#and merry -being the bastard he is- fucking loves it

[sanjifucker42069]

An Honest Mistake

Sanji x Reader

I am such a slut for character A catches character B partially or fully unclothed by accident.

Also I don't hate Zoro, I just wanted to write him in a way that was concurrent with Sanji's little bitch attitude. This is 100% written with anime Sanji in mind, love that pathetic wet cat of a man

Bro this turned into something...Reader is MEAN in this lmao, but tbh I really don't blame her.

Warnings: fem!reader, walking in on accident, mean!reader, sub!sanji, bro I would call this dubcon...Sanji reciprocates tho, unprotected p in v (bro, safe sex)

Word Count: 2,600-ish

The sun was high in the sky, the birds were singing, and the Going Merry was moving languidly through the sea. What a perfect day.

Sanji had to piss. The blonde pacing back and forth before the bathroom door.

"Zoro, fuck this I'm coming in."  Sanji threatened, banging repeatedly on the door.

The mosshead snapped back at him through the thick wood, voice hindered by the barrier. "Wanna see my dick that bad, shitty waiter?" 

Sanji bristled with anger, kicking the door. If he was lucky, Zoro would startle, slip in the shower, and break his neck. While the idea was lovely, he wouldn't let that asshole have the last word. "No one wants to see that carrot stick excuse for a dick. I have to piss. I'll be back in five minutes, if you aren't done, I don't care, I'm coming in."

He stalked off before the swordsman could snark back. Sanji felt antsy, he had to piss bad. Curse that green-haired bastard, of course he'd be taking the world's longest shower. He could probably fucking drain all of the East Blue with how long he's taking, Sanji thought bitterly.

What Sanji failed to notice in his stewing, was how Zoro had promptly finished his shower, muttering as he left the bathroom, towel low on his hip.

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You practically moaned with relief as the hot water cascaded down your naked body. After an early morning of small repairs to the ship, you were sweaty and sore. You smiled in relief, massaging shampoo into your scalp. Gods this was perfection. It seemed showering was the only time you got by yourself on this ship. You washed your body, happily lathering yourself in a particularly pleasant soap you'd picked up at the last island. You began humming to yourself, really working the lather in.

After truly savouring the experience, you were done. You turned the water off, shivering from the lack of hot water. You pulled the flimsy curtain back, stretching out to grab your towel. You didn't even know why you bothered with the curtain, it was practically transparent. The towel rod was just out of reach. Fuck, who decided to put the towel rack so far out of the way anyway? 

BANG! 

You froze in fear. An angry voice ringing through the door. Was that Sanji? What the fuck?

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When Sanji circled back, he could still hear the water running. He growled in anger. Now Zoro was just taking the piss. He rapped at the door as a courtesy. No answer. Oh now this asshole was just mocking him. 

He heard the water shut off. He kicked the door, trying to provoke a response. When no answer rewarded him, he got serious. Fine, he smirked, formulating a plan. Sanji would teach him to stop being such an asshole. He'd drag the swordsman out of that bathroom himself. 

Steeling his resolve, he flung the door open, stalking into the bathroom, steam caressing his face. He began lecturing, pointing for emphasis.

"Now listen here you bastard, I told you I'd come in here and now I'm gonna kick you out my-"

That was not Zoro.

Sanji froze as he took in your nude body, soaking wet. He could see your heaving breasts, nipples hard from the cold air. He felt his heart stop. You squealed, slapping a hand over your privates before he could see, catching only a glimpse of the patch of hair covering you. The action pushed your breasts together. Sanji wanted to move, really he did, but he felt frozen by the view.  With your other hand you desperately tried to cover your body with the shower curtain. Realistically, it did nothing. Sanji's mouth going dry at the sight. He tried to tear his eyes away from your nude form, but it was mesmerising him. You said something, but Sanji couldn't hear you over the sound of his heart pumping, blood rushing to his cock. 

"Can you at least close the fucking door you creep?"

Oh. Fuck. The door was still open. Dumbly, Sanji turned around and shut the door. You groaned. Sanji throbbed.

"I was kind of hoping you'd LEAVE."

That seemed to snap him out of it. 

"I am so sorry." He apologised loudly, he heard you scoff behind him. "No, really, I'm sorry!"

"If you're so sorry, get the fuck out." You spat. He felt his cock throb at your harsh tone.

"I can't." He hated how small his voice sounded. "I can't move right now."

You growled. As if he could feel the vibrations himself, Sanji bit back a moan. "Fine! I'm going to grab my towel. If you peek, I will fucking kill you."

He heard shuffling behind him. He stiffened. Eyes forward, eyes forward, he repeated like a mantra. His eyes traced the grain of the word. Anything to take his mind off the fact that you were naked, dripping wet, and within arm's reach. His eyes spied your clothing to his right, just folded on the toilet seat, waiting to be changed into. He gulped.

"Fine." You huffed. "I'm decent. Mind telling me why the fuck you burst in here?" 

"Uh, I- Well-" Sanji stuttered. He heard you tsk at him. 

"Look at me when I'm talking to you Sanji."

Sanji froze. "I-I can't do that (name)."

"I don't care how fucking hard you are you pervert. Look at me when you're speaking to me."

Sanji whimpered. Absolutely mortified, he clasped his hands together, covering his erection from your view. Even now he was throbbing from the humiliation. With a whine, he turned to face you.

