#YA SENT IT WITH A SMILE ON YER FACE I KNOW YA DID

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Sinful

Daryl Dixon x Reader | SMUT

Many years of pretending to be a nun builds up quite the frustration.

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You didn't speak one word French and you despised religion.

You were on a sightseeing trip with friends when the world went to shit and by pure accident you ran into the one place that had you lying your ass off to be able to survive.

Wait no, you did know a few French words.

"Je ne parlez pas Francais. Englais?" You held your hands up in apology as you excused yourself for not speaking their language. With few words and lots of gestures you were let in and brought to the person who spoke the most English where you continued your lies. Some fake tears and religious hand gestures as you cried in your native language none of them spoke, only to add some more apologies at the end. You were let in as long as you followed their beliefs and eventually made yourself into a part of their supply run group.

Just as you were then brought to the one who could communicate with you best, you were now called to the central area to meet with a man who spoke only English.

An American, he said. An absolutely gorgeous one, you thought.

Even though he looked a mess he was very handsome and you couldn't help but think up a plan to get him alone with you.

You discussed today's plans for the man with your sisters and sent them on their way.

You took the man to an unused room so he could get cleaned up while your sisters washed his clothes and prepared food for him.

"How come yer english is so good?" You didn't expect that to be his first question. "We were taught English in school before the world went to shit. Top of my class too." You happily explained as you ran him a bath.

"Put your clothes in here," you motioned to the basket next to the filled tub. "I'll go take them to get cleaned and bring you a change of clothes and some towels."

He did as you asked and called you over once he was all the way in the water. Once you returned he had cleaned himself up and was enjoying the fact he could relax again for once. You announced your presence by knocking on the door before going in and closing it again behind you. "I got you some clothes. Nothing too fancy but it'll do."

He followed your form around the room, quickly catching how hard you were trying not to stare at him. "If yer uncomfortable ya can wait outside. Call ya back when I'm dressed." His comment caught you off guard and had you turn to face him before even coming up with a reply. "Oh, no. Not uncomfortable at all.." you stammered, sighing and sitting down you started the tale of how you ended up here. "Just as unlucky as I was huh." He smiled at your confession. "Hand me a towel?" You did as he asked and he took the towel to his hips and stepped out of the tub. You were still eyeing everything except for him with a clearly frustrated aura surrounding you.

"What's on yer mind, girly? I know ya aint' lookin' away cuz of god." He knew why, he just wanted you to admit it.

He stepped closer to you, entertaining some stupid tale that surfaced in his mind, narrated by his brother who bragged about the best sex he's ever had with some chick in a nun costume during Halloween.

"You're.. just very handsome." You talked fast in the hope he'd drop it but he clearly wasn't going to. "I aint' exactly yer age.." Even with your loose layers on your squirming was caught easily and you knew he knew. "You're a really good looking man and I don't care that you're probably as old as my dad would be now or if you end up being dangerous I just really want you to fuck me until I see god for real this time, okay?" A frustrated huff ended your ramble before you felt his breath fanning your cheek as he spoke. "Fine by me. So where d'ya wan' it?" He stood behind you with one hand on your hip and the other pointing out different locations in the room. "How 'bout I bend ya over tha' desk, huh? Tha' bed is lookin' mighty fine, an' 'msure tha' rug won't hurt yer knees." His hand came back to rest on your hip.

"Y-- Yes." You were suddenly very aware of his figure pressed against your back and his hands pulling up the layers of your habit. "Yes, what?" His lips were on your neck right after removing the obstructing fabrics. You only nodded in response, which was taken as a yes to all options he suggested and pressed you to walk with him towards the desk before pressing your chest against the wooden surface and running his hands over your panty covered ass. A hand ran up your spine to unclasp your bra while the other pulled your panties down before pressing his hard member against you.

You let out a soft whine and pressed back against him, almost begging him to get going already.

"Impatient, are we? What would yer friends think if they saw ya here with me?" He rubbed his length between your folds, covering himself in your slick and line himself up at your entrance.

"Please.." you pushed back against him hoping he'd just start but the roll of your hips wasn't enough to push him past your entrance. "Wha' was tha'? Wanna confess yer sins to father Dixon?"

"Pleease fuck me--ohgod.." your breath caught in your throat and your hands clamped around the edge of the old wooden desk as he pushed his full length in without a warning. Your face pressed into the your arm to not scream at the stretch. He gave you no time to adjust and set a steady pace. One hand reaching down between your legs to rub at your clit, an apology for not prepping you before while the other kept your hips in place.

You hadn't felt this deliciously full in years and the way his tip hit that spongey spot inside you with every thrust combined with the stimulation of your clit has you close to seeing stars in record time.

You pushed your hips back with each thrust, begging to cum. "Fuck-- so close.." Your words came out as breathy whimpers that spurred Daryl on even more and had you cumming over his cock in a matter of moments. His thrusts slowed before stopping entirely to give both of you a second to catch your breath and move over to the next piece of furniture.

You were easily picked up and manhandled onto the bed, where you were thrown onto your back before he crawled over you and caught your lips in his.

"Fuck, yer so gorgeous." He mused as he kissed down your neck, leaving red marks all over your chest and sucked on your tits. His trail of bites and licks kept moving south until he reached right down your bellybutton. Wrapping his strong arms around your thighs he spread you wide open and licked a thick stripe right over your folds, pulling a loud, muffled moan from you. "Gotta keep quiet, lil' lady. Dun' want yer friends ta hear ya.." He smirked up at you before delving right in, tongue deep inside of you with his nose pressed against your clit. He lapped up every single drop that threatened to spill, like he hadn't been fed in ages. "Taste so good." He loved how you tried to squirm out of his grasp as you quickly approached another orgasm. The rumble of his laugh sending you even closer as he sucked at your clit and send you over the edge again.

Daryl wiped his face with his hand before moving up and wrapped your legs around his waist. "Ya still good?" He caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers.

You nodded with a soft, breathy laugh and wiggled your hips against him. He nodded back at you and lined himself up with you again, pressing in slowly and admiring every reaction your body gave underneath him. His pace was much softer than at the desk and it gave you a moment to really look at the man above you as well. It gave you a chance to really grab and scratch at every inch of skin within reach as your heels pulled him in deeper and helped him set a pace you really enjoyed. The soft sighs that left you with every thrust, right at his ear and the soft fingers in his hair together with the light scratches right at his tailbone had him groaning out in pleasure. "Hah.. keep doin' tha'.." He grunted into the crook of your neck.

You dug your nails harder into his skin and tugged at the messy strands at the back of his neck, moaning just a little louder and bucking your hips to meet his thrusts.

You could feel his thrusts getting more erratic and his fingers moving between you to to pull you over the edge with him. With only a few more thrusts and rubs you both finished, riding out your highs.

"That was.. wow." A shaky laugh left you as you rolled over to look at him. "Ya think I'm done with ya already?" His cocky attitude worked like magic and had you intrigued at what he still had in store for you.

"Haven't fucked ya on tha' old carpet yet." He nodded at the floor at the end of the bed. "Wantya ta ride me." His request was clear, and you were in no mood to decline.

You stretched and got up, moving over to the end of the bed. You felt both your release running down your thighs, running your finger over the inside of the soft legs you scooped up some of it and sucked your fingers clean as you kept your eyes on him.

Daryl let out a deep growl as he got up to grab you and pull you down to the floor.

Your face was harshly pressed into the soft rug. With your hips still up Daryl had the perfect angle to ravage you.

"Ya like teasin' huh." His grumbling was your new favorite sound.

He rubbed his cock between your thighs, smearing your cum all over you both. One hand held you hips up as the other drew soft circles over your asscheek. His touch left you before being returned with a loud smack right to the soft flesh. A whine left your throat at the harsh contact, but that didn't stop him from repeating the motion twice more. "'S whatcha get fer bein' a tease."

He went back to caressing the struck skin softly and pressing the tip of his cock between your folds and starting at a rough pace, easily fucking into your overstimulated cunt.

"Ohh ahpleaaseee slowdown-" his pace was so rough your orgasm crashed into you before you even had a chance to realize you were getting close.

With a chuckle that borderlined on sadistic Daryl pulled out and maneuvered you with your wobbly legs on top of him. He held you up right above him and pulled you down onto his cock, thrusting up a couple of times before stilling.

Only a command of "Ride." left his lips as his hands stilled on your ass, squeezing hard to spur you on. Your body was tired, you had barely any strength left after god knows how many orgasms you had by now and you had no idea if you could keep up with his desired pace.

You placed your hands flat on his chest and lifted yourself up before sinking down again with a huff a few times before whining in exhaustion. "Daryl.." you wanted to beg him to fuck you and get it over with but he wasn't having any of it. His hands on your ass grab on harshly and lift your hips for you and starts fucking himself with you. "Ya feel so good, squeezin' me like tha'.." You couldn't help it you were so overstimulated your body worked on its own. "F-- fill me so good.." you managed to breathe out between thrusts. "Wanna cum.. please.."

Daryl let go of your hip to rub at your clit to help you reach your high. Your pleased noises were like music in his ears. He loved all your tells that let him know you were close. You were squeezing him so tightly he had a hard time to hold off until you finished.

"C'mon doll. One more time.." His thumb rubbed at your sensitive nub a couple of times until your walls clamped around his cock so hard he came right there with you, spilling deep.

"Yeah, fuck seeing god." Your slumped on top of Daryl with an Oof. "I wanna see you all day every day."

Daryl's laugh rumbled against your ear and he kissed your head. "Got more sins to share with father Dixon?" He air quotes the name.

You nodded against his chest.

"Got some years of catching up to do."

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A/N: I know I used this prompt alreasy but I wanted to turn that quick drabble into a full fic lol.

#sometimes i write #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #twd: daryl dixon #twd daryl #twd #the walking dead #twd fanfiction

[hqbaby]

eight — sorry, my bad

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

previous — masterlist — next

word count. 1.3k content. swearing, sexual conversations, short sex scene with vaginal penetration

“Ouch,” Hinata says, stopping behind Atsumu. “Man, that must hurt.”

The blond looks over his shoulder, shirt in hand. “What’re ya talkin’ ‘bout?”

They’re in the locker room, getting showered and dressed after a day of long and gruesome training. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Bokuto hadn’t shown up late and drunk, causing his team to lose the scrimmage and pissing Sakusa off. There was a bit of a squabble after that, but they managed to get it together in time for the next match.

“He’s talkin’ ‘bout yer back,” Aran snickers. “Rough night?”

Atsumu squints, trying to understand what they mean by that. Then it hits him. “Oh,” he says, eyes growing wide. “That.”

Yaku comes up behind him to see what the other boys are talking about. “Holy shit! Y/N did that?”

A few lockers over, Suna freezes at the sound of your name.

“Hey!” Oikawa’s piercing voice cuts through everyone's chatter as he marches his way over to the other setter. “Quit talking about my best friend with these jerks.”

“I’m not!” Atsumu throws his hands up innocently. “Blame Hinata. He’s the one that pointed it out.”

The other boy pulls a face as Oikawa turns to look at him with a fire in his eyes. “I was just worried about Atsumu!” he insists, backing away slightly. “I mean, come on. Look at what she did to him!”

Your best friend scowls but looks at Atsumu anyway. He stops in his tracks when he sees it—sees them, all his previous anger washed away. Oh fuck, he thinks. The poor guy.

“Atsumu, I am so so so so so so sorry,” he says, ignoring the freaked out look the other boy has on his face at Oikawa’s sudden change in demeanor. “She’s a demon, I’m telling you. Satan’s spawn. I’ve been telling her mother since we were twelve that her real daughter must’ve been kidnapped and replaced by a monster because…”

Suna sees the marks on Atsumu’s back. Clearly yours. He knows because he’s been blessed with the same ones on several occasions and teased by his teammates about them to no end. Of course they never knew they were yours. No one knew.

He looks straight ahead at the open locker in front of him, quietly putting on his shirt and taking his bag out.

This shouldn’t bother him. It doesn’t, he tells himself. It really doesn’t. You’ve slept with other guys before, he knows that. You’re allowed to. It’s not like he can stop you. It doesn’t matter, none of it does, not when you come back to him at the end of the day. Not when he gets to hold you long after those other guys are gone. Not when you always choose him.

He slams his locker shut and pops his earbuds in, waving at the boys who say goodbye to him as he leaves.

That’s probably why you were busy last night. Why you didn’t read his message as soon as he sent it, like you usually do. Why you texted him back with a slew of apologies at 1 AM. It was all because, last night, you chose Atsumu instead of him.

Of course you did.

He feels pathetic. What did he expect was going to happen when you started seeing one of his best friends? Atsumu doesn’t hide you the way he does. He deserves more from you than Suna ever will.

He pulls his phone out and shoots a text. 

Fuck, he really hates himself right now.

“Explain.”

You perk up at the sound of Kaori’s voice, smiling as she approaches you on the bench. “Explain what?” you ask sweetly. “Love your hair today, by the way.”

She narrows her eyes at you. “Yeah, yeah. Cut the crap.” She gestures at the three marks on your neck, there are two small ones that you would've gotten away with if not for the giant one beside them. “What are those?”

You keep smiling. “Curling iron, curling iron, allergic reaction,” you say, pointing at each one as you assign their causes. “Sucks to be me, I know.”

“Y/N.”

“Kaori, I love you.”

She groans. “What happened to ‘no marks’?”

“Well, this was the first time with this guy,” you say sheepishly. “Didn’t exactly tell him the rules.”

“First time?” Kaori raises a brow. “Was it…”

“Yeah…”

“Oh fuck!” she exclaims. “Okay! What the fuck? And you didn’t tell us?”

“I’m telling you now, aren’t I?”

Yukie comes up to the two of you, drawn into the conversation by your screaming. “What is it?” she asks. “What’s going on?”

“She slept with Atsumu!”

“What? And you didn’t tell us?”

You pout and put your face in your hands. “Oh my god, could you be any louder?” you say. There are a few other girls in the room, but it’s not like they don’t know about you and Atsumu at this point. And you know more about their sex lives than you probably should anyway, so it all evens out. But still.

“Dude,” Kaori says, kneeling down in front of you and forcing you to look at her. She opens her hands in front of her and makes her palms face each other, holding them an inch apart. “Tell me when to stop,” she tells you, slowly moving her hands away from one another. She pauses when they’re four inches apart. “Bigger?”

You nod, feeling your face heat up as she continues moving her hands. She stops again. You wince. “Bigger.” With wide eyes, she increases the distance between her hands until you say, “Stop.”

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

Yukie gapes, staring at just how far apart your other friend’s hands are. “What the fuck.”

Kaori drops her hands and bows down in front of you, Yukie following suit. “You’re my new god, Y/N,” she says. “Fucking beast, I’m telling you.”

You roll your eyes and grab their arms. “Get up,” you say as the two of them resist you. “I’ll make you do laps if you don’t. I’m serious.” They know you're (probably) not serious but they get up anyway, sitting down on the bench beside you. Sometimes, you’re happy to be captain. Power is one hell of a drug.

“Was he good?” Yukie asks. “Like on a scale of one to ten.”

“Eight?”

“You’re lying.”

“I don’t know!” you throw your hands up in defeat. “He’s just… nice. And, I don’t know, I think I’m starting to like him a little.”

“No way! You have a crush on the guy you fucked?” Kaori asks sarcastically. “It’s like that’s totally never happened before!”

You frown. “Rin doesn’t count.”

“Oh, baby,” she says, smirking, “he always counts.”

Suna throws his head back, hips thrusting uncontrollably as he feels his orgasm creep up on him. His breath is ragged as his whole body starts to tense up. He can feel it, he’s so close.

“Fuck! I’m right there!”

“Come for me, Rin!”

“Feel so good, so good. I’m coming! Fuck! Y/N!”

He cum spills out into the condom as his whole body freezes. His eyes shift down to the girl beneath him who looks up with an awkward smile on her face. He’s such an asshole.

“It’s Ayame,” she says meekly as he slips out of her. She sits up with her legs pulled to her chest.

