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miiyochi · 10 months

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୨୧ # TERRIBLE HABIT | SOLOMON

feat. solomon x gn!mc contents. suggestive ── established relationship, physical intimacy, sol is very touchy here, (very, very) light thigh riding genre. scenario, nsfw-ish ig words. 1019 note. more solomon posting bc i can’t stop myself :)

solomon.

solomon has gained this…habit. you’re not entirely sure when or where it started. maybe it started off as a joke between the two of you that just escalated and became something between normalcy and another way for solomon to both tease and embarrass you. solomon has no shame, especially when it comes to you.

so when he taps on his thigh, you know better than to ignore him.

you wouldn’t say you and solomon are together-together. more like close friends… extremely close “friends”. sure you’ve shared a bed with him a couple of times, spent the night or had moments where feverish kisses had lead you back to his room; but you were friends. this unclear stance on your relationship is something that has always gotten on the brothers nerves. they never knew whether they should pull you away from the sorcerer or leave you be knowing full well you’d find yourself back to him one way or another.

solomon knew this and used it to his advantage. every so often sol would pull a move solely just to get under the brothers skin. some are more vocal about it, mammon and leviathan mostly. putting a hand on your waist and pulling you close and silently commemorating his victory when mammon yells at him for getting to “chummy” with you. mammon pulls you away from solomon but solomon catches the longing glance in your eyes and smirks, even with distance he’s got you in his grasp.

but solomon’s favorite moments are with lucifer. solomon knows your ticks. he knows what to do to get any reaction from you. he knows your most sensitive spots, knows exactly where to touch to make your knees buckle. you’d be in he halls of RAD with lucifer, walking out of a classroom and talking about the recent lessons. solomon was in close proximity and had picked up that you were asking for help.

“Ah, mc, there you are.” solomon calls out cheerily, not missing the slight glare lucifer shoots him for interrupting. the sorcerer pays no mind to him, snaking his hand around your waist and pulling you back to him. his other hand reaching for yours, gently clasping his hand around yours. solomon leans in close to your ear, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” he whispers sweetly.

his breath hitting the back of your neck, feeling his body against yours was a sure fire way to get you feeling all nervous. solomon had done this plenty of times but, doing it in public…in front of lucifer of all demons, made you visibly flustered. “…I haven’t been far, sol” you reach down to the hand that's resting on your stomach and gently peel yourself from him, shamefully avoiding eye contact.

solomon knows lucifer is watching. he already has an inkling lucifer knows what he’s doing but does so anyway. “I heard you needed help on one of the lessons? you know, I’ve spent a good amount of time studying the very subject years prior. I can help.”

“there’s no need for that, solomon” lucifer cuts in. his voice filled with contempt for the sorcerer. ‘so he finally decides to talk, hm?’ solomon thinks, smiling in knowing that he’s figuratively inches deep in lucifer’s skin. honestly, it never took much for solomon to get on his nerves and yet, whenever you’re involved lucifer is more visibly annoyed.

“oh? you’d think you’d be a better teacher than me, lucifer ?” a slight hint of playfulness is laced within solomon’s words. he only means half of what he says.

“well mc, after you come back from the house of lamentation be sure to come back to my room. I’ll give you a more… thorough lesson that’ll make sure you won’t ever forget the subject. promise ♡.” solomon knows it doesn’t matter if you take lucifer’s invitation to personally teach you because, solomon already knows you’d choose him at the end of the day. maybe lucifer knew that too because the harsh grip he has on his own clothes and a glare that’d normally kill any mortal unfortunate enough to be at the other end of it doesn’t go past solomon. the sorcerer merely smirks and lets you go.

yes, solomon’s terrible habit is showing off his close bond with you in ways that’ll make the others jealous that it isn’t them.

when out in public, solomon likes to sit with you. or to phrase it correctly, likes it when you sit on his lap in public. he’d wave you over and pat his leg, inviting you to sit on his thigh. solomon likes this for two main reasons. first one being, he loves teasing you. it’s as simple as that. he’s a tease.

solomon would bounce his leg while no one was watching, causing some form of friction for you. sometimes you’d shift around trying to feel the most of it. other times you’d reach back and gently place your hand on his chest, turning around to mouth the world ‘stop’. solomon would only smile and wrap his arms around you, pulling you back onto him and letting you feel…him. the bastard would be half hard with you on his lap in public. god, he was shameless. depending on how you react, it’d only egg him on to continuously tease you more. who knows, maybe if you’re lucky he’d sneak a hand between your legs.

“someone’s gonna notice if you keep squirming like that, my love” solomon would whisper in such a sweet and loving tone it makes your head hurt. his hands lightly ghosting and stroking your inner thigh, moving upwards. he was terrible, the worst even.

the second reason he’d love doing this was the aforementioned one before, he loves showing off. solomon gets off on knowing he’s the only one who gets this kind of closeness with you. out of everyone, you picked him. and solomon’s a bragger, he relishes in the looks and glares of envy from the brothers who so desperately want to be in his position. solomon only shrugs it off with a smug smirk.

he really was terrible.

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malarign · 1 year

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please don’t yell at me

(when you cry after he raised his voice on you)

contains: idolbf!Sunghoon x fem!reader | genre: angst with a fluffy ending | tw! arguing, raising voice, crying, accusing of cheating, kissing (or maybe making out) lmk if i missed anything! | wc: 0,8k

reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated!!!

author’s note: i don’t really have the energy or motivation to post lately, so just enjoy this old draft i wrote a while ago 🫶 i promise the next thing i’ll write will be the heeseung request from a while ago (sorry anon 😅)

In contrast to the ride home, your voices were echoing with anger in your apartment in a heated argument. Having enough of the tension between you two you decided to finally bring up the touchy subject that had been avoided for way too long, which was Sunghoon slowly drifting apart from you.

You tried to understand him for a very long time now; their first tour just ended, and they still had lots of work to prepare for their new album and comeback. It had been weeks if not months since you actually felt close to him for more time than that one date he took you on during this time. But you didn’t want dates, you didn’t expect anything big knowing how much work he had, all you asked was just a little bit of his attention and affection. Yet he seemed so preoccupied with his work he couldn’t spare you at least one hug that lasted longer than half a minute. And when he brushed your hand off of his shoulder when you tried to hug him after his dance practice you just snapped, not minding 6 other pairs of eyes that watched the scene with horror in them.

And here you were arguing like you never did before in your long-term relationship.

“You really had to make a scene next to the guys, right? Who are you, a baby? Everything has to revolve around you, y/n?” Sunghoon asked highly irritated, after slamming the front door behind him.

“Revolve around me? You can’t be serious.” You raised your eyebrows at his words in pure shock. “Sunghoon how can anything revolve around me when you literally don’t spare me any of your attention?”

“Oh please, you’re going overboard about it.” Sunghoon rolled his eyes and watched with his arms crossed as you paced the floor.

“No, I’m not! I can’t even remember when you genuinely hugged or kissed me. I can’t remember when was the last time I felt loved by you! All you do is go to work, come home late, and leave for work again. Sometimes I doubt you still love me, because all you love is your work, or maybe you love somebody new?” you asked, not knowing how your words wounded his sensibilities.

“Enough!” Sunghoon burst out. He didn’t realize how the impact and volume of his voice affected you. All he saw was how your eyes slowly disappeared under thick tears that now cascaded down your cheeks. His expression softened and his lips parted in shock at the sight. It happened. His worst nightmare happened. He made you cry and didn’t know how to fix this situation. He froze as he stood when he raised his voice and watched as you turn around and close the bathroom door behind you.

You slid down on the floor and sobbed your heart out. Feeling pathetic you thought of all those years of your beautiful relationship full of love and communication and what it had become. For the last months, you were nothing like the couple everybody envied. Now it was you who envied yourself from a year ago.

Does it mean he really found somebody new? Were you really going overboard with this situation? And maybe you were selfish for not helping him while he worked hard for his and his bandmate’s future.

Your train of thought was stopped when the bathroom door opened revealing Sunghoon. He hunkered down next to you and you looked at him. His eyes were just as puffy as yours, filled with regret and love. He hesitantly opened his arms inviting you into his embrace. You hugged him tightly and sobbed uncontrollably, choking out quietly: “Please don’t yell at me”.

Your words and tone broke his heart, the thought of you being scared of him crossing his mind. He brushed it off and left a long kiss on your forehead to soothe your pain.

“I’m so sorry, my love. I will never raise my voice at you again. I promise.”

Both of you cried on the cold bathroom floor until he pulled away and dried up your cheeks. He looked you in the eyes seeing a glimpse of a smile in their corners.

“I’m sorry for accusing you of cheating. And I’m sorry in general. I know how hard you work,” you admitted taking his hands in yours.

“No, love, just because I work hard doesn’t give me the authority to be an asshole to my girlfriend. I’m sorry for pushing you away and distancing from you,” Sunghoon rubbed his thumbs on the palms of your hands as he spoke.

You raised your hand and cupped his cheek, smiling as he melted at the feeling of your touch. You leaned in to give him a short peck on his lips but landed on his lap when he pulled you closer by the waist, plunging into a tears-salty and heated kiss. Both of you needed that kind of intimacy, hands wandering on your bodies searching for that one spot. You pulled away, to take a breath and he whined at the loss of contact.

“Sunghoon,” you called out his name drawing his attention. He looked at you, eyes opened wide waiting for what you wanted to tell him. “Let’s not argue again. Like ever.”

He smiled coming closer to you, lips brushing your skin as he whispered: “Of course, my love.”

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discotitsposts · 10 days

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but daddy, i hate you

when spencer recieves a birthday card from his estranged father you help him deal with his feelings

gets a little steamy at the end so 18+ recommended

this is how i deal w my own feelings lol

a little background: set in season 13-14. right before spencer’s birthday. you’re spencer’s wife, you’ve been together around 7 years. You work at the bookstore that you and spencer own. (he helps you run it and is co owner, you run it together) also, Spencer and you live in the apartment above the store.

It’s a beautiful Saturday morning and you’ve been going through boxes of new books for your store before you open for the day. It’s Spencer’s day off and he’s at the counter adding up the figures and making sure everything is in order for your busiest day of the week.

You hear a knock at the front door. “I’ll get it!” You yell to Spencer. You unlock the door and the mailman hands you your mail. “Thanks Jim, how’s Martha?” You ask him.

“She’s great, she’s dropping by later with cookies!”

“Cool! See you tomorrow!” You wave bye and start going through the mail.

“Hey, hon, there’s something for you from…” You stop when you read the name. William Reid. Spencer hadn’t seen nor heard from his father in almost 10 years. He was still very much angry about anything to do with his father. As were you. You couldn’t believe he hadn’t reached out at all.

“From who?” He asks, not looking up from the financial log. He puts his pencil down and reaches his hand out for you to hand him the envelope. You hesitate but hand it to him anyway.

You watch his face drop when he reads the name and address. Oh, how you wished to take the envelope out of his hands and hold him and tell him to forget that silly piece of paper forever. He peels the envelope open, careful not to touch the seal. He feels the dread fill his heart when he sees the contents. A card that says ‘Happy Birthday’ on the front, and ‘to a very special boy’ on the inside.

“What does he think I am? A fucking child?” He shouts, making you jump. “Sorry.” He apologizes and sighs.

“It’s alright, I’ll leave you alone with that.” You start to back away.

“No, don’t. Stay, please.” He begs with his beautiful eyes.

You nod and move closer. He begins reading the handwritten message on the inside of the card.

“Dear Spencer, Hope you’re not too upset with me, I am proud of you. We haven’t talked in a while, you haven’t called. You have the number. Don’t hesitate to reach out. How is Diana? Miss you. Happiest of Birthdays. Love, your father.” He reads it off, mocking every word.

“What the fuck! He hasn’t sent a card in 9 fucking years! Why now?” He raises his voice.

“I don’t..”

He cuts you off, “I’ll tell you why, because he’s either finally feeling bad about everything or he wants something. Well I won’t call him. I fucking hate him.”

“It’s a dick move to blame you for not reaching out, but honestly? Maybe you should, find out what he wants. If he honestly just wants to talk, it might be the closure you need. If he just wants something from you, you can tell him to fuck off. Obviously you don’t have to but maybe you should consider it. I know he was an asshole to you the last time, but you know I regretted not telling my father everything I wanted to say.” You’re watching your words, his father was a touchy subject.

He thinks for a minute and then sits back down and covers his face with his hands. “Maybe you’re right. You alright to open by yourself today? I think I’ll give him a call.”

“Yeah, go ahead. Good luck.”

He walks over to you and gives you a kiss and runs upstairs. He looked like a little kid who had just been given their favorite candy.

Later, when you’re closing the store for lunch break, you hear a loud crash from upstairs. You run upstairs, afraid Spencer had fallen and hurt himself. Worse. He was on the floor crying his eyes out. He had knocked the bookshelf over and he was surrounded by collapsed books.

You carefully step over the books to get to him.

“What happened?” You ask softly, so as to not startle him. He keeps crying into his hands but removes one to take your hand into his.

“I called, told him I received the card and I was willing to talk with him. I- I tried to…” His voice starts to trail off because he’s crying so hard he can’t speak. You rub his back reassuringly. “It’s ok, take your time.”

“I wanted to tell him, I’m married, and my life is going great. I didn’t even get to say anything. He stopped me and asked what card I was talking about. Turns out his new wife felt he should speak with his son, wrote the card and sent it to me. I should have known it wasn’t his handwriting.” He’s so tired from crying he just lays his head in your lap and stares.

“I’m so sorry love.” You say while running your fingers through his hair. Anger coursing through your veins.

“He hung up on me too.” His voice breaks as he says this. It has you fuming mad even more so. How could he do that? You could practically hear Spencer’s heart snapping in two.

He’s crushing your legs, so you convince him to stand up and have him go lay in bed with you. You cover him with the blankets and just hold him until he falls asleep.

You wake up a few hours later and he’s still asleep. You slyly grab his phone and write down William’s number. You take the paper, and your jacket downstairs.

