wished she had more choices in this. he hummed a song, a habit of his that he caught from his mother, a lullaby his mother always sings. she wanted to hate him so much, for befriending her, making her fall in love with him and then forced her into a marriage. but when she opened her eyes and stared up into his, to see such loving look in his eyes, it weakened her. her heart is a wreck. “why do you do this to me?” she whimpered, slamming her fist into his chest. he refused to answer.

she was tired of his silence.

he turned the shower off, opening the glass door letting waft of cold air out. he left to fetch her towel and she stalked toward the nearby mirror. “how long until the thing wears off?” she asked when she caught a glimpse of herself. she reached to touch the blood marking on her eyes. he wrapped the towel around her body, hugging her from behind and through the foggy mirror, he brushed his thumb on her cheek, whispered something she couldn’t catch as the mark subsided.

“this doesn’t change the fact that i’m mad at you.”

he laughed it off, “i didn’t say it does. you always feel better post orgasm, you know how i know it?” he kissed her temple, eyes burned into hers, “because i dated you.”

her teeth gritted in annoyance.

“you think if i dated you to scout my future wife, i wouldn’t waste my time learning how your body responds to me, the way you yearn for me,” a kiss fell on her neck, “learn how well you control your shikigami and goes through lengths to teach you how to use my bow,” another kiss went up her jaw, “teach you my own blood techniques because god, why jujutsu needs to be such an exclusive thing,” arms went around her waist, “worried sick every single time utahime send you off for a mission, taking care of your wounds, being there to catch your reckless ass,” his breath lingered on her ears, “completely falling in love with you wholeheartedly for 3 years. i’d abandoned my father’s choice. you are arranged to be my wife, on my own accord. i choose you. you weren’t my father’s choice, but even in million years, even if sukuna’s vessel reincarnated again and again, even if the world split open and sent you miles away, even if i’m not the head of kamo clan,” his hand grabbed her chin, hard and forced her to meet his eyes, his words send shivers down her spine, “i would still choose you.”

she’s completely putty in his hand. she let out a soft whine as his body abandoned her, his warmth gone and came the cold biting her bare skin. her eyes followed the back of the man as he stalked to the wardrobe leaving the girl alone to ponder on his words.

“now, wouldn’t it just be a waste of my time, my wife?”

#okay im done loool #noritoshi kamo #kamo noritoshi #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #noritoshi kamo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #idk what tag more lol #noritoshi smut #noritoshi x reader #jjk smut #writing: fics

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urmomsmainbitch · 3 years

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wonder woman

requested: yes / no

pairing: max mayfield x fem!reader

warnings: pining, angst, swearing, mentions of death, mentions of school, omg the writing is shit i’m so sorry

a/n: i love lucas so much (based off of i wish you liked girls by abbey glover)

i grew pretty attached to you, like a dog on a lead / thought you were everything i could have ever dreamed of, and more than i could ever need

The phone was cool against her ear, ringing for the third time as she twisted your fingers into the cord, tapping her foot impatiently. This was the second time that she had tried Max that evening; once before dinner, and now once after. She’s probably still eating, one part of her said. No, she’s probably off making out with Lucas, the other said. Nibbling on her lip, Y/N leaned into the doorframe, letting her entire body slump against the wall as she slid down, before landing on the cold hardwood floor. Max had only started taking this long to answer recently – once she and Lucas had become official, and more serious. Ever since high school started, you never saw Lucas without Max, and Max without Lucas.

“C’mon, Maxie,” Y/N murmured, tapping her finger and trying the girl again, looking at the watch on her wrist. She’d even waited half an hour after Max normally ate dinner, hoping to catch her so they could talk to each other. They hadn’t been doing that as often, the redhead never wanting to spend a waking moment away from her boyfriend. Y/N saw it, she supposed, Lucas wasn’t a bad looking guy, and he was nice. But he was nice. That was it. He wasn’t smart, or funny, or entertaining. He was just there. Just a phase, she kept telling herself, Lucas is just a phase. But what after Lucas? What happened when Max finally took notice of Matt Donahue in her math class, who’s always making googly eyes at her? Or, what if she just happened to meet Sam Davis’ eyes in English? What then? Lucas would be forgotten, sure, but he’d be replaced in nearly no time.

On her third attempt, she hung up the phone, slamming it into the receiver. That was the second time this week.

always thought you looked at me differently than any other you’d see / thought you were aching to see me at any, any possibility

“So, what should we do?” Max asked her, bright eyes looking between her and El, who was sitting on the other end of the bed, laying on her stomach as she flipped through a comic book. El didn’t used to come to their sleepovers. Come to think of it, Y/N couldn’t think of the most recent time that she had a sleepover with Max alone. They used to have them all of the time: giggling under the covers into the early hours of the morning, leaning on one another as they flipped through those comic books. Max’s loved copy of Wonder Woman, which used to rotate between her and Y/N’s houses, was now sitting on Lucas’ shelf. “We haven’t seen each other in forever. Especially not you, El!”

Y/N frowned. She saw El last week. She hadn’t spoken to her in two weeks. What happened to the whole, ‘I’m your best friend and you’re mine, Y/N/N!’ and the ‘I love you so much, and we’re best friends! I’d do anything for you, Y/N!’

“I’ve just been so busy, it’s crazy! I haven’t had any time with field hockey and band and everything like that.” Max laughed. Her face got all crinkled up, her freckles blending into one another as her blue eyes teared up with joy. It would have been gorgeous, had it not been a lie. Max used to frequently skip hockey practices to hang out, and since she hadn’t gotten team captain, her practices had decreased. Max used to see her whenever she could, but of course, now she’d spend her time with Lucas, or with El, or with anybody other than her. Max used to put her on a pedestal, but now, it looks like anybody who shows her any attention at all gets all of hers.

i could be your bitch and tell you a million reasons why being with me would be much better than with any other guy / i could tell you I’ll treat you right and never wrong / tell you in my arms is where you belong / but I know that you can’t change someone / so I’ll just leave you alone

The next Friday, Max was back in Y/N’s bed, flipping through a magazine while music played through the radio. Her beautiful red hair was falling into strands in front of her face, framing her gorgeous freckled pale skin, blue eyes piercing through the dimmed overhead lights. She looked like a goddess, her entire lanky body stretched out over the covers in a way that she could stare at for hours – watching the way that her face crinkled up when she read a funny entry, or seeing the way she nibbled on her bottom lip when she was interested.

“I don’t know what I should do for Lucas for our second anniversary.”

Y/N’s heart stopped. Of course she’d talk about Lucas. “Well, what does he like?”

“You know,” she smiled, folding her magazine and sitting up to look at the other girl. Y/N was walking out of the bathroom, tucking her hair behind her ear as she put Max’s next day outfit on the chair, folded neatly. “You know as much as I do about him. We both see him everyday.”

“Yeah, but you see him more than I do,” Y/N grimaced. “I don’t see him that much anymore, and I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“I feel like a shitty girlfriend.” Max avoided her statement. I haven’t seen you in forever – she’d even said it outright and then got ignored! You never talk to me anymore, and it’s always ‘Lucas this and Lucas that! I’m here, too!’

“You’re never a shitty girlfriend.”

“I turned him down to hang out tonight. The weekend of our anniversary, Y/N. You can’t even lie and tell me that’s a good look,” Max said, looking unbelieving. Her brows furrowed together. “I turn him down all of the time when I hang out with you and El. It makes me feel so terrible, especially because I see you so much.”

Y/N knew that she should shut up. She knew that she shouldn’t have said what she did, and she knew that there was absolutely no reason to do what she did. The words came out faster than she ever thought that they ever could, and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into a pit and die once the words left her lips. But,a part of her wanted to scream it from the rooftops, a part of her wanting to shout it again and again. It’d been bottled up for months and months, and it was twenty three months, three weeks, and five days after it had happened in the first place that she realized that it needed to be said sooner or later. “That’s a fucking lie, and we both know it. Don’t bullshit me, Max.”

“I’m not bullshitting you?” It was phrased like a question, and Max looked like she had just been accused of something much worse. “I see you all the time–”

“Yeah, see, that’s what the lie is,” Y/N chuckled, sitting down, putting the pile on her lap. The feeling of rejection that had been sitting in the pit of ehr stomach for nearly two years now was bubbling up and up, and the words were spilling out of her mouth before she could stop them. “He’s just a stupid boy! He’s not funny, he’s not smart, he’s not entertaining, and he’s not worth it! You’ve been blowing me off for months, Max, and I’m so sick and tired of pretending like I don’t notice everything!”

Y/N kept going.

“You ignore me again and again, and we both know that anybody would be so much better than Lucas of all people!”

“Like who?! Lucas is so much better–”

“Like me!” Max finally fell silent, the color draining from her face as she dropped her magazine on the bedspread. Her hands trembled, and her eyes glassed in only a few moments. The ugly monster that had been hiding under the bed, in the closet, and behind her in her own shadow had finally come out; shrouding the entire room in a thick and uncomfortable silence. Every word broke a deeper part of Y/N, and cracked a part of Max. She almost stopped, but at this rate, who knew when she would finally be left alone with her long enough to dare say them again? “Me, Max! You act so insightful, wise one, and then you fucking shit all over anything I say and do, and it hurts me every fucking day that I fall morw and more in love with you when all you do is ignore my fucking existence for some guy who doesn’t even know who Jane Austen is!” Her voice trembled with every word, and as the house fell quieter and quieter, the sheer stupidity of the whole idea grew and grew.