He takes the condom off and knots it before tossing it into the trash. He stays on the edge of the bed, back turned to the girl. “Right. Ayame,” he murmurs, “sorry.”

“It’s alright,” she tells him and he knows she probably means it. She’s one of those girls who would do anything for him. It’s why he texted her in the first place. He knew she’d say yes to whatever he asked for. “It’s Y/N L/N, right? I mean, she’s really pretty. Everyone wants her.”

A dry chuckle. “They do, don’t they?” he says quietly. He glances back at the girl and shrugs. “Sorry,” he says again. “My bad.”

notes. this was honestly one of my favorite chapters to write in the whole series 😩 like we have some atsumu and reader silliness with their friends AND suna angst??? all the things i love writing <3

if you haven’t seen the results of the poll from last chapter, you can find them here!! totally not what i expected but ykw i’m not complaining

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[baohanhanesel]

World Praise Day with TF141

GN Reader, no warnings. Could be read as both platonic and romantic. 🤷

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick did see what was coming. The shit-eating grin on your face spoke loudly. He had a feeling you would make one of your casual "to blow off some steam" jokes until he saw your eyes look him up and down. He choked on thin air.

"Are you checking me out, mate?"

"Your body's a sight for sore eyes. The fair amount of muscle and flush skin." You brought your fingers to your lips, kissing them and flicking your wrist away; you sent him an air kiss. It damaged him as if you called an air strike on the guy.

"Load of bullshit, aren't you?" He laughed, eyes crinkling while he smiled

"There it is!" You threw your hands up in the air. "The beauty my art is inspired from!"

"Shut your trap, geez... Don't bring the sketchbook into this, sappy bastard." As much as he tried to play it cool he was flustered. His face got red and laughter started to sound lighter than ever.

"Love your smile" you say." The way your lips curl upward is mesmerizing. The shade of your lips is pretty by itself." The specific praise was doing things. You knew. He knew.

"About to kiss you with these pretty lips if you do not shut up." He chuckled, smirk wide as ever. He was happy and a kiss would only let you know just how happy you were making him. So when you did not stop, you were made just as happy as he was.

John "Soap" Mactavish had just joined you in the common room, you were ready to attack once you caught a glimpse of his messy mohawk.

"Always taking care of yourself like a good man. Even when it is messy it remains just as pretty. Do you even have bad hair days?" Your smile got wider and wider while you took his startled expression in. He blinked, then smiled brightly. "Would die for your smile, Mactavish. Pretty privileges everyday,"

"Yer aff yer heid, lass/lad. "He laughed hard, smirk bright as the damn sun. "Ya know how it feels tae hae the privilege How's it feel, ay?"

You flushed back at the counter attack and the smile. You were just about to make your own move before he reached for your hand "Haes seen war, aye breathtaking. You'd be mah choice in mah lest breath. If a'm jammy enough tae see ye as th' lest damned thing oan earth, ah'd already hae taken a taste o' heavens."

You stopped functioning. His heavy Scottish accent was getting your head fuzzy. The praise attack you started is getting overpowered by his flirt attack. And boy, he is winning.

"Mactavish." you warn him, yielding. He is too good you fear your face is no different than a tomato right now.

"Yah whit's it? My bad!" He brings your hand to his lips. "Ah cannae use mah bonny privileges now? Na? " Fuck him and his confident smirk. You don't know whether to slap him or kiss him.

Captain John Price had just light up a cigarette, letting it stay in-between his lips while he looked through the reports you just brought in.

"Another successful mission. We nailed the mission, captain. Saved our asses, without lead we'd be dead." Praising his work did little, but you had to start somewhere. He gave a tight lipped smile, exhaling the smoke. "Your hat's fitting you nicely, sir. The way it casts a shadow over your temple brings your eyes out. A sight, it is."

He grumble-laughs. You don't know which. You'll go with the latter though. "Your beard, too. Gathers your features together Strict 'n all?"

He dismisses you with a nod and a forced smile. You can see his eyes doing best to not look at you. "Can I get started on your scent?"

"Don't." he snorts, raising his one hand up to rub his temples, tilting his head down. You were about to yield until you notice he was actually trying to suppress a smile.

"I'd do just about anything to see that smile, sir. Makes me proud of myself." You blurt out, because you are willing to take your chances.

"Lovely cheeky thing "he chuckles, blush covering his entire face. "Pretty personality to match your face. You are a strong soldier, I am always proud of you."

Your smile widens.

"Happy world praise day, love." your smile falters, you end up laughing because he knew what you were at but despite it all he still let you humour him.

"Not a single word was a lie."

"As was mine. Back to work, love."

You shake your head, walking out of the office. Today's been very efficient so far.

Simon "Ghost" Riley was cleaning his gun while you were sitting across from him, sewing shut a gash on your uniform. You stole a few glances before collecting enough courage to speak. You were a brave soldier. Bravest of them all. You surely could praise the man before you with that courage.

"Good work" You beam "So fast too."

"Is all experience." He grunts. "You'd be fast too if your hand got on one of these." He had a tinge of sarcasm in his voice.

You had a feeling it was because you dislocated your shoulder in the last mission while using a rifle. It was bad luck. Not like you were that inexperienced. He just liked to toy with you.

"You are the best, lieutenant. I don't have to do much with cleaning."

"Because?"

"You clean the battlefield well enough for us all."

"As I should." So praising his work wouldn't work. "Your eyes, always so expressive. You like our banters, sir?"

"Naturally." He scolds, hands fidgeting with the gun.

"I like your presence. You are safe. You are the safe for me." He didn't utter a single word after that. "Always patient with me too. I am grateful for you. Can always rely on you. You are strong in every aspect."

You notice him hanging his head too low, eyes dragging on the ground. He is... flattered? You don't know but it doesn't seem bad. His eyes are actually very expressive as you stated earlier. But it is not enough to tell everything he feels. So you stop for a moment before he starts the conversation again.

"You trust a man with a mask?"

"I trust the man under that mask. Pretty like your knife skills, yeah? I never doubt it, witnessing it myself." This earns him a full-blown laughter.

"Enough." He cuts you then, standing up. He is burning red under that mask. He can't help but feel embarrassed. The silence caught into you, you blink at him. Did you go a bit too far?

"Thank you." he spats the word as if it is dirt in his mouth and he leaves, overwhelmed by you.

#call of duty #cod #cod modern warfare #john soap mactavish #soap cod #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #johnny mactavish #simon riley #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz cod #captain john price #john price #price cod #tf 141 #task force 141

[osamusriceballs]

Birthday surprise

Hinata x fem reader

Words: ~ 1,3 k

Warnings: A bit NSFW

About: You have a nice birthday surprise for your boyfie~

A/n: Happy Birthday to our beloved human tangerine. I love him so much and I wish him the bestest birthday ever~

"Shoyo, what are you doing there? You need to get ready."

"Oh, sorry, I'm coming. I was just checking my phone. I got a message from y/n."

Hinata freezes.

A state that is almost unnatural for him. It is indeed a message from you - or rather a picture. With you in it. Barely clothed, wearing only white underwear and orange stockings - as bright as his hair. No words added, just you laying there seductively on his bed in lingerie, presenting your body to the camera in a way that makes all his blood rush south.

Holy... he instantly darkens the screen, quickly looking over his shoulder to see if someone looked at his phone. And indeed, he faces an equally stunned Atsumu, whose eyes are still fixated on Hinata's darkened screen. A few seconds pass and neither of them moves. The only sounds right now come from their teammates who have already started their training. Until Hinata's screen gives up and turns fully black.

"Uhm..." Atsumu awkwardly coughs and looks away, a faint tint of pink on his cheeks. "I guess you're going to have a fun birthday night, Shoyo-kun."

It's impossible for Hinata's face to turn even redder at this point. Even his ears are burning, and he laughs awkwardly to mask his inner panic. "What makes you think that?"

Atsumu's face drops, and Hinata internally wishes to sink into the ground for saying something as stupid as that. Why did he focus more on this instead of just changing the topic? "Do you really want me to say it out loud?" A slight grin now forms on Atsumu's face, and Hinata regrets speaking even more. Damn, he regrets ever learning how to speak at all.

"Please don't-"

"Don't sweat it, Shoyo-kun. I'd be happy to have a girl like y/n send pictures like that. Do you think I'll ever find someone who wears hot stuff in my hair color? Maybe I should go back to black. I like that whole black and lacy stuff, but then I'd look like that ugly shithead Samu. Or red. Red's hot too. I don't know if I'd look good in red. What do you mean, Shoyo-kun?"

While Atsumu is busy rambling, Hinata quickly takes his phone and buries it in his bag. He'll take the time to look at the picture during their break. Probably take his phone with him to the restroom to have a proper look. But even the short glimpse he just had is enough to get him riled up and longing for you. Longing to touch you, to feel the soft fabric and your even softer skin under his fingers. He wants to properly thank you for wearing this set just for him and to hear you softly say his name after he kisses you. He knows he won't be able to focus now because of you.

"Shoyo? Are you listening?" The sudden snarl of the blonde in front of him makes him perk up his head, his cheeks still incredibly warm and red.

"Oh, sure, Miya-san. Red is a nice color."

Atsumu blankly stares at him, and Hinata wonders how long he zoned out. He only faintly remembers Atsumu talking about hair colors. "Yer hopeless."

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"Don't. And don't ya dare to let my good sets go to waste today. I'll make ya regret it, Shoyo-kun."

Hinata nervously smiles and quickly jogs to the court, ignoring Atsumu right behind him and hoping that he'll forget what he saw. After all, that picture was only meant for his eyes and his eyes alone.

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"Baby, I'm so sorry."

"What happened? Are you okay?"

The stress in Hinata's voice is evident. You don't know if you have ever heard him so depressed before.

"The picture you sent me," he starts, and the blood drains from your face. Your fingers clutch around the phone in your hand tightly, and you involuntarily press the device harder against your ear.

"Did you not like it? I'm sorry, I'll just delete it. We can pretend it never happened. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." You nervously fidget with the hem of the straps, mentally burning the damn lingerie in a bonfire.

"What? No, no! Don't delete that picture. I've been hard ever since I saw it. I love it."

Your cheeks warm at his sudden confession and the way he casually tells you something explicit. He probably doesn't even realize how hot he sounds.

"It's just... when I opened it, Miya-san was right behind me. He saw it too. I'm so sorry. I know that you trust me, and I don't want to break your trust. Can you forgive me? I would never show these kinds of pictures to my friends. Please believe me!"

It takes you a few seconds to fully understand what he's telling you.

"Baby? Are you still here? Please say something. I didn't- please-"

"Shoyo, it's fine. It's okay. I still trust you. I should have told you that you need to look at the picture in private. I don't mind." You smile at his concern, at the way he's always trying to make everything right, to be the perfect boyfriend. But that sometimes puts a lot of stress on him.

"You know that I love you, right? That won't change a thing. And I'm pretty sure that Miya-san will never mention it, especially not in front of me. Deep down, he's actually very considerate and nice, even though he doesn't often show that side."

The exhale of relief on the other side makes you smile a little, and you're glad that he feels better now.

"I love you too, y/n. Thank you. Thank you for being so patient and understanding with me."

"Hey, it's your birthday after all. I can't be mad at my birthday boy. And, um... I've got some more pictures if you want to see them? I even made a short video of me... um... doing things." You feverishly blush at the end of your words, now clutching the sheets underneath your hand while you wait for his answer.

Hinata's tone is more dark and serious when he answers, and damn, it's always so hot to hear him talk like this. "What kind of things? I think I need to know before you send something. You have to be very specific."

Your breath hitches in your throat, and a slight shiver runs down your body. "I... touched myself. I thought about how you'd do it and touched my breasts, and then rubbed my... clit." You're proud of how steady these words come from you, and he releases a deep breath before he answers.

"Oh? What a good girl you are for me. How about you send me those pictures and videos, and I'll send you some in return? Show you what you do to me. And when I'm home, I want you to show me everything you did again. I need to see if you're properly touching yourself for me when I'm not there. Understand, baby?"

You only manage to nod breathlessly, a soft hum escaping your lips at his words, and the tingling feeling between your legs starts to make your mind dizzy.

"Shoyo, when will you come home? I need you." You can basically hear how he runs his hand through his wild orange hair in frustration because he can't be with you right now.

"Just two more hours. Can you manage, baby? Can you prep yourself for me? And when I come home, I'll get my present, nice and wet for me?"

You nod your head and quickly gasp a "yes-" already anticipating the moment he will come home.

"Such a good girl for me. Such a good girl on my birthday. I have to go, but make sure to send me those pictures, okay? I'll see you soon."

"Okay, Shoyo. I love you."

"I love you more." You quickly select the pictures in your camera roll and press send, only to receive an immediate response consisting of three pictures showing the rock-hard bulge underneath his tight boxers while he has his shirt between his teeth to expose his chest. A quick message follows that almost makes you drop the phone.

"Can't wait to see you, baby."

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #hinata #hinata smut #hinata shoyo smut #smut #hinata x reader #well #I might write a spicy part II #but that's it for now #I hope you enjoyed! <3 #I actually skipped classes today and decided to write this #don't judge me plsss <3

[walkingintheheartbreaksatellite]

Could you write a little something about the reader walking in on Niall recording "Steal My Girl" in his underwear? Your choice on how they know each other. I just think it's funny as hell!

What Did I Miss?

Niall Horan x Fem!reader!

Note: Thank You for requesting this, anon! I hope I did your request justice! I tried my very best!

It was a long day, and all I wanted to do was see my boyfriend, so that’s exactly what I decided to do. Since he’s in town with his band, I took advantage of the rare opportunity that I do have with him.

I look down at my phone, looking at the text he sent me just a little while ago.

Irish Blondie💚

Hey, Petal! We’re just doing a bit of recording. I’ll be in room 647! Just knock! Everyone knows you’re coming!

-seen

Me

Okay, sounds good babe! I’ll be there soon!

-delivered

I look back up as I walk through the hallway and I manage to find the room. I knock on the door and step back, waiting for the door to open.

Not even a minute later, the door opens to reveal Louis. His eyes light up when he sees me and he pulls me into a hug.

“Mrs. Neil! Great to see ya, love. How’ve ya been?”

He lets me go and we go inside, Louis closing the door behind us.

“I’ve been good Lou. Just been itching to see Niall.”

He nods in understanding.

“He’s been itching t’ see you too, Y/N. Believe me. Yer all he’s been talkin’ about.”

I blush as I follow him through the room and my mouth gapes, unprepared for what’s in front of me.

“I don’t exist if I don’t have her, the sun doesn’t shine, the world doesn’t turn, alright.”

Before my eyes is my boyfriend. Dancing around. In his underwear. Next to me, Louis bursts out laughing and Niall turns around, his face burning bright red as soon as he sees me.

“Y-Y/N! I-I’m sorry Petal! I’ll um… Just give me a minute to um… Get some clothes on…”

I nod, averting my eyes as I turn around, my face burning just as bright as his. As Niall gets dressed, I chat with Zayn.

“Ya should’ve seen your face, Y/N! You and Nialler! Looked like a couple o’ tomatoes! Lou! Did you get that on video! We gotta show Payno and Harry!”

I cover my face with my hands in an attempt to hide my embarrassment and the two laugh, Zayn pulling me into a hug.

“Stop laughing, you two! It’s not funny! I’ve… Never seen him like that before… He just kind of surprised me… But I told him I was coming! Why was he in his underwear?!”

Both men just shrug when John, one of the producers chimes in.

“That might be my fault. He was in the middle of changing and I sort of had an idea for one of his verses and I distracted him. He’s been like that for about an hour and a half.”

I nod, beginning to understand. It took me a while to get to the hotel since I live about an hour away and my car is in the shop, so my only mode of transportation was the bus.

Zayn pats my back with a smile before he lets me go.

“Don’t look so nervous. He’s Niall, I’m sure this won’t be the last time you see him naked.”

Louis bursts out laughing again and everyone leaves the room as I feel a tap on my back. I turn around and see Niall, now dressed and ready to go.

“Sorry about that Y/N, guess I just got a bit distracted… Promise it won’t happen again.”