You go to the store phone and as you’re dialing the number your stomach turns. Was this a good idea? After all I’m doing this for Spencer. You think as the line rings.

“Hello? Who is this?” A woman’s voice answers.

“Hello, is William Reid there?” Your voice quivers. You hear shuffling and the woman calls “Will! Phone!” in the background.

More shuffling. Then a man’s voice. “Who is this?” He says sternly.

“Hello, you don’t know me but I-“

“Then why are you calling me?”

“I’m your son’s wife, and I think we need to have a talk.”

“Spencer’s married?” He asks almost longingly. He sounded interested. Good.

“What kind of father are you? You don’t let him know you even want to be in his life and now all of a sudden you do? When he does finally reach out you hang up on him?”

“Ok that was because I went to go talk to my wife about why she sent my son a card from me.”

This goes on for a while, you yelling at Mr. Reid for his rude behavior.

The next morning you wake up to Spencer speaking to someone on the phone. Still groggy, you’re confused and mouth, ‘who is it?’

He holds up a finger to say hold on. He’s smiling. Maybe Prentiss is letting him take the next few days off!

“Alright bye! Love you!” He says into the phone, almost giddy. He hangs up and you tilt your head confused. He has the biggest grin on his adorable face.

“It was my dad. He was calling when I woke up. I can’t believe he reached out and he apologized! Can you believe it? He’s never really apologized to me before! We had a long talk, it was nice. Really nice.” He sits on the bed smiling.

“Is that so? Talk about a change of heart.” You smile to yourself knowing what you had done.

“You know what else he said?”

“What else did he say?”

“He said the little talking-to you gave him worked.” Spencer chuckles knowingly.

“I’m sorry, I should have told you.”

“No, I’m not upset. I actually am glad you did it. He wants to come and visit us. He wants to meet you too.” He pulls you into a big hug. “I love you. Thank you.” He kisses your neck.

“You’re welcome. I love you too.” You pull back and hold his face in your hand.

“Since you did me a favor, I think I owe you one. Lay back.” He gently spreads your legs apart and repays the favor to you. All day long.

the end 💞

it hurt me so bad to write spencer crying

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celtic-crossbow · 5 months

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Chapter 10

Warnings: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SA. Please venture forth with caution. Other warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; panic attacks; allusions to previous SA

You rushed into your cell, getting into a physical altercation with the sheet over the door when you became tangled in your haste. Tossing your clothes into the corner, you scrambled up to your top bunk and sat against the wall with your knees pulled to your chest.

Carol stood by the small table, simply blinking. “I thought you were gonna shower.”

You were too shaken to produce a logical response. “I, um, changed my mind. I’ll…I’ll do it in the morning.” Had you looked at your roommate, you would have seen the clear skepticism in her expression.

“Are you okay?” She queried.

“Um, yeah. Yeah.” You answered with zero confidence. You were honestly the furthest thing from okay. Daryl had just said your name while pleasuring himself. But why? He had rejected your attempts to do what you were purchased for, assuring you that he didn’t see you like that. You had never lost that feeling of dreaded expectation, convinced that he was biding his time. Did this mean you were right? Was he waiting for you to be alone and vulnerable?

A rapping of knuckles against the bars on the other side of the sheet that provided the thinnest layer of security for you startled you from your thoughts. You could no more than watch as Carol approached the doorway.

“Daryl. Hey, I’m glad you’re here. I need to talk to you. Why are you wet?”

Your breaths came faster, your heart pounding in your ears. No, Carol was safe. Carol had promised.

“Grabbed a shower. This yers?”

Your eyes were the size of saucers when Carol took the towel and looked back at you, eyeing you suspiciously for the briefest of moments. Then smiling Carol was back, accepting the colorful towel. You realized he probably thought it was hers because of her penchant for flowers.

“Yes, I must’ve dropped it when I was gonna take a shower earlier, but remembered that I needed to…do something…else.”

Ouch. That was horrible. And obviously hard to believe since Daryl was looking at her with that arched eyebrow.

“Y’alrigh’?”

“I’m fine, Daryl. Just tired.” Carol folded the towel neatly and let it drape over her arm.

“What’d ya need ta talk ‘bout?”

“You know, it can wait. I need to get to bed and you need to get to…well, probably not sleeping because you’re you.”

“Whatever.” He scoffed, clearly not upset, and started away from the doorway.

“Night, Daryl.”

“Mhm, night.”

Carol smiled until the sheet fell closed and then promptly chucked the towel at your head. “Changed your mind?!” She whisper-yelled.

“I didn’t know! I…I didn’t hear the water at first!” You retorted at the same level. You had already started to cry, confused and embarrassed and on top of it all, scared. You couldn’t tell anyone what you had seen. Something was keeping Daryl from acting on his desires, a fact for which you weren’t sure you were relieved or disappointed.

She had no idea why you were so upset when she climbed up into the bunk with you and pulled you into her side. “It’s okay.” She smoothed her hand over your hair and let you sniffle and quietly sob. “Did you see anything?”

Fuck. She just had to ask. You didn’t want to lie to her; never wanted to lie to her. Maybe just an omission would do? “I saw…scars.” The woman holding you flinched. She knew about them. Of course she did. They were close friends. “They look like mine.” You added softly.

“Y/N, I can’t tell you about those. It’s not my story to tell. I can tell you that you shouldn’t mention them.” You sat back, watching her with red-rimmed eyes. “It’s a touchy subject for him. If he wants you to know, he’ll tell you.”

You nodded, feeling worse than you had initially, but at least it was over now. Carol patted your cheek and climbed down so you could slide under your blanket and get some rest.

Neither of you were aware of the stealthy hunter that had been listening just outside the cell.

Daryl had no idea how he was going to handle you that day. You had seen him in the shower. Claimed to only have seen his scars, which was bad enough, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew what else you saw but was left to wonder what you may have heard.

His anxiety was eating him alive at that point. Maybe he could just say no for the day. Then Carol would be asking why. Maybe he should just tell her? No! If he could see the little devil on his shoulder, he’d punch the bastard. He could say he was sick. No, that wouldn’t be smart. Not after the flu fiasco. He’d just put everyone on edge. Maybe he could—

“Hi.”

Fuck. He hadn’t heard you approaching. This whole situation really had him thrown off. “Yer early.” He commented gruffly, hoping you’d go away and give him just a little bit longer to figure out something. He didn’t turn around, he couldn’t look at you. Not yet.

“I’m…uh…I’m sorry.” You said in such a tiny voice that even he felt like shit. “I was, um, helping Carol with breakfast and, um, well, I didn’t have anything else to do, so I thought that m-maybe I could just go work on what you showed me yesterday until you were ready.” He could hear you moving around but then you stilled. “You, uh, you left this with me yesterday.” He knew he’d left the knife. He had wanted you to have it, something to make you feel safe. But he couldn’t just say that, could he?

God, he was in over his head. Why the fuck didn’t Carol just let him stay away from you?

He glanced over his shoulder to your petite hand, carefully holding the blade with the hilt toward him. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t have a chance to ask.

“I didn’t, um, well…I wasn’t sure if you’d have me, uh, use it again today. So… I- I cleaned it for you.”

Why did that small gesture make his chest ache? Idiot, she’s bein’ nice. Girl still thinks ya bought her fer ya ta fuck n’ lock away. Daryl cleared his throat. “Nah, s’yers. Don’ need it no more. Got others.” Hopefully you took that as him being anything but nice.

“Wow, th-thank you, Sir.” He clenched his fists and closed his eyes, counting down in his head. “I mean, I mean Daryl! I’m sorry.” You squeaked before he could even get to seven. Jesus, you sounded so afraid of him.

He grunted, crossing his arms. Yep, that’s gon’ help her not be scared. “Le’s go, then.” He walked away toward the fences, not hearing your quick footfalls for a few moments. You tended to stay behind him, which he was grateful for and at the fences, you would be in front of him and clearing out walkers. That was also helpful. He was too concerned with safety to focus on anything else.

When he stopped, he nearly flinched out of his skin when you actually came to stand beside him. Peripherally, he could see your big doe eyes shining up at him. “Same as yesterday?” You asked quietly.

“Mhm.” When you walked ahead, he exhaled. Jesus, he needed a cigarette. He kept his eyes on you while pulling the pack from his vest pocket. From the feel of it, he’d need to make a run soon if he wanted more. There was probably a list of supplies that others needed, so he could take care of that while he was at it.

He flicked the lighter to life and inhaled while the end of the smoke ignited, the first dregs of nicotine soothing his frazzled nerves. Christ, he’d never experienced this kind of inner turmoil over a woman before. Any sexual encounters he’d had before were no strings attached and usually only happened as a distraction while Merle was off getting high or getting fucked himself.

“Again.” He ordered with smoke billowing from his mouth, blowing the remainder out once you moved to the next walker. You were off that day, your movements languid and uncoordinated when compared to the day before. The reason was obvious but you weren’t aware that he knew. Still, you pressed on each time he urged. You were pertinacious, he’d give you that.

Until you came face to face with a corpse that appeared to be recently turned. Daryl straightened, on alert while you drove the blade home. He figured you’d have difficulty retracting the weapon from a skull that wasn’t soft with decomposition.

“It’s stuck.” You turned to him for instruction, taking your eyes off the undead trying to get at you. A second was all it took for rotting fingers to find purchase in your tresses, yanking you against the fence.

“Shit!” His cigarette fell, forgotten, his knife in hand. You were screaming, teeth clicking in your ear as another walker locked a fist in your hair. You released the knife in flight response, reaching behind your head for only a moment before Daryl was grabbing both of your wrists to pull them away from the jaws that would have easily taken a finger or two. He sliced through the fingers holding you and pulled you away from danger.

Though you had stopped screaming, your sobs continued. The archer held you against him with one arm and pulled your knife free with his other hand, allowing the dead bastard to fall. He let the weapon clatter to the ground. He could come back for it later. “Y’alrigh’? Ya bit?”

Your hands were fisted tightly in his vest, your knuckles white. There were no visible marks, but it would be a good idea to let Hershel look you over anyway.

“C’mon. I gotcha.” He never made you let go even after he scooped you up. Carol was running toward him and met him halfway to the prison.

“Daryl, what happened?!” She was petting your hair and whispering softly while keeping up with the archer’s pace.

“Couple walkers grabbed her. Don’ think she’s bit but doc should look at her anyway.” He kept his blue eyes on the door, avoiding the bundle in his arms.

“Yeah, good idea.” Carol continued to try and calm you. “You’re okay. Daryl’s got you and I’m right here. You’re okay. Try to catch your breath.” When you didn’t, his friend looked to him. “She’s gonna hyperventilate if we don’t calm her down.”

Fuck. He stopped just outside the prison, still not looking down. “Y/N. Can ya feel me breathin’?” An almost imperceptible nod against his chest. “Wantcha ta try n’ match mine.” You struggled as he began to move, stepping inside once Carol opened the door. You still trembled but your panicked breaths were slowing.

“That’s it.” Carol encouraged. “Keep trying to breathe like Daryl. Steady in and out.” She placed a hand on Daryl’s shoulder and squeezed then ran ahead, calling for the veterinarian.

Daryl was approaching the cell block when you looked up at him, face red and cheeks wet. “I’m…I’m sorry, Daryl.”

Your apology befogged the archer. “Wha’ the hell fer?”

Your lip began to quiver just as he risked a glance at you. Shit.

“I…I m-m-messed up tr-training.”

The archer’s eyes softened. It would have been impossible to prevent it. “We all have close calls.” He explained, his tone almost gentle. “I fell down a ravine once n’ stabbed myself with my own bolt.” Carol was at the cell door waiting when he came walking through. “Jus’ gotta keep yer guard up, okay?”

You nodded, finally releasing his vest to wipe at your mess of a face. Daryl placed you on the table for Hershel and stepped back next to Carol.

“I’ll stay with her.” She said, not taking her eyes off of you. “I think Rick found some people today and brought them back. Think he may need a hand?” Daryl hummed but stayed rooted to the spot he occupied. “She’ll be fine, Pookie.” The point of her elbow found his ribs, resulting in a scowl aimed in her direction. “Go on.”

He couldn’t stay. Carol knew that too. You were likely to need to be undressed. Daryl turned and made his way out. “Lemme know.” He said without stopping, hearing Carol’s dismissive ‘mhm’ before he rounded the corner.

Hershel had declared you to be in better health than you had been when you first arrived. You’d gained a little weight. Your hair wasn’t as dull. Your skin wasn’t as dry. In his opinion, your time spent there had done wonders. No injuries from the day’s disaster, aside from the emotional distress. He had recommended a light sedative and rest for the remainder of the day, but you insisted that you had more to learn, hopped off the table, and went to find Daryl.

It was early evening, plenty of daylight left for more time at the fence. You were nervously wringing your hands as you searched outside without luck, venturing to areas you’d never been without Carol. Even in the daytime, the empty sections made your skin crawl.

There was a stretch of concrete around one side that dipped into a wide alley of sorts. Carol would take you there sometimes to work on laundry when your anxiety was at distressing levels. It was unlikely you’d find Daryl there but it made sense that if Carol would bring you there for solitude, maybe the archer would visit for the same reason.

You rounded the corner, looking over your shoulder to see if anyone you were familiar with was outside. You felt on edge going out of sight without someone escorting you. When you walked right into someone, you thought it was Daryl for the briefest of moments.

“I’m so sorry!” You looked up to lock eyes with a man you had never seen before. “I didn’t… I-I’m sorry. I should—” You started to turn. Your heart was thundering behind your ribs.

“Oh, hey, hey, hey!” The man placed a large hand on your shoulder and squeezed, the pressure uncomfortable, bordering on painful. “What’s your hurry, princess?” Your mouth moved but you couldn’t make your voice work. “Hey, Marvin, c’mere!”

“Who’s this?” The second man asked, reaching toward you to twirl a strand of your hair around his finger while the first led you further into the alley. “She’s awfully pretty, Lonny.”