The room remained silent as Max gathered her things. She didn’t bother to take her new change of clothes, now on the floor. They would go in a shoebox in the closet, along with the pictures and notebooks and comics. She ignored the new friendship journal that was sitting on the vanity, untouched and unused by them. It never would be – it would be sold at a yardsale. Y/N met her eyes as Max picked up the Wonder Woman copy that was sitting on the bed, pleading her not to take it. Don’t take this, she begged, please don’t take this. Leave me this, please. Max picked it up, and put it in her bag.

That would be the Mayfield-Sinclair children’s first comic book – the one that would sit in their library until their perfect little house on the cul-de-sac sold.

and i know you don’t swing that way, but that won’t take my feelings away / oh i wish you liked girls; oh i wish you liked girls / girls like me

#max mayfield fanfiction #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield angst #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #max mayfield #maxine mayfield #stranger things season 2 #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #via.writing

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Hii! From Prompt List 1 can u do number 3,51 and 243 w javier peña please ✨

Also i love ur writings so much ⭐

3. "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"

51. "Go on them, tell me. Tell me you don't love me."

243. "Oh my God, you're in love with her!"

Enjoy!

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader ; warnings: language

Javier Masterlist

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"Tell me," there was nothing but venom lacing your voice as you stared at Javier. Your face was slick with tears as you tried to keep your lips from trembling. You wanted to break down, gods knew you did, but you weren't about to give him the satisfaction. You would do that as soon as he walked out of your apartment for what would be the last time, "go on then, tell me. Tell me you don't love me."

"Don't do this cariño," the bastard had the audacity to try and call you by your pet name, "you know this is the way. The only way."

"You're such a damn liar," you hissed at him. You should have seen this coming. You should have known.

You shouldn't have fallen in love with Javier Peña.

"We always knew what we were doing was wrong," it was a meek insistence, hollow and empty and neither of you quite believed it, "it was never supposed to go this far."

"This far? This far?" you wanted to scream, to grab his shoulders and shake him, to knock some sort of sense into him, but instead you just stared at him, eyes glossy with unshed tears, "did you think we would fuck and that’s it? I told you it was never going to be just that. And you never seemed to have a problem with that."

"You need to stop," this time it was more firm and his nostrils flared as he tried to control the hit of rage that had seemed into his bones, "we both knew what this was from the start. It was just sex."

"You're here, in my apartment, lying to my face," you sniffled as you dabbed at your eyes and wished you would wake up to find this was a horrible dream. You wished you'd wake up, wrapped in his arms while he slept soundly, like you had so many other times. You wished, you wished, you wished. But that didn't change the reality of the situation, nor the gravitas of it, "if you can look in my eyes and tell me you don't love me - never loved me - do it. If you can do it, I'll let this go."

"You're being ridiculous," he huffed and rolled his eyes ever so slightly as his hands went to his hips.

"I'm being ridiculous?" your voice rose up about two octaves as you realized just how hysterical you did sound. But it didn't matter - once Javier had made up his mind, he was a stubborn piece of work. But you refused to let this go, "I'm not the grown man that won't even admit his own feelings. That runs every time something comes up. That shuts out everyone and everything anytime it gets real."

"Maybe you're just thinking too much into this!" and there it was - the fiery temper that he was famous for. It wasn't shocking because it had suddenly jumped out; it was shocking because he'd never raised his voice at you, "maybe you just want to make something out of nothing! It was never anything - it was just sex. Why can't you just accept that?"

"Am I supposed to be scared of you?" you raised your voice and yelled back with just as much as anger and spite as he spit at you, "you're a liar and a coward. You can't even look at me - if you don't love me fucking tell me!"

"I'm not doing this right now," he huffed as stepped over the threshold, shoulders rising and falling in rapid movements as tired to control his anger, "I'm done - whatever we had, its over now."

"Javier," you tried to reach for his hand, but he was quick to pull out of your grasp, causing you to sigh heavily, "don't walk away - not like this."

"There's nothing left to say," he insisted quietly, staring at the floor, rather than daring to look in your eyes, "I'll see you at work and that's that. Everything else is done. Obviously you cannot handle this."

"You're just going to walk away," you were incredulous as a few tears of grief and anger rolled down your cheeks, "fuck you, Javier. I hate you."

You slammed the door shut before he could say anything else. Tears were heavily pouring down your cheeks and spilling onto the cool slide as you sank to the floor. Small ugly little sobs racked your body as you gave up and in to your pathetic inner, upset self. You loved him, you really, really did. You knew that.

You knew he loved you too. You knew he was scared. Damn scared. And it was okay - if he would have opened up to you.

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“You look like shit,” Steve barely looked up from his coffee and morning review of documents as Javier stormed in, practically slamming himself down in his chair. He groaned and flipped Steve the middle finger before reaching for his cigarettes, effortlessly lighting it up and leaning back, “what happened to you?”

Javier closed his eyes but remained silent, a vain attempt at letting his mind wander too far. He hadn’t slept the night before, mind and thoughts racing over and over with snippets of his conversation with you. Your words had stuck in his mind all night: coward, coward, coward. And you had been right.

He was a coward; pathetic and scared all because he didn’t want to risk getting hurt. Or hurting you. And in the end he had managed to do both. It was never supposed to go this far, it was never supposed to be anything more than sex, but the lines had become so blurred and so fast, and before he knew - he was in love.

And that terrified the shit out of him.

So he reacted how he tended to do; to push you away. To isolate himself. It was supposed to be easy, supposed to work. All it had down was leave him with regret eating him up alive. He should have admitted you were right, he should have confessed. If there was anyone worth taking a chance on - it was you. He’d known it was you from the first time you’d had sex it was just...different. Different from every other experience he’d had. And gods, how he’d slowly fallen for all the little things you did, all your little quirks.

Your smile, that laugh, those eyes that seemed to convey a million emotions at once. Your steadfast stubbornness, the fact that you always called him on his bullshit, how you never backed down from confrontation, how you gave so much to others and asked for so little. How you’d chide him for getting even a papercut, and how you’d love him, even when he didn’t ask you to. How you;d take him in your arms, wordlessly, and give him everything he needed and then some, how you’d chase away his fears and pain. How -

Everything.

He was in deep, and when it came down to the wire, he’d run. Like a liar and a coward.

His eyes snapped open and landed on the desk, the spot you normally occupied and found it empty. A scowl tugged on his features as his brows knitted together, “where is she?”

“Hmm?” Steve looked back up and followed Javi’s line of sight before he shrugged lightly, “I talked to her this morning, said she wasn’t feeling good.”

“Bullshit,” he hissed under his breath, just enough for Steve to hear, “did she say when she’s coming back?”

“I dunno, Javi,” Steve sighed heavily, “she’s a grown woman, if she’s not feeling well, she’s not feeling well. She’ll be back when she’s better. Calm down.”

“Steve-”

“Oh god - you’re in love with her. Aren’t you?” the smirk tugging on his features was undeniable as Javier rolled his eyes but refused to look over, “I knew it - everyone knew it.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” his mouth went dry as he looked at his partner and felt like slamming his head against the wall. Of course. It’s so obvious.

“I mean...it’s just...everyone’s known, Javi,” Steve couldn’t help but laugh at the surprised look on his face, “it’s so obvious. You’re different because of her - for her. You might be the last person to know. Shit...you haven’t told her, have you?”

Javier made a small sound in his throat but otherwise remained silent as he stared at your desk. Not feeling well my ass, he thought to himself before running a hand over his tired face.

But you didn’t come back the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. Or -

Shit. He had really messed up.

You were all he could think about, plaguing his waking and sleeping hours as he tried to figure out what to do. His mind was on you as he sat in the office and smoked cigarette after cigarette and glossed over paperwork. You were in his every thought as he and Steve chased after some of Escobar’s men; so much that he almost slipped up and let them get away.

By Friday afternoon, he couldn’t handle it any longer. This was ridiculous and he was going to put an end to it all, one way or another.

Javier almost jumped out of his seat, grabbing his leather jacket and half empty pack of cigarettes without a word as he stormed out of the office. Steve barely looked up in time to catch him, his question dying on his tongue as he watched his partner storm out. He didn’t have to ask to know exactly what was going on.

Finally, he thought to himself shaking his head, finally.

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"Open the door," Javier's voice was commanding but it still managed to shake as he rapped his knuckles against the peeling paint of your door, "cariño, I know you're in there…"

And you were. You were curled up on the couch in your pajamas, an empty bottle of wine on the table as an old, cheesy romance movie played in the background. The lights were off and you were tired, but you still couldn't manage to find sleep.

You'd avoided going into the office for the last couple of days, feigning illness and earning a scoff from the ambassador, but nothing else was said. In the time you'd been in Colombia, you'd never so much as used a single sick day, so they didn't question you. But of course your partners did. Well, one of them. The other had known exactly what was going and it had been eating him up inside, even if he wasn't ready to admit it.