He holds his hand out to me and I take it with a smile, although the blush is still visible on my face.

“It’s fine, Niall. But you should know, Louis got it on video. He and Zayn and probably showing it to Harry and Liam as we speak.”

His eyes widen and his cheeks tint again and he pulls me out of the hotel room.

“Tommo! Delete that video, ya fucker!”

Niall lets go of my hand and begins to chase Louis down the hall of the floor, laughs echoing as the video goes around to all. I sigh and shake my head, somehow only falling more in love with him.

WC 700

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#harry styles #niall horan #niall fanfic #niall james horan #one direction #niall horan x y/n #niall horan x reader #niall horan fluff

[gambitxrogue11]

Caligator AU one shot .. Neil, Billy and Max moved to North Dakota instead of Hawkins, where it is run by the sheriff Roy Tillman.

🔞 WARNING: 🔞

Explicit language, mention of slurs, Gator Tillman and Billy Hargrove, minors do not interact.. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT SCROLL AWAY.

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Billy drove Max to her school in the morning before he starts his shift at nearby auto shop.

It's been 6months since they move to North Dakota, Neil was assigned here for "higher paycheck" ..

It was a very normal morning or so Billy thought .. when he saw the sheriff's son Gator in front of the school as well.. it looks like he's waiting for someone .. maybe they're doing some routine check?..

He knows the sheriff son is complete douche based on the conversations he had with him a few times in the sheriffs office and in his bed ..

Gator knows what he is, but will never publicly out themselves since Roy, will kill them if he realize his boy is bisexual.

Gator might be a douche but Billy can't deny that he's sexy .. he watches Gator from afar as this hot moron spits everywhere like a garden sprinkler ..

Billy can't help but imagine what if Gator, would've spit in his mouth instead? and rearrange his guts? ... Having those thought made his pants a little tighter.

Billy's thought process was interrupted when he notice Gator is walking towards him.. he didn't realized he was staring long enough..

"Well look who'tis? .. Mornin' shitbird." Gator greeted Billy

"So what is Neil's fruity little bastard doin' here?" Gator continued

"Just drove my sister to school, shitbird! What do you want? Did daddy sent you back to middle school?" Billy rhetorically answered ..

Gator inches closer to Billy "I told ya' not ta give me those 'fuck me eyes' on public" Gator whispered.

Billy felt Gator's warm breath tickle his ear, his face heat up suddenly ..

"What are you gonna do about it fucker?" Busted, Billy, teases Gator he knows he's gonna get laid if he continue getting under Gator's skin.

"Ya think that's funny Hargrove? .. I can arrest ya fer disrespectin' an officer of the law" Gator pointed to his badge.

"Alright, I'm sorry pretty princess, deputy" Billy sarcastically said still trying to get on Gator's nerves..

Gator eyes darkened, licked his lips and smiled lustfully "I guessed have'ta shove my cock later in yer' pretty little mouth, all the way down yer throat until ya gagged on my cock, make a mess and drool like a lil' baby..

that'll shut ya up.." Gator's voice became a little threatening yet soft and full of lust

Billy felt an electricity course through his body and his half hard cock earlier was full rock hard now, at the thought swallowing Gator's girth.

"Yeah that's right.. ya love that fag?" Gator fist Billy's buldge under his tight pants, he gulp as he felt Gator large palm on his buldge

"I'll see ya around Hargrove" Gator says smuggly as he walks away slowly leaving Billy speechless..

Gator went back to his patrol car where another deputy is now on the driver seat ..

Gator hops on the passenger seat and they drove away.

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#gator tillman #joe keery #fargo #fargo fx #fargo season 5 #gator #billy hargrove #dacre montgomery #stranger things season 5 #stranger things #harringrove #caligator #caligator one shot

[allzelemonz]

The Map: Bill Williamson X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 9, Kisses Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/References to sex Warnings: Kisses, fluff, light bickering, spoiling Brown Jack of course, use of Bill’s birth name, established relationship, implied future sex, slight appreciation of Bill’s thighs Summary: Lost in a new area when trying to find a new town, you have a sweet moment with Bill.

Bill’s face scrunches in confusion as he stares down at the map. You’re supposed to be finding the town that’s closest to the new camp, but all Dutch did was hand Bill a map. Now, after taking turns Bill swore were correct, you are on a path in the middle of the woods with no clue where you really are.

“Just let me look at it, Mar.” You sigh, your head resting on your saddle horn to attempt alleviating exhaustion. “We’ve been out here for hours.”

“I’ll find it.” Bill mutters. “I can read a damn map.”

You sigh, straightening your back and rolling your shoulders. Bill is squinting as he peers down, the map clutched tight in his hands. It’s clear that he’s frustrated, maybe even close to ripping the thing to pieces. And while he looks adorable in the afternoon sun peeking through trees with his nose all crinkled, you don’t want to be caught in unfamiliar wilderness at night. Two men don’t stand a chance against an unfamiliar environment, outlaws or not.

You tug at your horse’s reins slightly, making them sidestep enough for you to swipe the already crinkled map from Bill.

“Hey, gimme-“

“Marion, I love you, but shut up.”

Bill crosses his arms, his face red from hearing his birth name. Under him, Brown Jack taps at the ground with about as much impatience as you. He’s probably twice as tired too. You focus on the map, retracing the mark showing camp to where you might be now. In the corner of your eye, Bill gives Brown Jack a treat and pats his neck with a smile.

“You’re spoiling him again.” You joke, watching as the horse takes another treat.

“He deserves it.” Bill says fondly. “He don’t doubt my map readin’.”

You fold the map up and tuck it away. “I’m sure he does, he just can’t talk.”

Bill looks over at you with a smirk. “Maybe he just don’t talk ta you.”

“Oh, Billy, sweetheart, if he could talk we would be going on about you all day.”

Despite the blush on his face, Bill leans towards you a bit. “You’d talk ‘bout be all day? I that special, darlin’?”

“You’re so fucking stupid.” You mutter, tugging Bill closer by his shirt so you can kiss him over the gap between your horses.

Brown Jack helps, stepping closer to your horse so you can pepper Bill’s face with kisses as he turns red up to his hair. Bill leans into your touches, happily smiling when you press gentle kisses to his skin and his beard.

“Ya love me though.” He mutters, his voice a little breathless.

“I’m reading the map next time, okay?” You smile, giving him one last kiss to his lips before letting your horse step back.

“Fine.” He chuckles. “Ya gonna get us ta town now?”

You sigh. “Suppose I’ll have to pay for a hotel room too, since it’s so late and all.”

Bill looks down at his saddle as he blushes again. “Long as Dutch don’t get mad.”

“He sent us out together, he should know better by now.” You smirk, letting a hand reach across to rest on his thigh and squeezing. “Can’t keep my hands off of such a good looking outlaw.”

Bill smiles to himself, glancing up at you and back to his saddle. “Yer sweet, darlin’.”

“Of course I am.” You give him one more squeeze before taking your hand back. “Now, let’s get going. I wanna see those thighs of yours as soon as I can.”

With a blush fixed under his beard and all the way up to his ears, Bill follows you down the path. He’s a little glad he got the two of you lost.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption x reader #bill williamson #bill williamson x reader #bill williamson x male reader #red dead redemption x male reader #x reader #x male reader #fictober

[angelltheninth]

Mutual Satisfaction

Pairing: Angel Dust x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, masturbation, fingering, handjob, voyeurism, brief blowjob, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, hair-pulling

Word count: 1.3k

Kinktober Day 3: Masturbation

A/N: I didn't know what do for this kinktober prompt for the longest time and then, as usual, it the idea hit me right as I was about to go to sleep.

You knew that Angel was living in a slightly shady part of the Pentagram and honestly you were a little scared when your boss Valentino asked you to go check up on him since he hasn't been to work in a few days.

It wasn't because the Overlord was worried, well he was but not really about Angel's physical wellbeing, at least not for the right reasons, he just didn't want his biggest star to be out of commission for long. So who else to send than his second biggest star?

You let out a heavy sigh as you finally walked up the stairs and turned into the hallway Angel's apartment was located in. You've gotten a few looks on your way to the building but you knew very well that no demon would actually dare tough you. Not with you being Valentino's second favorite.

You knock on the door once, twice. No answer. Maybe there's something really wrong with him?

Slowly you try the door handle. The door opens with a low, sad creaking noise. The inside of his apartment is surprisingly tidy, a lot more then you expected actually. Then again Angel always kept his appearance in top shape so it was only natural that his apartment was at least clean. If in need of some repair here and there, but overall much nicer looking than the rest of the building.

Still no sign of Angel Dust though, only his cute demon piglet sleeping on the couch.

Maybe he was in his bedroom, you could see a dim light coming from somewhere so you decided to take slow steps just in case he really was feeling unwell and you were disturbing him.

You only took a few steps before you heard his familiar voice, high pitched and in thorns of pleasure, like you heard him in the Studio or his movies. Did he have someone over?

You approached even slower, sneaking towards the door and peaking through. He didn't have anyone over, but he was naked. On his bed, on his knees sucking a dark pink dildo and jerking off his dick, a pool of cum already on the sheets. His eyes were shut closed and he moaned as he pulled the dildo out with a wet pop, "Shit. Fuck yes."

His little moans, the sight of him, the fact that he was clearly enjoying himself that damn much send a wave of wetness between your legs. Your hand found a way between your legs, almost as if hypnotized by the sight. It was wrong to get off on him like this, you knew that, but you couldn't help but slide down the wall, on the opposite side of the open door so you could still see him and slide a finger inside yourself, biting your lip as you felt your walls closing in around your finger.

With your other hand you hiked up your shirt and bra, palming at your left breasts, rolling your nipple into a hardened peak, all the while still watching Angel's hand rub his dick up and down and trying to keep up pace with him.

You could feel your body heating up fast, watching him was in person was much more of an experience then seeing him on video. "Fuck. Ah!" You bit your lip to stifle your moan, your head thudding against the wall as you plunged your fingers in and out, obscene, wet noises following every movement.

"Well what do we have 'ere?" Your eyes snapped open only to meet Angel's own as he leaned against the doorframe, his cock still hard in his hand and a knowing smile on his face, "Here for a free show sweetheart? Or maybe yer lookin' ta give me one?" His eyes lowered to between your legs. You closed them quickly, your ears burning and your hands suddenly still.

"I-I'm sorry! Mister Valentino sent me and- I should have said something when I came-"

"Ya haven't come yet doll, but ya look like yer close. It just so happens that I am too. So why stop know?" He winked at you and walked up to you until his dick was inches from your face, his hand resuming the up and down motion from before, "Go on, I ain't mad. I know for a fact that yer hot stuff. I've seen yer movies before, gotta support my fellow sluts."

Encouraged by his words you added another finger, eyes going up and down his body. Now you could see that his short fuzz was slightly damp from the sweat, but he still smelled very sweet, like cherries and strawberries.

He was like a walking, talking aphrodisiac.

"Damn. Yer like a bitch in heat. Just look at that cunt taking those fingers. Not surprised. I've seen how much ya can take. Yer so pretty ya know that? Ya got a real talent." His eyes lower to your breasts, "And such pretty tits. Let me help ya out." One of his hands tangled into your hair, fisting into it lightly, one rubbing over the angry tip of his cock every time he stroked his length and the fourth reached down and cupped your other tit, rolling the pad of his finger around your stiff nipple.

"Pinch it." You breathe out as you arch into his touch. Angel chuckles and does as you asked, slowly rolling the stiff bud between his thumb and index finger. "Like that. I-I'm close. Fuck. Oh!"

"I know sweetheart, I know. Show me. Show me how sexy you are when you come on your fingers." You mewled at his words, doubling your efforts, driving the heel of your palm against your clit with every flick of your wrist. It only took a few more strokes for you to reach your peak, shouting it out with no shame or any need to hold back. You pushed your fingers deep inside, keeping them in your tightening, repelling walls as they spasmed and twitched. "I'm close too! Open up doll, open up for me, take your reward."

Without thinking you opened your mouth wide, tongue falling out to catch thick, hot ropes of cum he shoot out, some of it getting on your face from the close proximity.

Angel growled through his release. His hand left your breast and joined the other in your hair. The next thing you knew you were tasting his cock as it made it's way into your mouth, making you moan in surprise.

"It's so warm. So wet. I usually charge more to ladies but, damn ya can suck me off whenever ya want if this is a taste of what ya can do. Yer being a very good little slut right now, yeah ya are. Yer doing such a good job." He bucked his hips quickly and with no rhythm at all, making you gag every time you felt the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat.

When you finally felt him start to pull out you made sure to suck a little bit extra around his tip, which made him hum and gently pat your head.

"I made a little mess of ya eh?" Angel grinned down at you as he offered you his hand to help you up. You accepted, but realized too late that it was with your cum covered hand.

"Oh, sorry about that." You pulled away trying to wipe it off on your shirt. Angel just chuckled and shook his head.

"I've seen far nastier sweetheart. Now come on, let's go wash up yeh? Then ya can tell me what Val wanted from me. I told him I'd be back in a few, just needed ta get something sorted out with two crazy chicks I've met. One of them had the craziest idea for a hotel I've ever heard. It's gonna crack ya up when ya hear 'bout it." Angel laughed as he led you by the hand to through his bedroom and into the small shower to tell you all about the crazy hotel idea.

It really was crazy. A hotel to redeem sinners? Who was stupid enough to try that?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #angel dust #angel dust x reader #angel dust imagine #angel dust smut #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel fanfiction #kinktober

[iheartjohnlennon]

'Synchronised'

London, '64

Summary: Paul wants to try something new-ish.

Word count: 1,041

Tags: Smut, Light Angst, 69 (Sex Position)

Paul glanced over at your half-naked figure every so often, your feminine silhouette under the duvet made him unbearably stiff.

He veered around to become the big spoon, you could feel his warm flesh flush against your arse, you suspired.

It'd been a relatively long and excruciating day for him, there was no better way to satiate it other than being inside of you of course. It was a principle of life for him, something that always made sense to do, even if it wasn't with you particularly.

But Paul lay in shallow thought beside you on the bed. Despite having such a monumental libido, he had no idea how to go about asking you this, it was rare, even impossible that he felt nervous during pre-shag times.

He sighed in your ear suddenly, you could feel his little mouth kissing your neck. Each smooch sent tingles of pleasure coursing through you. Paul grew more and more desperate for the taste of you and started nibbling. His bid to try to get you to make a noise was successful, your incoherent little whimpers really did it for him.

You turned to finally face him, you were nose close, your breaths mingled.

He had a rat-esque grin on his face, and the creases in his eyes were visible.

You knew exactly what that meant.

"How's about we try somethin' tonigh'?" He asked huskily.

"Like what?" You mused.

Paul was stumped on how to explain it articulately. Him using his mouth on you was a common occurrence, but he hadn't explored any other position than having you on your back, maybe he had you on your hands and knees a few times at that.

He began cautiously, "Well, s'like a position...y'know, sex?"

"Yes Paul, I know what sex is." You snickered.

"Don't get cheeky, y'know wha' I mean love."

You smiled at him, your curiosity piqued. "What is it, Paul?"

A flush graced his cheeks as he went to respond, "I'll show ya, only if yer willin' of course."

Paul's hand reached out, he moved his hand beneath your bra, his fingers grazed your bare nipple. A shiver ran through all your erogenous areas as he did so.

In another fluid motion, he slid the duvet off the bed, it made you feel vulnerable and aroused. A sly smile curved his lips as he took in an eye full, appreciating it.

With a firm grip, his hand settled on your hips, he was repositioning and twisting you in an unfamiliar way.

You felt a rush of excitement and anticipation as his movements seemed to match yours, melding your bodies into a perfect configuration.

His intent became palpable as he adjusted you further, his hands swiftly guided your hips so your heat could meet his mouth. You lightly sat on his face but backwards, it was a nice feeling.

Paul made you mirror him as he lowered your back down. He lowered your head down to his eager hardness, your body settled in his chosen and aligned position. It was a bit odd to you but felt right also.