Oh. You looked pissed. Breathtakingly gorgeous, but pissed. He tried desperately to keep his eyes on your face. You quirked a brow at him, arms crossed over your chest, both to keep your towel close to you, and to express your disappointment. Sanji shuddered.

"I'll ask you again. Why did you think it was acceptable to burst in on a woman bathing?"

He cringed. "I- You see- Zoro."

"Oh you were planning to catch Zoro showering, I see now." You snarked. Gods, did you have any idea how hot you were when you were mean? Sanji took a deep breath.

"I had to go. Zoro had been in the shower for ages. When I came back and the shower was still going...I thought it was still him."

"You must have had to go bad. Poor baby." You mused. "Go on then."

"What?!" 

"Go on, if you have to piss so bad, go now. The toilet's free after all."

Sanji flushed a dark red. "I-I can't."

"Guess you didn't have to go so bad then?"

Sanji felt tears prick his eyes. He understood you were upset, but this was just too much. And yet.... that perverted part of his brain was screaming out at the treatment, begging you for something, anything.

"I can't!" He whined dropped his eyes to the floor, voice becoming a whisper. "I'm too hard."

He heard you sigh. There was no way Sanji could ever meet your eyes now. "You're lucky you're cute."

Sanji short circuited.

"What?"

You laughed, he dared to look at you, seeing you regarding him with lidded eyes and a lopsided grin. "I said you're lucky you're cute. If you were anyone else I'd have kicked your ass."

"You're not mad?"

"Honey." You stalled for emphasis, grin unwavering. "I am fucking furious. However, I believe you. It seems like something you'd do. Alright...Show me then."

Sanji flushed, his ears burning from embarrassment. You clicked your tongue. "You saw mine, only fair I see yours."

He quickly looked at you again, thinking of how he could get out of it. Your grin was still there, but there really was a softness apparent. Wait? Were you enjoying this? You winked at him. 

Oh. Oh he got it now.

Sanji nodded. Removing his hands. You whistled lowly. He still felt embarrassed, but there was that lingering reminder that you were enjoying this just as he was. His hand fiddled with the fastening, the drag of the zipper leaving him hissing. He pushed his trousers to pool at his ankles. Sanji faltered, but one look into how hungrily your eyes devoured him, he continued. His cock was evident through his underwear, the hard bulge standing proudly. He blushed.

Hooking his thumbs into his waistband, dragging the underwear down slowly, just in case he needed to back out quickly. His cock caught on the fabric, but with a bit of resistance the fabric slipped, tucking under his balls. His cock slapped lewdly against his stomach, the noise reverberating through the small room. Sanji cringed at the sound. But you, you honest to gods moaned. He tampered down the humiliation, further pushing the underwear down to meet his pants.

It took buckets of courage, but he flicked his eyes up to meet yours, gasping at what he saw. You were biting your lip, staring at his cock hungrily. 

"Want me to help you Sanji?"

Sanji didn't think he could respond faster, whining out a hurried "Please." 

"Get on the toilet seat then."

Sanji looked at you confused. You rolled your eyes. 

"I just had a hot shower, I'm not standing up to fuck you. Sit down please."

Sanji squeaked at your vulgarity, moving quickly to get in position. He kicked himself out of the pooled fabric. He moved your clothing to rest on the bathroom cabinet. 

The toilet lid was cold. Incredibly cold on his balls, and he shivered. You laughed sincerely. 

"Your jacket and shirt, Sanji."

Oh! Right. He'd forgotten about that. At a speed that honestly made you giggle, he divulged his jacket. Fingers nimbly undoing his shirt. As he reached for his tie, you stopped him. 

"Uh uh. That stays on." Sanji whimpered. 

Once he was naked, save for his shoes, socks, and tie, you whistled appreciatively. He felt mortified at the realisation his shoes were still on, somehow making him feel more naked. He met your lust-filled eyes.

"Well don't you look good enough to eat handsome. Hope you don't mind if I take a seat?"

You dropped the towel, momentarily stunning the man. Sanji's eyes darted around, evident he was trying to commit you to memory. You laughed. Once you reached him, your leant down, gripping his knees with your hands. Sanji's eyes scrunched shut at the feeling of you touching him, his cock jumping appreciatively. Perversely, you spread Sanji's thighs, relishing in his undignified squeal. Sanji opened his eyes, seeing you spit in your hand, wicked eyes meeting his. 

Sanji let out a cry of relief when your hand wrapped around his cock, spreading thick precum down his shaft. You squeezed him, grinning when he whined. You pumped him a few times before removing your hand, leaving the blonde to whimper and plead. He shut up when you hovered over his lap, fingers playing with his tie.

"Here we go. Time to reward you for being such a good boy."

You lined him up with your entrance, his tip just touching. He stopped you.

"W-wait! What about you?"

You laughed, eyes sparkling. "Sanji I am soaked. You don't realise just how sexy you look right now."

With a moan you sunk down on the man. His girth stretched you deliciously. Unceremoniously, you bottomed out. Sanji whined, trying desperately to keep his hips still. After a few seconds of adjusting you began a hurried pace. Sanji would have doubled over from the speed were you not holding him up. His eyes rolled back. Gods, the way your tits dragged along his chest, or the way your cunt squeezed him deliciously. Fuck, he was delirious with pleasure. 