But his little heart to heart with Steve had inspired him - practically shoved him in the right direction. You'd been on his mind rent free since he'd left. Hell - for much longer than that.

"Go away," you managed to croak out before burrowing further into your pillow, feeling a fresh wave of tears spill down your cheeks at his presence. Knowing you almost had him but didn't was heartbreaking, "you made it clear we have nothing, Javier.”

“Open the damn door,” there was a tone in his voice that you hadn’t heard before - was that...desperation? Javier paused and sighed heavily, “please. I-I...fuck, I fucked up.”

“If you’re going to play some sort of cruel joke, save your breath,” you huffed, “like you said, we are nothing. We’ll be work partners and that’s it.”

There was a beat of silence and a part of you thought he left, you were almost relieved at the thought. But before you knew it, you heard the keys jingling in the lock and the door opened; you cursed yourself for giving him a spare set. Either way, he probably could have figured out how to get in anyways. He just couldn’t let it go.

“Cariño,” he came and swiftly made his way over to you, frowning when he saw you all curled up and the discarded mess around you, "I-"

"Go away, Javi," it was a pathetic plea as you glanced up at him. His heart felt it was going to shatter and break at the sight of your red, glossy eyes as you sniffled at him, "haven't you done enough? Or should I be apologizing for having feelings and being honest about them?"

"I should be begging you for forgiveness," he dropped to his knees beside you, a hand tentatively reaching out to you, as he tried to see if you would pull away. Despite wanting to, instead wishing you could yell and scream, you stay rooted in position as he gently pushed your hair out of your hair. He brushed his thumb gently over your cheek as your eyes fluttered closed at the familiar touch, "I am so sorry."

"Sorry for what?" your brow furrowed at his words, "you made yourself very clear."

"I fucked up - you're right. I am a liar and a coward," he confessed as your eyes snapped back open to meet his. They were gentle, softened in the corners with the crinkles that you adored so much, "I realized I had feelings and I panicked. I shut you out and hurt you."

"My head hurts, Javier," you sighed slightly, "just get to the point."

"I love you," he admitted and suddenly it felt your heart had dropped into your stomach as you stared at him. He was sure you must have heard the wild beating of his heart as he tried to anticipate your reaction, "I-I'm in love with you."

"If this is your idea of a joke," you moved his hand away and sat up, trying to prepare yourself for any possibility, "its even more fucked up than just breaking my heart. I knew what this started this and I should have stopped it when I started to catch feelings but I-"

But Javier didn't let you say anything further. Instead, he cut you off by crashing his lips onto yours and kissing you deeply - slowly and with meaning. It was an easy dance, one you'd done hundreds of times before. But this time just felt...different.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you close, and yours wound around his neck. Effortless and easy, just like everything with him was. It was anything frenzied or hurried, but slow and gentle as he tried to convey his every thought and feeling through his touch. He thought his heart might burst when he felt your smile whilst his lips, as you carded a hand through his dark locks.

Only when you were both breathless and drunk off of each other did you pull apart. He stared at you, his gaze soft as you grabbed his face and delicately cradled it before pressing another kiss to his lips.

"I hope this means what I think it means or I'm going to have to murder you," you whispered against his lips, as his own tugged into a smile, "because I am in love you and I don't know if I can ever change that."

"It means I'm an idiot," he admitted, "a cowardly fool that ran when things got real - although they were always real. Its obvious, isn't it? I just never realized."

"That's because you gave a thick skull, Peña," you gently tapped a knuckle against the side of his head, "and you need to learn to be more open - with me anyway. You don't have to be afraid, Javi. Not with me; I'm not going anywhere, you know that. I know you - the real you - and nothing about you scares me or whatever you think it is. I love you and that means every little bit of you."

"I…" he paused for a moment, inhaling and exhaling slowly as your words washed over him. His heart had never felt warmer or more light as he realized the immense weight your words held. He closed his eyes and nodded, gently pressing his forehead against yours, "I love you. Fully and completely cariño. Even if I am an idiot."

"My idiot," you promised softly, "just talk to me next time, okay? Don't run and hide - stay with me. It'll be okay, you will always have me."

"Fuck," he whispered as he pulled you into his arms and wrapped you up in the tightest hug possible, "I'm sorry - so sorry. I love you."

"I love you, Javier," you whispered, "stay with me?"

"Always."

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just-a-quirkless-loser · 4 years

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Invective Pain

Alpha Bakugou x F!Omega Reader

Words: 2.4k

Requested by: @goatsenpaiultimate

Hehe, sorry for the wait you guys. It’s been a rough few weeks for me. Also, the song ‘Butterfly’s Repose’ by Zabawa is amazing to listen to while you read this💜

Warnings: harsh language, Bakugou being an asshole, angst

“Get the fuck off me.”

“Alpha, please.”

“I said, get off. What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve been too clingy,” you prove his point and cling to his arm.

“I miss you,” you try to nuzzle his neck so he can scent you. With your wolf quirk, it was getting harder and harder to stay away from Bakugou for long periods of time. Your instincts were on hyperdrive, always wanting him within your reach so you knew he was safe.

“Don’t you understand what ‘no’ means?” Bakugou tenses up as you continue trying to climb his body. Due to his inability to express himself, he’s still not used to your affections.

“I can’t help it,” you ruffle your tail to prove your point.

“Well, try harder to help it.”

“But, alpha-“

“No, I’m sick and tired of your bullshit. As soon as I come home, you want to climb all over me. I can’t even take a fucking shower,” you hunch into yourself as you take a step away from him. Looking back on it, he did have a point. You could stand to at least allow him a few moments to himself before you bombard him. But, it’s just hard on you.

Because of your quirk, you’ve always been the type to cling to people and try to protect them. You miss your parents because you considered them to be your pack but, that all changed when you met Bakugou. After a few months of dating, you moved in with Bakugou (your inner Omega told you she’d love to start her own pack with him). However, it’s been a difficult transition.

Bakugou normally takes your clinginess in stride but, it’s been hard for him lately. All he wants to do is take you underneath him and nuzzle you and treat you like a queen. But, he’s been dealing with this case. It’s been stressing him out and he’s never been the type to deal with stress in a correct way.

“I’m sorry.”

“Fuck, I- FUCK! Omega. I just can’t keep doing this. You’re fucking annoying. This was a mistake. We shouldn’t have moved in together,” his words stung in your mind like a swarm of hornets, making you yelp in your mind. Although, no one would ever be able to tell your inner turmoil from the calm look on your face. Why does he have to tear you down with his words? What does he gain from your dissociation? Does it bring him satisfaction to win the argument? Even at the expense of your heart? The same heart he swore to protect when he chose you as a mate.

“I’m sorry,” and you don’t understand why. You just stand there with a blank expression, no longer feeling that your heart is safe in his hands. And, that is worse than losing an argument the two of you have.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. I’m tired of you sticking to my fucking side like a toddler. You’re always hovering over me. I need space,” you intend to give him all the space he needs. “Selfish extra.”

He doesn’t know what his words do to you as he goes to the room you share, bumping you out of his way. You want to cry, you want to chirp, you want to-to-die; without him-without your alpha- what is there to live for?

Your omega crawls to your heart, shriveling up like a raisin as if your soul has been sucked by a vacuum. You feel your heart drop; the first sign of Omega Depression and you don’t tell Katsuki. How can you?

He made it clear how bothersome you were in his life. You never meant to be a burden to him. All you wanted to do was love him and give him the love he lacked from his teenage years. But, it’s transparent that you’re not wanted by the person your soul has imprinted upon.

You sit on the couch, staring into nothingness. What did you do wrong? What was so wrong with wanting to love him? You feel weak. Maybe if Katsuki had someone stronger, someone who could take his invective words in stride, he’d be happier.

As you wallow in your own pain, Katsuki is upstairs taking a shower. Part of him feels relieved to finally have some space to himself and the other scolds him for what said; he barely remembers what he said to you exactly. All he knows that your face is blank so, he assumes it’s not too bad since you weren’t crying.

He walks out of the shower expecting to see you but, he’s greeted with an empty bed. He figures you just want space to be angry so, he lets you stay downstairs.

‘It’ll be fine tomorrow,’ it won’t. As he dozes off to that thought, you were downstairs stuck in your mind. It's your fault for always forgiving him after he’s verbally ruined you You just thought your love for him outweighed anything he said to you. But, your unconditional love has reached its limit.

You wait till he falls asleep before you break the facade (you still want him to get his sleep so he can wake up healthy tomorrow). You heave and whimper as you curl into a ball on the cold living room floor. You shake from the force of your tears, tears falling like rain in the spring. You’re trying to smile to stop the tears but, your mouth ends up in a horrible grimace as you silently berate yourself. Your hands scrape at your arms, nails taking patches of your skin as a way to distract your mind. You don’t sleep that night; you don’t sleep for any of the nights that follow.

When you hear your alpha’s alarm clock sound, you climb on the couch with your face smooshed to the cushions. Katsuki follows his nightly routine, not even checking to see if you’re okay. He just gets dressed for his patrol and leaves breakfast on the table for you, kissing your hair goodbye before he leaves out the door.

You’re once again crying as you just lay there. You don’t bother to call your job to notify them of your absence. If anything, you just lay there, your tail curled around your body as if it’s protecting you from the world.