He shifted your knickers, delicately parting the fabric that separated his tongue from your heat. As he did so, your tongue caressed his cock ever so slowly. He responded with muffled groans, "Mm, mmph," they sent soft vibrations through you.

You moved against his face, he relished in the raw wetness of your heat all over his face, he couldn't get enough of it.

You couldn't look him in the eyes while you were like this but he showed a deep intimacy with his touches.

Paul's hands found their way into your hair, his grasp gentle yet possessive. He wasn't happy with your teasing pace so his fingers threaded through the roots of your hair as he bobbed you up and down in a feral manner. Paul couldn't contain himself, his hips jerked upward as he held your head down, making you gag as you rushed to breathe through your nose.

You moved your head up slightly and his grip stopped as he moved his hands to your hips. You reverted to sucking the tip, reminding him that this was supposed to be a mutual suffocation.

Paul tugged your hips down, the sensation of his full face drove you mad. It was a mismatch of pleasure; his nose was partially in your hole, and his tongue felt velvety against your clit. He gave you tiny flicks, they tickled you; made you twitch. It must've been a bizarre and vulgar view.

Paul was simply devouring you with his mouth, he skillfully alternated between his fervent sucks and long licks. You endeavoured to lift yourself when it became too much, but he held you in place, knowingly overstimulating you.

His hands found solace in holding your head down, he gave rough cues, adjusting the pace at his own accord.

He said, or rather mumbled cheeky things against you, they were somewhat intelligible even though your gagging made it tricky to hear.

'Yer drivin' me mad......Do ya like this?......Don't stop Y/N, please jus' don't stop......I carn't hear ya......'

Paul continued his nips and sucks, he edged you nearer to an inevitable release, and you found yourself clenching. The air around you was thick with an intoxicating scent and tepidity. 

You both revelled in the taste and texture of skin, you both knew to take each other rougher as you felt the climaxes coming on.

You could feel his receiving and giving movements becoming more urgent, driven by a sharp instinct to cum.

And then, in a final surge of passion, you tasted his thick secretion. In this position all you could do was swallow, although it was messy as it dripped down. A low groan escaped him, he seemed to be trembling.

Whilst you simultaneously finished with him you felt a profound sense of satisfaction.

It'd finally reached its peak.

Paul, his own body slick with perspiration, tenderly moved you off of him, you could finally look at him. God was it good to finally look at him.

You were both in an utterly disgusting state, with tousled hair, a coat of sweat, and smug expressions.

"You've made a righ' mess." He whispered.

#Spotify #paul mccartney x reader #the beatles #60s rock #the beatles imagine #the beatles smuts #the beatles x reader #vintage #john lennon #paul mccartney #ringo starr #george harrison

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Fall Drabbles, Day 9

prompt: cold air in the morning

pairing: Michael Kinsella x fem!Reader

summary: After dealing with his family for far too long, Michael is happy to let you care for him.

warnings: Swearing, fluff

a/n: AHHHH this is my first time writing for Mikey so please let me know what you think! This piece is dedicated to @chvoswxtch, my Kin watch buddy! And a huge thank you to @bellaxgiornata for the advice on writing his accent!

w/c: <1k

Trudging up the street in the dim light, Michael grit his teeth against the weariness growing with each step–exhaustion sitting atop his shoulders like a barbell, slowly driving him into the pavement. A stiff breeze battered his cheeks, irritating his already gritty eyes, but he ignored it. He was no stranger to the numbing cold, and its unmatched ability to clear his head of racing thoughts, but he didn’t welcome it today. Rather than anchoring him, it rubbed at his nerves uncomfortably, leaving an almost acidic sting in its wake. 

His breaths were measured, but the tension in his lungs loosened marginally when the familiar structure finally appeared on the horizon. Willing his aching body to move faster, he focused on the dull red of his front door, a shining beacon in the dreary gray morning that promised rest and safety. He was running on fumes, his brain unable to process more than the stench of petrichor in the air and the burning in his lungs. 

Though it couldn’t have been more than a five minute trek, the walk felt like an eternity. Fitting the key into the lock sapped all of his remaining strength and he slumped backwards against the door, shutting it more forcefully than intended. Stifling a grimace at the noise, he swallowed hard as he plodded over to the dining room table and collapsed into a chair–his body folding in on itself until he could hold his pounding head between his palms. Every contraction of his heart sent another pound of pressure to his skull, slowly expanding like a balloon about to pop. He was tired and frustrated and hungry and alone and it was all quickly becoming too much. 

A creaking floorboard above him startled him out of his stupor. Tensing his legs to dart for his gun, which he’d stupidly left by the door, your voice called down the stairs. “Mikey?”

The question was soft, barely loud enough for him to hear downstairs, and your voice was raspy with sleep–but it sent a current of warmth through his senseless limbs. “Ya, pet. It’s me.” His own voice was hoarse after his restless days spent screaming about the family business.

Padding down the stairs, you smiled when you saw him, dashing right into his open arms and giggling drowsily as he pulled you into his lap. You pressed your lips to his, sending a jolt of energy through him like an exposed wire. He couldn’t fathom why you looked so happy to kiss his noticeably chapped lips, but your sweet smile was melting the icy shell of prolonged displeasure around his gut. “I’m sorry to wake ya. What’re ya doin’ here, love?” 

You shrugged, eyes flitting over the myriad of cuts on his face as one of your hands carded through his hair, tenderly untangling the strands. “My place was too quiet so I came here. Did you want me to leave?” 

Michael’s hands instinctively clenched, tightening their grip on your waist. “Fuck no.” 

Chuckling, you leaned your forehead against his. “How was it?” 

“Grand.” He scoffed, averting his eyes as you stroked a thumb over his beard. “Tirin’.” 

You hummed, plush lips tilting into a frown. “I’m sorry, love. Did you sleep at all?” 

“A bit. Not enough.” Your free hand slipped under the hem of his shirt, icy fingers drawing circles on his stomach. “Christ, yer so cold, pet.” He laughed as you wriggled your other hand up his bare skin as well. 

“Come back to bed with me? It’s chilly without you.” Wrapping your arms around him, you nuzzled a kiss against his prickly jawline. 

Nodding sluggishly, he gladly let you tug him out of the chair and up the stairs—more than willing to sleep the day away with you.

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[lazyneonrabbitt]

Shared Interests [Pt.4]

Daryl Dixon x Reader | SMUT 🔞 [Pt.1] [Pt.3]

Lily grows strong and you only get sadder, but Daryl helps in making it all good, but then you run into your past.

With the party over and everyone awake you spent your morning hanging out and chatting at the kitchen table. The conversations ranged from everything to nothing, just like you preferred early morning talks.

The brothers Dixon enjoyed their coffee while you sipped tea and played with Lily who's energy levels were all the way up.

Merle left as the morning passed, leaving you and Daryl to do some after party cleanup until you ended on the couch, tired but happy. "Glad ya ended up throwin' tha party after all?" A raised brow look was sent your way, smirking as he knew he was right in convincing you to invite the pack again. "Your family is great, hun. But we already knew that."

You slumped against him, enjoying his warmth. He was always so warm compared to you, who was always cold.

Daryl could feel your mood drop and pulled you into his lap. "Alright, spill. Wha's goin' on witcha?" His arms wrapped around you so you had no chance to get away from him.

"I'm tired. Always cold. I miss the wolf blood properties. My boobs are sore from Lily's teeth." You rambled on, letting all the frustrations out while Daryl soothed you, trying to give you some words of comfort but eventually settling on a deal.

"Ya know what? If yer bein' sad don't fade in a coupl'a months we can have another pup, yeah?" You smiled up at him, agreeing with his plan.

But even with the efforts to work around the issues of your permanently tired, sore self the sadness never faded. Daryl felt it too. He spent nights trying to drown out your loud internal struggles. He wasn't going to give in, he had to wait it out just like you did.

But with Lily being almost four months old now he felt you had tried long enough.

You slept early, putting Lily to bed before hiding away under the covers but Daryl had enough of it. He followed you upstairs and watched you be the softest momma to Lily and then joined you in bed.

"Daryl? It's so early." You wondered if he wasn't feeling alright for a second before dismissing that thought. Werewolves didn't get sick.

"S'early, yeah. So why're ya goin' ta bed?" Daryl mimicked all your steps, getting out of his clothes and getting under the covers with you. "C'mere. M'makin' ya a mommy again. Can't have ya always bein' sad 'n tired."

You turned to face him fully at his words. "Are you sure?"

Daryl only laughed at your sudden uncertainty. "M'a werewolf. If ya were one too ya'd be heavy with mah third litter by now."

His hand went to rest on your stomach before he flipped you over and trapped you underneath him. "M' gonna breed ya good. Just gotta keep quiet so ya won't wake Lily." His gravely voice melted away your sadness and replaced it with want. "I'll be good I promise." You felt him grin against your skin, his hands making quick work of getting your panties off and getting rid of his boxers. His already hard cock slipped between your thighs, his hips rutting against your ass. You were quickly reminded of his strength as he easily overpowered you, pressing you down into the mattress and slipping his thick length between your folds. He bottomed out in one smooth thrust, letting his feral side take over. "So sweet fer me baby." His fangs grazed your neck, right where he marked you and licked at the sensitive flesh making you moan out his name.

His claws dug into your hip and shoulder as he mercilessly fucked you until you were begging to cum, pressing your hips into his for more.

"P.. please.. Daryyyll~" your face was pressed into the pillows to muffle your sounds, but he heard your pleas and happily fucked you over the edge, finishing right after you.

Your body went limp on the bed, only startling back to life when you felt him twitch inside you. "Still hard?" You mumbled tiredly before hearing the unmistakable sound of him shifting. "Breed ya good." His distorted voice sent a rush of panic through you. The bed dipped further as his weight increased and the claws that held your hips grew.

"Hahh fuck pull out, Daryl!" His claws dug deeper into your hips as he held you pressed tight against him, his swelling cock easily tripling in size while still buried deep inside you.

Your lower body laid on the mattress as your hips were held up against him, drool dripping onto your back with his muzzle forming and started rocking his hips when his tail grew.

The sudden increase in size had you cry out into your pillow, the stretch burning and your hand moving down to feel at your belly that now protruded with the sheer size he was pumping in and out of you at an almost rude pace.

With his knot rubbing against your clit with each thrust you were soon coming around his cock.

And again after couple of thrusts.

Then three, four times before you were nothing more than a fucktoy for him to bury his knot into, pumping you so full of his seed you looked already pregnant by the time he laid down with you.

You were still passed out when Daryl shifted back during the night, the bedside lamp still on an casting a soft light over the room. He lifted the covers and took a peek at your sleeping form. Your shoulder had short dried cuts where his claws had dug into your skin and your hips were bruised and bloody too. He'd make sure to apologize in the morning, but for now some more sleep was the plan.

Until Lily awoke and started crying. It was only 7AM and Daryl woke up faster than you so he hopped out of bed, shimmied a pair of sweats on and went to calm his daughter.

As soon as he reached her bed he could sense what was going on with her. She'd shift soon. He held her close to his chest, rocking her softly and walking downstairs with her. He cooed at her and softly hummed a tune as he moved around the living room with her.

When you woke up you were alone in bed, feeling gross and sticky and in dire need of a quick shower. Except getting there turned out to be quite the challenge with sore legs and a busted hip. Every step felt like your knees creaked but the hot water quickly eased the pain. It did sting on the cuts, but that was less of a bother than scrubbing off your thighs and ass and everything in between covered in Daryl's dried cum.

Even touching your outer lips to clean had you wince thanks to last night's session.

Once you were clean and dry you threw on a loose hoodie and sweats and headed downstairs where you were met with Daryl who was walking back and forth along the couch, rocking Lily in his arms and humming tunes to her.

Yeah, you had forgiven him for the harsh treatment already.

He was so focused on Lily he hadn't heard you come downstairs, but she had and started actively squirming in Daryl's arms.

"Good morning, my loves." You walked up to them and took Lily from Daryl's arms and sat in your lounge chair with her, placing her in your lap and shrugging off your hoodie so she could feed.

Daryl hadn't paid much attention to your feeding times and so hadn't seen the damage Lily was doing to you until now.

"Man, I really haven't been payin' much attention to yer body. M'sorry bun." He sat himself down close to you and watched as your daughter fed, leaning in to plant kisses on the cuts on your shoulder and apologizing for the pain he's caused you. "When ya said she bit ya, I didn't realize it was this bad." He touched around the sore, bitten skin and silently prayed to the moon last night was a success and you'd heal by tomorrow. You noticed Daryl's glance at the ceiling and knew what went through his head.

You never told him you heard him that one night before Lily was born, out on the porch smoking a cigarette and speaking out into the night sky. He had asked for a birth with no complications and a healthy child, either wolf or human.

And just like his prayers had been heard you gave birth to a healthy daughter the next night, barely a full night between your first contraction and your pup laying in your arms. "It'll take, hun." You reassured him. "And if it doesn't we'll try again." Now that you knew you were both on the same side of the plan you got excited, the bad slowly starting to melt already.

When Lily had finished breakfast it was your turn. Daryl had offered to prepare something as part of his ongoing apology and you loved to have others cook for you. And Daryl was a great breakfast cook. You weren't sure if you could ever function without his cooking anymore.

He served up a large stack of pancakes. The ones you could eat throughout the entire day and pick at them even when cold.

"You're gonna hate me for saying this, but man I miss chocolate spread on pancakes." You knew you could just buy a jar and have it when you weren't pregnant or breastfeeding, but maybe it was better to just not eat it at all.

"Yer crazy, woman. Ain't havin' any a'tha in this house when there's curious pups runnin' round." Daryl made a really good point. The pups would eat anything they could get their hands on and get seriously ill if they ate chocolate.

"Yeah, you're right. I should really swear it off, for the kids."

"Yer actin' like we can't go into town fer ice cream some time." Daryl pointed his fork at you, talking with his mouth full. "Ya know, when yer not carryin' or feedin'."

Lily kept you both up at all hours of the night every night. So much that you hadn't even realized the scratched Daryl left on you had healed overnight.

It was only when Daryl had clung to you all morning, sniffing at you and melting against your skin with his hands over your belly that it all clicked and you shrieked in excitement.

Daryl turned got in his grasp and peppered your whole face with kisses. "Love this scent on ya. S' even better than them other dads say." He kept his face buried in your neck, deep calm breaths that had you relax against him too.

Your moment was quickly ruined by Lily being back to hiccuping and whining.

"I'll go get her. I really hope she shifts soon.." Daryl stalked behind you, keeping an eye out on his daughter.

There was no progress for two whole months, just lots of crying, lots of soothing and barely any sleep.

Still, you felt fine. As long as you ate enough your energy levels were fine. You just had a harder time moving around at two months with twins. Just one more month and your pups would be born, but you still worried about Lily.

She slept in the bed with you most nights now, it helped all three of you sleep.

Except for tonight.

She cried without pause, no matter what either you or Daryl tried.

He had changed and pulled her close to his furred chest, the rumbling of his soothing purrs not even quieting the pup.

"Daryl, can't we call an aunt or something?" But he shook his head, softly grumbling something at you. "This is fer parents only." You heard his voice in your head and perked up at the sudden noise. Daryl was lapping at the pup's fur, hoping the pressure would stimulate her change as you sat there.

Powerless in that moment.

Useless to your child and partner.

Daryl's lips curled up as he let out a short growl at you. "She feels ya. Think happy stuff."

You gave a soft apology and went to stroke her fur. "You'll be fine, baby. Don't fight it." You used words you learned from books, thinking back at that first time meeting Daryl and falling hard for the man. And then those days spent sneaking around with him and the interest he showed in you as well.

And then Lily. She was perfect in any way, from the first moment you felt her presence. You reached for her and pulled her against you, letting her rest against your chest on top of your bump. "You're a strong one. I can't wait to see what little human you looks like." She still only cried softly, unable to lay still.

It was close to morning by the time she finally started showing progress. You stroked her fur and a clump stuck to your fingers. "Eh, Daryl?" You raised your hand to him with the fur between your fingers.