He tried to keep quiet, really he did. But the way you were fucking him, clearly in charge, was killing him. Moans tumbled from his mouth. You laughed, pulling him into a wet kiss. You swallowed his moans, picking up your pace. The wet slapping that reverberated throughout the bathroom should embarrass the both of you, and yet you two were too lost in pleasure to care. You groaned into his mouth, retreating you tongue to suck his bottom lip into your mouth.

One hand snuck up to grab his tie, fisting it in your hand and pulling it tight. Sanji broke your kiss to whine keenly, before diving back in. You pulled back, leaning down to suck at his neck. Sanji squealed, hips stuttering. 

Oh. He was close.

Your grip on his tie never faulted, instead you pulled harder, yanking him so your lips met his ear.

"Cum for me pretty boy, cum like the dirty pervert you are."

Sanji's hands clamped on your hips so hard it left marks. He began rutting up into you ruthlessly, pride swelling in him at the delicious moan you made. You whined, kissing him below the ear.

"Fuck I'm so close. C'mon baby, cum in me, want it bad."

Sanji's vision exploded into white, his voice raising embarrassingly high as he came. Watching the way his face scrunched up sent you over the edge, and he felt you clench around him like you'd never let him go. The two of you rode through your orgasms, kissing each other hungrily.

The two of you came down from your highs, panting wildly, and staring into each other's eyes.

You caught your breath, as Sanji caught his. Sanji was flushed, sweat coating him. You on the other hand were blushing a bright red, shyness setting in.

"Was that okay?" You asked. Sanji laughed, crushing you against him, burying his face in your chest. You laughed.

"Perfect." He mumbled from his hiding place. Sanji stared up at you. "Sorry for bursting in on you."

You smiled down at him, expression filled with love. "Nah, m'glad it was you. Sorry for using your humiliation kink against you."

Sanji whined. "I do not have a humiliation kink."

"With what I just saw? I beg to differ." You played with his tie, eyes soft. "Love you, you big softie."

"And I love you, my sexy dominatrix." 

You laughed, pulling the blonde in for another kiss. "Really do love you. Please don't think I hate you, or that I meant that stuff...well, maybe I meant it a little. I...you're capable of being treated softly Sanji, and I do intend to do just that. Even if you do make me want to throttle you sometimes.."

Fuck he was grateful he had burst in on you, if he could get you treating him like that one minute, and this soft the next.

With a combined groan you pulled yourself off him. Sanji cringing at his soft cock dragging through your walls. You began cleaning him up with your towel, cleaning yourself as you went. Sanji raised a brow. 

"Gotta wash it anyway. Now get dressed and get out. I'll get dressed and leave later. Don't want anyone to be suspicious." You paused. "Well, anyone who didn't hear you."

Sanji laughed. Fuck, he guessed he really did love you. You gestured with your hands for him to shoo, swatting lightly at his ass he gathered his clothes. Perhaps he wouldn't knock next time either. He stiffened, causing you to regard him with a raised brow.

"You okay sweetheart?"

"I still have to piss."

#sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #one piece x reader #smut #i have POTS so my ass would DIE if i had sex upright after a hot shower lmao #like GIRL i can hardly stay upright after a shower

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Men With a Reader who has powers

Requested: No

Warnings: Angst, blood mention

Ghost - Mediumship

The first time Ghost saw you talking to a corner of a wall he just sighed, already making a mental note to report you for a psych eval as he went on his way. It wasn’t until you approached him later that day, quiet and hesitant, that he started to get very confused. And then you leaned in, whispered in his ear, “Tommy says to look in the right hand pocket of his leather jacket.” And he was shell shocked, frozen in place as you went on your merry way, like you hadn’t just shaken the foundation of his sanity.

And he did check that jacket, dug it out of a dusty box in the long neglected storage unit he rented under a fake name. What was in it? A picture of him holding Tommy’s newborn, eyes soft as the little one clenched one of his big fingers in both of his tiny hands. On the back, Tommy's chicken scratch handwriting in faded blue ink read “Happiest day of my life. We all love you, Uncle Simon.”

Soap - Invulnerability

The first time Soap ever learned of this he wasn’t even phased, just immediately asked you if he could launch a bazooka at you and see what happens. And you, being the mad bastard that you are, fucking let him, the sheer force of the explosion sending you flying back and crashing through several trees. He attributes it as one of the funniest moments in his life, and he was laughing even as Price made him do laps until he dropped.

While you’re in a relationship with him, it’s really not that much different. He maybe gets a tad more squeamish about recklessness with your power. Okay, maybe a tad is a bit of an understatement. In truth, he’s fucking terrified. He’s scared that you might get hurt, that maybe, even if it was just once, you were left vulnerable and you would be unable to recover. Or worse, that you’d die. The thought plagued him everytime you rush in, uncaring of your own safety until he basically starts bubble wrapping you before every mission.

Alejandro - Super Strength

Alejandro was never a huge fan of the superhuman program. It was nothing against the actual people in the program and more to do with the people who ran it. How they made the people under them miserable, treated them as less than human. It annoys him, makes him angry. Especially when he meets someone as nice as you, always eager to lend a hand around base. Whether it be lifting up a particularly heavy crate of food or tilting a whole automobile to the side when the carjack broke.