You feel useless against your heart because you know you shouldn’t have allowed Bakugou’s temper to get to this point. You had suggested therapy and anger management to him many times but, he was persistent in telling you that he had it under control. You knew he thought seeking therapy was weak (as he thinks most things are weak) but, you just wanted him to think before he spoke.

You can tell that he’s tried to do better for you and you appreciate that but, it’s not enough anymore.

This was the last straw. Not because you still don’t love him but, because you’re now in your Omega’s Depression. It’s a fairly new phenomenon. The doctors warned Omegas and Alphas that their second genders could drive them into a comatose state if the genders were met with unfavorable conditions. Your omega has started the process and you can only hope that Katsuki figures that out before it’s too late.

At first, Bakugou didn’t think anything about your attitude. He just thought you were giving him space (which he hated. It feels weird to him to be alone when he was always with you and he’s too prideful to admit that) however, he knows something is wrong when you start to avoid him.

You don’t talk to him like you use to, you don’t cook his favorite spicy ramen anymore, hell, you don’t even come to bed anymore. It’s like two strangers living in the same house (well, roommates would be more accurate). And, he misses you.

“Why are you sleeping on that shitty couch?” He’s standing above you with his arms folded, head to the side so he can hide his blush. You don’t respond, dried tear stains on your cheeks.

“Not gonna answer? What you’re too good to speak to me?” He squats down to eye-level. His breath fans across your face, the smokey caramel of his scent bringing more tears to your eyes. “Omega?”

You still don’t answer. He takes that as you still being angry about the argument; he also notes the change in your scent.

“Tch,” he walks to the bedroom and comes back with a few blankets so he can make a small hammock beside the couch at your side. He slips into the covers, hand upon your waist so he can feel you. “Goodnight, Omega.”

The next day, you’re still in the same spot on the couch above him. He does his routine, this time spending longer at saying goodbye.

“I’ll be back, Omega. Cuddling wouldn’t be the worse thing when I get home,” you stare blankly.

“And, I put some of your favorite cookies on the table,” still nothing.

“I love you,” nothing. And, that’s how he knows that everything is wrong. He spends the day on patrol, withdrawn from his hero-work. All he can think about is that blank look in your eye, the stillness of your home, the taste of failure on his tongue.

‘I fucked up,’ he sure did.

He comes home and you're still in the same spot. He doesn’t even think you got up to use the bathroom. You’re the first thing he attends to when his boots cross the threshold.

“Omega, you need a bath,” you don’t move so he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom. Your body is sweating and that stench gets even worse. “Omega, I’m sorry.”

But, sorry doesn’t fix everything. Sorry is nothing when you truly hurt someone. Sorry is when someone feels obligated to correct their wrongs (not because they want to). Sorry is the Black Licorice of apologies.

“Have you gone to work?” No. He knows you haven’t but, he just wants you to talk to him. His alpha cries for his mate yet, she doesn’t respond. “Baby?”

The bath is spent in silence as you sag on him. His hand's card through your (h/c) hair, trying to release some of your tension. It’s such an intimate moment of him caressing your body as though you are a precious work of art. His lips latched onto the mating mark on the side of your neck, reminding you that he cares.

When he gets you out of the tub, he dries you with your favorite fluffy towel. His carmine eyes gaze at you adoringly from your navel, blonde hair resting against your belly. One in a while, he’ll kiss your legs and feet, silently showing how much he truly cares for you.

Night rolls around and you both follow the same routine as before; you’re laying on the couch and he’s laying beside you on the floor. You’re not eating and that terrifies him. Sadly, this goes on for another month. And, Katsuki is growing desperate to have his omega back.

“I allowed my anger to do this to her- to me-to us. And, now, I don’t know if I can help her anymore,” he joined an anger management group (which, coincidentally helped his public image as well) after he realized the argument caused the rift in your relationship.

And, you’re proud of him on the inside, even if you can’t show it. At least he’s trying but, your omega just turns a blind eye to his efforts. You commend Katsuki for not giving up though.

‘It must be hard trying to change and improve for someone and they don’t even acknowledge your existence,’ you do feel bad for him. It seems that your love does outweigh his words.

But, you’re dying. He knows it. You know it. It’s known. He just won’t accept it.

“Omega,” you’re unconscious. He came home from the weekly session to find you unresponsive (well, more unresponsive than what you’ve been). “Omega, fuck-please-I God I, please wake up.”

 So, you’re at the hospital now. The antiseptic burns your sensitive nose as you’re propped up on the hospital bed, sheets crinkling under your body. The doctors told Bakugou that you didn’t really have long to live but, he just can’t allow you to go without trying his best to save you.

“Omega, please, look at me,” you look at him but, it’s like you’re not seeing him. Your eyes don’t have the shine they used to. “Omega, please.”

You can’t answer him. What if you said the wrong thing? You were clinging to life by a single strand of fiber, death clinging to your scent. You knew you couldn’t handle it if Katsuki’s words hurt you once more.

“Please, talk to me, yell at me. Hit me. Do anything,” you can’t. Your voice is stuck in your mind. “Get mad. Throw something. Spit on me! Push me away. Shit, anything. Please just please please pleaseeee, fucking, please. PLEASE I’M NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO BE WITHOUT YOU. Please stop looking like you want to die.”

“But, I do,” you hope he can understand.

“NO! NO NO! I FUCKING NEED YOU. I LOVE YOU,” he chokes on his words as he gathers your face in his hands. “I’m such a piece of shit. It takes you dying for me to realize how much I love you. But, I do. I love you so much it hurts. I can’t lose you.”

“Wipe your tears,” you brush your thumbs across his cheek to gather his tears. “I’m right here.”

“How can you love me still? Your will to live is fucking weak and it’s my fault! And, I’m sitting here asking you to hold on for me. You don’t even have to speak to me. Just stay here. I promise I’ll stay here with you. You can’t leave me.”

“Bakugou-“

“For fuck's sake, It’s Katsuki to you! I did this to you. I’m so sorry for what I said. I’m sorry for pushing you away when I felt I didn’t deserve your love. I’m sorry for making you feel the pain I felt all these years. I’m sorry for being a shitty alpha,” he cries in your lap as you pat his back. Your omega stores, crooning to help her alpha. You’re not dead; the future may look bleak but, you know it will finally bring you the love you longed for.

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avintagekiss24 · 4 years

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GOOD STUFF || ANDY BARBER

pairing: Andy Barber x black!reader || word count: 3,798 || warnings: smut, sex, slight degradation, cum play, public sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, crying kink, praise kink || request: #39 - “they have good stuff down at the farmers market” w/ lawyer daddy Andy

authors note: back on my bullshit with this man. this is the first 4k celebration fic! i actually got this request some time last week when I first reblogged one of the prompt lists. inspiration for the sexy time came from @honeychicanawrites headcanon (🥴🤤 so fucking good), line divider by @firefly-graphics!

You tap your fingernails against the open refrigerator door as you bite the inside of your cheek, your eyes bouncing around. You push a few items around, open the drawers, then move more items around, failing to find anything particularly appetizing. You could order a pizza; or chinese - Andy loves Chinese… but you know he’s been in court all week, his long days turning even longer; he can’t even relax when he’s home. The jury has been out for two days, and he’s worried. A home cooked meal is exactly what he needs.

You close the refrigerator and spin on your heel, grabbing your keys from the table and sling your purse over your shoulder and chest. You smile gently to yourself as you move out into the garage, hearing Andy’s voice in your head. Again? What is it with you and that farmers market?

It’s a short drive to your favorite little market, and within twenty minutes your nose is full of the fresh smell of fruits and vegetables, your fingers wrapped around a small basket. The air is crisp as autumn starts to blow through, the leaves on the trees all burnt oranges and browns, but the breeze is unseasonably warm. You browse slowly, stopping more frequently than not to pick up a ripe tomato, or an ear of corn just to smell them.

You scan through recipes mentally as you move through the large, crowded market picking up a little of everything on your way. Your phone buzzes in your hand, Andy’s name flashing across the front as you turn it over.

“Babe?” You say gently as you lift the sleek phone to your ear. Your stomach drops a little - it’s hours before he’s supposed to be home. The decision is in.

“We won.” Is all he says and you can hear the relief in his voice.

You close your eyes and tilt your head upwards, a smile on your face, “I knew you would baby. I’m so happy for you.”

“Well, you were the only one that knew,” his low chuckle rumbles in your ear, “I need to get the fuck out of here before I pull my hair out.”

“I’m at the store, so I’ll meet you at the house.”

He pauses, “Again?”

“What do you mean again?” you laugh, “I haven’t been to the store this week.”

“I know you better than that, you’re at the damn market again.”

You laugh, “They have good stuff down at the farmers market.”

You can practically hear his eyes roll, “I’ll meet you there in twenty.”

“No, babe, just go home and take a nice long shower.” You start, smiling as you pass a twenty to the young girl at the stand, “Get in your sweats - just relax. You can turn on some stupid Eddie Murphy movie and fall asleep with your hand down your pants and I won’t even complain.” His laugh travels through your ears and you can’t help but smile, “You deserve it.”