His ears perked up and had his face close to her in a second, nuzzling at her and watch the fur fall away as she let out a loud cry as her legs changed shape and her muzzle disappeared. Her ears shrunk and shifted along with the rest of her head and you felt her tail and spine shift against your arm.

With some more soft brushing and her crying down to hiccups she now looked entirely human.

You carefully handed her over to Daryl so he could keep her warm against his fur while you went to grab her some clothes, making sure she was covered up properly while getting used to her new body.

"We really need to go into town. She needs more clothes."

Daryl had laid her down on the bed so you could dress her while he shifted back into his human form as well.

Dressed in his shirt and sweats he picked up his daughter and stared into the large cabinet mirror, seeing the three of you like this made him happy.

"Wouldya look at us. Lookin' close ta normal." You joined him at his side and almost wanted to suggest getting family photos taken. Lily in Daryl's arms with you beside them, rounded belly on display. Daryl could stay staring for days.

But sleep was way more important now when he saw you fight back a yawn and noticed Lily had fallen asleep in his arms.

"Bed?" You nodded in response and went to pee before joining your family in your large bed. Lily's tufts of fur on the cover would be dealt with when you woke up again.

To say you all slept well was an understatement, managing to all three sleep through the entire day and night til the next early morning. Daryl was the first one to wake, being the light sleeper that he is and took the opportunity to sneak out of bed and go find that stroller he had been gifted some time ago.

You had put it aside somewhere claiming you weren't going to need it anyways since you weren't leaving the house with a wolf pup.

He found it in the barely used front door hallway and took it to the living room with him and made sure it was all good to go before you were leaving to go to town.

Daryl didn't mind to mingle, hell he even had a job of some sorts as an on-call mechanic.

But first breakfast. He wasn't letting you leave the house without at least a sandwich in your system.

You had come downstairs with Lily while he made some simple sandwiches for you both and was pleasantly distracted halfway when you slipped your top down to feed Lily.

Normally the two of you would chat of you'd multitask but now you were intently staring at the child on your breast. "You stopped biting now, huh." You commented out loud and Daryl suddenly got very aware of his staring.

He made quick work of finishing the food and set it out before you so you two could eat together.

"Ya wanna go buy her some clothes? Got nothin' planned today, would be ta go out witcha." He knew you missed getting out of the house, and he didn't mind some time together away from home either so going out to buy Lily some clothes was the perfect opportunity.

"Oh man, I'd love to!" You beamed, getting to stroll along the shops again sounded amazing. "And we can now! Because Lily's looking human we'll be a normal family!" You quickly clapped a hand to your mouth. "Okay no we are. We are a normal family." You needed words to correct this. "W.. we now just.. all look human. We.. We'll blend."

"Bun, yer fine." He had made his way towards you and rubbed your shoulder in comfort. "Ya said nothin' wrong."

You two got yourselves and Lily ready and put the folded stroller in the truck bed before heading out. The whole way there you had a smile on your face as you talked about the different shops and things to do in town all the way up to where you parked.

When you got to the first store Daryl kindly took over the stroller and let you loose, following you through the children's' section and picking out all kinds of cute items. Daryl let you toss it all into your basket and merely shrugged at the price tag.

On your way to the second store you spotted a crowd on on the other side of the road. There was a small church there and between all the people you saw them. A man in a pretty suit and a woman in the most beautiful dress, hand in hand as they made their way out the door to be cheered on by their friends and family.

"Bun?" Daryl looked around and spotted you a bit further back, having stopped dead in your tracks while Daryl talked to you to stare at the married couple. He had stepped up beside you to see what caught your attention and almost felt bad. He had mated with you, yes. But the idea of marrying you on human terms never even crossed his mind.

"C'mon. Wanna take ya somewhere." You followed his lead as he strolled along the sidewalk, stopping at a large bike shop and garage. "You worked here?" Your question had him chuckle and shake his head, before he put his one free hand on the stroller handle and moved to cross the road when no traffic passed.

Across the street and straight ahead through the front door of a jewelry shop.

"Go pick somethin' just no silver."

You were stuck. No movement, no thoughts. "Daryl.. what?" He stepped over with a smile. "Anythin' my girl wants, she gets. An' pick one fer me too."

The store clerk looked at the interaction and gave it an 'only slightly strange' on the scale of folks that came in. The man surely didn't look like the ones that usually came into the shop.

"So, no silver, madam?" You perked up at the salesman's voice. "Yes, no. Allergies." He game you a kind smile, seeing you were clearly brought here without prior knowledge.

You were shown a selection of golden bands but none of them really spoke to you. The color never suited you so you moved on to the silver colored materials. "These here contain no silver, I hope one of these suits your wishes." You took your time to really taking in all the designs and different types of stones in the rings while Daryl browsed some designer items on the glass wall. He hadn't bought stuff for himself in a while and the leather and chain bracelets and big rings in the cabinet really spoke to him.

He waved over the salesman for some items while you continued to browse the rings, having taken a few to look at closer before moving on to the next box while Daryl finished his purchase and added the accessories to his current outfit and putting the boxes with your previous purchases.

"Hey, Daryl. Come look at these." You called him over from where he stood, checking on Lily who slept in her stroller.

"I'll love anythin' ya pick. Man knows ma ring size so yer all good."

You rolled your eyes but admired his trust.

"These are without silver too, right?" You pointed at a set that caught your eye. "Yes, but know this is the most pricey box you're browsing. A soft 'oh' left your lips and Daryl spoke up "she don't mind. Let 'er pick wha' she likes."

And thus the salesman dug for the right size men's ring and helped you find yours too. You gave it a good hard look on your finger and confidently spoke 'Yes'. You wanted these.

"Lemme see whatya got, princess." You happily showed your hand to him that held the ring, and held his up for him to take. "I hope they're okay." Suddenly shy your hand trembled as you held it out but Daryl took his without hesitation and put it on, giving it a good look with a smile on his face. "Ya chose perfect."

Yeah. You really did. It looked good on his hand, the small stone in the silver colored band being just subtle enough and the black band that laid against it fit perfectly with his tattoos.

Your thinner ring held a beautiful diamond in between the two entwined black and gold bands.

But when you caught the total for the two rings your heart dropped. Still, Daryl paid like it was nothing.

It made you feel weird. You had never discussed money with the pack being so self sufficient, and extra groceries were always bought by Daryl on his way back from a job.

But you kept it to yourself.

Once outside and away from the shop Daryl opened up about your worries. "S' easy ta save money when ya barely need ta spend." He had a cigarette hanging loose on his lips. "M' the only one in the pack tha works a steady job among humans."

You went to grab a small lunch together and decided to head back home after. You had bought what you came for and quite the extras. And you were admittedly getting tired, not being used to being out this much anymore.

"So, ya had fun today?" Daryl had an arm around your waist as he kept up beside you, all your bags in his other hand.

"Yeah, we should do this m--" Oh shit.

Just as you rounded the corner your breath caught in your throat at the sight of them.

Your dad. Together with his new girlfriend and Carl too.

To say you were terrified was an understatement. You were out with the man that was part of you guys' fight, your child in her stroller and heavily pregnant again.

You broke all contact after the fight and were in no shape to rekindle that connection right now.

Michonne was the first one to speak up. "Looks like her obsession got only worse after your great idea." She gave Rick a look, who only sighed and tried his best to see the good in this situation.

"Looks like you're being taken care of." He spoke to you, looking at your wedding bands. Carl was less weird about things and was at your side in seconds. "Can I see the baby?" He wouldn't peek until you nodded and carefully rounded the stroller and said hello to your daughter.

"You two have been busy." Michonne poked her head around to look as well, looking between Lily and your belly. Daryl chimed in now, taking note of your discomfort. "The whole pack's got lotsa kids. We wanted tha' as well." It was a clear statement that said a lot more than just that.

"So, you got married." Rick's eyes were back on you. If you truly did then he was truly a horrible father in your eyes, but you shook your head no. "We eh. We just got these today. Not married, in the human sense."

Carl was buzzing with questions but respectfully kept quiet, unlike his parents who all of a sudden seemed interested in your relationship.

"How old is she?" It was Michonne's turn again now. "She's six months." You got a comical look at that answer before the looked over at your stomach. "Two months." You replied to her silent question. "One more an' they'll be 'ere." Daryl still held a protective stance around you.

"Yer not gonna look at yer grandkid, brother?" It was important to Daryl that Rick knew he still held that title, despite what happened between you and him. But Rick was having a harder time with it.

Still he rounded the stroller to look and visibly softened.

"What's her name?" It came out genuinely curious, so you answered way more kindly this time as well. "Her name's Lily.

Daryl felt you had been social enough for the day and announced his leave. Using the excuse of you needing lots of sleep to head back to the car with awkward goodbyes.

A/N: The return of the Grimes family!! There's gonna be a lot to discuss between them.

The whole way home was quiet. The conversation on repeat in your mind, all the words you didn't say and all the things you thought they'd answer.

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[dixonlvr-online]

Delicate

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Pining! Swear words! Teasing!

Genre: Fluff

Challenge: Shake and shiver / Movie marathon @flufftober / "Check that again, are you sure?"

A/N: As you may have gathered from the title, this fic was inspired by Delicate by Taylor Swift

“Yer an asshole,” Daryl groaned, lightly shoving you. You laughed, leaning into him.

“Just speaking facts, baby,” you teased, loving the light blush that spread across his cheeks. He rolled his eyes, turning away to hide his embarrassment, but you just grinned.

It was easy with him. On the off days, when no one needed you to go on supply runs or stand watch in the guard tower. You and Daryl would somehow always find each other and spend the day sitting around, talking and making each other laugh. Today was one of those days, evident by your relaxed positions on the couch, watching a shitty old movie.

“I’m jus’ sayin’, why perform some stupid song when she clearly ain’t interested? Take yer damn dignity and quit already,” Daryl said. You turned to him, mouth gaping.

“How are you still arguing this? Clearly, he likes her, for real, and that’s why he’s going all out for her. You want me to call you jealous again?” you shot back. Daryl rolled his eyes.

“I said I ain’t jealous. Ain’t no way you’d catch me pullin’ that high school shit for nobody, and it ain’t because I’m not capable of it,” he said. You smiled, watching his expression. He was refusing to meet your eyes, focusing on the screen, but you knew he felt the new tension in the air.

The two of you weren’t together, technically, but you’d known each other for so long, been close most of that time, and it only made sense for you to advance your relationship. Now that you were safe in Alexandria, it seemed like the perfect time. But still, it felt too soon to jeopardize your friendship.

“Whatever. I think you’re full of shit,” you said. Daryl snorted, ignoring your comment and placing an arm around your shoulders. You leaned in, attempting to conceal your small smile.

Sometimes when I look into your eyes

I pretend you’re mine, all the damn time

It was easy to pretend, here, that you weren’t just two survivors who’d happened to strike up a friendship on the road. That you were together, in another life, another time, when you could be just that: together.

Daryl unconsciously pulled you closer, resting his chin on your chin. You let him hold you, watching the screen, but you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Why hadn’t he made a real move yet? Why hadn’t you?

You took a deep breath and grabbed the remote, pausing the movie. Daryl sent you a questioning look. You took another breath and met his eyes.

“Daryl, what are we?” you asked. He straightened up fast, averting his eyes. You lowered your face, trying to get him to look at you.

“I mean, we flirt all the time. We spent full days together. I want to know what you think this is,” you said. Daryl finally held your gaze.

“I dunno,” he muttered. “What do you think it is?” You blushed, turning away before he could see. You knew what you thought it was, but you weren’t sure you wanted to throw your friendship away by announcing it. What if he didn’t feel the same?

“I don’t know,” you said. “It feels like it could be…more, if we wanted it to be.” Daryl’s eyes widened, and you cowered away. This is it, you thought, I just ruined it all. Why did I open my big mouth?

When he opened his mouth to respond, you cut him off.

Is it cool that I said all that?

Is it chill that you’re in my head?

“Forget it. I’m sorry I said anything. Just forget it,” you scrambled, standing up from the couch. Daryl watched you get up, confusion evident in his look. As you moved to grab your things and go, he stood up suddenly.

“Wait, no, don’t,” he pleaded. You paused, waiting for him to continue. You felt his presence behind you, drawing closer.

“I didn’t wanna say nothin’, cause ya know, I thought you might take it wrong, and I’m no good with words so I usually just say nothin’...” he rambled. You turned, placing a hand in front of you to stop him.

“Daryl, what are you trying to say?” you asked. He paused and took a breath.

“I’m tryin’ to say that…I think about ya too. And us. And us bein’ more,” he said. You felt your breath catch in your throat, and his gaze shot up to meet yours. You held each other’s eyes for a long moment, full understanding between you.

You realized it was easy to pretend you were more to him, because you were more. This was a long-time coming. You didn’t waste another moment, pulling his hands into yours.

He took a step closer, hesitant at first, but eyes never leaving you. You leaned in, relishing in how close the two of you were. He sucked in a breath as you got so close your mouths were almost touching.

“Is this too soon? I don’t want to go too fast if you don’t want that,” you whispered. As soon as the words left your mouth, Daryl was pulling your lips against his. All hesitation was out the window now as you grasped onto each other, savoring the moment you’d wanted for so long. He tasted like fire, and you felt the burn throughout your entire body.

You pulled away to gasp for air, head spinning. He leaned his forehead against yours, placing his hands on your hips.

“Nah,” he said, “Don't need no corny song to win me over.” With that, he pulled you back in, and you let yourself fall into him.

Is it too soon to do this yet?

Cause I know that it’s delicate

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[whatisreggieshortfor]

Pretend to Be Desirable

A volleyball player and an idol have to pretend to date. It should be fine… right?

Yaku x gn!reader

“You’ll be presenting a relationship together.” His publicist stated, no room for debate. “We need to give off the impression that there’s a romantic appeal to both of you, it’ll help merchandising sales and boost your popularity with fans.”

“I’m not really sure I understand.” You offered, he ignored the adorably confused pout that was already forming in your face, “Me, I get. I sing a lot about love, yada yada. But why does he need this?”

The publicist sighed, and so did your agent, “I hear you don’t spend a lot of time on social media.” You shook your head no, “Well, one of his high school teammates, someone up and coming in the fashion model world, has shared some… let’s say concerning memories about his behavior back then. It makes him seem unapproachable. To counteract that he needs to be portrayed as capable of holding a relationship.”

“So we just… pretend to date. I look desirable to fans, Y/N looks like their songs are written from their experience. I got that right?” Yaku was annoyed that it was Lev of all people that landed him in this meeting. He wanted to get back to training, the entire team was convinced he was in trouble right now. He was not looking forward to the teasing he would get when he put those rumors to bed.

“Yes.” Your agent nodded, “But it is also important that neither your team, nor Y/N’s band know that it isn’t real.”

Your brow furrowed further, “I can’t tell them?”

Yaku sighed, “I understand why I can’t tell the team. Miya and Bokuto don’t exactly scream ‘I can keep a secret’ when they open their big mouths every chance they get.”

You chuckled, suddenly not looking nearly as confused, “I see why my guitarist calls you prickly.”

He rolled his eyes, giving you a smirk, “That teammate used to refer to me as ‘demon-senpai’.”

“Aw!” You laughed harder, almost clapping your hands in your amusement, “That’s actually kinda cute.”

He absolutely did not blush, looking back at his publicist, “I’m ready to pretend to be desirable. Do you have a backstory or do we make that up?”

“It’s yours to decide. But it needs to be public knowledge for the next six months, so assuming neither of you have an ex or one night stand that might show up, you’ll want to plan an amount of time that made you okay to go public.” She shrugged, standing from her desk, “My office is yours while you work it out. We’ve already sent word to the athletic trainer that you’re here because Y/N is going to be performing at a charity match we’ve arranged for the team. When you make the announcement to them, they’ll think that you were informed separately because that’s the type of information partners share with each other.”

Without another word, the two of them disappeared out the door, and you immediately spun your wheelie chair around.

“Wheeeeeeeee!” Yaku was not a soft person, why did he want to smile at your antics? Your chair suddenly stopped, face to face with him, “Ready to make up some shit?”