But there are moments when he’s reminded of how utterly different he is from you. When he gets to see your not to kind side, as you rip heads from bodies, sharp teeth bared and bloodied like some kind of beast among the corpses of its prey, a snarl on your face and a growl emitting low from within your chest. It….it probably should not have given him such a big hard on. It was even worse when Rudy saw and teased him about being a monster fucker.

König - Size Shifting

König is so utterly confused when he watches you disappear right before his eyes one day. A blink and you’re gone. At first he thinks that maybe you’re a teleporter but then he catches a glimpse of you scampering around on the kitchen floor, clearly looking for something in your tiny form. He thinks he scares you when he kneels down to ask you if you need help, finding it adorable when you jump but quietly accept his offer.

Ever since then you two slowly became inseparable. His favorite modes of yours are either teeny tiny or absolutely fucking gigantic. If you go tiny then he loves to have you inside his mask, cuddling up to his face. Or have you on his shoulder during lunch time, feeding your little crumbs of his food until you feel like you’re gonna pop. But he so loves it when you’re big too, picking him up like a baby and cradling him against your chest, or swinging him above your head while laughing. And oh the cuddles are so nice when you’re wrapped around him so fully. He can’t remember the last time he ever felt so safe.

#cod #call of duty #mwii #mw2 #call of duty mwii #cod mwii #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #Simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #John MacTavish #john mactavish x reader #John soap MacTavish #john soap mactavish x reader #Alejandro Vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #König #König x reader

[bokutosbiceps]

real deal

kure raian x f!reader | smut + some fluff | 2.2k words

summary: raian comes home from a job to find that you’ve replaced him with a little piece of plastic. he decides to show you why the real deal is always better

warnings: mentions of murder, cursing (it’s rai omg), nsfw under the cut, use of sex toy, cunnilingus, throat fucking, choking/gagging, pussy eating, fingering, rough sex, possessive sex, mating press, dirty talk

a/n: i’m dedicating this to @thebigevilsamp + @missmadness123 because i used to thirst over raian with these two so i figured you guys would appreciate this 🥹 i’m sorry for leaving LOL. oh + also @kenganparadise + @kengan-ass because i enjoyed their writing at the peak of the fandom 💕

18+ MINORS DNI

Raian swung his keys around on his index finger as he strolled back to his car, whistling a tune he’d had stuck in his head throughout his entire job. Erioh had sent him to kill some asshole who had been embezzling money from one of Erioh’s oldest friend’s company, and Raian couldn’t have been less intrigued. 

The job was easy, since the target was just an old dude. A simple squeeze of his hand had snapped the old man’s fragile cervical spine, extinguishing the last bit of life the guy had left in him. Whatever, he was probably going to die within the next 10 years anyways. But however easy the job was, it was equally long. The target rarely ever worked given his old age, and it took forever to get intel on when the old bag would show up to work. Raian was never able to figure out where he lived, either. He didn’t understand how old people could be so elusive.

I’ve just gotta go report back to old man Erioh and then I’ll finally be able to get home. Raian grunted to himself as he weaved in and out of traffic on his way to Kure Village. I wonder how my bitch is doing… Raian’s expression softened as he thought of coming home to you after being away for so long on this job. He would probably never get used to being received with such excitement and love when returning home from a job. Deep down, he loved it. And deep down, he missed you more and more as the days apart from you passed. He appreciated the short but sweet texts you would send him, telling him that you were thinking of him, or that you missed him, sometimes even complete with a cute or sexy photo of you.

Maybe he should do something nice for you. Since he was in a good mood.

Raian sneered as he slammed his car door shut after pulling up to a random supermarket. Dumb bitch, making me get her flowers. Why do women even like flowers? They’re so useless, can’t even eat them or use them as a weapon. Fucking hell. He grumbled to himself as he picked up some flowers, already knowing exactly which kind he would get since he had taken note of what types of flowers you liked to adorn the kitchen table with in the house. He could be observant when he wanted. He threw some cash at the cashier and stalked back to his car, speeding to Kure Village so he could debrief Erioh and be on his merry way to your arms.

“It’s finished, old man.” Raian leaned against the door frame to Erioh’s office, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he watched his grandfather raise his eyebrows in surprise.

“I’m surprised it took you so long. I was starting to wonder if you’d finally pissed someone off enough to get yourself killed.” Erioh cackled at how quickly Raian’s smirk disappeared.

“Kill? Me?” Raian snorted. “You know better, you old bastard, no one can kill me.” Raian straightened once he remembered your flowers were resting in the front seat of his car, likely shriveling up in the sweltering heat of the afternoon. “I’m leaving. If you need anything else, don’t.” Raian turned on his heel and waved to Erioh as he exited his house.

“Raian.” Erioh called out to him and Raian huffed as he turned back around to face his grandfather, glaring at him expectantly. “I’m giving you the next two weeks off. Spend some time with your woman.” Erioh smiled slyly and sat down at his desk. “If I’m going to be appointing you as head of the clan anytime soon, I’ll be wanting to see that you are capable of upholding your bloodline.” Erioh gave Raian a pointed look. “Get busy.”

Raian scoffed as he continued to make his way out of Erioh’s house. Way ahead of you.

It took Raian less than 3 minutes to drive the short distance from Erioh’s house in the depths of Kure Village to his own home somewhere in the upper ring of the village.