“She sure is.” Lonny’s hand left your shoulder to wrap around your waist, pulling you along beside him. “What’s your name, doll?” You didn’t answer. You pressed the heels of your shoes into the concrete, trying to slow the journey or make him lose his grip.

“Lonny and I are new here.”

“Mhm. That, we are.”

“Came in with a group today. Maybe you could give us the official welcome celebration.”

“I need, um, I need to get back. Daryl. He’s gonna be looking for me.” You lied, hoping they had met the archer. You were nearly certain no one would fuck with you if they thought Daryl might come in search.

“Daryl. Daryl. Which one was that, Marv?”

“The guy who asked us how many people we killed?”

A hand wandered down your side and then under your shirt, roughly caressing the skin below your ribs. You made a distressed noise in the back of your throat, struggling in earnest to get away. Both men chuckled at your efforts.

“Nah, I think it may have been mister crossbow.”

“You know, it’s funny. We got in here on a technicality.” You managed to slip out of their grasp, not waiting a single second before running toward the corner.

“Help! Carol!” She had promised. She promised. “Hel—”

Something slammed into you from behind, sending you tumbling to the ground. You caught yourself on your palms, feeling the sting of the unforgiving concrete. Marvin crawled up to press you down with the weight of his body, laughing when you began to sob.

“Y’see, we never killed any of them girls.” He licked the shell of your ear, the sound alone making your stomach turn. “We did what we wanted and then left ‘em for the dead to enjoy.”

“Get her pants off.” Lonny ordered. You could hear the shuffle of clothing, the frictional drag of a zipper. You kicked and shouted; tried crawling away when you had no time to get to your feet.

“Keep her still!”

Your hair was tugged harshly before your face was slammed against the ground. White hot pain permeated through your skull before a blissful numbness. Time seemed to pass in clouded fragments, pieces missing that left the events incomplete. The feel of fabric sliding down your legs. Muted voices and laughter. Pain, dulled but consistent.

A brief reprieve of just nothing.

Your eyes peeled open slowly, the pain registering before your vision gave you anything but a blurry mess of colors. There was a wet burn between your legs, which were bare and being scraped by the rough texture of the concrete. You managed a whine and pulled your hands up beside your head, clawing at the ground to try and drag yourself away from the rough digits scratching against your inner walls.

“Don’t fuck it up too much, man.”

“Looks like someone already did that.”

The sob that broke from your lips was accompanied by a wrecked version of ‘ow.’ There was blood below your face, you could feel its stickiness on your skin; the way your tears carved through it.

Carol had promised. You were meant to be safe now. The fight drained from you, your training hooked and pulled to the forefront of your addled brain. Your body didn’t belong to you. Let them use you. That’s what you were made for; that was your purpose.

You closed your eyes.

“Ya got less than one goddamn second ta move away from her ‘fore I put a bolt in yer brain.”

Your eyes snapped open, your lips parting to breathe out one word.

“Daryl.”

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wanderersbell · 1 year

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hi can i please ask for some scara angst to fluff? maybe like an arguement? anything is fine :) imgoing insane your writing is so good 💜💜💜💜

when you have an argument

wanderer x gn!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1312

a/n: hi thank you for the request! sorry if it's a bit messy, writing arguments is a little harder than i thought as someone who is very non-confrontational, but i definitely want to get better at it in the future (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ enjoy!

arguments don’t happen nearly as often as you might think. not full blown ones anyways, bickering is a daily occurrence between the two of you, but they’re full of empty words and sarcasm that has become an inside joke over time.

however, even with all of the progress he’s made, the wanderer’s short temper is very much still an integral part of him. when those moments present themselves, you always find yourself at a loss.

when those bad days happen, it’s like he’s an entirely different person. his usually empty threats seem to be full of venom, and he won’t engage in any of your typical antics with you. it goes left unsaid that it’s no doubt related to his past, but even that remains a mystery to you still, so you never know how to approach the situation.

on one hand you know you can only do so much, you can’t force him to open up if he’s not ready and he has every right to want to be alone, but he won’t leave you alone on these days. he follows you around like a shadow, like he’s waiting for you to do something, but you have no idea what.

you know better than to take it personally by now, but it’s an exhausting ordeal all the same.

“stop doing that.” he snaps, sending you a sharp glare.

“stop doing what?“ your tone grows increasingly more frustrated by the second from trying so hard to grasp onto the loose ends that make up the wanderer, just to find them too short or entirely broken altogether.

“acting like you understand,” his voice is strained and just bordering on a shout, as if it’s taking every ounce of his willpower not to yell. “just give it up already, quit trying to make me feel better. you can’t just magically fix what already happened.”

you inhale sharply at his words and dig your nails into your palms in an attempt to keep yourself calm, the dull pain just barely doing it’s job to clear your head and let you think. this argument has been building up for weeks, silently growing bigger in the background every time something from his past started bothering him and he became defensive when you tried to help.

he’s been through a lot, has a past so full of pain and grief that you’d never be able to comprehend it, it’s only natural that it would be a touchy subject so you know it’s only partially his fault, but the issue lies in the fact that he’ll get equally as upset if you don’t help and give him his space instead. there’s no way to predict when these things will come up, and no way to predict which side of him you’ll see because of it. sometimes he’s receptive of your attempts at comforting him and lets himself be vulnerable with you, but the rest of the time, this happens.

“what, so you just want me to stand here and ignore you every time you have a bad day?” you ask with more sarcasm than you intended, any possibility of this conversation happening peacefully being snuffed out on the spot.

the wanderer scoffs. “isn’t that what you do anyways? you sure don’t seem to care most of the time.”

“you-“ the words nearly get caught in your throat as they rush out of you. “because you never tell me anything! how am i supposed to know how to help when you don’t want me to help?”

his eyes narrow as you say this and the intensity of the rage simmering in his irises sends a spike of fear down your spine for a split second. “i don’t want your help, so mind your own business.”

you can only watch quietly as he turns and storms off, probably to calm himself down or take his anger out on something else, and heave a defeated sigh at the whole situation. your heart aches for him as you walk back inside of the house and curl up on the bed by yourself to wait for him.

it’s hard to even be mad at him for lashing out like this, given it happens so rarely and you know he doesn’t mean it, but you also know that you don’t deserve to be treated like that so it leaves you conflicted and bone tired as the day fades into dusk while you lay unmoving on the soft blankets.

when he finally returns a few hours later, his footsteps are light and apologetic as he walks through the door. his eyes are rimmed with red like he had been rubbing at them, and when he notices you laying in bed his face falls and he approaches hesitantly as you sit up. you stare at him wordlessly for a few seconds before finally breaking the silence.

“are you okay?”

his eyebrows shoot up like he wasn’t expecting the question and he blinks at you twice in surprise. ��you’re… asking me if i’m okay?”

when you nod and tilt your head in confusion he brings his hand up to his forehead and exhales heavily. “of course i’m okay, are you okay?”

you hum affirmatively without even thinking about it and he clicks his tongue before setting his hat down and sitting beside you. “liar,” he says softly. he frowns down at his hands and you can tell he’s trying to sort out his words, so you give him a few moments to do so and cant help but fidget with your top while you wait.

“i know i over reacted, and i'm sorry,” he finally starts. when he turns his gaze to yours his eyes are full of sincerity, but there’s a deeply rooted sadness behind them as well, one that gives away how fed up he is with himself. “why do you keep me around, even when i act like this?”

the answer comes to you so easily you aren’t even thinking when you reach out and grab his hand in yours. “because you’re important to me.” you respond earnestly, lightly squeezing his fingers. his frown deepens for a moment before disappearing altogether.

“that’s foolish.” he sighs, trying to ignore the warmth in his cheeks from your touch. “what if i can never open up to you?”

“you don’t need to,” you respond honestly. the wanderer gives you a doubtful look but waits for you to continue. “you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, i just need to know what i can do to make it better.“

he gazes down at your joined hands with a twisted pout. “and what if i never get better?” he asks quietly and so hesitantly that you almost miss it and you can hear the centuries of hurt in the way his voice quivers. his eyes follow as you slowly lift his hand to your lips and press a soft kiss against his knuckles. “you will,” you whisper against his skin while the tension melts off of his face.

instead of saying anything else, in a rare moment of him initiating physical contact, he lets his head fall forward until it lands in the crook of your neck, his arms snaking their way around your waist to hold your body against his tightly. you immediately relax into his embrace and rest your head against the top of his, arms curling around his shoulders firmly.

“i’ll keep trying,” he mumbles against your neck, his warm breath fanning over your skin. you can’t help but smile softly and hold him just a bit tighter, thankful to have him back home after being alone for most of the day. though things still remain unfixed, and many more arguments are sure to come as he continues to heal, you know with absolute certainty that you’ll get through it together.

#requests! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #my writing

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veroniquesboutique · 4 months

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Kinkuary Day 31 - Monster Fucking

For Kinkuary day 31!

Yuta Okkotsu x cursedspirit!Rika Orimoto x AFAB!Reader

Content warnings: AFAB!reader, female reader, monster fucking, intoxication, oral f-receiving, oral m-receiving, facesitting, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation m-receiving, PV sex, unprotected sex, strangers to lovers, cum inside

And with that, the Kinktober 2023 season comes to a close!!!!

18+ Minors DNI

More Under The Cut!

"I like your Halloween costume,” You yell, slurring a little, as you lean across the kitchen counter in the loud house party you’ve been at all night. The man - barely, if you are being honest - looks back at you with surprise in his eyes. He’s dressed in a very fitted outfit, a white jacket and blue slacks, and is gripping the strap of a weapon harness with the grip of a katana sticking out the back. Above him, a looming gray mass stares down at you, an intricate, unblinking puppet with the largest teeth you’ve ever seen, and it seems to be attached to his shoulder from the way it’s sitting. It must weigh a ton, and you can’t help the fact that your eyes keep glancing up to it.

The music at the party is almost too loud and the drinks almost too strong for you to hear his response, but you lean in a little closer to make out the words. “My costume?”

You smile then. “Yeah! That puppet thing is really cool! Did you make it?” You ask, pointing up at the gray figure, and now it’s teeth are dripping with some sort of water feature. “It must have taken you forever.”

“My puppet?” He seems confused before he’s turning slightly and staring at the thing nearly hovering above him, and when he brings his eyes back to yours, he is less confused and more shocked. “You can see her.”

“Of course I can! She’s kind of taking up the whole party,” You laugh, sipping down the sloshing liquid in your fourth - fifth? - red solo cup full of who knows what. This thing puts your angel wings and tiny sequin dress to shame. “What are you supposed to be?”

He considers your face for a moment before putting his hand on your arm and pushing the drink away from your mouth. “This isn’t a costume.”

“What?”

“This isn’t a costume!”

“What?!” You yell, the music feeling like it gets louder every time he tries to talk to you. He shakes his head and leans in further.

“I’m Yuta Okkotsu,” He finally relents, putting his hand out, and you can hear this one.

“Yuta Okkotsu, nice name,” You lean in yourself, and for you, it’s not about how well he can hear you. While the first thing you noticed about this guy was the giant puppet thing he had, the second and more important thing was just how unbelievably attractive he was. You offer your own hand and name to him, and soon, your fingers are lingering against his as you give him a polite smile. “Yuta Okkotsu, what do you do for work?”

Work seems to be a touchy subject because all he’s able to do is open and close his mouth over and over again for a long while. “It’s a long story,” He says after a moment, looking down at where your hands are touching, and the mysterious act is starting to grind your gears a little bit, but you’ve done a lot worse for some mediocre dick with fewer drinks in your system. No one can ever say you’re not determined.

“I’m still in school,” You hiccup a little, “Masters degree.”’

“Wow. In?”

“Whatever will make me the most attractive,” You smile deviously, quirking an eyebrow at him as your fingers come up his arm a little bit.

The way you’re being so forward brings a blush to his face that softens his features; it makes him look quite young, and you wonder for a minute if he’s younger than you are. Before you can talk yourself out of pursuing him further, though, you hear a sharp hiss from above. You glance back up at the puppet on his shoulder, and either the drinks are really hitting you hard now or she got closer to you. It seems her teeth are now dripping with saliva down onto you, and it sends a cold chill down your spine and makes your breath catch in your throat. You’re close to dipping, bowing out, when his hand finds your arm. His touch is gentle, and it brings you back to him, down to Earth. He’s smiling softly at you when you finally look at him.

“Would you like to go upstairs?”

Easy is as easy does or whatever that saying is.

Continued on AO3...

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sasageyolevi · 1 year

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getting the hang of it

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content : armin x fem!reader , slightly angsty , mentions of breastfeeding , infertility , and children ofc

a/n : hey !! this is my first armin one shot , so please let me know if you enjoy and give me any feedback if you want to !!

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the soft, yet loud cries from your baby girl echoed within the bedroom walls, tearing you away from a decently peaceful sleep. the clock on your nightstand displayed that the time was 4:13 am. you groaned slightly due to exhaustion, but you knew that you couldn’t leave your newborn hungry, which was most likely the reason why she was crying.

you slowly left the bed, not wanting to wake your husband up beside you, but he ended up stirring anyway due to the little one’s cries.

shifting on the bed, armin turned towards your figure, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“she alright, babe?” his concerned voice was a mixture of exhaustion, morning voice, and tiredness.

“yeah,” you nodded. walking back towards the bed with the baby cradled in your arms. “i think she’s just a little hungry.”

armin’s eyes carefully glanced up at you, knowing all about the physical and mental struggle that you were experiencing with trying to breastfeed. you were frustrated with yourself, confused as to why all of the other first-time moms you had talked to had been able to do it from the get-go, when you hadn’t even been able to do it once.

in the two weeks since your daughter was born, she had been feeding off of bottles, which obviously wasn’t bad for her at all, but it made you feel frustrated and annoyed that you couldn’t feed her yourself.

“want me to go grab a bottle, baby?” armin tentatively asked, knowing it was a touchy subject for you.

“no, no. i wanna try.” you had said this at least once a day at this point, and your husband knew that your patience was running very thin now.