Walking into the gym, Yaku was not prepared. He really should’ve been, he played with or against damn near everyone here since high school, but he wasn’t. Well actually… he was prepared to be unprepared. Miya was first, because he just had to be.

“Yaku, why didn’t ya tell us ya had some love in yer life?”

“Didn’t realize it was your business.” Yaku rolled his eyes, just knowing it was going to be a long practice.

Aran patted his shoulder, “He doesn’t have to share things he doesn’t want to, Atsumu.”

“But we’re a team, ain’t we?”

“Which performer are they?” Hinata jumped around excitedly, “Iwa couldn’t tell us.”

Shit, he probably should’ve asked, huh?

“We’re called Little Future.” Yaku spun around, seeing you enter the gym with a gleaming happiness, “Hey… darling?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah, what’s up?” Dear god, they both sounded so stiff.

You held up a bento, “I made you lunch! Meant to give it to you during the meeting, but you know how I get.” He jogged over to you, hoping to end the interaction quickly. The less time you spent with the team the better.

“‘Little Future’? Sounds kinda… pessimistic, don’t it?”

“Big word for you, Miya.” Sakusa rolled his eyes, nodding at you when you glanced over.

Aran raised his hands as the two of them started arguing, “Hey now, no fighting. Miya, be a bit nicer. That’s your teammate’s partner and they are doing a free show for charity. They don’t deserve the disrespect.”

“Thank you, uh?”

“Aran Ojiro, team captain.” You shook his hand as it was offered, introduction on the tip of your tongue as a voice called out to you.

“Y/N?” Turning you saw a friend from high school, someone you hadn’t seen much of since idol training started.

“Iwaizumi?” Your eyes went wide, rushing over to pull him into a hug, “It’s so weird seeing you without the annoying brunette cutting in!” You spun around, suddenly feeling on high alert, “He isn’t here, is he?”

“No,” Iwa laughed, “Oikawa plays in Argentina these days.”

Heaving a sigh of relief, you grinned, “Good, some ocean between us.”

“What’s up between you and the Great King?”

“Hinata, no one calls him that.” Iwa sighed, but the orange haired boy wasn’t deterred, looking at you with wide curious eyes.

You hummed, elbow propping on Iwa’s shoulder like you used to in school, “Hard to tell. Could’ve been when I had to lend Iwa class notes and he thought I was a member of his fan club. Could’ve been when I gave Makki and Mattsun tickets to a show and he spent three days blowing up my phone about why I didn’t send one for him- I finally had to threaten to change my number that time. Could’ve been when I received a confession on Valentines Day our third year and he had assumed I brought it to confess to him.” Iwa didn’t look bothered by his best friend’s old antics, only offering you a chuckle before he was introducing the team. “Holy shit!” You exclaimed when he made it to Kageyama, “You’re the kid that used to drive him nuts! The one that was better than him, right?”

Iwa nodded, grinning broadly as he nudged your shoulder under their scrutinizing gaze, completely ignoring the boy going pink in the face with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, “Remember the other guy he used to complain about? The one that always beat us to go to Nationals?”

“My guitarist actually went there! But honestly who could forget ‘yOu ShOuLd HaVe CoMe tO sHiRaToRiZaWa’?” You asked, making a face like you were being put out.

“That’s the guy.” He pointed to Ushijima.

“No. Way.” You excitedly hugged the tower of a man, even though he just awkwardly patted you on the back in return. “Semi is gonna flip when I tell him I finally met you.”

Iwa looked at you curiously as you continued to talk to the team, glanced at Yaku, and then spoke directly to Aran, “Let me borrow Yaku for a moment, I need to speak to him and Y/N about the training they’ve been doing together.”

“Oooh, training, huh?~”

“Literally fuck off, Miya.” Yaku rubbed his forehead, following the two of you to Iwa’s office.

Leaning against his desk rather than sitting down, Iwa crossed his arms over his chest and quirked a brow, “So, how long are you stuck faking this?”

Yaku almost choked on his spit, but you pouted, “Couldn’t you at least pretend I could fool you, Hajime?”

“Never once have you pulled it off, so no.” He chuckled, directing his gaze to Yaku, “What’s your story for a meet cute?”

“Train.” You offered, no longer looking as bothered that he figured you out so fast. “I figured I’d see his Team Japan sweats and strike up a conversation.”

He nodded, “Knowing you there’d be questions of what sport he plays before bonding over mutual players you both knew, yeah?”

“You got it.” Yaku nodded, he really wished they didn’t need to keep going over the details again as he watched the two of you talk. He didn’t need the reminder that he could never actually get someone like you to fall for him. He’s only known you a few hours, but he saw the way the team had already fallen for your charms. Kuroo used to tell him that people needed to grow used to him, his temper, his tendencies, something about him could always send people running to avoid him. In school it didn’t matter, he had dreams to achieve. Now he just wished someone could look at him and think maybe he was worth it.

Unfortunately, his traitorous heart had the sudden desire for that to be you, part of him glad he could spend the next six months pretending it was.

But as he looked at you and his athletic trainer, Yaku had an unsettling thought. How did he feel like the third wheel in his own fake relationship?

A month had passed in the blink of an eye- with it the charity show where you performed in his alternate jersey while your band wore fan versions of some teammates, and then two months were gone, before suddenly you were halfway through the timeframe you’d been given and life had become a different normal.

“Morisuke!”

He looked up at the sound of your voice, no longer surprised to see you visiting the gym during their breaks in training. Some days you brought him lunch, some days the two of you went out for a quick ‘date’ to be seen by the public. It left an aching in his chest how easily you fell into a familiarity with him and with his team, offering high fives and greetings as you raced over to give him a hug. Ignoring the flush that wanted to erupt in his face, shoving down the fuzzy feeling he got as you kissed his cheek, he directed his attention to you. Your enthusiasm was captivating, something about an upcoming show you had and he was nodding along before suddenly you were thrusting some kind of pieces of card paper into his hands. Tickets. “I think I counted enough out- one for each member of the team, there should even be a couple extra. I can get more if anyone has a significant other, but some would just bring each other, right?”

He chuckled, so you had noticed that, huh? “This is really generous, Y/N. Are you sure you’re allowed to do it?”

You frowned, confusion in your eyes, “Why wouldn’t I be? I bought the tickets.”

His eyes widened, “You bought all these!?”

“Of course,” you blinked, wide and innocent, and so damn beautiful, “I can’t take away the revenue that my musicians or the staff would get from them by using my connections to get them for free, but I can give them to you guys with no charge.”

He’d have to be blind to miss the way half his teammates were not-so-subtly eavesdropping, some of them had never heard your music before they found out the two of you were ‘dating’, but now it was like they couldn’t get enough. He couldn’t get enough. Always had it playing, playlists made of your albums were all over his phone. He’d give a lot to see you perform live again. Heaving a sigh, he nodded, finally taking the tickets you were still pressing into his grasp, “Yeah, okay, I’m sure these idiots will appreciate the effort.”

“What about you?” The question sounded like a joke, your smile and glittering eyes enforcing that, but something in your eyes made him think you weren’t sure how he’d feel about it.

He gave you a smirk, rolling his eyes, “Yeah, I appreciate it, too.”

You didn’t like him, not the way he liked you, but he was able to pretend the affection was real instead of staged as your smile lit up your face and you pressed another kiss to his cheek.

When the team found out you had a televised interview coming, Iwa invited them over to watch- which is how Yaku found himself surrounded by a bunch of grown men crowding a living room. He didn’t understand why they were so invested- he knew he had to watch, regardless that he wanted to, in case anything you mentioned in it was something he needed to know as your boyfriend. But they didn’t have the same stakes in it. You honestly just had them under a spell. He knew some of the players had unwittingly developed crushes on you, and he couldn’t imagine how much it would hurt him when the facade ended and you decided to move on. He would hate seeing one of them pursue you.

The interview started before he could spiral down that train of thought. (Again). He watched as you were asked about your music, influences, inspiration.

Eventually you mentioned his name. It wasn’t a surprise to him, not really, this was part of the plan. You needed to play up your ‘relationship’ for the fans.

But as a question left the interviewers lips, he could also see the way you froze and tried to play it off with a stiff chuckle, “I’m sorry, what did you ask?”

She didn’t seem phased, waving her hand to dismiss the apology, “I asked how your current partner differs from ones you’ve had before.”

Your brow furrowed, hardly noticeable to anyone but him since he had spent weeks learning you, as you tried to process what was being asked, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I follow you. Are you just asking about venturing out a usual type?”

“I’ll simplify,” something in her smile turned almost poisonous, like she was catching you in the wrong, “I have sources that informed me that before your idol training you dated a man named Matsukawa Issei. And you had a brief courtship with fashion designer Azumane Asahi. The differences between them and the man you claim as your current partner are very noticeable.”

You scoffed, the sunny disposition they knew you to have falling away. Yaku had seen this happen before, when ‘fans’ would interrupt your public outings together to offend one of you by saying the other deserved better. But he knew this would shock the team, and more than that he wanted to see how you’d respond. Your polite posture shifted, almost making a combative stance in your seat as you leveled a look at the woman across from you and she seemed to realize her mistake, “I never had a courtship with Azumane Asahi. We were and are only friends, we consistently shut down rumors there was any romantic angle to the relationship between us. As for Matsukawa Issei, as you so graciously pointed out, that was before idol training. We were still in high school, we were kids. We had thought our friendship could be more, and we were wrong. He’s still a close friend of mine.”

Clearing her throat, she still tried to maintain her original point, “You haven’t addressed the actual question.”

Rolling your eyes, you continued, “Your actual question was trash, but fine. The two men in question that you’ve mentioned are fairly tall. You want to address the difference between them and Yaku- fine. He’s on the shorter side, but so what?”

“It raises the question of how he caught your attention.” She offered, judgmental eyebrow raised.

“Maybe because he didn’t expect anything after giving garbage.” You shot back, Yaku could imagine your agent was frantically trying to shut the footage down as soon as your demeanor had shifted, but the producer didn’t seem to be budging as the camera kept rolling. “Yaku- Morisuke didn’t pursue me. I pursued him. I knew a high school friend of mine had applied for the national team, so when I saw him in his team sweats I struck up a conversation. It wasn’t meant to lead to where it did.” Suddenly there was a soft look in your eye, and he had to question how you could fake it so easily, but you were already speaking, “I never intended to develop feelings when I met him, but his height doesn’t factor into that in any way. He’s strong and he’s smart and he’s friendlier than people give him credit for and he’s supportive even when he doesn’t know exactly what I’m talking about. Yeah, he’s short. But he’s my short king. That’s all anyone really needs to know.”

He didn’t pay as much attention as the woman tried to regain control of the interview, only noticing that you called it short before they were cutting to commercial.

He didn’t notice when Iwa took the seat next to him.

Until the man spoke.

“You still think it’s fake?”

He jumped, head jerking to look at him, “I have no idea what you mean.”

Iwa rolled his eyes, “Y/N has never been able to fool me. I know when something is fake, when they’re lying. You’ve seen how they get when someone they care about is insulted. You really think that was play acting?”

“Only for a couple more months.”

Sighing, the athletic trainer patter the libero on the shoulder, “You can’t fool me either, you know that, right? Just admit how you feel.”

Yaku would sooner tell Lev that he wasn’t that bad at receives than tell you he had feelings for you he shouldn’t have.

As in: never.

When the six month deadline hit, Yaku had a sour feeling in his gut. He didn’t want you to become a stranger. Posed dates and staged sleepovers could end, fine. He could live with that. But he didn’t want to go back to never seeing you. He didn’t want to hear your name later, or see advertising for a Little Future show, and have to look back on memories of you rather than send you a text to hang out.

You were uncharacteristically quiet, sitting in the same wheelie chair as before, and he would’ve given up the dream of keeping in touch just to see you smile as you spun around again. But you were stiff. Like you didn’t want this to happen…

Did you not want this to happen?

Yaku couldn’t even listen as they talked, too busy analyzing your body language, until he found the words spitting out like vomit interrupting them.

“Y/N, you wanna catch a movie tonight? Maybe dinner?”

You blinked, shifting to look at him, “You… you wanna go out? Like a date?”

He shrugged, “Not like a date. A date. End the fake relationship, maybe start a real one?”

Yaku wasn’t one to lay things out in the line. But even as he held his breath, just waiting for your answer, he couldn’t feel a single regret lingering on his mind.

Especially when the bright and sunny smile bloomed across your face, grasping his hand in both of yours as you laughed, “Looks like someone doesn’t have to pretend to be desirable anymore.”

Dealing with Iwa’s cocky proven right attitude would be worth this.

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[ladyelissarose]

‘A Mother’s Revenge’

Chapter 8 - ‘Betrayed’

Melione’s POV

‘Rain.. fuck. Why does it have to rain at night.. or more specifically.. when I’m feeling the most nerve-‘

“Meli are ye riding wi’ me?”

That was Soap who interrupted my thoughts, as I stood by the door watching the pouring rain, ready to head out. Soap had come to see me last night, and stayed with me until I fell asleep, so I had rested well knowing he was there. Now I turned to see him in his full gear, and his hair slicked back nicely. His blue eyes focused on me as I replied honestly,

“Of course.. you know I ride with you.”

He sent me his usual dorky smile and patted my chest, 

“A’ight. Le’s go.”

But then I saw Ghost out of the corner of my eye, walking out through the other door, and I instantly knew,

 ‘Wherever Soap is, Ghost is.’

I grasped onto the strap on Soap’s vest before he walked off as I asked,

“Does Ghost always ride with you?”

His eyes told me everything I needed to know, they sank a bit as he avoided my answer with a different choice of words,

“Listen lass, you both were messed up last night and he didn’t know-“

“It still hurt like hell Soap, and if you don’t know anything then don’t say anything-“

“Ya called him a monster, Melione. And tha’s his biggest fear... so, ya both hurt each other.”

 ‘oh God.. I called him a- shit. How could I? Why did I? Why can’t I remember saying that.. or anything for that matter..’

I let go off Soap’s vest and smooth the spot I had held onto as I said regretfully,

“Fuck.. I don’t even-“

“ALRIGHT HEAD OUT!! You’re all heading to Alejandro’s base!!”

That was Captain Price who shouted at us, giving us the cue to start leaving. I was left with no words as Soap only advised me with caring words and a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Give yerselves some space eh? Until the storm clears out. Ya both are still hurt and shite, might only cause more if ye don’t give it time to die down.”

 ‘As much as I hate to wait to talk about things.. I have too. He’s right.’

“Ok.. thanks Soap.”

He tsked with a short smile,

“I’s what friends are for mate.”

“Friends?”

Soap must of realized what he said and the depth of it as he was quick to bite back,

“Sorry, ye know what-“

Laying a hand on his shoulder I put him to a stop as I confirmed,

“I don’t mind.. I haven’t had one in a while, friend.”

And his smile came back,

‘There he is..’

“I’m Johnny.”

His outstretched hand welcomed mine, but when I took it, I freely wanted to tell him mine, to have at least someone to know me, the real me. But the remembering of my name never came.

 ‘What the hell... what’s my name? I can’t be that compromised..’

Soap’s POV

‘Does she not want to share her name? Or doesn’t remember it perhaps?’

“I don’t remember my name..”

‘Ohh shite...’

Another big fear of being in a job like ours, which comes with a lot of hiding, secrets and lies.. is to forget who ya really are, even yer name. I saw the disbelief in her face as her eyes darted back and forth with mine, fighting inside to remember. I eased her storm with words I hoped she understood.

“Hey Bonnie.. i’s ok.. I know. I trust ya.”

Her eyes locked, and her breath hitched,

“you do?”

I squeezed her hand one last time before letting it go, and softly grabbing her arm to lead her out of the building.

“yes, I do. Now come on, le’s go.”

Ghost’s POV

‘I wonder if she’s still angry?’

That’s all I could think about, as I saw her finally walk out with Soap. I stood by the Jeep Soap and I were going to settle in, hoping she’d come along. I wasn’t ready to talk yet, but having her there was enough for me for now. I wasn’t a man of words.. I was more into.. touch and silent actions, I felt like they were genuine and honest. The rain was beginning to pour harder, I could see it’s works coming into effect when Soap and Meli came closer, with their hair now more shiny and lightly sticking to their skin, their clothes now having sprinkles of rain on it. Soap winked at me as he mentioned out loud,

“Ghost head in first, Meli will fit easier in the middle.”