He unlocked the front door and entered the silent house with flowers in hand, somewhat disappointed that you weren’t jumping into his arms to greet him like you usually did. It’s what he got for trying to surprise you with his return.

“Y/n?” Raian called out as he walked from the front room to the living room, stopping in the kitchen to set the flowers down on the table next to the vase filled with almost identical flowers. He heard a small buzzing noise coming from down the hall and followed the noise to the bedroom. What he found was a delicious sight.

You were lying on the California king, legs open wide, chest heaving, and lips parted in pleasure as you held something small and colorful and vibrating to your clit.

“Hmm, the fuck is going on here?” Raian’s deep drawl shook you out of your haze of pleasure, causing you to immediately close your legs and sit up in slight fear and embarrassment.

“Rai, I didn’t know you were coming home.” Your voice was breathless, your hair slightly tousled, and your cheeks held a shade of arousal that Raian found so delectable. He approached the bed in one long stride and snatched the vibrator out of your hand before you could even think to hide it. “I missed you.” You said bashfully, watching as Raian inspected the toy that fit in between his large fingers.

“You missed me so you tried to replace me with this thing?” Raian challenged, crushing the vibrator between his fingers and shifting his gaze to you.

“Nothing can replace you, Rai.” You sat up onto your knees to become level with Raian, who was still standing by the bedside, now brushing the remnant of your brand new vibrator onto the floor. You slid your hands underneath his shirt and up his chest. “Fusui just…suggested it to me. She knew I was missing you and you never told me when you’d be back…a girl has her needs, y’know.”

“So did that little fucking toy satisfy your needs?” Raian seized your hands with one of his hands and used his other hand to grip your face. You shook your head in blatant and hurried denial. “Good, I’m glad my bitch knows the difference between a piece of plastic and the real deal.”

Raian wasted no time in pushing you back on the bed and placing his knees on either side of your naked body, dragging his shirt off while you made quick work of his belt and pushed his jeans down to expose the bulge in his boxers.

“You see how hard I am already, bitch? This was your plan all along, hm? For me to come home and see my bitch all laid out on the bed for me, ready to be fucked?” Raian sank his teeth into your shoulder, rutting his hips so that his bulge was rubbing against your pussy. You gasped at the sudden contact and wrapped your legs around his hips obediently, giving him more access. “Good girl.” He growled, moving his hands down to squeeze and knead your ass.

“Rai, fuck—I missed you, so much.” You breathed, bucking your hips against his boxers, getting them soaked in your arousal.

Raian sat back on his heels, eyes raking over your naked body which was trembling with excitement at the evening ahead of you. He looked down at his boxers and frowned. “Dirty girl, huh? Getting my boxers all wet with your pussy juices.” He stood up briefly to take off his boxers, releasing his girthy cock and letting it slap against his lower abdomen. You drooled at the site of his pre-cum leaking out in beads from his tip.

Raian kneeled back on the bed and grabbed a fistful of your hair, coaxing your lips closer to his cock until it was fully shoved down your throat. He warmed his cock in your throat until he noticed tears forming at the corner of your eyes and decided to give a good, strong thrust into your mouth, causing you to gag.

“My bitch is gonna gag on my cock, huh? Did you miss the way it tastes? Are you gonna take all this cum for me?” He bullied you, fucking your throat despite your gagging and choking until he was shooting ropes of cum down into your stomach. He slid out of your mouth and let you catch your breath while pushing you back down on the bed and pressing kisses down your neck, to your breasts, to your navel, before placing a chaste kiss to your clit, making you whine and arch your back.

“Does my girl want me to fuck her cunt with my tongue?” Raian smirked at your whining as you twisted his hair in your fists, trying to push your hip into his face. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want you t-to fuck me, Rai.” You breathed. “I missed your cock so much, baby.” Raian clicked his tongue before pushing one, then two, then three fingers inside of you, eliciting a high pitched whine from you that originated from deep in your chest.

“Not yet, bitch.” Raian pumped his fingers in and out of you as he licked a stripe up your clit. “I’ve gotta torture you first.” Raian continued fucking you with his fingers and licking and sucking on your clit until your thighs were trembling and he was sure you were about to cum. Just when you felt like you were about to fall over the edge, Raian abandoned your pussy, making you shiver slightly at the cold air that replaced his touch.

You lifted your heavy head to see Raian kneeling again, stroking his cock and spreading his pre-cum to make sure he could fuck you easily. You eyed his cock hungrily, remembering how just moments ago that thing had been shoved down your throat so far you could barely breathe.

Without any warning, Raian hoisted your legs onto his shoulders and leaned down in between your legs to lick greedily up your neck before capturing your lips in a rough kiss, almost feral, that left you dizzy. Raian’s lips put you into such a trance that the pressure of Raian pushing his cock inside of you made you squeal in surprise, throwing your head and arching your back, making Raian’s angle inside of you even deeper.

“Fuck, babe, how could I resist the feeling of your pussy squeezing my cock like this?” Raian picked up the pace, bottoming out with every thrust. “How much did you miss me?” Raian gripped your chin and forced you to look at him, but your eyes were rolling into the back of your head from the pleasure of Raian’s cock filling you up. “Look at me, bitch, tell me how much you missed me fucking you like this.”