“okay, i’m right here if you need anything at all.” he watched as you removed your shirt and the straps of your nursing bra, which you wore at all times simply just because it was comfortable for your sore breasts.

guiding your daughter towards your exposed nipple, you attempted to get her to latch on, which was the main issue with not being able to breastfeed.

you let out an annoyed sigh, ready to give up after a few minutes.

“angel, it’s okay. just take a break and let me give her the bottle, m’kay?” armin attempted to console you by rubbing his hand along your back, but instead, your eyebrows furrowed, seemingly bothered by something he had said.

“no, ‘min. i can do this, just give me time. please.” your voice had a slight hint of annoyance, which tore your husband up a little, as he just wanted to help.

however, time kept passing and as much as your baby kept opening her mouth for your nipple, she just wouldn’t latch on.

“come on, little one, please.” you tried to encourage her, but to be honest, you were stressed and frustrated with the whole situation.

“here, sweetheart, how about i call the consultant from the hospital? maybe she could help a little bit?” in the hospital, when you had first found it hard to breastfeed, the staff brought in a lactation consultant. obviously, you still weren’t able to breastfeed when you were discharged, so she gave you her number so you could call when you needed her.

“no, armin! it’s four in the morning, she’s probably asleep right now! god, use some common sense for once and mind your own business!” you yelled at him, immediately feeling bad when he shied away from you, turning the other direction before making up some excuse to enter the bathroom.

you felt horrible for lashing out at armin like that; he didn’t deserve it at all. you knew he was just trying to help, but you didn’t want to seem weak in front of him. you wanted so badly to be able to provide for your baby like everyone else could, but this feeling of hopelessness turned to anger towards your husband, which wasn’t fair to him at all.

after a few minutes, you were about ready to give up, until armin walked back into the bedroom with a melancholic look on his face.

“hey, ‘min, come here,” you motioned for your love to join you back on the bed, so he hesitantly crept over to your side. “i’m so sorry, baby, i didn’t mean to get angry. i know you’re just trying to help, and i shouldn’t have gotten angry about that.”

he nodded, his hand finding your back again as a form of comfort. he could see the tears threatening to fall from your face, getting fed up with the whole situation. “it’s okay, i forgive you, sweetheart. i just want you to know that i’m here for you through this, okay? you two girls mean the world to me, and i would do anything to make sure you guys are safe and comfortable.”

your bottom lip quivered at his statement before the tears finally escaped your waterline, pouring down your face as you sobbed in front of him. your gasping breaths made his heart ache, as he just wanted to help you so badly and hated to see you cry.

“hey, hey, it’s okay baby, let it out. i got you, angel, i’m not going anywhere.” you allowed yourself to lean into him, gripping his arm for stability as he continued to draw circles on your back.

“breathe, baby. take some deep breaths for me.” he helped you breathe in and out, counting as you stabilized your breathing together.

you sat back up, staring at his face. “i just don’t know why i can’t do it, armin. why is this so much easier for everyone else but i just can’t do it?” you sobbed into his chest as he took your daughter from your arms, allowing you to curl up against him. “it’s like my whole body is broken at this point, from not being able to conceive, to this!”

armin simply kissed your forehead, comforting you through your breakdown. he knew that conceiving was a hard process between you two. you had been trying for nearly a year and a half before your doctor confirmed that there were a few complications with your ovaries, which made it very difficult to release an egg.

they said that having a baby would be like a miracle, a miracle that you were about to give up on before armin helped you come to the decision to try a few more times. thankfully, one of those times gave you your little miracle baby, who your husband was holding in his arms right now.

both of these issues kept a massive weight on your shoulders, subconsciously forcing you to believe that you weren’t good enough for both armin and for yourself. not being able to do a function that your body should be able to do was incredibly mentally deteriorating, and armin knew that.

still, he loved you just the same and would never even imagine treating you differently.

“angel, please don’t be so hard on yourself. i know it’s not coming naturally, baby, and i know that you feel like you aren’t enough for me, and that’s not true in the slightest.” it was always known that armin had a strange ability to read your mind, yet every time he did, it still managed to surprise you.

“i know it’s been difficult for you, but i also know how strong you are, and that you’ve been trying your absolute hardest.” you sniffled at his comments, trying to maintain your composure. “let’s try this one more time, my love, okay?”

you nodded, sitting back up and taking your baby from his arms.

finally, your daughter moved closer to your nipple, moving her mouth open and closed as if she was almost there. you shuffled a bit, attempting to fit your nipple into her mouth before she eventually wrapped her tiny pink lips around it.

your breath hitched in your throat, realizing how close she was to getting the milk before she started to suck, finally latching on. you let out a large, happy sigh and glanced towards your husband, who was already looking at you in wonder.

“she did it.” you gasped, throwing your head back in exhaustion.

“you did it, baby.” he cooed, speaking to both of his girls. “im so proud, angel.”

“i love you, armin.”

“i love you too, my love.” he pulled his lips towards yours for a passionate kiss. “how is the -uh- experience?”

“it feels really strange, like a warm tingly feeling? i don’t really know how to describe it.” you laughed, leaning slightly towards armin’s shoulder.

his arms wrapped around your body as he stared down at his daughter who was happily enjoying her feeding session, tiny hands on his wife’s breast.

“she’s real lucky,” armin smirked, staring down at you. “having mommy’s boob all for yourself, huh?”

“shut up.” you lightly smacked his chest at the dirty joke before continuing to rest your head on his shoulder. he let his fingers flow through your hair, giving you occasional kisses on your scalp.

you smiled, resting peacefully as your daughter finally unlatched from your nipple, bringing her to armin’s shoulder so he could burp her.

your little family had never been more perfect.

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#armin arlert #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot armin #armin x y/n #dad!armin

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xlovelybluebellex · 2 months

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This is a silly idea but while adam in the meeting trying to prevent Charlie's idea here and is about to curse but stops before he does cause out tottles his little dressed in their adorable blue footie pajamas with stars on it ready for their nap... then one of the angel above curses and right at the same time both Charlie and Adam yell " Don't you curse in front of them!" and they share a bewildered look at each other while the little just plops down in front of Adam and makes adorable grabby hands wanting to be picked up and vaggie is just soo confused!

Ugh I can see this happening.

Adam is a guy who’ll not give a flying fuck about language, scary movements, or anything that can be viewed as remotely not child friendly. HOWEVER. The second it’s his little, forget it.

So this means, no swearing, no quick movements, no one is even allowed to look at his kid for too long. He loves his little more than anything, as they’re one of the only people who’s never left him as Eve and Lilith..well, it’s a touchy subject for him.

So now he’s in court and just over this bs, and here comes his little, just toddling out. Little blue onesie with stars and everything. And I can just see his little going “Daddy nap time!” in the sweetest little voice ever. Maybe even rubbing their eyes out of being tired.

Adam’s much calmer now, no longer swearing. Then he hears someone else curse above him and OH HEAVENS NO. He just whips around and at the same time, he and Charlie are yelling at this random angel. Then they share a look, but more of understanding. Charlie may dislike Adam, but she knows what it’s like to have a little *cough* VAGGIE *cough*.

And now that Adam’s turned fully around he has this little right in front of him. Big eyes and all, most likely holding their stuffy and a little story book cause hello??? Stories are mandatory. So Adam just grumbling to himself, but scoops up his little and tells Lute to take care of this shit while he takes his baby to bed.

Meanwhile, Vaggies just like :0. No clue whatsoever that Adam could even tolerate a little, much less have one.

#age regression #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin hotel

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strniohoeee · 6 months

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can u do the pregnancy scare but she actually ends up pregnant and decides to get an 4bortion? she's not ready to have a baby and the triplets are very supportive

you can choose to do it with matt or chris

Unplanned

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: What happens when Y/N ends up pregnant, but can’t take care of the baby🫂 What will the triplets thinks?

Warnings⚠️: Mentions of ab*rtion, so it may be a touchy subject for some. I’m not too sure how I feel about this one, so lmk🫶🏽

Song for the imagine: Make You Feel My Love-Adele

⚠️This story may contain a topic that is too strong for some⚠️

No…no no no this was not happening right now. I pull out a 6th test, and take it, squeezing whatever urine I could out of me.

I waited 15 minutes, and looked down PREGNANT. FUCK HOLY FUCK NO. I was only 20, and could not have this baby. I was not grown enough. I was not ready.

Chris and I weren’t dating, just messing around like young dumb teens do. I wasn’t even sure how I got pregnant because Chris and I always used protection. Every single time like never ever forgot. If he didn’t have a condom on him we did not fuck. So my only other thought was the condom must’ve broke

How is he going to react? I was beating myself up for not wanting the baby. But I couldn’t do it. I would be ruining Chris’ life right now. Our parents would be so disappointed too. I personally was not ready at all for a baby.

Before telling the triplets I gave it a lot of thought. I could keep the baby and stay out of the public’s eye, but I also wasn’t ready for a baby at all. I never intended to get pregnant, so I shouldn’t feel bad for not wanting this baby…right????

I sat in my room crying. Do I keep the baby? Do I not? I really could not do this at this age. I was not ready, and in 9 months I will not be ready. I wasn’t even sure how far along I was because I had only started feeling sick a few days ago. This was such a painful process I was going through.

I told no one because my parents would kill me. I had texted the groupchat with the triplets and I told them I needed to speak on something serious, and asked if I could come over. They told me yes, and I grabbed my pregnancy tests, putting them in my bag and heading out

About 20 minutes later I arrived to their house, and let myself in

“Heyyy we’re up here sitting on the couch” I heard Nick yell

I walked up the steps and into the living room area

“Hey” I said to them placing my purse down

“Are you okay?” Matt asked me sensing my energy

“Uhh now I am” I said smiling at him

“Y/N what’s going on??” Nick asked

“Oh god I don’t even know how to say this” I told them

“Are you moving away from us?” Chris asked

“No no nothing like that” I said to him

“Well then go on” Matt said

“Guys I’m pregnant” I said looking at them. All their mouths dropped at the same time

“WHAT” Nick said confused

“I’m fucking pregnant” I said digging in my bag and grabbing all 6 tests, tossing them infront of them

“We always use protection though” Chris said grabbing a test

“WAIT HE'S THE FATHER” Matt asked looking at Chris

“Okay besides Chris and y/n fucking we have bigger problems at hand” Nick said looking at me

“I can’t keep this baby” I said looking at them, and immediately breaking down crying. Nick pulled me over to sit in between him and Matt

“I can’t have this baby. I’m too young. I’m not prepared, and I didnt even intend to get pregnant. I think the condom broke, and now I’m fucking piece of shit for not wanting this baby” I said sobbing like a child

“No no listening it’s okay for you to not want this baby, or to want this baby. It is your body, and whatever you want to do we will be here to support you” Matt said to me

“I’m supposed to have this baby” I said crying harder

“Hey you’re not supposed to do anything that you don’t want to! If you want an abortion I’ll be there for you every step of the way, and if you want to keep the baby I will also be there every step of the way” Chris told me

That conversation happened a few days ago, and now it was the day for my procedure. I was about a week and half pregnant.

The triplets came with me to the clinic, and Chris came in with me.

After the procedure everything went well, and I was put in a room to recover from the anesthesia. The three of them were in there waiting for me

“There she is” Chris said as they rolled me in and put me in the corner

“How are you feeling?” Nick asked me

“I feel okay right now, but I’m a bit loopy” I said smiling at them

“So glad you’re doing okay” Matt said

“Thank you guys so much, for being here with me, and going through this with me” I said getting emotional

“We’re always here for you! We love you” Nick said

“Especially me. I love you the most” Chris said coming over and kissing me on the head

The End

Yall Im writing this, and I have been drinking, so if it’s ass IM SORRY, but if you like it lmk, and whoever requested this I also hope you liked it 🥰🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

A/N: I love Malibu Coke and any fruit moscato! Top of the list is blueberry moscato🫐

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #chris sturniolo

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arlana-likes-to-write · 1 year

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Lightning Bug - Chapter 14

Master list for Lightning Bug

Warning: nightmare, mention of a nightmare, mention of abuse,

Word count: 3.8k

The group beside Kamala groaned. “What? We have a new person in the group. It’s the perfect game to play.” She looked at you to back her up but your eyes went wide.

“Don’t bring me into this,” you said. It was Kamala’s turn to groan. “Feel free to play whatever I’ll watch the first few rounds.” Peter sighed.

“Fine but whatever happens here stays here,” the group agreed and the game began. Kamala went first. She got America to yell the first word that came to her mind which happened to be fuck. America asked Peter and he picked dare which led him to give Ned a lap dance for 30 seconds. That made you laugh. Peter asked MJ if she ever broke a law and she said yes. MJ got Kate to seductively eat a banana. Then Kate made Kamala eat a spoonful of mustard. Finally, Kamala asked Yelena what was the strangest thing she’s eaten. It was a kangaroo. As the game went on, the truths got deeper and the dares got weirder. You laughed along with your friends. Friends. You had a group of friends that made you laugh and smile and felt safe.

“Can I play?” You finally asked.

“Of course,” Ned said. “Truth or dare?” You weren’t ready for dare questions.

“Truth,” you said.

“How do you feel about the Twilight saga?” You giggled.

“They are a guilty pleasure read,” you told him. You didn’t hate them but they weren’t your favorite. “But they aren’t great. America, truth or dare.”

“Truth,” the game continued. You stuck to the truth option. Kate asked what your favorite animal was which you said was a dog. MJ asked if you could travel anywhere in the world where you would go, and you picked Japan. It was Kamala’s turn to pick who to ask.

“So Y/n,” Kamala said. “Trust or dare?”

“Truth,” you said without hesitation. You watched her ponder her question, head moving side to side.

“I overheard Natasha talking to Carol that you are like me,” she pointed to America. “Like her. So what can you do?” The question made your heart skip. It was such a simple question but with an answer that scared you.

“You do not have to answer that,” America said, quickly.

“Yeah, she can ask you a different question,” Kate added. You looked at Kamala, the girl looked confused by what was going on. She didn’t know that it was a touchy subject, how could she?