You can hear the soft click of his briefcase in the background, his steps against the marble floors of the courthouse, “I’ll meet you in twenty. Love you.”

The phone clicks before you can get out another word. You shake your head but smile as you slide the phone into your purse and start to move towards the front, to wait for him.

Andy Barber is nothing but punctual. Twenty minutes on the dot you spot his black Audi pulling into the parking lot and another smile spreads on your face. You continue to watch as he emerges from the front seat, pulling off his suit jacket and throwing it in the back seat before he slides his sunglasses over his eyes. He moves around the back of the car, undoing his cufflinks and rolling his sleeves up his forearms as he walks.

Your core tightens as you look him up and down, having to take a deep breath and expel it out of your nostrils to combat the sudden heat that flushes through your body. Your smile widens when he lifts his head and smirks at you, wiggling his eyebrows as he approaches.

He reaches for you, holding out his large hand and without thinking, you slide your smaller palm into his, letting him pull you into his hard body, “Hey baby.” His voice is deep, slow - tired.

You squeeze him, letting out another deep breath, “Hey, you.” You lean back after a few seconds, cupping his face in your palm as your eyes move around his face, “You look tired.”

He nods slowly, running his hand through his hair before he smiles softly at you again, “Nothing I can’t handle. Come on.”

“Lynn is going to give you a break, right? Is she gonna give some stuff to Neal for a change?”

He cuts his eyes at you at the sound of his name, “Not if anything big comes along, but yeah, she will.”

He links his fingers with yours, holding your hand tight as the two of you start to move down the aisle of the market. The breeze whips around you as the two of you make small talk, you careful not to bring up the case unless he does. You know it’s the last thing he wants to talk about. Taking your cues from him, you watch him out of the corner of your eye as he pokes and prods at random pieces of fruit. You run your hand up and down his long arm, up over his shoulder and massage the back of his neck as he pays for some blueberries, popping a few into his mouth as you laugh.

“I told you not to do that,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his back, “You need to wash them first.”

He shrugs and thanks the older woman before he pulls you around his body, tucking you into his side as he throws his arm over your shoulder. He kisses your forehead, “You look cute today.”

You laugh again, “Don’t ignore me, you can get sick from doing that, Andy!” He tickles the back of your exposed thigh, making you jump and squeal, giggles falling from your lips, “Andrew Barber!”

“That’s my name, you can totally wear it out.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh again, rolling your eyes, “What a fuckin’ nerd.”

“I’m a nerd because I like hearing you scream my name?” He asks seriously, stopping in front of you.

Your mouth drops open as your eyes widen, “Shhh!” you hiss, looking around, “Keep your voice down!”

He wraps you back up in his arms, pushing his chest and crotch into you, “Okay,” he whispers, “I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress when we get home.”

His words suck the air right out of your lungs. Your lips part as you blink back at him, your face hot, your legs turning to jelly at just the thought. You inhale sharply, a dumbstruck look on your face as your mind goes blank. He laughs at you, “Cat got your tongue, baby?”

“Andy,” Is all you can mutter.

He sucks his teeth, glancing over the top of your head as he sneaks his hand up into your skirt, palming your ass, making you gasp, “I haven’t fucked you all week. I’m horny, my cock misses you.” He purrs into your ear, gently swaying the two of you back and forth.

You exhale hard. Your eyes skirt around the market as your heart starts to beat faster, the blood rushing in your ears. He pinches your ass, then slides his hand slowly around your hip before he cups your sex, his fingers rubbing your slit through your panties.

The air chokes in your throat. You hear him grunt softly as your panties start to stick to your skin. He chuckles before he leans down to kiss your lips, “Such a responsive girl. Come, let’s get you home, hm?”

He grabs your hand, linking your fingers with his as he takes a few steps, “Better yet,” he says, bopping your nose with his index finger before he grabs your wrist and starts to pull you through the aisles in the opposite direction.

You follow behind him, almost having to jog to keep up with his long gait. He pulls you out of the small market and crosses the street, looking both ways as you run behind a few moving cars. He pulls you between two office buildings, stopping and turning suddenly to grab your face and crash his lips to yours. You drop the bags carrying your food around your feet, moaning into his mouth as you squeeze his sides.

He backs you into the brick building behind you, lifting your leg by your thigh and throwing it over his hip. You can’t object - you can’t find the words. You just wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing him to you as he nips at your neck, right underneath your jaw - just how you like it. You tilt your head towards the sky, grunting softly as you arch your back from the wall, pushing your hips into his.

He grips your thigh tight, his wedding ring pressing into your skin - searing your flesh. He bites down into the crook of your neck and you jump from the sudden pain, your mouth falling open, a sharp moan slipping from your lips. He chuckles, deeply, slowly, into your ear as he runs his fingers over your pussy, palming your hot sex through your underwear, “You like that, baby?”

He leans back, his blue eyes bouncing back and forth between your dark eyes as he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. He circles your clit, pressing the pads of his fingers against your heat. You roll your hips into his hand as you pant heavily, trying to keep your eyes linked with his. You have to sink your teeth into your own lip to stop yourself from getting loud - and he loves it. He loves doing this to you in the worst places.

He grabs your lips with his again, kissing you hard - his velvet tongue sweeping over your lip and the roof of your mouth as he finally pushes your panties to the side, “Andy-” you hiss, sucking in air as he pushes his fingers through your sticky folds, “Fuck, Andy.”

“Can you be a quiet girl? Hmm?” He asks softly, turning his head slightly to glance towards the sidewalk, “Can you be good for me?”

You nod quickly, completely out of breath and nearly vibrating from the lust pooling in your stomach, “Yes.” You whisper hard.

You drop your eyes to his crotch, watching as his hands start to undo his belt and pop the button of his expensive slacks. You whine audibly - digging your fingers into his shoulders in anticipation of that pretty cock. He pulls himself free and you could melt into a puddle. He’s hard, and long - thick - his tip shiny and wet from the droplets of precum that have dribbled out. He wraps his hand around his girth, stroking himself slowly - from his base to the tip, sweeping his fingers over his slit.

“Andy,” you beg, pushing your hips into him, wanting to feel him spread you open, “Please, baby.”

He smiles.

He slips his cock through your folds, rubbing your clit with his tip before he pushes at your opening. He flicks his eyes up to you and rests his forehead against yours - his lips brushing over your swollen lips, “You gonna be a quiet girl?”

“Yes!”

He licks your lips with his hot tongue, “Good girl.”

He pushes slowly and you help - sinking down onto his thick cock - letting him spread your tight, wet muscles. Your eyes flutter - your mouth drops open as he occupies your depth, filling you right up. You wrap your arms around his neck again as he nuzzles into the side of your face, his soft beard rubbing against your cheek, adding to your desire. You dig your fingers into his hair, grabbing a handful to gip as he starts to move, pulling completely out of your cunt before he delves back in.

You can’t help the moans that fall from your lips and fill the air as his hips push you slightly up the wall. You keep your leg thrown over his hip as he fucks into you, one of his hands around your throat, the other flattened on the bricks to hold his weight. He pushes the tip of his thumb into your mouth, and you bite down before you push your tongue along it, inviting him to shove the rest of it in so you can suck on it.

“You are such a good girl,” he grunts into your ear, nibbling and pulling on your earlobe.

Your heart jumps into your throat at the praise, your chest swelling with pride. You are such a good girl. He continues to pound his hips into yours, bouncing you up and down on his dick as he lifts your hand, his fingers playing with the big, shiny rock on your finger. He kisses it before shoving your fingers into his mouth, a thick, heavy moan scratching at the back of his throat.

A shiver runs the length of your spine as his tongue swirls around your thin digits, his hips still digging into yours. Your slick muscles start to squeak from the wetness; from his warmth pushing and pulling from you, filling every inch of space your sweet pussy has to offer. You can feel your arousal slipping down the inside of your thigh, thick and warm, a mixture of your slick and his seed.

Andy pushes deep inside of you, halting his hard rhythm to wiggle his hips slowly, wanting to go deeper - to feel every part of you. He leans back again, his eyelids low as he watches you squirm. A slow smirk covers his mouth as he pumps his hips just once, pushing deep again, “Do I feel good?”

His voice is husky - full and silky as he teases you. You nod as your head swims, your stomach and chest tight, your clit swollen and achy, begging to be touched. You writhe, pushing your tits and hard nipples into his chest and roll your hips, catching the faintest touch of his pants against your bundle of nerves, making you shiver again. He slams into you unexpectedly and you squeal, digging your nails into his bare forearm.

“I asked you a question,” he murmurs, his words slightly slurred as his own arousal gets the best of him, “Do I feel good to you, baby?”

“You know you do, Andy, baby,” you groan, rolling your hips again, “S’good.”

He slips his hand down your body and between your legs, pushing his fingers against your clit and begins to rub you slowly, his eyes staying on yours, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “You like being my little whore, don’t you baby girl? Hmm?”

You grunt at the words. Your body tenses as your lust and need of him unfurls in your stomach. This man - this reticent, straight-laced, uptight man turns into the absolute devil at the sight of you - and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Gone are the eloquent speeches he laces together on almost a whim to charm and convince his jury. All that’s left are the dirty, lush, hot words that strike you to your core. It must be the Gemini in him.