You willed yourself to meet Raian’s feral gaze, which made your walls squeeze around Raian’s cock even tighter as he fucked you into the bed. “I missed you so much—baby, I-I dreamed about you coming home and—f-fucking me just like this.”

“Hm, good answer.” Raian's pace started to become erratic and his hips stuttered. “I think I’m gonna let you cum. Is that what you want?” You managed to moan out a yes as Raian’s thrusts became rougher and he squeezed your hips with his fingers, hard enough to leave bruises. He growled as he neared his release and the sound was the final straw to bring on your climax. Raian was not far behind you and he released into you as he bit your bottom lip before smoothing it over with his tongue.

Once he was sure he had emptied the last drop of his cum into your cunt, he slipped out of you and threw himself down onto the bed next to you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his chest. He let you catch your breath before continuing his bullying.

“So me or the toy?” He asked through a smirk. You huffed.

“Rai, shut up. I was just desperate, you were gone for a long time.” You said the last part quietly.

Raian felt a twinge of guilt poke him in the chest. He frowned and ran his hands down your back, squeezing your ass. “Sorry.” He mumbled. Two weeks didn’t seem like that long when he was focused on a job, but he had never thought of how long it must’ve seemed to you when you had to deal with his family every day.

“It’s fine.” You stifled a yawn and curled yourself further into Raian’s chest. “Just as long as you come back to me every time.”

The corner of Raian’s mouth turned upward into what could have been regarded as a smile, had you seen it. He just grunted in agreement. Nothing could keep me away.

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[ktficworld]

Loving you is not easy, my dear

Pairing: Steve Rogers x desi!reader

Summary: America thinks Steve Rogers can do better and maybe, they are right.

Warning: heavy racism(seriously, I'm not using this word lightly), angst, hurt/comfort, trolling, protective!Steve, reader gets her revenge on the racist bastards 😈

A/n: posting after so long. Already know traction is going to be shit but I'd really appreciate if you reblog this. I'll try to keep it short(I failed💀)

Tags: @sunshine-on-my-mind @slutty-daddy-pedro

This wasn't supposed to happen.

You weren't ready to get dragged through the mud just yet.

You and Steve have been dating for a year. You were a regular software engineer. Wandering around on the internet, to help fellow programmers with their problems. Little did you know, that none other than Tony Stark was there for help under the disguise of 'toiletdistroyer'; frankly, you should have known by this username, but oh well.

So, you caught the billionaires eye and he offered you a job on the spot. And of course, you took it, much to your parents dismay and happiness. With tears filled in your eyes and aachar, parathe stuffed in your tiffin. Of you went to America.

You didn't meet the captain for a good month and honestly, even if you had. You wouldn't have given two fucks about him since you were stressed to the brim with work and moving in.

You slowly met every avenger. Tony was the first, of course. Then it was Bruce Wayne Banner as you worked on the technical part of a bio-tech project he was developing. He was good but was shy and mostly kept to himself. Afterwards followed, Natasha, she was sassy and perfect. You liked talking to her about girl shit and somehow, she took a liking to your weird ass and you befriended black widow.

Next up, was his best friend. Bucky. He caught you wandering outside the stark building because you came too early and so he joined you and the birds chirping. He was cute and funny, but not your type. Thankfully, he wasn't interested and quickly friend zoned him.

Then you met him.

You whistled as you sauntered into the lobby. Clocking out early from your shift and cherry on top, it was Friday. You were going to have a fun weekend. Talking with your parents, watching kdrama and being gleefully single.

Your whistle was disturbed by something squashy yet hard coming underneath your foot. You retreated your foot and glanced down with furrowed brows. It was a brown leather wallet. With a sigh, you bent down and picked up the lost wallet.

You opened the wallet to see the identity of the abandoned wallet's owner and your eyebrows disappeared into you hairline as the stupidly handsome face of the captain appeared in front of you. He must have dropped it in a hurry.

Your eyes darted around as you bit your bottom lip. The sane thing to do would be to go to the reception, hand her the wallet and go your merry way. But he might still be around and also, the receptionist looked too bitchy for you to deal with. So you went for the less sane option, of course.

You took a deep breath and glanced up at the ceiling. "Hey, Friday. Is Captain Rogers still in the compound?"

"Yes, miss. Shona. Captain Rogers is in the parking lot." The robotic voice of Friday said from above.

"Thank you, Friday." You said and deeply sighed. Yes, you could do it. No need to be nervous. What if he's Captain America? You ain't a criminal. With that peep talk, you rushed to the parking lot.

You almost tripped while trying to find Steve in the parking lot but in the end, you found him. He was swinging his leg to climb on his bike when you shouted to get his attention.

"Captain Rogers! Captain Rogers!" The man stopped mid-way, setting his foot back on the ground as he turned around and you almost died at the sight of him. He was wearing blue jeans, white T-shirt and blue jacket, making his sapphire eyes pop as some blonde hair strands falling over his forehead. Oh, girl. Get a grip on yourself!

He was startled by your incessant shouting as he looked at you with his doe yet alert eyes. "Yes, miss. How can I help you?" He asked, ever the gentleman and you internally sighed in relief that he didn't call you ma'am.

You waved his wallet and said. "Your wallet. I think you dropped in the lobby."

His eyes widened as he patted his pockets and a sheepish look appeared on his face. "Ah, I think I really dropped it. Sorry." He said and walked up to you.