“No, it’s fine,” you said, forcing a smile on your face. “It’s cool,” you rubbed your hands together, clearing your throat. “I can manipulate electricity,” you said. “I can create it, control it, and be a conductor for it.” The group was silent as they looked at you. You hated being the center of attention.

“Woah!” Ned finally said. “That is so cool!”

“You're like a mini Thor!” Kamala said. You blushed, rubbing the back of your head.

“Uh yeah, I guess,” you shrugged.

“And you were born with that ability?” Peter asked. You nodded.

“I’ve been dealing with it all my life,” you said. You looked at MJ, wanting the conversation to be directed away from you. “Truth or dare?” You asked her.

You lay on your back with your hands behind your head. “Knock, knock,” you looked up and saw Yelena standing in your doorway. You must have forgotten to close your door. You sat up, leaning on your forearms. “Can I come in?” You nodded as she sat on the edge of your bed. “I’m proud of you,” you didn’t mask the confusion on your face. “You didn’t have to share that but you did,” you placed your chin on your knee. “What is going through your head?” You sighed.

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “My thoughts are all jumbled.” You closed your eyes. “I wish I was normal.” It was quiet in your room at your admission. You questioned if Yelena was still here but you heard her move on your bed.

“If you were normal then you wouldn’t be you,” you opened your eyes and Yelena was looking at you with a smile. “I don’t know why you hate your powers and I don’t need to know but it’s a part of you and I think you are pretty great.” You smiled.

“You're pretty great too.” The Black Widow stood up.

“I’ll leave you alone. But if you need anything, come find me, okay?” You nodded.

“Thank you,” she smiled, closing your door. You sighed, climbing underneath the covers. You played with the crochet blanket, you’ve yet to put it back in the closet. It was a gentle reminder that you were home.

“How is she?” Kate asked when Yelena walked into the kitchen. The archer was making two cups of hot chocolate. “Whip Cream?”

“Yes please,” Kate put some on top of her mug and handed it to the Black Widow. “She’s okay,” she took a sip of her drink. It was one of her guilty pleasures from being free from the Red Room. She loved sweets which worked out as Kate was more into savory treats. “Well, I think she is,” Yelena wrapped her hand around Kate’s. “Should we tell Natasha and Wanda?” The question was burning in the back of her throat. Kate was looking at their connected hands, moving her thumb back and forth.

“We all agreed that whatever was said in that game stays within the group,” Yelena sighed.

“That was said because Peter Parker doesn’t want Stark to know he gave Ned a lap dance,” Kate laughed. She covered her mouth to muffle the sound. Yelena smiled. She loved the sound of her laugh. It made her feel warm and safe. “Not about something like this,” she said once her girlfriend’s laughter died down. Kate sighed.

“Look, she told us that because she trusts us. I’m not saying she doesn’t trust Nat and Wanda but she could be more comfortable with us,” she knew her girlfriend was right. It would be a breach of trust. “Besides, it doesn’t change who she is.” She was right again. Yelena took a sip of her hot chocolate. She didn’t miss the smirk that Kate tried to hide on her face.

“What is it?”

“It’s nothing. It’s just-” Kate stopped herself. “I’ll get it.” Yelena watched as her girlfriend rounded the island and stood in front of her. The archer captured her lips in a soft kiss. Her hands found a place on Kate’s lips. “You had whip cream on your lips.” Yelena rolled her eyes. But her heart melted.

“You are such a dork, Kate Bishop,” the younger girl giggled and played with the baby hairs on the base of Yelena’s neck.

“Yeah but I’m your dork.” Before Yelena could respond, she heard a door slam close and a frantic blue-eyed girl came rushing out.

“Y/n,” Yelena said. But the girl made no indication that she heard her.

You heard your name but it felt like your ears were stuffed with cotton balls. “Hey, bud,” your nightmare-induced brain focused on that. You shook your head and saw Kate in front of you. “Are you with us?” You looked around and saw Yelena in the kitchen with a worried look on her face.

“Yeah,” your voice shook. “I’m here.”

“A nightmare?” Yelena questioned. You nodded, unable to trust your voice. Your throat was burning as you fought to hold back your tears. “Kate and I were about to watch a movie. Do you want to join us?” You nodded, wordlessly following them to the couch. You sat as far away from them as possible. Your entire body was tense. You were afraid, the nightmare coursing through your veins. You had no idea what movie they put on. The nightmare was right in the subconscious. You could still feel it. You could hear your father yelling at you, the way his hands were on you. The disgusted look on your mother’s face and the fear in your brother’s eyes. You were only 4 years old when you discovered what you could do and you thought your father was going to kill you. You felt the couch move and it snapped out of the fog and watched Yelena stand up.

“Where are you going?” You asked, desperation seeping from your voice. The Black Widow stopped.

“I’m just going to get you and us a blanket.” You nodded.

“Can you grab the red and black one from my room?” You asked. “Please.” You added quickly. Yelena nodded with a smile and you focused back on the movie. It was animated but you weren’t sure what the plot was you felt Kate watching you. “I don’t want to talk about it,” you said, not looking at the archer.

“I’m dating Yelena. I know when someone doesn’t want to talk about a nightmare,” she teased but a smile didn’t form on your face. You heard Yelena come back and you took the blanket from her, wrapping it tightly around you. You felt a little better. “Come here,” you looked at Kate. She had a blanket over her, covering most of her skin.

“W-What?” You stuttered.

“You don’t like skin-to-skin contact and this blanket is covering me so you can cuddle up to me,” you stared at the couple.

“Cuddle?” You questioned. “I don’t-”

“If you don’t want to then that’s fine,” Yelena assured. “But it sometimes helps me.” Oh.

“I’ve never cuddled with someone,” you said. “I don’t know how.” Kate smiled.

“It’s okay. I got you. Just rest your head on my stomach and or chest.” You nodded and stiffly moved towards Kate. You looked at Yelena for confirmation it was okay and she nodded. You rested your head on Kate’s stomach and stretched your legs out on the couch. Even though the blanket, you could feel the warmth she radiated and the slow in and out of her breaths.

“Relax,” Yelena said, standing up and fixing the blanket that was on top of you.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you whispered, letting a few tears fall. Yelena knelt so she was face to face with her. Her green eyes stared into your blue.

“You won’t, okay? You're safe here and we got you.”

“Okay,” you whispered. Eyes focusing on the movie. It didn’t take long for the calm feeling of Kate breathing to lure you to sleep.

Natasha rested her head on the cool metal of the elevator. It did little to relieve the pounding. “I told you to not take that last shot,” she spared a glance at her girlfriend, who had a smirk on her face.

“Shut up,” the Black Widow mumbled. Was it stupid to play a drinking game with Thor, Carol, and Bucky using Asgardian Ale? Yes. But it was so rare that Thor and Carol were at the tower she wanted to enjoy it and helped her forget the last couple of days. The elevator opened. “You just-” the scene in front of her caused her to freeze. Yelena was staring at her, finger to her lip - telling her to be quiet. Kate was leaning heavily on Yelena fast asleep and on Kate was Y/n, resting her head on Kate’s stomach and asleep. The volume of the movie was lowered and Yelena must have put subtitles on.

“She had a nightmare,” Yelena whispered, not wanting to wake up the other two but Kate did stir and open her eyes.

“Do you want us to take her to her room?” Wanda asked.

“You can try,” Kate said, her voice laced with sleep. “I am kind of comfy.” Natasha wasn’t sure if she was being 100% truthful. Wanda knelt at the young girl’s level.

“Dorogoy,” she whispered. “Wake up.” The teen stirred but didn’t open her eyes and hugged the blanket closer to her. It was a blanket that Wanda made for Natasha. She only took it out for movie nights or when Wanda was away on a mission.

“Come on, sleepy head. Wake up.” The teen groaned, opening her eyes. She blinked a few times.

“Is it morning already?” She asked.

“No,” Natasha chuckled. “But why don’t we move to your room so Kate can get some sleep too?” She looked up at the archer, groaned, and burrowed her head back into Kate’s stomach.

“Don’t wanna,” she mumbled. Kate giggled.

“We’ll cuddle again,” the archer said. She sighed, sitting up.

“Promise?” She asked. Her voice was so soft and small. She sounded like a little kid.

“Yeah, promise.” She relaxed at the promise Kate made.

“Good night,” she said. “And thank you.” She headed towards the room.

“Do you know what her nightmare was about?” Natasha asked. They shook their heads.

“It scared her, whatever it was though,” Yelena said. Natasha nodded.

“Thank you,” Wanda smiled. “For being there for her.”

“Of course,” Kate rearranged her position so her head was in Yelena’s lap. “She’s like a little sister to me.” Natasha smiled.

“Good night,” she said. A chorus of goodnights from Yelena and Kate followed her as she walked to Y/n’s room. She found the teen sitting crisscrossed on her bed, picking at the blanket. “Hey,” she didn’t look up even when Natasha sat on the corner of her bed. “Do you want us to stay?” She heard Wanda walk behind her. The witch wrapped her arms around Natasha and rested her head on her shoulder.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I just want the nightmares to stop.” Wanda sat down next to her.

“Do you want me to help?” The teen looked at the witch.

“How?”

“Well,” Wanda crossed her legs. “I can go into your mind with my powers and I’ll subdue the memories and quiet your mind.” The girl’s shoulders tensed up.

“Will you see what’s going on in my head?” She asked softly. Wanda shook her head.

“Nope, unless you want me to,” Y/n shook her head which caused Wanda to giggle. “Do you want me to help?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, get comfy,” the teen climbed underneath the covers and Natasha lay the crochet blanket over her. “Close your eyes and relax.” She did what she was told but her shoulders were tense.

“Relax, milyy (sweetie),” the Black Widow said, rubbing her chest. “You're safe here.” The teen nodded.

“I know,” she closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath. Natasha watched Wanda’s fingers glow red. Her powers always amazed her. She didn’t touch the girl’s temples but her red magic floated across her forehead. Wanda’s eyes flashed red and the young girl’s body slumped deeper into her bed. Natasha looked at her girlfriend, who was frowning.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” she sighed. “It’s just she’s so scared.” Natasha grabbed her hand.

“Scared?” The Black Widow questioned. “Scared of who?” The witch looked at her girlfriend.

“Herself.”

You slowly woke up. You felt incredibly well rested. You buried your face deeper into the pillow and the blanket around you tighter. You did not want to get up. For once, the bed felt perfect. It was warm, soft, and felt safe. “Miss. Y/n, it appears Miss. Chavez is at your door.” You groaned.

“Tell her to go away,” you mumbled.

“She has food with her.” You sighed, sitting up.

“She can come in,” the door opened and America walked in holding a tray.

“I see how it is,” America said, kicking your door close. “You only wanted to see me because I have food,” you giggled as she sat on your bed. On the tray, she brought you grilled cheese and tomato soup. “How did you sleep?”

“Good actually,” you took a bite of your sandwich. “I was really tired.” America smiled, dipping her sandwich into her soup and eating it.

“I would say that because it's 12:30,” your eyes widened.

“Oh well yeah, I guess I was.” She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

“You missed Kamala’s send-off,” You were upset by that. “But she gave me this to give to you.” She pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to you. It read, ‘It was nice meeting you. I’ll be in Jersey for a while so text me and maybe we can meet up in the city! -Kamala’ added her phone number at the bottom. You smiled, putting the note on your nightstand.

“Thank you for bringing me food.”

“No problem,” she smiled. “Yelena and Kate said you had a nightmare. Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head.

“Maybe one day but not today,” she nodded and you both finished your food in silence. “Have you watched Avatar: The Last Airbender?” You asked, finishing the rest of your soup.

“No, I’ve been meaning to.”

“Do you want to watch a few episodes with me?” She agreed and once your dishes were cleaned up, you sat on the couch with America. She made sure to leave enough space between you two but you couldn’t help imagining what it would feel like to cuddle with her as you did with Kate. Would she be warm like Kate? Would her heartbeat lure you to sleep?

“Hey, are you okay?” She asked. “Your face got flushed.” That made your cheeks burn more.

“Sorry,” you cleared your throat. “I was thinking about my nightmare.” You lied.

“This will help,” she said and put on the first episode. You moved a little closer to her so your legs were barely touching. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything. You soon realized your mistake as it was very hard to focus on the show with America being so close.

Watching a few episodes, lead you to watch the first half of the season. You would have watched more but America got called to the sanctum. It was a good show and you were enjoying it. You walked to Tony’s lap with your Russian notebook and headphones since FRIDAY informed you the billionaire wanted to see you. You were surprised to see Bruce. He was working on Rhodney’s suit. “Hi,” you said, making your presence known. He turned around, offering you a kind smile.

“Hi,” he said. “Tony will be right back. You can join me if you’d like.” He sounded so hesitant, scared, and unsure of himself. You knew the man the power had behind him. You smiled.

“Okay,” you pulled up a stool and sat down next to him. He went back to work. “So,” you said, after a beat of silence. “How does the suit work?” Bruce glanced at you.

“You want to know how this works.”

“Yeah,” you said. “It’s better than sitting in silence watching you do something I don’t understand.” Bruce chuckled, shaking his head.

“Fair enough,” he explained that the suits were powered by arc reactors, a fusion-type power source featuring a palladium core. He said that each suit had repulsors built into the hands and feet with AI built into it. Depending on the suit (or Mark as Tony called them), it had specific weapons. Rhodney’s AI system was malfunctioning which wasn’t allowing him to communicate with FRIDAY or the rest of the team. So when Tony returned with a box in his hand, he found you both hunched over the suit while Bruce was messing with wires.

“Whatcha doing?” He asked. You looked at the billionaire with a smile.

“Learning about Rhodney’s suit. What’s that?” You asked, pointing at the box in his hands.