‘Oh ok.. she’s coming with us.’

I couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief, as I saw her eyes find mine, and the smallest smile tugged on her lips. I sent a curt nod and soon found myself situated inside. I for some stupid reason, instinctively patted on the seat next to me, ready to see her settle on it. Her eyes lit up as she made the move to jump in, but an extra hand grabbed her shoulder and held her back with a set of words,

“Melione you’re riding with me. I need to talk to you.”

Graves. What an annoying fucker. Melione frowned as she asked with no emotion in her voice,

“Is it important?”

I could see his eyes glare at her as he made it very clear,

“I have a few words from Shepherd to give you. So yes, it’s important. You’ll see them again at the base, I promise.”

Her hands slowly slipped off the handle on the side of the Jeep as she looked up at me and informed with doe eyes,,

“See you there Ghost.”

She then patted Soap’s cheek and said the same, before walking behind Graves. I watched her attentively as she turned back a few times, looking at our Jeep as she approached hers. Meli’s hands were fiddling with the strings on her vest, or messing with her hair as she tried to keep it out of her face... she was nervous. About what? Who knows.

‘Graves you better not touch her.. or do anything-‘

“I hate when Graves is around Melione.. alone.” 

I agreed with Soap as he sat next to me, closing the door shut with force that showed me he was clearly upset about it. 

“I know Johnny... I do too... but she should be alright.. is she?”

Soap knew what I was referring too, as he replied,

“Yeh.. she’s still a little hurt from yesterday.. but I think y’all are good Simon... just ye both give it a minute.”

“Will do.”

“Alright muchachos! Ready?”

Alejandro jumped into the passenger seat as Rudy got in the drivers seat, glancing at us before starting the engine. He did a double take and asked me with concern,

“Where’s Meli?”

Soap shrugged and grunted,

“Wi’ Graves.”

Rudy looked at Alejandro and gave him a knowing look, that had me asking,

“What is it?”

Alejandro moved in his seat to see me clearly as he replied with doubt in his tone,

“We have a bad feeling about this... him and her.”

Soap’s jaw dropped slightly as I questioned,

“Like?”

Rudy looked at me through the review mirror as he put forth,

“Last night they were doing a lot of chatting... more than usual. I didn’t get most of it, but all I heard was him tell her to stay by his side, and that she’d be ok.. and she agreed she would-“

Soap set his attention on me as he defended her,

“But Meli doesn’t remember anything that happened last night, she only remembers what was told to her... I asked and she genuinely doesn’t know Simon... fuck she doesn’t even remember her name.”

‘What? That’s... that’s terrible..’

“I don’t know muchachos.. we’ll see what happens once we arrive at my base. Just stay alert and prepared.”

We all then got comfortable in our seats as I replied.

“Affirmative Colonel.”

I looked out the window as watched the crying heavens, my mind wanted to drift off like it did... but I wasn’t able to as I felt doubtful about Melione.

‘if she doesn’t remember anything... how is whatever Graves has planned supposed to work? Does she remember and will try to pretend she doesn’t? What game is she playing?’

Melione’s POV

“So about Shepherd.. what did he want me to know?”

I sat in between a couple of Shadows as Graves sat upfront, replying to me,

“He wants you too know that you’ve done a great job overall... and wants to know if you’re willing to cooperate with us.. the Shadows.”

‘Work with the Shadows? But I’m with the 141?’

I crossed my arms and sighed,

“I’m with The 141 Graves.. Price has given me a place there. So has their team-“

Graves scoffed and shook his head,

“You think you’ll last there? Come on Melione.. do you know how many men have lost their lives while working for them? How many orders they have defied to get what they want? They’re not as holy and great as you think they are.”

‘Ok but you work with them? Why are you bad-mouthing these guys now?’

I felt uncomfortable with Graves trash talking about the 141, God only knew how much I appreciated those guys, even Ghost. I took my knife from my pocket that was actually Soap’s, (he let me have it when he saw me eyeballing it one day) and twiddled it in my hands while looking up ahead. I dared to make a comment about him as I put forth with some sass,

“Like your holy huh? I’m sure you guys have had your slip-ups... maybe it’s not accounted for like theirs is.. but it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen, Philip.”

I let the ‘p’ pop a bit, to insinuate the words I was saying, coming face to face with him without ranks and shit. Though Graves only shook it off as he huffed with pride in his tone,

“Ohhh Melione... you’re about to learn who’s really in control sweetheart. Not everything is as it seems, trust me.”

‘Avoiding what I said... but I’ll trust you.. as long as the 141 does.’

I sat back and played with the knife as I mumbled,

“We’ll see...”

Graves’s POV

‘Why does it sound like she knows what happened with the missiles and the Shadows??... it better be that stupid drug still talking- but she should’ve slept it off by now.. fuck! You better stick by my side Melione... need someone like you that can get us through...’

It took about 30 minutes to arrive at what was once Alejandro’s base, according to Shepherd’s orders. The rain was now annoyingly so pouring harder, making everything around me much more fucking tense. As we parked I was quick to quip our as I saw Melione trying to climb over the Shadow to get out first,

“Melione stick by my side.”

She stopped mid way on top of the Shadow as she frowned,

“Why?”

“Because I god damn said so. I’m serious.”

I heard her mumble something under her breath as she now waited to get off and be on my side. We already had Shadows standing on the outside of the base, taking over what Alejandro’s men were doing. I hoped deep down that this wouldn’t go off bad, but Shepherd gave me a heads up and said it probably would.   Alejandro was already coming up to me with a glare in his eyes, 

‘Yup.. he’s not happy.’

He took a stop and looked around me as he began with an irritated demeanor,

“What’s this?”

‘Alight... lets do this..’

“This is the immediate future, step away from the gate.”

Soap had already gotten off the Jeep with his giant of a partner Ghost, and his voice came out in between our conversation,

“What?”

I pointed at him and confirmed,

“You heard me.”

Alejandro’s POV

‘Puta cabron... I knew it!!!’

I didn’t move a bit as I went on,

“You’re crazy, this is my base.”

Graves tried to sound nonchalant and it bothered me,

“It’s not a base, this is a sizable covert facility and I admire it... So I’m taking it... You boys have been relieved, thank you for your service.. Melione you stay with me-“

Melione came out from behind Graves and pulled him back by the shoulder and seethed,

“Graves-“

He shoved her back which bothered me as I recalled,

“No no no.. I don’t take orders from you.”

He scoffed and eyed me with an accusing finger,

“Didn’t Valeria say that?”

‘Ughh... I’m really hating this.. and him.’

Ghost’s POV

‘What the hell is going on... Meli?’

My attention went to Melione as I caught sight of her, and watched her while she kept her eagle eye on Graves, and slowly- like madly slowly she began to pull her gun, out of her back pocket, carefully and subtly bringing it to her side and carefully stuffing it in her pocket, but still keeping it in hand. 

‘What is up with this one eh?’

It raised my curiosity as the little banter between Graves and Alejandro went on and escalated, even Soap turned to look at me, as if to check in with me about this. I could only send him ‘the look’ before returning my eyes to the seen before me, as they went on. 

“Are you threatening us?”

“I don’t make threats, I make guarantees. So let’s not do this.”

Soap turned away and grunted,

“Im calling Shepherd-“

“General Shepherd sends his regards, told me y’all wouldn’t take this well.”

‘Wait a fuckin’ minute- Shepherd knows??’

I voiced my thoughts at Grave’s words while feeling more and more defensive,

“He knows about this?”

Graves looked at me from where he stood as he raised his voice and went on to saying nonsense of course. Melione didn’t look at all pleased but she also appeared very confused, nonetheless she never moved from her spot, its like she froze. My attention went back to Graves as he lastly shouted,

“-Why the hell are we talking about this like it’s some kind of negotiation. It’s not! I’ve got my orders, and now you have yours.”

 I could feel Soap’s eyes bore into me as he always looked for my approval on certain situations, hence like this one, especially sense it was escalating quickly and badly. Alejandro’s body language told me he was beyond pissed, as he yelled,

 “And who the fuck do you think you are cabron- my men are inside!!!”

Graves fucking smoldered and replied coldly, and emotionless,

“I’m afraid not... your men have been... detained.”

Alejandro said one more word and that’s when all hell broke loose. Gun shots and shouting began to fall into all our ears now, no longer the harmony amongst us existed.

Melione’s POV

“ALEJANDRO!! Graves- NO!”

‘WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK!!’

I had no idea what had just exploded when I saw men yelling and running everywhere. I took out my gun and tried my best to get Graves off of Alejandro but then I felt a sharp pain hit my upper arm, making me yelp as I dropped my gun. It clattered to the floor out of sight and mind when red started to gush through my sleeve and seeping around the bright, large blade sticking out of me. My eyes went wide at the sight of it,

 ‘Shit- who just stabbed me-‘

“MELIONE! GET IN THE TRUCK!!”

Graves screamed at me as he shot at who knows who as I saw Shadows and The 141 here and there. But my focus went on him as I did catch how his eye was now on Soap who was shielding himself with a Shadow. I didn’t know who Graves was trying to shoot, until it was too late.

“JOHNNY!!!”

I was ready to dart my way towards him, as Soap fell to the ground with a loud, pained shout. But Graves got a hold of my hair at the roots and pulled me back as he growled,

“What the hell do you think-“

My hands flew up to his, trying to get him off as I screamed,

“YOU SHOT JOHHNY!!-“

He yanked me back to have my face in his as he emphasized,

“I just saved your life! He stabbed you Melione!! GO!”

He shoved me away from him and I winced from what was his harsh grip, and at my stabbed arm hitting against the Jeep he pushed me into. I yanked the knife out of my arm and stashed it in my pocket as in the distance I could hear Ghost’s voice and Soap’s too. I wish I knew what they were saying, I was ready to go for them again, but I chose to get in the Jeep as my eyes fell upon Alejandro who was in it, unconscious. ‘I need to protect Ale, be safe boys.’ The biggest ache I felt was on the inside, over powering what I felt on the inside. I had heard Ghost cry out to Johnny, I don’t even know if he made it out, or if Ghost did as well. I couldn’t help but worry for them, why had this all gone wrong? 

 ‘Why did they go against each other if it was Shepherd’s orders for Graves to- ohhh wait. No...’

My heart dropped as the realization hit me.

 ‘I was fucking played into Graves’ mess.’

Soap’s POV

‘This can’t be happening... fuck at least I ran out... poor mate got stabbed by Ghost, but I know he was just trying to protect me, thinking she was trying to hurt me as well. But did Meli trick us? Lie to us? Play us all along just to betray us??’

Running off into the dark I was still able to see Melione get on the truck with Graves. That made me furious. After all this time, all that we’ve done, how could she pull this? I knew now that Ghost as well, was going to be just as pissed, and feeling confused about her too... But most of all, we feel betrayed.

#call of duty #call of duty x reader #soap call of duty #ghost call of duty #price call of duty #cod fanfic #cod x reader #cod x you #cod mw fanfiction #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw x reader #cod modern warfare #call of duty angst #ghost simon riley #john soap mactavish #john price #gaz call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mctavish #A Mother’s Revenge #a mother’s revenge

[fandomnsfw]

Not The Same Little Kid PT.1 - Carl Grimes x Reader

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader

Prompt: Notebook by Melanie Martinez; You are older than Carl and to you he was always Ricks kid but as you arrive at his 18th birthday you soon realise he might not be a kid anymore.

Warnings: none just fluff, humour and Daryl beating people like always. (Love that man👌🏻)

ENJOY!!!

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You grabbed the box off the back of the truck as Daryl picked up two more as well. You’d been out all morning with Daryl and Aaron picking up things for a party. You let out a sigh as you dropped the last box off at the pantry before going back to the truck to meet Daryl and Aaron.

“Hey Y/N did ya’ let Rick know we got e’rythin’ we needed?” Daryl grumbled as he pushed his bike to his usual parking spot.

“Why don’t you tell him old man.” You snorted pushing past him making him growl.

“If I was ya’ ol’ man yer’ ass’d be grounded!”Daryl growled angrily before storming off.

You let out a laugh before walking to Ricks house. You were looking around at all the people as you did. Honestly you couldn’t believe people still wanted to throw a party after everything that’s happened through the last few years.

You approached Ricks house before knocking on the door but instead of the older Grimes you got the younger one. You gave a him a teasing grin before leaning up and ruffling his hair as you entered the house.

“Happy birthday! How do you feel?! You feel like a man?” You giggled as you nudged him softly. You’d seen Carl grow so fast over the last 2 years you couldn’t believe how tall he was now.

“Just another day.” He grumbled instantly remind you of Daryl. You let out a laugh, cupping his face before looking at him sweetly.

“I’m only teasing Carl. You’re a better than most men here.” You muttered as you thought about your boyfriend. You guys had been dating since before Carl and his family arrived but the last year had been awful. He spent his days hanging out with a few other guys but the only difference was he was the only person in that group that had a girlfriend.

So because of that you had to deal with constant whining about how the other guys get to do this and that. Not to mention how repetitive the sex was getting. The relationship was dead but for some reason you still stayed. Maybe it’s because there isn’t many options now a days, with it being the end of the world and all.

“That include Will?” Carl snorted at you with a smirk as you drew your hands from his face in fake shock.

“Did you just flirt with me Mr Grimes?” You gasped covered your mouth like it was the most scandalous thing you’d ever said.

“Can’t blame a man for trying.” He chuckled before walking off to his dads office.

“Hey Dad, Y/N’s here to see you.” Carl muttered as he enter his fathers office with you following closely behind. You walked into the office with an eye roll as you brushed past Carl. You turned to Carl with a grin, patting his cheek softly in front of his Dad.

“Be a good birthday boy and get me a tea, please sweetie.” You smirked as he shot you a glare is cheeks reddening slightly. You spun back around as he left the room and sent Rick a smirk.

“You son is adorable.” You whispered to Rick who was rolling his eyes.

“Don’t tell him that. He a man now it’s the last thing he wants ta’ hear.” Rick snorted, laughing at you as you sat down on his office chair.

You sat discussing everything with Rick when Carl finally strolled back into the office with a glare still set on his face. He looks around the room slowly before he spots you in his fathers chair. He put the tea on the desk in front of you with a little more force than necessary.

“Why thank you Mr Grimes.” You gasped in an over dramatic southern accent. Thankfully it made his glare disappear and a smile appeared in his face. He leaned down and grabbed your hand softly placing a softly kiss on your knuckle making your mouth fall open.

“You are very welcome darlin’.” He whispered against your skin before letting go of your hand and walking out the room. You looked over at Rick, your eyes opened just as wide as your mouth as he started laughing. You shot Rick a glare.

“He get that off you? Don’t remember you having game.” You snorted wiping the smile off his face.

“I’ll have you know at his age I had game.” Rick mumbled grumpily.

You rolled your eyes at him before standing up with you tea in your hand. You took a small sip as you began working on the blueprints with Rick again.

You were working for about 20 minutes when you heard a knock on Ricks front door making you both pause. You gave Rick a frown as if asking it he was expecting anyone and he just shook his head softly with a matching frown.

“Y/N Will is here.” Carl huffed as he opened the office door letting your boyfriend into the office with a glare.

“Hey honey what’s up?” You asked softly as you continued to sip your tea.

“I’m going over to Greg’s tonight. Just letting ya’ know.” He muttered awkwardly. You knew he didn’t like Rick but you didn’t care he’d been a good friend to you and honestly you thought it was because Rick scared him.

“We’re going to Carl’s birthday party tonight.” You ground out, gritting your teeth as you shot him the deadliest glare you could muster making him send you one right back.

“It’s fine I don’t want him there anyway.” Carl snorted as he left the office shoving past Will as he did. You tried not to laugh but failed which had Carl walk backward back towards the office before throwing you a wink and leaving again.