You gave him his wallet with a smile and bit your lip when your hands touched. Fuck, were you on your pms?

You peered at him through your lashes as he checked the insides of the wallet and promptly shoved it in his jeans back pocket.

He glanced at you and with a shy smile, said. "Thank you, miss."

"Oh, no problem. You can call me shona." You didn't know what divine energy of confidence came over you as you extended your hand for Steve to shake.

Steve looked at you funnily but shook your hand nonetheless. "That's not your real name, is it?" He asked timidly after the handshake, his touch lingering on your hand as you unwittingly savoured the feeling.

You beamed at him and shook your head. "Nope."

"Then, what is it?"

You told him your name and the smile on his dashing face faded away as he looked down. You could not blame him, most people had the same reaction and that was why you gave your nickname, not actual name.

"I'll probably butcher that." He muttered sadly as he scratched the back of his neck.

You chuckled and waved off his concerns. "It's alright. Most people can't say my name. Only few special people have made it into a special group who can pronounce it outside India." And it was true. Only few people were able to say your name without getting their tongue twisted, including Natasha.

Steve raised an eyebrow. He bent down, close to your face and whispered, in a husky voice. "And what are the requirements?"

You hummed as you pretend to think with your finger on your chin and said, dramatically. "A lot of dedication and practice."

Now it was his turned to be amused as he leaned even closer and asked. "And what will I get if I get into this special club?"

You were caught off guard as you spluttered out. "Um, what do you want?" And you also had kdramas to binge for fuck sake.

"A dinner sounds good." He said with a lopsided grin.

You gave him a thumbs up and said. "Perfect! Now I need to go. I have a weekend to enjoy, bye." You said and rushed out without a second thought or glance at Steve.

When you sat down in the metro was the time when your dumb mind actually processed his words and you froze In your seat. Wait! Did he just ask you on a date?

He did, in fact, ask you on a date.

After he learned to say your name. You two went on a date and you knew you were doomed. Those blue eyes had effectively captured your heart as you slowly fell for him.

And who won't? He was so soft, affectionate, caring, supportive. He was perfect. You didn't know what he saw in you. You were so... Regular.

But whenever you would say this to him. He would look at you all offended and ask why not? You were beautiful, intelligent and his sunshine. And you melted everytime he said that.

You told your parents and you had to make your mother take an oath that she won't say anything about your relationship to any of your relatives as she just couldn't stop giggling. Thankfully, she kept her oath.

You also officially got introduced to the avengers. Bucky and Natasha already knew about it and everyone was happy for you and Steve. Yeah, Tony did throw a tantrum about how he didn't figure out your budding romance and how Rogers whisked you away from under his nose. His words, not yours. And he also earned a slap to the chest by Pepper for that.

You both decided to keep your relationship private. Steve did not want to make a circus of his relationship in the media and you also wanted to lay low. You wanted to take the Katrina Kaif route, one day you're single and the next day, poof! You are married.

But the Cosmos had another plan.

You didn't know who it was, a reporter or a fan. But someone captured you and Steve in a not so platonic way. You were sitting on his bike, one hand occupied with an ice cream and the other, draped over his board shoulder. He was holding you by the waist as you both kissed. Ice cream long forgotten as you both were smiling into the kiss. But someone had posted it on social media and overnight your very private relationship was in front of the entire world to judge ans comment about.

You woke up to a cold bed and your phone exploded with texts and calls, ranging from judgmental relatives to your friends from India and America to the entire avengers team.

You furrowed your brows at the slew of messages and calls and decided to call Steve but instead his phone blared in your shared room, making you sigh. What the fuck was going on?

You scrolled through your contacts and paused when Natasha's name appeared. You hovered over her number hesitantly before calling her. Just after two rings, she answered.

"Hello, Natasha. What is going on and where is Steve?" You asked her in a sleepy voice and scratched your head.

On the other side of the line, Natasha sucked in a sharp breath and replied with unusual franticness. "Shona, somebody leaked a photo of you two and now the world knows that you both are in a relationship. Steve's in the living room, come here quickly and don't open your social media!" Natasha cautioned.

"Wha-" You didn't even get a chance to comprehend her words before she hang up the call. You glance at your phone incredulously. You sat up straight when your brain finally processed the given information. Your relationship was public. Your Katrina Kaif moment was ruined even before it materialised, ugh! So unfair.

And telling you not to open your social medias? It was like telling a child not to eat the candies from the jar. You bit your lip and opened the hellhole called twitter. And the number one trending hastag was:

#CaptainAmericaisdatingwho?

You tapped on the hastag and was instantly greeted by the picture of you and Steve. Your eyes widened as you took in the picture, whoever clicked it had good photography skills as you looked decent in it. You scrolled down and made a decision you would later come to regret, started reading the reactions of the people.

He is dating an Indian? Why? Did he not find any good girl in here? Insane.

If they have a child, what would be their skin color?

She probably put him under a spell or something.

Wait! She works for Stark, meaning this is a work-place relationship. Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

Captain America is taken😭😭😭 why God! Now I need to find someone else to obsess over😭😭😭

Look how she's eating. Like, get some manners girl! 👇

You looked down to the image attached. You were eating rice with your hand and winking at the camera, granted it wasn't the neatest sight but eating food with hands made it taster(yeah, fight me on it!).