“This is the stuff Pepper left for you,” he put the box on the table. “She left a note and told me to stress the importance that all of this does not need to be done by the time she gets back.” You nodded and stepped out of the way so Tony could take your place to see what Bruce was dealing with. But you stayed and listened to them talk, using words and vocabulary that you didn’t understand. It didn’t bore you as they tried to determine the problem. It was fun, like a giant puzzle and it made you think about Tony’s offer. You weren’t Tony Stark or Bruce Banner smart but maybe with the schooling you could understand what they were saying. “Hey kid, you with us?”

“What?” You blushed. “Sorry, I was lost in my head. What’s up?” Tony smiled.

“We figured it out,” Bruce said. “Do you want to see how we did it?” You nodded, excitedly jumped off the chair, and walked over to them. You listened intently. Maybe you should take Tony up on that offer.

Sleeping until 12:30 was a blessing and a curse, you weren’t tired so you stayed up working on the date entry Pepper left for you but now it was 2 a.m. and you couldn’t fall asleep. You didn’t have a destination in mind as you walked around the tower at night. You took the stairs to each floor and walked around with your hand on the wall. It was calming. You felt like you were the only person in the world. “Oops,” you said to the body you ran into. “I wasn’t-” your sentence died on your lips as you stared at who ran into. It was Bucky. Of course, it was Bucky. He scratched the back of his head with his metal head.

“It’s fine,” he said. “I wasn’t looking where I was going either.” You licked your dry lips.

“I uh was going to make some hot chocolate,” you said, heading into the kitchen. “Do you want some?”

“Yeah,” he said, without hesitation. “That sounds nice.” You weren’t sure what you were doing but you ignored the man sitting down in front of you as you focused on your task. “Here,” you set the mug down in front of him.

“Thank you,” he said with a kind smile but the kind gesture made your stomach drop and your throat tighten. You tried to keep your eyes ahead of you instead of the man but it was hard.

“I should apologize,” you finally said. “I haven’t been the nicest to you and I’m sorry,” you couldn't look at him but he gave you his full attention. “You remind me of someone I used to know and he would hurt me.” It wasn’t the full truth. He would hurt you and you would hurt him. It was a never-ending cycle.

“It’s okay,” you finally looked at him. “I understand. I’m sorry too, that life hasn’t been kind to you.” You were surprised to hear an apology from him.

“Life hasn’t been kind to either of us,” he sighed, his blue eyes staring into yours. He looked away and stared into his mug of hot chocolate. “But we made it here, right?” Bucky looked at you. “It has to count for something.”

“Yeah, kid,” Bucky smiled. “I think it does.”

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The good Dad

Character: Bruce Wayne (father), male reader (son)

Universe: Somewhere in DC

Warnings: Fluff

You've never been more nervous than you are right now. Asking your father to talk was nerve-wracking enough, but sitting in his imposing office? That was something completely different. There are only two reasons anyone would set foot in it. Firstly, to do business with your father. Or secondly, to get yelled at. Which, unfortunately, Dick and Jason had to do many, many times.

For you, however, it was a first. Your hands were sweating, and your left leg was jumping as if you were preparing to break a world record while sitting across from your father, waiting.

Your father hasn't looked at you once. Yet your heart is beating ten times faster than it should be. Even a strange pressure affected your ears, making them unable to hear. The only thing that pops into every corner of your brain is: "What if he's gonna hate me?"

“So!“

The sudden, booming voice broke the self-imposed silence in your head. His gaze had lifted from the papers he had been working on, his mouth moving, but you couldn't hear anything else, terrified out of your mind.

"Son?" His voice sounded worried, which somehow had a calming effect on you.

"Y-Yes?" Your voice cracked with nervousness.

"Why did you have to talk to me?"

He didn't mention his busy schedule as he does with your brothers - to make them hurry - which made you smile inwardly as they always whine that you're the favorite, even if you don't see it that way.

"Uh-I-I..." When you tried to say it, you panicked again. Your eyes widened and even winced slightly as you imagined what might happen if you actually admitted what you were there for.

Your father rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Calm down. It can't be that bad."

"I fell in love," you suddenly blurted out. As soon as you understood what you were saying, you clasped your hands over your mouth and immediately looked away.

The older man looked at you confused and even tilted his head slightly. His two hands now lay relaxed on the table. He was worried because you've never been so nervous, especially in front of him.

"So? What's the problem? And why are you telling me this? It's not like I thought you'd never fall in love. Rest assured that I'll support you with whoever you want to be together because-"

"It's Conner. We've been doing so much together lately and-"

Without batting an eyelid, your father's calm, cheerful demeanor soured, "Absolutely not!"

Suddenly a silence fell over you both. Finally, you looked up again and stared at your father in shock. He gazed at you in disappointment, even slightly angry.

"But you just said you'd support-"

"Everyone except the Clark boy! He's bad news and would only break your heart!"

You were shocked. Conner was so sweet and caring. How could your dad even think he would do something like that?

“But Dad!“

"No buts, young man! I would care less if you wanted to be with one of your brothers!"

"First of all: Eww. Second, why? What has he ever done?“

Your father banged his hands on the table in anger. "I said no! Everyone except that boy!" He screamed. "I'll buy you the perfect boy if you want, but I won't let you date the Clark boy! Does he even know about your feelings?"

A bright red blush began to glow on your cheeks. Your father had brought up a subject that was uncomfortable for you. Even though Conner was touchy and slightly lewd, neither of you had said or done anything in particular.

Seeing the sudden sadness in your eyes, your father sighed heavily, got up from his office chair, walked around the desk, and sat on the edge right before you. He carefully lifted your head with one of his hands. "I mean it. You can be with whoever you want: I don't care if it's a boy, his age, or his ethnicity. Everyone except the Clark boy and, by extension, Clark himself."

"Why Dad? Dick and Jason never had restrictions like that!” you blurted out, getting angry yourself.

But your father just sighed. "Because they didn't want to get into the pants of people who weren't good enough for them."

"But Conner is a hard worker. Yes, he still has a lot to learn, but-"

"Little sprout!" he said sternly, silencing you immediately. "I'm just warning you this once. Don't even try to get together with Conner, do you understand?"

Defeated, you suddenly stood up. Forcing your father's hand off of you. "I understand," you mumble sadly.

"That's my good boy!" Your father said happily, pulling you into an unwanted hug. Out of nowhere, he put a kiss on your temple. "You will find someone far better, little sprout. Someone who truly deserves you!"

When he let go of you, your heart was pounding in your throat. It hurt like never before. Your father was always relatively distant. That he was like that made you wonder if it was still your father. What was refuted in the second moment, he sat behind his desk again. He ignores everything that happens around him, as he always does.

You left the room in silence, not wanting to disturb him again. With tears in his eyes, barely able to hold back the sobs, dangerously close to breaking free.

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Legacy CH 1 - Lae POV

My alarm is blaring; my head is throbbing, and I can’t find my academy jacket. I’m glad that I set my alarm to four AM, because there is no way I’d make my morning flight call otherwise. I find my jacket on top of my hamper lid in my bathroom, and I pop a few painkillers before heading into the kitchen for breakfast. My dad is humming along to “I Wanna Lick Ya (Lollipop)” and my mom seems to be rolling her eyes out of her head.

“Do you really think that’s appropriate for a father to sing in front of his child?” I say as I slide past him to the fridge.

“Hmm,” I realize my mistake a second too late, “I wouldn’t know. Saeds?”

“Do not involve me.”

Dad constantly tells me about his father, a stark contrast to the menacing silence that falls whenever I mention my mom’s. I suppose it is a touchy subject, especially because she betrayed him just to be with my dad, though I don’t blame her. All I really know about him is what articles and books I’ve found online, which mostly detail him as a genocidal kink in the ribbon that is Syldrathi history. Not an easy dinner topic.

With my golden braids slashing behind my back, I snatch a yogurt cup from the fridge's top shelf and race out the door.

Dad yells from behind me, “Fly safely!”

I roll my eyes. When I chose the Ace path, I thought my dad would be disappointed that I wasn’t following in his footsteps, but he was weirdly happy about it. I’ve asked him dozens of times, and each was dismissed with a different nonsense answer. Mom seems to know, too, though she obviously doesn't like it--one of their many secrets.

I bolt down the Legion halls, taking the same swift turns I’ve been doing my entire life. Just as her door comes into view, Evalie quietly slips out of her home, brandishing her signature Brain Jacket. She turns to me, tucking her bobbed silver hair behind her round ears as she links her arm through mine.

As we walk, she starts with the usual spiel, “Cuz, you’ve got to let me give you a makeover; at least pierce your ears.”

Evalie takes after our Aunt Scar in that when she sees someone needing fixing, she won’t let it go until they yield. I’ve accepted that I inherited my Dad’s signature lack of pizzaz, yet she never has, and it’s led to a decent catalog of skirmishes in the Legion’s battle sims.

“I mean, look at you, you're gorgeous, you look like no other Syldrathi, like, ever, but you are utterly boring.”

“Maybe I like being boring! It’s inconspicuous.”

One thing I did not inherit from my dad, however, was the ability to look pedestrian. On the surface, he seems like every blond Terran ever, save for his eye. If I can reduce my likelihood of being recognized by simply being plain, I’m doing it.

“Yeah, I’m sure Uncle Ty was super apprehensive about being inconspicuous as he was courting Saedii.”

I roll my eyes. My parents are weird.

We slow down in front of Dariel’s door, awaiting his orthodoxically prompt arrival. As we walk, arms bound at the elbow, he details his morning, both his parents half asleep on the couch when he began making breakfast. Dariel becomes more and more like Dad every day, though that is to be expected when he’s the only other Alpha that Dariel knows.

The fork in the hall comes, and Dariel and Val turn left, leaving me to make my way to the flight sim hangar alone. The door guard greets me as usual, standing aside as the door slides open with a quiet whoosh. I strap into my jet and shoot off into my portion of vacuum. Watching the beginners in their Chimeras gives me deja vu, and perhaps recklessly, I shoot off into unregulated space, just as I used to do with Dad when I was a child. Being the child of a galactic chevalier and the scariest woman alive certainly has its perks when it comes to bending the rules, especially because when he was a youth (approximately one thousand years ago), he found Aunt Auri in a random hole and inadvertently saved everyone’s asses.

I think of this as I glide through aerospace, leaving a clean trail of molten asteroid debris behind me, when my scanner picks up a mayday signal. I’ve answered a few before: all young Aces overestimating their competence in space unsullied by our cleaning bots, and change my direction to find them. As I get closer, the signal grows stronger until I can glimpse the outline on one of my twenty-seven screens. It doesn’t look like an academy ship, too angular and bulky, almost like one of the cargos. Only, we are hundreds of klicks away from any cargo port that I can think of; I used to wait by their huge viewing windows when my Dad still did fold-missions.

This ship is massive and looks as though it was constructed entirely with shrapnel and a few pieces of fold-grade platinum here and there, like one of the model ships that Uncle Fin and Valie used to make out of old tin cans and scrap metal when she was younger.

I ease up on the side as quietly as I can, now certain of what I’ve gotten myself into: looters, pirates, probably here to sell my own Legion-Class Chimera for some credits on Sempiternity and then bounce. I’ve never been there—Dad would have a heart attack—but from what I’ve heard from Uncle Kal and the academy’s safety lessons, the folk of Sempiternity are not the type of people with whom I want to engage.

As I’m reaching their port, I expect a few fighters to shoot out, readying my weapons launch for defense, but they never come. The signal just keeps blaring, red light flashing on the display without any means for me to understand what is actually happening.

Regaining my sense of the value of my life, I radio my dad, his face filling the screen in front of me just after the first ring.

“Hey Kiddo? What’s up?” His face betrays worry as he notices the glaringly obvious signs that I’ve done something inadvisable. I can feel it, too; the sweat on my face cools my cheeks, and I feel nauseated the same way I do before an important test.

“Something’s wrong,” I ramble as I attempt to make the most sense out of what I’ve seen, Dad’s eyebrows furrowing more and more throughout my recount.

“Sounds to me like pirates. Send me your location; I’ll be there soon,” I watch as he hurriedly alerts his legionnaires of my situation before ending the call. I drop a quick message his way:

DAD OF DADS

Just outside of reg territory, maybe 200klicks?

Ok, just told your mom, she said serves me right for letting you fly out there. Got back-up on the way. Sit tight.

Only way I CAN sit in this effing shithole.

Don’t swear.

Whatever

Against my better judgment, I decide to get closer. The more I look at this thing, the closer I feel to the realization that something is seriously weird here. The engines are off, and through the plexiglass window, I can see a chaotic display of overturned furniture and smoldering metal. The reason this hunk of metal looks so battered is because it’s taken a serious beating. Looks like the type of vacuum missiles that the ATF uses, which only does to worsen the churning in my stomach. Until, changing perspective, I see a pile of charred Syldrathi bodies. That does it for me, and I swiftly turn around, barely making it before I vomit my yogurt onto the shiny aluminum floor. Their necks are slit just below the chin, and fairly deeply, causing the gaping holes in their bodies to resemble mouths, wide open.

I don’t know how long I’ve been shaking before I hear the docking request alert and see my dad’s flight number. With a shaky hand, I press the accept button and watch through the cams as he pulls in, two smaller ships behind him. As I stare at the open docking doors, the images of all those people flash in my head, necks agape and covered in caked deep purple blood.

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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⚠️Request rules⚠️

1; Be specific and unique

For example, the prompt "Sole dies". All characters would be sad, or angry. But the prompt, "Companions travel through a haunted forest and lose each other" has a lot of ways it can go. Vague prompts can be difficult for me to write, as there's often not much to write. Or if there is, it ends up feeling samey, or too short. There's only so much I can write about Sole dying.

Some prompts are answered in canon, and don't need to be answered. For example, Companions react to Sole speaking like the Silver Shroud. You can easily go on a wiki or find a compilation video on YouTube.

Also, I prefer to write about the companions, not Sole. So, requests about the Sole Survivor are likely to sit in the inbox for a while.

2; Be mindful of dark subject matter

Guys. You know miscarriage is a real thing, right? A horrible, traumatic thing that fucks up entire families? And same with rape, or abuse, or anything like that. Use your best judgement asking about heavier topics. These things aren't scenarios to generate angst. They're traumatic events. That real people go through.