You pull your hips back, his cock sliding out of you before you roll back onto him, pushing that fat cock back in, “I love being your whore.” You whisper, biting your lip just as the last word slips between your teeth.

He shutters. You feel it roll through him and you can’t help but smile. You love this little game.

Andy hisses as he pulls out of you slowly and jams himself back in, nipping at your mouth with his as he starts his pace again. His fingers continue to push against your clit, rough and quick as your octave starts to rise. He stops suddenly, shaking his head as he places his index finger to his lips, “Be a quiet girl.” He reminds you, his voice hushed, “Or you won’t get anymore.”

You sink your teeth into your lip again and nod frantically, urging him to move. You wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders, pulling his chest into yours and slam your eyes closed as he sends you on a journey. He fucks into you hard and fast, grunting and growling in your ear as your cunt tightens around him.

“Fuckin’ hell, girl,” he mutters, his chest tight, his large palm gripping and pinching your thigh.

You slam your hand over your mouth to muffle your cries as shockwaves start to roll through you. Each pulse of your orgasm gets harder and more intense, your legs shaking, your hips jerking into his as it washes over you. Your choked mewls fill the small area between the two buildings that shield you from view as you arch your back away from the wall, pushing your thick nipples into his hard chest.

“You want my cum, baby? Hmm?” He asks, his voice strained, “You crave my cum, don’t you girl? That’s right,” he breathes, “You love my cum.”

It isn’t long after that - the convulsions of your heat, the slick of your femininity - coax his untethering. His strokes punctuate each spit of his cock, his thick, silky cum filling you up to the very brim. He grunts, low and deep - scratchy - as his dick jumps inside of you, giving you every ounce of him. He slips out of you seconds later and falls to his knees, pulling your short, flowy skirt up to your waist.

He pulls your panties down, leaving them in the middle of your thighs before he pushes your legs open as wide as they can go. He grabs your arms and wraps them over your stomach, holding your wrists in one of his hands, pushing them into you to keep you still as the other hand slips through your folds. You squeeze your muscles tight, wanting to keep every drip of him inside but it trickles out, running down your thigh.

“Aww baby,” he coos, flicking his eyes up to yours, “That pretty little pussy is so full! You need me to help you keep it all in, don’t you? You always need daddy’s help.”

You whimper, pushing your hips into his face as he drags his fingers up your thigh, collecting his cum, pushing it back up to your messy pussy. He shoves his thick fingers into you, groaning loudly as you tense and jump - still sensitive, still reeling from your shattering orgasm. He pumps his fingers inside of you, staring at your wet, sticky, puffy cunt, sucking his teeth and moaning all the while.

“You’re such a sweetheart,” he praises, still holding your arms tight so you can’t move, “You are such a good girl, taking my cum like that. I love how well you take my cum.”

You pant hard, your face breaking as emotion starts to roll down your cheeks. You cry softly as he fingers your delicate, sore cunt, pushing his cum back inside of you. You start to shiver, whimpering and crying as you rest your head against the wall, tilting your head towards the sky. It feels so good to be so full of him - his fingers, his cum - it just feels so damn good.

His tongue skirts across your clit and you sob, your body jerking at the sudden spark of electricity that flashes through you, “Oh my god,” you cry, “Andy.”

He sucks your clit into his mouth, sucking hard before he pulls away with a loud smack - moaning as he watches his fingers plunge in and out of you, “You’ve earned this baby girl,” he says softly, “For being such a good girl while I was working. I hate neglecting you.” He moans again as he pushes his face into your sex, sucking your flesh back into his mouth before he pulls away again, “You are my favorite girl in the whole world.”

You cum again within minutes, all over his fingers and face, his soft hums vibrating through you as he laps it up. Your legs are jelly as he kisses the insides of your thighs and down to your knee as he continues pushing his fingers in and out of you, curling them gently, massaging your taut muscles.

He thumbs your clit as he peppers kisses up and down your leg. Your clit stings from the stimulation, your heart pounds in your chest - the sound of your heartbeat filling your ears. When he knows you’ve had enough, when you can barely stand any longer, he pulls his fingers from you. He kisses your swollen cunt sweetly before he stands and pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your body.

He hugs you tightly, his large hands sweeping up and down your back, “I love you so much,” he whispers softly, dropping kisses along your forehead and cheeks, over your nose, in the corners of your mouth, “I love you so, so much. You know that, right? I can’t ever get enough of you, baby.”

You ball his shirt in your hand as he lifts you from your feet, wrapping your legs around his waist. You’re a crying mess - unable to verbalize your love for him, but you know that he just knows. He holds you tight, rubbing your back slowly as you nuzzle into his neck. He only sits you back on your feet once you’ve calmed down, hovering over you, his thumbs wiping at your cheeks to remove the wetness of your tears. He cups your face in his hands and kisses you gently, purring as a smile tugs at his lips.

“Your lips are always so soft after you cry.”

You smile soft, your eyes still closed as you run your hands up and down his veiny, hairy forearms - still grounding yourself, “Yours are always soft.”

He smiles, warm and gentle, making you swoon like you were back in college, laying eyes on him for the very first time. He pushes his hands along the sides of your face again, both of his thumbs brushing over your plump lips, “Let me drive you home.”

“I’m fine,” you giggle, “Just grab the bags for me, please.”

“I don’t want you driving.” He brings your hand to his lips, kissing the backs of your fingers, “I’ll come get your car later. Come.”

His tone is stern. You know better than to argue with the best district attorney in all of Massachusetts.

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jaehyunoos · 3 years

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barista!Jeno, genre: slight angst, fluff tw: swearing

"you're a piece of shit!" you screamed at his face

"h-how- how could you do that to me, this is the fifth time Mark the fucking fifth time!!" you hid your face in your hands trying to calm your cries down.

he did it again. Mark did it again. He cheated on you. He had made a promise. "I won't never do it again baby i love you, please please forgive me" that's what he had said that day when you caught him banging your own best friend. "y/n.." Mark moved to touch your shoulder.

"no!" shoving him away you grabbed your phone and purse "I'm so sick and tired of your games Mark Lee, I'm sick of you i hate you!!" you stormed to the door tears running down your face uncontrollably "y/n I'm so sorr-" slamming the door at his face, you left your shared home.

It hurt, it hurt so damn much. He was an asshole he deserved nothing but the worst but how could you wish that for him? how could you wish the man you love that you hate him?

Looking back at the times you have forgiven him, at the times where you held his sobbing self into your arms as he cried and cried making promises he couldn't keep.

you have gave him so many chances but he always did the same, there is a time where people get tired of others bullshit and that's what you felt right now; tired, betrayed, mad. This was the last straw for you, getting in your car and driving off you made a promise to yourself to never go back to him, as much as you loved him with your whole heart, your whole being you just couldn't stand the thought of him doing it again, breaking your heart all over.

your face red and puffy, hair disheveled you made your way to the almost empty pub hoping to drink away your thoughts. "hello, welcome" a new voice rang in your ears as you sat by the bar "oh hello, where is the other one?" you asked; the 'other one' simply being that black haired, tall and goofy barista who was always the one pouring you drinks as you drank away your pain "oh Johnny? he's not here today I'm in charge" the cute boy smiled at you.

"oh" you let out, now feeling slightly self conscious as your hair was a mess and your face was free of any makeup. The boy in front of you had blue hair with a tint of light blue highlights. He wore a white tee with black jeans, as a hook adorned his pretty nose. "but can i ask something?" he asked as he started to pour your drink "you just did" you let out a chuckle, a tear escaping your eye and for a moment you felt nothing "are you okay miss?" you looked up at him taking your bourbon in your hands, sipping just slightly "do i look okay to you?" the boy's eyes softened for a moment "wait here" he let out as he opened the 'employees only' door.

Coming back out you saw a tube of ice cream in his hands, furrowing your eyebrows you laughed "what is this?" you pointed to the ice cream "i can't drink while I'm on the job but i can eat ice cream with you while you tell me who ever thought of hurting such a pretty girl like you, a penny for your thoughts?" at that moment you wanted to cry, you wanted to hug yourself and sob until there were no tears anymore. You felt yourself tearing up, how can such a simple gesture make you feel so many different emotions.

looking up at his eyes once again, he had a soft smile plastered on his lips "I'm Jeno by the way", another tear slipped down your face and another, and another till your were crying on Jeno's arms. You were tipsy and you had finished the whole tube of ice cream while venting to Jeno.

it was now time for Jeno to close the bar, he patted your back "hey it's time to go, want me to drop you home?" he softly asked tucking a strand behind your ear "let's stay i don't wanna go homeee!!" you sing sang sitting back on the high chair "but i have to close the bar, let's get you home hm?" you shook your head at him "i don't wanna go back home Jeno, i share the place with him maybe I'll stay in a hotel for a while" all the sad emotions you had tried to let out while you were with Jeno came back, and as much as you tried to forget about it it would always be eating it's way back in your head.

"oh i see, let's get you at mines then, hm? what do you think?" you nodded your head "if it's okay with you".