“Well according to the charming Mr Grimes you’ve been dismissed.” You snorted sarcastically to Will as he shifted uncomfortably under your gaze.

“We’ll talk when you get home.” He muttered before leaving the house in a huff of anger.

“Sorry about that Rick.” You sighed in embarrassment as you faced him once again.

“Don’t apologise for that asshole. But I gotta ask, why are you still with him?” He asked softly as hoping not to offend you which you found sweet, it reminded you of your own father.

“Because we’ve been together 3 years and it’s the end of the world… Not a lot of options I guess.” You sighed sadly as you walked over to the couch and laid down.

“There’s better options than that.” Rick snorted jokingly, walking over to you and kneeling next to the couch. He touched your shoulder and gave you a fatherly smile before speaking again.

“You deserve better Y/N.” Rick’s words brought tears to your eyes. You missed your father so much, Carl was lucky to still have his around.

“Thank you Rick. You’re a good man, remind me so much of my daddy.” You whispered brokenly as you sat up and gave Rick a hug which he returned happily.

After finishing your work and helping with party preparations you made your way back to your own house, a few doors down, to get ready for the party. You walked through your door and within seconds he was on you like a predator on it prey.

“Why the fuck did you try an embarrass me in front of Rick earlier?!” He snapped angrily and all you could do was roll your eyes. You walked past him ignoring his childish question, making your way upstairs to get a shower.

“Don’t walk away from me!” He screamed storming up the stairs after you.

You made it to the bathroom door before he caught up, wrapping you arm forcefully and spinning you around. Ricks words were bouncing around your head as you stared up at him with a blank expression.

“Get off my arm before I break your fucking face.” You snarled angrily, suddenly you didn’t feel like being a dutiful girlfriend and apologising to him. You didn’t owe him shit and you were done letting him think you did.

“I suggest you get ready and got to your friends.” You snapped, ripping your arm from his grip and fleeing into the bathroom before slamming the door so hard, you were sure anyone outside the house at the time, would’ve heard it.

You turned on the shower as you tried to think about whether you even love this man anymore. Better yet if you ever loved him at all. You tried to wash every question down the drain but for some reason it wasn’t working. All you could think about was finally being free from him.

You knew what you had to do but you weren’t sure how you should do it. You figured you ask one of your girlfriends or maybe Rick before you did anything. You didn’t wanna be stuck with nowhere to go.

By 7pm you were out the door and up the street straight to Ricks house. You put on a massive men’s khaki green shirt, one you’d stolen from a friends house a while ago, it reached your mid thighs, cinched in at the waist with a thick leather belt that resembled an under bust corset pair with a pair of flat over the knee leather boots.

You walked into Ricks house with a smile as Abraham and Carol shouted about how smoking your outfit was, even Daryl whistled at your outfit making you snort at him. You walked over to them with and dramatic bow.

“I don’t know how you do it, but you’re the most fashionable one in this town.” Rosita laughed as she look at the shirt her eyes narrowing as if she figured something out.

“Hang on, That’s my shirt little lady!” Abraham shouted suddenly.

“Shit! I thought I’d seen it somewhere.” Rosita burst out laughing as you wiggles your brows at her.

“Sorry you’re the biggest guy here and I needed one that would cover my ass. So I pinched it from Rosita’s when I was there last. Sorry big man.” You chuckled half heartedly, giving him a wave and wandering off to talk to Rick.

You found him by the drinks standing with Carl and Michonne. You skipped over to them with a grin as you stole Carl’s drink right out his hand. He raised a brow at you as you took a sip of his beer before handing him it back.

“Don’t drink too much Grimes, don’t wanna do anything you’ll regret now do you?” You teased him ruffling his hair softly as you poured your own drink of whiskey, downing it it one gulp before turning your attention back to Carl.

“I could say the same sweetheart.” Carl quipped back, a smirk on his face as he left you there gaping at his father who was trying to hold back his amusement.

“First darlin’ now sweetheart anyone would think you’re trying to sweet talk me Grimes!” You shouted at his retreating back which made a few friends look over which is why you don’t know how he had the balls to say what he said next as he turned round.

“If it walks like duck Miss Y/L/N.” He smirked as your jaw hit the floor. Instead of replying you grabbed Ricks whiskey and downed it in one before turning your back to Carl.

Rick looked just as shocked as you as you shot him a glare. What had he been teaching his son. Jesus you could feel the blush rising up your cheeks so you passed Rick his empty glass, before taking yourself outside for fresh air.

You found Daryl out there smoking and you thanked the heavens as you approached him. He took one look at your pleading eyes and rolled his own before passing you a smoke.

“Ever get out sassed by someone younger than you?” You grumbled with a slight whine.

“No. Never.” Daryl snorted sarcastically as her stared at you and then you remembered you sassed Daryl all the time and he was old enough to be your father. You gave a chuckle, nodding just as sarcastically as him.

“I wouldn’t call what just happened sass jus’ good ol’ flirtin’.” Daryl laughed as you took a drag of your smoke.

“Too old for him and he knows that.” You grumbled with an eye roll.

“Does age even matter anymore?” Daryl asked seriously making your eyes widen. You’ve known Daryl for two years and apart from his usual grumpiness he definitely never gets serious with anyone.

“So what your saying if I should leave Will and become a cradle snatcher.” You laughed, earning a smirk off of Daryl.

“Not cradle snatching if he’s 18.” Daryl shrugged as he flicked away the end of the cigarette into the bucket of sand next to Ricks door before walking back into the house leaving you there to think.

You were putting out your smoke when you noticed your boyfriend stumbling across the road towards you. This wouldn’t end well and you knew it.

“Hey baby! Look it’s my woman!” He shout to his friends who were equally as drunk as they made there way over to you.

“Will maybe you should go home?” You tried talking softly so he wouldn’t start something here but clearly starting something was his sole intention.

“Why you got someone waiting for you in there?” He spat angrily as he caged you against the wall next to Ricks front door.

“No but you’re drunk and I don’t want you ruining Carl’s birthday party.” You hissed equally as angry as you pushed his chest gently so you weren’t cage in.

“Oh you mean the ‘charming Mr Grimes’.” He snarled aggressively backing you up once again.

Before you could say anything Will was hauled off you and down the stairs. You’re eyes widened as you looked up and saw Carl there his one eye squinting at your boyfriend as if daring him and of course Will being Will he took the challenge.

“Wooh! Who knew baby Grimes had such a temper!” Will exclaimed excitedly as Carl walked up to him, squaring him up.

You ran over to them with a glare as you got in between them both pushing your hand against there chest but that didn’t last long because Carl grabbed your arm and pulled you behind him.

“Carl just go inside I’ll sort this out.” You pleaded softly gripping the material of his shirt trying to get his attention.

“No let him stay. He wants to try and prove he’s a man. Let him.” Will laughed evenly as if trying to wind up Carl further.

“Why cos I’m a kid?” Carl snapped over his shoulder shocking you. You shook your head and stepped back allowing him to do what he wanted. You looked behind you and noticed Daryl were back outside with Rick as if waiting to step in. You flicked your head toward Carl hoping Rick would step in now but he just shook his head making you shoot him a glare.

“You got a crush on my woman Grimes?” Will laughed trying to embarrass him but before you could say anything Carl started laughing.

“Problem?” Was all he said between laughs and Will stopped dead in his friends laughter and shot you a glare.

“Sorry kid she’s taken.” He huffed trying to maintain his cockiness.

“For now.” Carl smirked at Will and suddenly everything went to shit.

Will launched at Carl but due to his drunken state Carl stepped away from him avoiding his attack, raising his hand and bringing it down so hard against Will face you actually flinched at the sound.

This only riled Will up more as he stood back up and tried to punch Carl but missing his face by inches. Carl huffed a small laugh before kicking Will’s leg out from under him before putting his boot on Will’s chest stopping him from getting up.

“Will that’s enough!” You shouted angrily as he tried his best to get up failing miserably.

“I think it’s best I come and collect my things from yours.” You whispered sadly as you stepped back further behind Carl.

“What the fuck do you mean ge-” Before he could finish Carl let out a growl pressing his foot down harder.

“We’re done.” You stated simply before pulling Carl off him and giving him a soft smile.

“Dad I’m gonna go help her get her stuff.” Carl muttered as he looked over his shoulder to his father.

“M’kay I’ll get the guest room sorted.” Rick stated softly as he gave you a fatherly smile. You felt bad but you gave him a grateful smile as Will stood up and tried to walk over to you. Suddenly Daryl was on him.

“You wanna back off sunshine.” Daryl growled as he squared up against Will, his head pushing against Will’s in challenge.

“Fine she’s not that good of a lay anyway.” And that’s all it took for Daryl to lose it. He started beating the shit out of Will. You grabbed the collar off his angel jacket trying to pull him off out he was relentless punching him again and again.

“If I see your face again, I’ll throw your sorry ass outside these walls and leave you for dead!” Daryl screamed finally letting him go. Will face was swollen and bruises were already appearing under the blood. You almost felt bad but then remembered what he’d just said to get himself into the situation.

“I think you’ll find you were the bad lay.” You snorted making Carl laugh.

You strolled past the commotion with your head held high. Vaguely aware of Carl following closely behind. You stopped in front of your front door with a sad sigh. You realised you didn’t love him anymore, if you ever did at all but the death of a 3 year relationship was still something to cry about.

“You okay Y/N?” Carl asked softly as he touched your shoulder and you were very much aware of how your body shivered at his touch but you quickly put it down as your lack of fulfilling sex life.

“Y-Yeah I’ll be fine. I don’t love him. I don’t know if I ever did.” You muttered absently as you opened the front door and walked in.

Carl followed you into the house and up the stairs as you grabbed a bag and started packing. Thankfully with it being the end of the end and all you didn’t have much to take with you, so within 20 minutes you had everything you wanted in a bag near the door. You looked up at Carl with a small smile and you saw his cheeks flush slightly.

“Thank you Carl. I know I could’ve handled it myself but I’m thankful I didn’t have to. You’re a good man Carl Grimes.” You whispered carefully as you watch his smile grow.

“Anytime darlin’.” He chuckled, lifting his hand and stroking your hair sweetly before he picked up your bag and exited the front door. You felt your cheeks heat up as you followed slowly behind him and all you could think was you couldn’t believe the man in front of you was the same Carl Grimes from yesterday.

-> Part 2

#Carl Grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x you #carl x reader #carl x you #Carl Grimes imagine #the walking dead #twd #twd imagine #twd carl #twd comedy #daryl dixon #rick grimes #michonne #judith grimes #Abraham #rosita espinosa #OC character

[reikumaz]

rei with an s/o that calls him by a cutesy nickname and enjoys using it often and around (nearly) everyone, without shame and with extra affection.

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ @midnight-moonstars’s full request found here!

note: these are silly cute little headcanons but i got a bit carried away with this concept so there's appearances from rei's friends and ritsu. i just thought this was really cute. i couldn't stop.

oh, rei does not feel an ounce of shame or embarrassment when it comes to his nickname given from you. no, he cherishes it as though it were gifted to him by one of the gods he worships. he holds it dear to his heart, etching it into the very bones that form his structure. each time he hears the name, he is reminded of your nature. you are too pure.. and all too trusting of those who are pulled into your orbit. within your eyes, this world is painted in colors of what it could be, not tainted with the dullness of reality, much unlike your counterpart. rei has seen the abhorrences of this earth, he has seen people twisted by greed and desire, humans crumble to sin, spread fire amongst peers… you are the sun that illuminates the day and bring shine to the people, and he is the moon that watches the sun.

the others around the two of you might cringe a little at how loving you guys can be with one another, with all the nicknames and public displays of affection. koga and kaoru being the main perpetrators of trying to tear the two of you away from one another.

“go somewhere else if yer goin’ to do that!” koga barks with clenched fists, cheeks blooming a scarlet color as he waves his hands, “we wanna practice not watch ya two— make out!”

you guys aren’t kissing. nor were the two of you guys touching. as a matter of fact, you had only just arrived and were currently in the door frame, hand awkwardly outstretched towards rei and his hand frozen reaching for you as you guys blink at koga. you had only called out for each other, no other scandalous deeds had taken place.

as for kaoru. well, he gets as kaoru gets. sighing and sulking about how he wished a certain someone would call him a cute nickname. then glance over at you to make sure you’re observing his antics. once he confirms you’re looking, he goes back to pretending to wipe away nonexistent tears before turning to take your hand into his, eyes gleaming as he asks if you could maybe give him a cute little nickname.

you simply just pet him on the head and call him a silly boy before going to cling to rei’s arm.

( rei isn’t an easily jealous person, he has the patience only a saint could contain. and he is used to kaoru’s ways, but in this moment, he can’t help but to flash a wicked, knowing smile kaoru’s way as though he'd triumped over him. )

and if he were to hear that nickname in a crowd of people, he shall heed to it as a devotee who only answers to whom they are devoted to. each time he hears this name, he can’t help the quirk of his lips, the calling, beckoning of his heart trapped in a golden cage to which only your hands hold the key. the voice that sent him back to humanity, the endless fuel to the flames of adulation that burn only for you.

ah, there is but one person who calls him by that name. with a steady increase in the dance of his frozen heart, he’ll turn on his heel, ready to accept his beloved into his open arms.

only to be met with a visage that is not who he hopes it to be. his lover did not have shining long hair adorned with some... eccentric bun and braid combo, nor did their clothes incessantly move around as if there were something trapped in them.

wataru hibiki…

“my oh my, what is with that scary face rei!” wataru places his hands up in surrender, “i did mention i am quite well versed in the art of vocal mimicry, correct? i sounded just like your dearly beloved just now, right~?"

rei crosses his arms, brow twitching subtly with what could only be irritation, softly sighing at his dear friend, “you wish to shatter this old man’s heart… my heart longs for my dearest. i have yet to lay my eyes upon them. you have not happened to catch sight of them, have you?”

that’s when your head peeks from behind wataru, “rei-chan~!”

his eyes instantly gleam, body perking up as he sets his gaze upon you, “my beloved!” his arms instantly open, it's almost second nature to them to automatically become a gate to welcome your vessel into his own when he sees you.

such a lovely reunion, wataru laughing at your antics, you leaping into rei’s arms, him twirling you around, passerbyers avoiding your legs.

the only person the two of you get embarrassed using loving nicknames around is ritsu. more on your behalf than rei’s. he notices you refer to him so formally if his brother happens to be around the two of you, and that you stand nearly five feet apart from him much to his surprise. it’s almost as if you aren’t his partner of many moons passed, but the stranger he had met under the moonlight in the cemetery.

ritsu likes to joke that not even his own partner likes rei with how you act around him, and with how you tend to dote on ritsu in a subtle manner, he likes to rub it in rei’s face and claim you like ritsu more. he even lets you call him “ritsu-chan” much to rei’s distress. ( he’s distressed because he wishes to refer to his brother and receive his affection, but also wishes to receive your affection and be refered to by his little nickname. )

ritsu even plays up his actions a bit to steal your attention from rei. he’s a bit tired? he must be carried by you or use your lap to rest. he hit his hand against something? oh, he’s in unbearable pain and needs you to hold it. something scared him? he needs you to hold him and let him hide his face in your chest.

this causes rei to whine, also playing up his old man act and chiding you for give more attention to the young kid rather than your favorite old soul, tells you how his bones ache from practice and he needs you to give him a massage in his room. you ask why not here with ritsu and he sighs in an exasperated fashion, pulling you away from his brother and continuing his dramatics.

“is this old man not enough for you any longer? has our eternity ended so soon? why do you not care for me as you once did? is it because i am no longer in my prime?”

when you try to protest, he simply shushes you, taking your hand into his while leading you away from his beloved little brother, “silence, little one, we have business to attend to. lest… you have forgotten the promises you’ve sworn me? old men need more attention than the youngens, they have enough youth and resilience to bounce back; we do not. now come, help me with my work,”

yes, it is quite a predicament you’ve been put in but you’re happy to just be spending with your precious rei-chan~

#rei sakuma x reader #rei sakuma #enstars #rei x reader #enstars x reader #writer had too much fun here #very much not my usual style but i loved it regardless