I'll never forget following a react blog who was asked to write about miscarriage, only for them to apologize and refuse, as they had suffered multiple miscarriages themselves.

Rule 3; No fetishes or second-hand embarrassment prompts

So, I said be specific and weird...not with your own fetishs, please.

For non fetish stuff, I really do not care for toilet humor. Or anything meant to evoke second-hand embarrassment. This is another 'use best judgement'. I'm very easily grossed out by body fluids/excrement and there's no prompt that I'm willing to do with it.

Rule 4; I don't do Fallout 3 or New Vegas content

Masterlist

Newest first

Reacts V

Freaky Friday Episode

Sole vanishes, oh nooooo

Beach Episode

Companion at the zoo

The Oberland Alien

Sole gets their name tattooed

Sole finds a baby and wants it

Companions play Minecraft

Gage only; Come to the Galactic Zone if you want an asskicking

Companions and a magpie of a person

Sole with bad motor skills

Companions react to a synth of themselves

Companions as Roommates

Modern!Companions and Halloween

Sole just kisses them already

Sole sick but refusing to rest

Sole who cries when yelled at

Sole gets hurt saving their life

Touchy Sole

Overhearing Sole realize they love them

Sole breaks down crying in their arms

Companions work at a grocery store

Companions react to the Scorched Plague

Companions on Social Media

Headcanon posts V

Religion and stuff

Grab bag 4

Drinking habits

Coming out

Who they'd end up with

Losing their virginity

Modern au

Sexuality and ideal partners

Dreams and nightmares part 1

Companions' tells that they love someone

Companions' fursonas

What they'd eat in general

NSFW grab bag 3

Companions and stress

Companions spend time at a settlement

Gage fluffy-shippy-sad headcanons

Interior design

Companion Headcanon Grab‐bag

Gage Catchup Lightning Round

Favorite songs on the radio

NSFW Gage Headcanons

NSFW; Libido/sex drive

NSFW; Intensity in bed

Variety NSFW headcanons 2

Variety NSFW headcanons

Comfort food

How often they bathe

What they do/wear on days off

Danse headcanons

Laughing headcanons

X6-88 Headcanons

Physique headcanons

2 headcanons per companion

1 headcanon per companion

Meta stuff V

Synths as trans allegory for pride month

Polyamory and infidelity in games

Curie's quest is pretty dumb

A bunch of mini-essays on all the companions

Danse and autism

Oc appearance meme

Isadora ramblings and lore drops

Cait breakdown and critique

Minutemen Questline Rehaul

Florence, Isadora, and Gage

Wasteland creatures i want

Gage Name Meaning

The Gage Essay I wrote while baked on leftover lasagna

Thoughts on Piper, Strong, and Codsworth

Strong Character Bingo/Rant

My thoughts on Porter Gage before playing Nuka World

Peer-Reviewing "The Synthetic Truth"

Piper rant 2

I swear I am normal about Piper

Things I love about the companions

Biggest complaints about each companion's writing

Meme stuff V

Getting Hulk smashed by a baby (game clip)

How id compliment them

Sole gets a pet-claw

...hi (game clip)

Bad timing, dude (game clip)

Who smokes weed

Cat X6-88

Shaun gets a pet-claw

Cannibal perk

Companions as video games

War-shta-sure

Four frenchspeakers screamingn in a room

Danse's favorite shirt

Egg

muppets

dickless nickolas

mall cop

Memes 2

Memes 1

What the companions get canceled for

AITA For trying to blow up my crush's blimp?

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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(NSFW) “He Watches Us” Part 2 Sanji x Black Fem Reader

First part here.

Bad Summary: You and Your Captain always had a close bond…a little too close and your boyfriend Sanji notices this and confronts you about it, but as you two make up Luffy sits behind the shadow and watch.

CW: Uhhhh…kinda the same as last time except it’s sex in a bath tub.

“You..wanna sleep with me?” You cocked your head a little unsure if that’s what your captain actually asked. It was odd because his questions are usually very confident and to the point but now it’s almost as if he’s embarrassed.?

“OF COURSE YOU CAN’T SLEEP WITH HER ANYMORE I SLEEP WITH HER!” Sanji growled in Luffy’s face nearly ready to kick him again. You laughed lightly and sit back as they argued a little.

You and Luffy actually had a very…touchy friendship before you and Sanji came in the picture. It was always platonic between you both, but so many thought otherwise.

You’d let Luffy cuddle you when taking a nap, you’d let him lay on top of you when he’s tired, you both slept in the same bed together a lot, hell you both have even taken baths together and due to this Sanji never really pursued you like he wanted because he believed you were more interested in Luffy, but that wasn’t the case at all.

You never really minded being nude around Luffy, or anything because he was probably the only guy in the world you could trust back then to be completely vulnerable with. Even a few times you’ve caught Zoro staring at your body, but never Luffy.

HE WAS LUFFY!

So being touchy feels with him wasnt an issue you thought, but that was until Sanji out right told you he was uncomfortable with how your behavior was with their captain when you both got together so you stopped the baths, cuddling, and even sleeping together.

“WHY CANT I SLEEP WITH Y/N YOU HAVE YOUR OWN ROOM ANYWAYS!?” Luffy and Sanji’s face were so close you could swear one wrong move and they’d kiss.

“BECAUSE SHE’S MY WOMAN AND I CAN SLEEP WITH HER IF I WANT—“

“YOU BOTH DON’T EVEN SLEEP TOGETHER YOU GUYS JUST HAVE SEX!”

The tension was now replaced with embarrassment filling your face as your eyes widen.

Sanji’s grumbles off to attend to his cooking with his cheek dusted in pink. Luffy pouts crossing his arms to sit beside you, but you felt so uneasy now.

“How um….how you know that?” You tried masking your embarrassment with a faint chuckle.

Luffy just shrugs. He rather not tell you he watched you both have sex last night and just want to forget he even asked.

“Well um…Luffy remember I told you we can’t sleep together like we used to anymore…im with Sanji. So—“

“But you guys don’t even sleep. Once you both are done I can sleep with y—“

“YOU CANNOT SLEEP WITH Y/N!” Sanji yelled slamming his spoon down growing tired of hearing you both say “Sleeping together.”

It irked him.

“Sanji and I do sleep…in the same bed …after um…after having sex so..you can’t.”

You pat his head as he side eyes you with a small pout around the lips. “You okay?”

“Yeah…” Luffy hoped you aren’t going to ask how he knows again. He didn’t even want y’all to know he knew, but it kind of slipped out. You continued to apologize if your captain ever heard or seen anything, but Luffy just laughed it off to change the subject.

He didn’t mind it.

He just wanted to see more of it which is why he asked to be in your room tonight.

Luffy didn’t know nor understand that sex between two people is typically a private thing. You’re not supposed to just go around having sex in front of people (unless that’s like your job or something), he just seen it as social activity, but the amount of embarrassment Luffy felt watching he probably had a faint idea of you having sex wasn’t supposed to be seen.

But OBVIOUSLY to Luffy if you didn’t want him to watch your door wouldn’t have been unlocked!

So no harm no foul right?

Later that night, everybody has gone to bed or on the watch tower so it was time for you and Sanji to take a late night bath together, but as you’re laying in between Sanji’s legs playing with the rings in his hands, you felt relaxed in the water but you knew he wasn’t.

Sanji began to mumble words in French and so that’s how you knew he had to be upset about something.

“What’s wrong pretty boy?” You asked moving your wet curls out of your face but still looking at Sanji’s pretty hands. “Why you so mad?”

“I…” Sanji was hesitant with his words. He knew he wanted to speak on what’s been bothering him, but he was afraid of getting into an argument with you. “I just—..oh.”

You turn to face him and lean your body over a bit to where he is now having to look up at you. The bubbles he put in there for you started to slowly slide off your breast teasingly nearly exposing your erect nipples to the cool air and Sanji’s hot mouth. His cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth until he quickly caught it back with his tongue, his nose threatening to bleed with his face as red as an apple.

“What’s…” You kiss his forehead cupping his cheeks. “Wrong.” Another kiss to his nose before your thumbs rub his stubled face and leaving a bit of bubbles on his face from your hands. Sanji felt so weak against you, your pretty body kneeling so close to his and to being wrapped around him and how he can only see your pretty teeth since your eyes were covered by your fro.

Sanji knew you’d never cheat, you and him shared so much about y’all past to each other he would rather die than assume you’d do such a thing, same goes for his captain , but you and Luffy’s relationship always worried him just a tad.

“I…are you and Luffy..still…”

You wanted to get mad, you really did but you automatically sighed before resting your forehead on his. You knew Sanji had his insecurities so you knew what you’d have to put up with when he had his fits.

Kissing his curly brow you lowered yourself so you’re eye to eye with Sanji. You take his cigarette and put it out which is something you rarely do but it’s usually only when you’re about to speak to him seriously.

“Luffy and I never had anything. He’s my friend, our captain, that’s it. We never had feelings for each other but I always did feel close to him. You should never worry about him sweetheart or any guy for that matter because it’s YOU that I want….you’re mine Sanji…all mine.” Your words were as sincere as they could be looking into his pretty blueish eyes. They were in complete awe looking at you so close they turned into little hearts, with a tint of lust as he lowered his lids. He knew you meant it, he just likes to hear the confirmation every once in a while.

“Now…” you adjusted yourself on top of his lap, legs spread with the help of Sanji’s strong thighs and now grabbing his semi hard dick to slowly stroke and whisper in his ear, “Why don’t you show me how much I’m yours….please.”

His nose began to trickle out some blood which you were used to so you giggle and quickly wiped it with the wash cloth still slowly stroking his cock, thumb applying pressure on the tip making Sanji hiss with pleasure as his head was thrown back.

He moaned softly as you peppered his neck with kisses moving up and down, bucking into your hand for harder friction, you then had to stop since he was squirming so much and held him still by his shoulders.

“I don’t think the water is enough to prep me for your cock, pretty boy.” You slowly rose up not breaking eye contact with your soapy pussy now eye to eye with Sanji. You grabbed the other wash cloth and rinsed out the water from the towel to fall down you pretty lips and clear it of any soapy bubbles.

Sanji licked his lips at the sight and how pretty your pussy was being revealed to him. He looked back up at you with a flustered face before sticking out his long tongue to give you a long lick. You shivered at the contact making Sanji moan inside you throwing your leg on his shoulder and one hand cupping your ass. You knew he’d never let you fall as he sucked at licked inside you, but you leaned your body on the cold wall of the steamy room for extra support.

“Sanjiiiii…” you clenched around the two fingers he added inside you scissoring you lapping your cunt like he was trying to milk it. “Riiiiiight th—-“

You ended up choking on your words feeling a new presence beside you. You turn your head the opposite way still leaning on the wall to see a familiar shadow from the bathroom door window. You couldn’t see clearly since your hair was in the way but you knew who it was exactly who it was.

And honestly it turned you on a little bit.

You knew it was wrong, but you managed to catch a glance of your Captain watching from the window and his eyes weren’t even alert as they usually were, they were lowered and dazed almost as if he were unfocused at what he was staring at.

Your thoughts were cut short when you felt Sanji nibble at your inner thigh.

“What’s wrong?” He asked in a slight pant. You knew if you told him Luffy was looking he’d probably stop everything and beat your captain to death so you just shook your head pressing your pelvis closer to his face.

Sanji smirked and finished what he started.

“That’s…so…uh…”

Luffy began to moan softly with one hand in his pants and the other fondling his balls. He shouldn’t be doing this.

He shouldn’t be watching his friends have sex. Let alone touching himself to it, but he was moreso focused on you and your faces. They looked so hot.

This was completely out of character for Luffy which is why he felt off doing it, but after hearing you whisper to Sanji to take a bath with him tonight during dinner it was almost as if you WANTED Luffy to watch.

“Common..Go inside her already!”

Luffy thought to himself seeing you standing in the tub riding Sanji’s face. It was so lewd how you were acting; you back was arch, head thrown back with your chest and hands on the wall. If Sanji wasn’t holding you you’d definitely be falling backwards by now.

Your leg began to twitch, your mouth started to gape out as you began to buck your hips a bit faster in your pretty boy’s face. His beard now soaked from your arousal and tickling your pussy he sucked harder.

“YES SAAANNJ—!!” You didn’t even have time to ride out your high as you came when your favorite Blondie grabbed your hips to push you back a little so he can get up and bend you over the tub.

“Need you!” Sanji groaned after growing so impatient and slapped his cock on the back of your clit making you hiss.

You still Seen Luffy’s eyes on you both. You’d think it would look creepy, but he had a very tired look on his face, granted though you couldn’t see his whole face.

“Wait wait baby….” You moaned out, your boyfriend stopped rubbing his cock against you and looked over your shoulder. “I want you to be rough with me…please. Make me yours…”

You wasn’t really sure if your idea was ganna help or worsen the situation but you wanted Luffy and more importantly Sanji to know that your body is his and only his for the taking.

With a warm smile, he bent down to suck and kiss on your plump lips and smiled against them before saying;

“Anything for you mademoiselle.”

His cold lips touched your spine making you arch further, his cock was painfully hard and ready to go inside, Sanji used one hand to grip your hip and the other rubbed against your worn slit before sliding in.

“Finally.”

Luffy thought, he started to stroke his own cock at a similar pace of Sanji’s strokes. It didn’t take long before his thrust began to knock the wind out of you.

The lower vein Sanji had under his dick was gliding so deliciously in your gummy walls you began to feel tears forming.

“Say it.” Was all you heard Sanji strangle to say gripping with both hands on your hips and eyes focused on how your ass jiggles on his cock.

“S-say..what…?” You moaned, and then grunted lowly as he gripped your hair still thrusting inside you pulling you back so the side of your face can reach his mouth.

“Say I’m the best and only man to make you feel this good.”

“Y—Sanji y—AH!”