Jeno's place was small but it was the prettiest and the cosiest. It only had a small kitchen, an earthy decorated living room and his bike hang up on the wall, a simple bathroom and his bedroom. "this isn't much but-" you hugged him "thank you for trusting someone you just met enter your home and thank you for letting me stay here" you felt his arms wrap around your figure "thank you for trusting me with your problems" you both pulled away smiling "wait here" he made his way into his room.

After a minute or so you heard him come out of the room dressed in black sweats and a gray hoodie "here you go" he gave you some of his clothes "go change and sleep in my bed, if you need anything I'll be sleeping here" he smiled while trying to move past you to go to the sofa but you grabbed his arm "no I'm not gonna let you sleep on the couch Jeno come on" you pulled him with you.

Changing your clothes fast you made your way into his room seeing Jeno standing there somehow awkwardly "uhh" he scratched the back of his head while smiling sheepishly "come Jen i don't bite" you grabbed him and threw both of you on the bed. "do you um wanna cuddle? i don't-" you snuggled up to him "yes please" he smiled as he wrapped his arms around your figure the only sound that could only be heard was the sound of your breathing as you let yourself fall in the moment.

"Jen" you called out, you felt him hum against you "thank you for doing this all for me and thank you for agreeing on spending your night with me today and-" you felt his lips onto yours, your eyes wide at the sudden movement. He pulled away "I know you're not ready and i know it's only been a few hours but i would like to spend my every night with you and wake up every morning next to you" you were speechless he was right you were not ready yet and it probably will take a lot of time for you to heal "i can wait for you" you heard him say as he hugged you again letting his face fall into the crook of your neck, you smiled at the intimacy "Jen" you called out once again "yeah?" he said "my name's y/n by the way"

(this is my first time writing something and oh my god i don't like it at all help it's so bad !!)

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zv5x · 3 years

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HHH i’m imagining spirit angst like “i love you so” “please let me go” cause s/o didn’t expect him to stay that long and spirit is WAYYY too attached.

Spirit angst!!! I went slightly yan with this, hope u don't mind anon! Remember to take care of yourself today and remember my inbox is always open!

(I feel like this came out so bad and I'm so sorry ughh)

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"(Y-Y/N)..."

His voice pearced your ears, but still you didn't budge. In fact, you weren't even facing him. You couldn't. Not after how he's been acting towards you, towards everyone.

"It's okay to love me...." His voice quivered, bordering on weak whimpers fuled by quickly forming tears. Spirit tried reaching out to you, but you didn't do a single thing other than immediately tense your body. It hurt. It truly did. Seeing you in any way scared of him tore his heart to pieces. "Please love me."

You shook your head. You loved him, but not in the way that he wanted you to love him. He wanted you to belong to him, he wanted to belong to you. All you wanted to do was free a trapped soul and call it a day. You just wanted to help him, you didn't want the lifelong commitment that he was expecting to come with it.

"No, Spirit. You need to let me go."

You said flatly, taking a deep breath in as you heard him choke back a sob. You didn't want to be this direct and cold with him, but it seemed that with everything else he heard from you, he found some way to twist it to where it fit his own views about the situation. You couldn't handle it, not now and not ever.

"But why?!" He stomped in annoyance, grabbing your hand and looking into your eyes as you snapped your head in his direction. "We were supposed to be together forever! You promised you'd help me, (Y/N), and you're all the help I could ever need..." You looked at him with slight distain, and he sniffled pathetically. It's strange, a demon would be the last entity you'd expect to show this level of emotion, and yet here you are watching this trainwreck.

"I did my part. You're free. And now I'm telling you you're free to go. I've given you all I said I'd give you, you need to let us move on." You parted your lips. "Please, Spirit."

For a second, there was silence. You stared at the silent demon for a minute before looking back to the side. Maybe he finally got it. Maybe he'd finally leave you alone.

"But we-"

You stopped him immediately.

"There is no 'we', Spirit. There's me and you, but there isn't a we. There's nothing left for you here. I can't love you as much as you love me."

Spirit let go of your hand, letting it stop to the bedsheet you sat on before watching you place it nonchalantly in your lap. Slowly, he moved his arms up to his face to dry his tears. You wondered what was taking him so long to leave, you told him he was completely free from not only the Hating Simulator but also your house.

"(Y/N)...?"

Spirit asked your name, drawing out the last syllable ever so slightly. You did nothing but hum in response.

"Why are you humans so selfish?" He asked, a slight amount of disgustingly innocent undertones in his voice. You sat stunned for a minute, before laughing slightly. What else could you do? That was by far the stupidest thing he's ever said, on top of it being offensively untrue.

"Oh so humans are the selfish ones, now?" You got up from your seat, almost matching Spirit in height at this point. "Says the guy who won't leave my fucking house!" You almost yelled, silently agreeing with yourself that this was the moment you lose your cool. You were getting sick and tired of Spirit's drawn out mind games, and you'll be damned if you'll let his own delusions excuse insulting an entire species.

"This is what I'm talking about, (Y/N). Humans are selfish. You're not worried about our love, or what we've been through. You're just worried about your house." Spirit criticized, staying shockingly calm. Not nearly as calm as you however.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Spirit? I don't love you! I never asked you to grow this creepy obsession with me, you did that all on your own, man!"

Spirit sighed, before clicking his tongue in the roof of his mouth. "Why did you change, (Y/N)? You said you'd be there for me....is there someone in our wa-"

Refusing to let Spirit ramble on about this deluded bullshit for any longer, you raised your palm up and roughly struck it across his cheek as hard as you possibly could. He stumbled back slightly, holding his cheek and looking at you with a shocked but slightly angered expression.

Taking a deep breath, Spirit took a minute to regain his composure. When he did, he locked eyes with you, who was now realizing exactly what you've just done. Bitch slapping him, while most definitely satisfying, would only really work well if you were planning on sprinting to a church right afterwards. Since you decided to stand there, you were forced to watch helplessly as you tried to figure out what insane response Spirit would have to the assault upon his form.

"I'm sorry for whatever I let slip by me that turned you against me, (Y/N). I truly am. But I will not and cannot sit here and allow myself to be treated as less than I am."

"Then fucking leave, Spirit."

Spirit let out a soft laugh of pity, shaking his head once more.

"No, that would involve leaving you. Leaving us. And we've both already established that's not on the table. Now, about that little stunt..."

You looked down, and widened your eyes as you saw Spirit physically prepare for something. You didn't know what, but the possibilities terrified you.

He smiled at you lovingly, and with great empathy.

"This'll hurt me far more than it hurts you, darling. Please, hold still for me."

In a split second, you felt your entire body go numb, to the point where not a single muscle could be moved. However, your brain could still function perfectly, and panic ensued.

Spirit giggled sadistically as he watched the panic show up in your pretty bright eyes. What he was about to do was only fair for everything you've done to him within the past few minutes, so he couldn't feel too guilty. You had to learn a lesson. He had to help you unlearn that normalized human selfishness and greed.

Caressing your face, he spoke for the last time before he began:

"Remember to tell me you love me after I'm done, okay?~"

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greensaplinggrace · 3 years

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What Is There To Celebrate About the Darkling? (Part 4)

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He’s calculating but impulsive. Gentle yet firm. Stubborn and adaptive. Just a real mess of contradictions that makes him all the more interesting.

He loves nature. He loves the forest.

Fond of luxuries and nice things. After growing up as he did, I think he deserves them.

Very socially awkward. Introvert just trying his best. Anything that isn’t manipulation and therefore something he’s planned in his head is just a social train wreck waiting to happen.

The way he pushes up Alina’s sleeve when they first meet. This man had zero compunctions about acting completely unprofessionally in front of his soldiers and I think that’s very sexy of him.

He’s constantly tired and exasperated with the people around him.

The way he says “quiet” with the softest voice imaginable and a room full of laughter instantly goes silent.

He had no interest in Elizaveta even though she was utterly obsessed with him and I think that’s hilarious.

Elizaveta: I have a plan to resurrect the Darkling Everybody Else: Oh the Darkling is so evil for trying to come back! The Darkling, who just wants a nap and is sick of this mortal bullshit: Why am I even here? This is such a pain in the ass. I should have killed Elizaveta when I had the chance.

How he asks if Alina “will have” his name like a man proposing.

Has his bedroom attached to the war room.

Constantly checking up on Alina just to know how she’s doing. Never pushing her beyond her limits as she’s training.

Very creative with his shadows and the extent of their abilities. So many of the ways he uses his powers are genius.

His ending in RoW is a tragedy and an injustice. He deserves better.

This old man pouting at Alina in episode seven as he says “please, I just want to talk to you 🥺”

There is a black kefta made for Alina after like two days in the Little Palace. He really was already planning their entire immortal futures together as Mr. and Mrs. Starkov wasn’t he?

His bed is covered in maps and notes when he’s plotting how to find Alina. Also before that, the way he’s poring over the notes at his desk and giving orders is 👌🥵

Him acting like a real General at all is simply amazing.

The fact that he trusts Luda with his life. That they have a whole intimidation routine set up around him purposefully getting himself fatally injured knowing she’ll heal him.

He looks like a vampire in the show and a fae in the books.

His favorite ABBA song is probably “Lay All Your Love On Me.”

Looks composed but that’s only a façade. Is actually an unhinged feral terror of pain and misery.

That scene where he tells the king she will remain in the Little Palace to train undisturbed and he puts his foot down. ON THE RED CARPET. the king’s carpet. and uses a commanding voice that’s just on the edge of an order…I’m surprised he didn’t get flogged for that. IMO nothing conveys the fine line he walks with those in power while wielding his own like this scene. Literally he should just be celebrated for this alone.

“‘Why won’t you leave me alone?’ I whispered one night as he hovered behind me while I tried to work at my desk. Long minutes passed. I didn’t think he would answer. I even had time to hope he might have gone, until I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Then I’d be alone, too,” he said, and he stayed the whole night through, till the lamps burned down to nothing.

Trapped a bunch of Saints in the Shadow Fold like a true amoral disaster villain. What an icon.

His barely concealed amusement and half hidden smile when Alina comes to put his kefta on. The way he finds Alina utterly hilarious and tries so hard to act like he doesn’t.

That small amused smile when Alina jokes about finding Volcra hilarious. Please he’s so adorable 😭

“‘I know what you feel when you’re with the tracker,’ he said. ‘I doubt that’ He gave a dismissive wave.” - My Malarklina obsessed self, vibrating at the edge of my seat: but what does it mean?!?

Mal and the Darkling’s entire fight in the Fold: dumbass on dumbass violence.

The way he stands with his back turned to Alina when she enters his tent the first time they meet and then does the slowest Godfather turn in history. 1999/10 - points removed for a criminal lack of cat petting.

“I may lead the second army, but the king is still the king.” - the delivery of that line. the implications, the history behind it and also the foreshadowing for his plans.

That slow turn face reveal in episode one though. Like okay we get it you’re pretty alkjsdflkj

Confused Old Man Face™ whenever Mal or Alina do anything remotely defiant in his presence.

How he tells Alina to come closer and she only takes the tiniest step and he doesn’t even react.

His little head cock whenever someone says or does something that just doesn’t vibe with him.

Darklina tumblr has now convinced me that the Darkling is a cat in human form.

“You’re an amplifier,” she said. He glanced at where Sylvi was pouncing on another helpless tree, oblivious, and gave a single, frightened nod. How could he have been so stupid? He would have to tell his mother now, and she would insist that they leave right away. If word got out, they’d both be in danger. Amplifiers were rare, hard to find, harder to hunt. Their lives would be forfeit. Even if they got away, word would spread. He could already hear his mother’s voice: Foolish, careless, callous. If you don’t value your own life, show some concern for mine. Annika touched his sleeve. “It’s okay,” she said. “I won’t tell.” Panic crowded in. He shook his head. She slid her hand into his. It was hard not to pull away. He should. He was breaking his mother’s fundamental rule for keeping them both alive. Never let them touch you, she’d warned him. - 😥 I just want to give him a hug all the time.

His strangled shout when Mal tackles him off of the skiff.

His smile when he’s summoning the sun. The expression on his face when he does so. Like I know I’ve mentioned this before but damn. If you ever needed a reason to celebrate him, this would be it.

“Shame, I’ll have to give that speech again now.”

The way he flips Mal over his shoulder in the Fold after Mal attempts to strangle him.

His little lecture on the Small Science to Alina when they’re going to meet the King. Info dump.

“You make it sound so easy.” “A bird makes flight look easy. But it was born to do so.”

When Alina looks at him for guidance on whether or not to remove her veil and he gives her a small nod.

The handhold in the throne room after Alina’s demonstration is absolutely precious, but it’s in a room full of people he should be keeping up a façade for and it’s so unwarranted and yet he does it anyway, I’m-

The way he says “welcome home, Ms. Starkov,” in the most tender voice I’ve ever heard and then goes “ok that’s enough emotions for one day” and then just straight up leaves without even a goodbye.

He has his symbol?? Sewn into Alina’s kefta??? bRo???!?!

Disaster Simp never gets tired of introducing Alina to other people or talking about how she’s the best thing that ever walked this earth.

The Darkling lying: honestly

“I have devoted my life to undoing the great sin of my forebearer, but I am never seen as the solution. Only as a reminder of the problem.” Sasha you were literally the problem. What a manipulative little shit. We love to see it.

The way he closes his eyes and kisses the coin before he makes a wish at the wishing well.

“I think the Grand Palace is the ugliest building I’ve ever seen.” - I love him your honor.

This man has the most intense lines for Alina. Like straight up I would have booked it when he said “you and I are going to change the world”. But then the head grab?! “I’ve been waiting a long time for you.” He’s so intense like sir can you tone it down a bit please I am begging you.

“I shall be right by your side.” / “We can do anything. Together.” / “For us.” / “You cannot do this on your own. And neither can I” / “I want you to know my name. The name I was given, not the title I took for myself. Will you have it, Alina?” - WEDDING VOWS

That scene in the war room when Alina comes to find him and he instantly drops his guard and lowers his arms and welcomes her with a soft voice.

“Am I bothering you?” “Not at all.” - girl you could be stabbing him in the chest and you still wouldn’t be bothering him.

This whipped disaster sounds like the proudest man on the planet when he talks about how much more his enemies fear Alina over him.

His shadows react to his emotions.

“YoUr’E nOt IvAn.” asjlkdfjs god he’s so embarrassing.

Local Dark Lord Sasha offering Alina the throne after she literally tries to kill him.

He gets so jealous of Mal.

Has a great relationship with his soldiers and his men. His men trust him implicitly and believe him to be an amazing general.

When he turns around after Alina puts the kefta on him and looks flustered/has to take a breath because she’s a lot closer than he expected. The way he’s breathless and literally can’t string a sentence together because he’s so distracted by her closeness.

His jokes are absolutely terrible.

GF: *jokes about throwing herself down the stairs to get out of an event* Sasha “no thoughts head empty only Alina” Morozova: haha I’d just have my healers heal you right back up again.

How genuinely touched he is by Alina admitting to wanting to help Grisha and Ravkans.

That scene in Demon in the Woods when he notices the intricate details of the politics in the Grisha camp after one meeting with the Elders. He has the Ulle pegged almost instantly.

Born to be a leader. Born to take care of others. Born to protect. Even in Demon in the Woods he’s protecting people. Even in Demon in the Woods he’s leading them and caring for them.

The way he cups his hands around Alina’s face when they’re kissing.

This man gets so starstruck by Alina walking into the Fete that he doesn’t even excuse himself from the King’s side to go to her.

Long haired Aleksander rights!

Ok I know the wig was kind of ugly but he looks pretty with long hair and I think it would look very good on him naturally.

The way he slams his hands together in the Winter Fete scene and instantly turns the room pitch black.

Literally any times he summons shadows is a blessing and we should all celebrate him for it. They are so beautiful. On god if I ever saw his shadows in real life I would be awestruck.

He asks Mal if he’s okay when they first meet.

The pure, barely contained fury directed at the Conductor for daring to harm Alina and kidnap his Grisha.

He always has to make a grand entrance.

This man is like a bloodhound when it comes to Nina. He is very invested in finding her and I feel like that’s never really talked about.

“I know exactly how she felt. The King’s soldiers treated me the same way. Because they knew- they knew that I was more important than any of them.” - the way he says it, like it’s something he has to remind himself of in his head constantly. a justification for the way he’s been treated, the fear he evokes in others. a way to protect himself from the hurt of being ostracized and reviled. arrogance and conceit as a defense against emotional harm.

Also the way his face instantly changes after that, like he’s said too much. vulnerability. lowering his eyes. shifting his eyes. literally just everything about this scene makes me love him all the more.

Dark carriage rides up to the Crows’ hiding place. Grisha circle the area as Aleksander steps from the carriage slowly, dressed all in black, floofy cloak high on his shoulders. Villain Entrance™

Him slowly pulling a knife out of his chest like it shouldn’t have killed him is hot as fuck and also totally badass. Big dick energy.

“I’ve had enough of your lies.” “And what lies are those?” - Alina, pulling out a fifty mile long scroll of grievances: Well, for starters-

This man is literally just an Alina Starkov compliments machine.

He cares so much about the Grisha and their protection. He loves Ravka and his people so much.

He had an entire cult dedicated to him.

“They would approach him. They always did. But he felt more anxious than usual. He’d stopped trying to make friends in the places he and his mother visited—there was no point when they moved on so quickly. Now he wasn’t quite sure how to go about it.”

Save a Villain. Murder the King.

Openly admits to staging a coup like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He speaks so slowly. He moves so slowly. Everything he does has to have Purpose and Gravitas.

Theater Nerd™

He knew Nikolai for years and yet couldn’t recognize him as Sturmhond. We do stan an oblivious icon 💕

The Darkling after he gets his ass whooped in Siege and Storm: Mom can you please come pick me up? I’m scared!

He’s here to manipulate sun summoners and murder cities. And unfortunately he’s all out of sun summoners.

Would absolutely get drunk on real alcohol. This man thinks kvas is strong liquor.

Has his wrists exposed exactly one time in the most skin he’s shown all season and it’s when Alina visits him at night in the war room. WHORE!

Was too emotionally slutty and fell for Alina. RIP.

He’s passionate and cold and beautiful and hurt and twisted up in ways nobody could ever hope to understand and he’s stunning.

I would literally kill for this man 🖤✨

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