Sanji let his back hit the cold wall and he started to thrust upwards and fuck you standing. His hand let go of you hair and reached to your clit rubbing messy circles and the other hand lifted your thigh for easier access.

“Say it.”

“Sanji babyyyyy..!” The pace was getting unforgiving now, almost as if he were trying to prove a point that nobody could even see to be proven.

Except to Luffy.

“Sanji You’re the best!! Yes! You’re the only one to make me feel this good only you! Only you!” This new position felt so painful, but so good. Water was more on the floor than it now was in the tub.

The cook pulled out of you for a second to change positions and lift you up against the wall now.

“I’m really the best?” His eyes not leaving yours and filled with so much innocence despite pushing his dick deep inside you. You felt light headed with all the steam and sweat your both managed to produce in a few minutes. Your eyes flew uneven and your mouth gaped making Sanji chuckle a little before finishing his pace.

“You’re..the best…” You whispered out in between thrust. He was fucking up into you on the slippery wall making you dig into his strong shoulders as he sucked your neck

Your praises kept Sanji to keep thrusting while holding you up by your ass. You nearly forgot Luffy was even there but you looked back up from Sanji’s shoulder and seen Luffy’s eyes now wide and open watching you both.

Luffy and you made eye contact and he quickly moved away from the window, heart beating and now stained underwear and pants. He felt a bit of guilt..and possibly envy? Luffy wasn’t sure, but now after hearing you give Sanji that kinda praise he didn’t really want to watch anymore. He sighed picking up his hat and heading back to his room.

You and Sanji kept going for a few more minutes cumming twice in the process. He still held you up after stopping with his head buried in your neck as you both catch your breaths.

“Sanj..I—.”

“Is he gone?” He looks back at the door to see nobody there. You look back at your lover as he walks you over to the counter, slowly pulls out, and wraps a robe around you and a towel over himself. “Good.”

“…You knew?”

“I knew he was watching us…” Sanji grumbled pushing his hair back for a moment giving your a glimpse of both of his eyes. “I know he was watching us but…if he does it doesn’t matter…because he’ll never get the real thing. Not if he wants his ass kicked.”

“You’re not mad?”

“I was at first but seeing you…and you telling me I’m the only one…I …got over it…”

He pouted in your shoulder and rose his head up to give you a short lived kiss “You okay? I didnt hurt—“

Your arms were thrown over his shoulders, reaching your tongue down his throat and gripping his wet hair, your boyfriend got in between your legs and rubbed them softly with his thumbs moaning lightly in your mouth. Something about Sanji being so protective over you turned you on so much.

“I love you, Ji….”

“I love you too…and these peeping toms out here.” You both chuckle as Sanji picks you up and heads back to your room for the night to cuddle.

“I guess we have to perverts on the ship.” You smiled in Sanji’s neck.

“Yeah….wait hey!”

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cliickermiller · 1 year

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The First Kiss 2/4 - Dad! Joel x Daughter! reader, Ellie X reader

Summary: You've been on a long trip the last week, between Tess dying and your dad injuring himself to protect you and Ellie, you really needed a pick me up, instead you both get kidnapped by creepy cannibals, barely making it out alive you and Ellie both realize something crucial to your guys's friendship

warnings: This is a heavy one, but I needed to pass the time so I can also get in some storyline of Part 2 in the series, attempted assault, murder, you and Ellie both murdering a creep, you being worried what Joel will think about you liking Ellie

The Apartment felt cold, like you guys weren't meant to be there, everybody was silent, you could tell Joel didn't like the idea of having both you and Ellie, you just kept quiet only speaking with Ellie to make sure she's comfortable and okay. Ellie laid on the couch, using her bag as a pillow and your jacket as a blanket. "Dad.." You whispered walking into his room, he was laying in bed with a notebook writing things down and counting rations cards. "Yea?" He asked looking at you, your chest felt heavy, you didn't want to ask but you needed to know. As tears brimmed your eyes you looked at him "W-where's Sara?..." You whispered, you watched his body tense, you knew something happened with your father, he wasn't the same as before but neither were you. "Not right now, y/n" He whispered, you could tell it was a touchy subject but you deserve to know, she was your sister. "Dad." You said sternly sitting on the bed next to him "Why are you caught up with the fireflies?" He asked "You're barely sixteen, just about the girls age you're supposed to be protecting?" He pressed more, his tone taking more authority "If I tell you..will you..will you tell me what happened with Sara?.." You asked looking at him "Fine" He huffed, you frowned sitting back against the wall next to him. "After Tommy gave me to the military..They ran out of room in the Austin QZ..." You whispered "They gunned the truck down..I managed to get out..run to the treeline and take off for town" You whispered sadly, you could feel his eyes on you "I stayed in different houses...starved..I got attacked by clickers one day..Marlene found me and brought me to their camp..At first I was lower rank..Older guys picked on me..grabbed me..Marlene found out and left them out for dead against the infected.." You mumbled, Joel was breathing shakily, his chest hurt, why couldn't of he have looked for you? "Then you came.." You whispered "I had to convince myself you were dead..I was almost getting myself killed looking for you.." You whispered sadly.

Joel was quiet, holding you tightly in a hug, you were quiet trying not cry, he didn't need to see that "Sara...Sara didn't make it..past Austin..Soldiers shot at us and she got hit..I-I couldn't save her.." he whispered, his voice shaky "Whenever Tommy told me he saw the dead truck passengers...I lost it..I thought I lost both my girls a-and I-I promised your mother to protect you two" He rambled, your dad had changed, he was broken, he was broken and trying. You hugged him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck "I-I'm sorry dad.." You whispered "But..I'm here.." The room was quiet, Joel was quiet, but you still stayed with him till you ended up falling asleep leaning against his shoulder.

That Night you snuck out of the QZ, watching Tess grab Ellie after finding out she's infected made you huff, you didn't care people were coming, you aimed your gun at her growling "Let her go!" You yelled glaring, you glanced over scoffing as you saw Joel holding his gun pointed at you "Don't Y/n put it down!" He demanded, he knew he'd never shoot you never in hundred years but he needed you to stop. You grabbed Ellie's hand pulling her towards you before rushing down the path ahead "Y/n!" Joel yelled as you sped your pace up "Are you okay El?.." You whispered looking at her, You cared about Ellie, you couldn't help it she was just a couple months younger than you and you guys had bonded the past day, Marlene was right, she was special just not in the way Marlene thought.

Whenever you found your first safe house you ignored Joel and Tess, they're arguing about what they should do, You just stuck with Ellie "Ya know..He was alot cooler before all this.." You whispered nudging her shoulder "Oh yea? I bet" She sassed smiling playfully at you "He was..He was super cool..It's weird seeing him now" Admitting it was weird, but felt good it was weird seeing Joel, he looked exactly like your dad, and was your dad, but he acted nothing like your dad. "I'm sorry, Y/n..I overheard what happened with your sister.." Ellie whispered "It's okay..Sara was too sweet for this type of world.." You whispered looking at the ground playing with a random rock you found, Ellie watched you closely before slowly resting a hand on yours, she wasn't gonna say it out loud but whenever you stood up for her and held her hand the entire way here protectively had her face bright red with a blush, she had a girlfriend before, kinda, Riley, but she wasn't ready to talk about it yet. You accepted her hand squeezing hers gently before sighing as you heard Tess and Joel's footsteps, you pulled your hand away quickly standing up and looking at your dad. "You aimed a gun at me" You said sternly, he huffed looking at you "You've gotta understand y/n. I wasn't goning to actually shoot but I needed you to put the gun down. She's infected! She could turn at any minute and kill every one of us!" He argued before walking past you "Show me. Show me the fucking bite" He demanded, you watched Ellie nervously pull her sleeve up showing the bite mark "She's immune...it's why she needs to go to the lab" You huffed looking at him "She got bit two days ago, and she's fine" You defended, Joel sat down watching you two.

The rest of the night was awkward, you fell asleep watching over Ellie but not the same way Joel and Tess were, whenever you woke up you had your arm wrapped around Ellie protectively, your excuse you told yourself was to feel if she moved but it was comforting. It still felt tense and you hated it, but you stood your ground, nobody was hurting Ellie.

4 days later

Tess's death brought you and your dad closer together, and you were grateful but you couldn't think about that right now, Right now you needed to find a way out of here, you knew you should've left Ellie with your dad to make sure he's okay but she insisted you would need backup. Now you were being tracked by some creep after rescuing Ellie from becoming some type of main course to their dinner, you rushed into a bar hiding behind a counter nervously glancing at Ellie "Hide..I'm gonna go around and come up behind him" You whispered quietly, slowly crawling between counters nervously, you could hear him, taunting you and Ellie to fight him. You moved to a different spot whimpering whenever you heard him gasp and start to walk over making you crawl quickly to a different counter, he was gonna find you, and Ellie was gonna have to watch you get murdered.

Your heart was racing and the man was just feet away, tears brimmed your eyes and you knew this wasn't gonna end well, Joel was hurt, bad, Ellie was trapped across the room hiding behind a fallen cupboard waiting for you, whenever you peaked around the corner you were forced to the ground "No!" You screamed crying out, he grabbed you roughly flipping you forward before reaching for his belt, you struggling screaming out for help, you fought against crying and screaming as loud as possible before feeling blood splatter on your face, Ellie stood behind you two, her knife covered in blood and the man now bleeding from his neck, You quickly flipped over repeatedly slamming the brick next to you now into the mans head, you felt hands grab you quickly pulling you away and into a sitting position, you shoved them away crying loudly "No! No! no! Stop!" You cried swinging your hands around "Y/n Y/n it's me!" Ellie said sternly, You looked at her feeling relief wash over you before sobbing loudly, Ellie hugged you tightly playing with the tips of your hair "H-He was- He was gonna-" You sputtered choking on another sob "I know..I know..I've got you, y/n..I've got you" She whispered kissing the side of your head "C'mon We've gotta get out of here and back to Joel" She whispered before cupping your cheeks gently "Are you alright?..You're good to walk?.." She whispered nervously, you panted nodding, you glared at the dead body slamming your boot into his skull to make sure he was dead, Ellie quickly lead you out and towards the camp, it took you a minute to get to back to the house but whenever you did you were met with Joel stumbling out calling for you both. Ellie helped you rush to your dad letting you go so you could hug him, she stayed quiet watching the both of you. You explained to your dad what happened, your tone dull and missing any form of life as you spoke, Joel just listened trying to keep his tears back before hugging you tightly "Im so sorry baby girl" He whispered sadly keeping you close, he failed to protect you again. "Ellie saved me.." You whispered leaning back looking at him, he glanced at the redhead behind you nodding softly "I was wrong about you, kid..looks like you really are a good kid" He chuckled, you nodded humming in agreement, Joel sighed watching Ellie walk up to you kneeling next to you to wrap your hand, it being sliced open from one of the cannibals fuckers that was trying to kill Ellie. Joel could tell something was happening between you two, the way you always kept a hand hovered over Ellie's back or held her hand anytime you walked out into the real world, or the way Ellie watched you closely with everything you did, or the way she'd blush everytime you touched her hand or shoulder.

That night you were staying in a different house, not far from the last one, you just needed one with no broken window considering the raiders shot out the ones for the house you were staying in. The house still had beds and basically room setups so after clearing it out with Ellie you helped your dad in bed in the master bedroom. Now you and Ellie sat in an old kids room setting up shifts to keep watch "Y/n?" Ellie whispered after a moment "I...I thought I was gonna lose you..and..that scared me..because I didn't know..if..- nevermind, just I thought I was gonna lose you" She rambled, you looked at her smiling a bit "it's okay, Ellie..I've made it this far without dying...plus I can't leave you with mr. crankypants alone" You giggled nudging her shoulder, you couldn't put your finger on it but you really cared about Ellie, you wanted to hold her hand all the time, any chance you got, her skin was soft and her voice was soft and sweet, even though most of the things that came out of her mouth were the exact opposite of soft and sweet. "Ahhh true true" She smiled looking at you, the silence was comfortable, peaceful, other than your father's obnoxiously loud snoring. You both leaned against each other watching the sunset through the window "Do you think we would've met if this clickers thing never happened?" Ellie asked softly playing with your fingers quietly "I hope so...We click together nicely" You giggled looking at her trying to hold back even more giggles "Oh my god! That pun was horrible!" She laughed loudly, you smiled watching her in awe, she really was the prettiest girl you ever met, you thought of yourself as lucky, to be able to of been in a world where you and Ellie met and were so close in age. "Why're you looking at me like that? Ms. googly eyes" Ellie teased poking you gently "I dunno..you're pretty" You could feel your face heat up blushing, you never even had a boyfriend before the clickers came and after it wasn't exactly easy to find someone your age that was tolerable.

Ellie looked at you, you could tell she was thinking about something, or rather debating something but you couldn't tell what. That was until she grabbed your cheeks kissing you softly, you were stunned, watching as she pulled away nervously standing away from you quickly "I-I'm sorry I-Im sorry" She said going to leave the room but you grabbed her hand from your spot on the floor. "Ellie. Stop for a moment..." You whispered holding her hand gently "Are..Are you sorry you kissed me..or sorry you feel that way towards me?.." You asked nervously, Ellie huffed nervously, you could tell she was feeling trapped but you knew letting her run away would hurt you both. "I-I..Both.." She whispered defeated looking away from you "Ellie...I've...I've never had a relationship..like ever..but..I know I like you..and I haven't felt like this towards anybody..I wanna hold your hand all the time..and..I- I don't know how..I mean I don't care what my dad thinks but..I don't know what he'd think about us.." You whispered shyly, she nodded a bit slowly sitting down in front of you "Okay...So we take it slow..and keep it secret for now.." She whispered holding your hand with slightly more confidence, you smiled, looking at her before nodding. You both smiled at each other before giggling loudly, you brought your hand up to her cheek before kissing her gently, it felt right, like your brain already knew what to do. Ellie smiled against your lips squeezing your hand gently as you both pulled away, your heart and smiled dropped though whenever you heard Joel clear his throat from the hallway.

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