That was it, you could not take it anymore. You burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter as you giggled at the comments, doubling down in your bed.

Tears gathered in your eyes as you laughed your ass off on these racists misery. You knew damn well that you would face some form of racism whether you dated Steve or not and it was funny to see them whine like anyone gave a shit.

You scrolled some more laughing at the whiny racist and the memes people made along the way. However, one comment caught your attention as you halted to read it.

Why isn't Steve dating her?

You looked down at the photo and your heart dropped, all your happiness fading away. You stared at the woman's photo for what felt like ages as you observed her porcelain skin, her blonde hair and her perfect figure. She was the epitome of an American woman.

You looked at Sharon's perfect face and could not help but echo the poster's thought. Yeah, why wasn't he dating Sharon? Why was he dating you? A regular girl while he was captain fucking America! He could have anyone he wanted. A model, an actor anyone he wanted and he wanted you? Why?

Much to your detriment, you scroll past it and onto the next comment which said:

So, she's the ugly one in the relationship 🙈🙈🙈

The comment plunged into your soul like a rusted dagger as your breathing becomes a shallow pounding in your ears. You glanced forward, where the full length mirror was sitting and stared at your reflection with critical gaze.

You brought a hand to your face, it was so dull. Your eyes had dark circles and were puffy. Your lips weren't plump enough. Your eyes weren't big enough. Your body wasn't curvy enough. You only had brains. No, you didn't! You weren't special, anyone could do your job with enough practice. You were nothing out of the ordinary.

You were snapped out of your destructive thoughts as your phone was snatched out of your grip. You whipped your eyes to the perpetrator and a very furious Natasha glared back at you.

"What did I tell you about not checking your social media?" Natasha asked, enraged as she waved your phone in her hands.

You didn't want Natasha to be proven right so you scoffed and replied. "Telling someone not to do something will only make them do it more. Haven't you heard of reverse psychology, agent?" You snarked and Natasha shook her head in displeasure.

"You coming with me?" Natasha asked.

You paused to think and then shook your head. "Let me shower first. I feel dirty and sleepy."

Natasha nodded thoughtfully and said. "Okay, I'll stay here."

You whined in protest but quickly shut up after receiving a steely glare fron the black widow which would make even the toughest villians pee their pants. You showered, taking extra long as you got distracted by your thoughts yet again. And made your way to the living room with Natasha in toe.

And you heard it before you saw it. The annoying voice of one of the most famous conservative journalist as he said that Steve Rogers could do much better, that this relationship wasn't going to last and that he wished it won't last long.

The last part made your stomach churn in uncertainty.

The pattering of footsteps alerted the other avengers of your arrival. Tony and Steve were standing next to each other as they talked in hushed yet aggressive tone.

Tony looked annoyed than ever as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. While, Steve? Steve looked like just one poke and he would snap. His jaw was clenched, his eyes were ablaze as he stood taut.

Both of the man's gaze snapped towards you as Steve's face softened and he rushed towards you, blocking your view to the TV as Tony hastily turned it off.

"You finally done sleeping, sleepy head?" Steve asked affectionately as he caressed you cheek.

You hummed absentmindedly and forced a smile on your face. "Slept like a baby." You said and the air was so thick with tension that it was strangling you more than your own mind as no one dared to talk about the elephant in the room.

Eventually, Steve cleared his throat and said in a whisper. "You already know what happened but don't worry, I'm with you." And pulled you into his embrace. Yes, why are you with me, Steve? What do you like in having to deal with all this drama when you could date any white woman and keep the peace?

You tried to reciprocate his hug but it was a half hearted attempt as you were fixated onto something else.

"Yeah, don't do anything stupid." Sam said when you and Steve parted. His face was empathic and knowing and your heart broke at that. Still, you gave him a half smile.

"Hey! That's my line!" Bucky yelled in offence, making Sam scowl at him.

"You don't own a sentence, Buchanan." Sam countered.

"Don't call me that and I would copyright..." They kept bickering but you tuned them out as the seed of doubt started sprouting in your consciousness.

📷

But it only got worse. The hate just didn't stop and everyone was piling up on you. Indians did come to your defence, questioning the racism and the unrequited hate you were getting.

But some were also interrogating you. Why were you dating captain America? Why were you flying so high? That he may just be using you and would leave you for an American sooner or later. This sentiment was also shared by your relatives.

Your parents were on your side but you could sense that seeing you get attacked was upsetting them. You put up a brave face in front of the world but you were crumbling down from the depths of your being. You were falling down an abyss and no matter how hard you shouted for help, your mind didn't let up its torment.

You didn't tell the avengers or Steve because they was already so stressed out dealing with all this fiasco. He was so distraught that he didn't even notice you withdrawing from him. He didn't notice how you slept on the edge of the bed instead of in his arms. He didn't notice that you avoided mirror like a plague. He didn't notice how you were drowning in your minds stupid tricks.

That was until it boiled over.

It was a quiet evening. You were walking back to the compound after running some errands. Apparently, Indian species were hella expensive and hard to find in there so you shopped for them by yourself. And it was also because you liked these non-eventful and tranquil moments that you had reserved for yourself.

You were absentmindedly trudging forward as the compound just entered your peripheral when a shout jolted you out of your trance like state.

"Go back to your country!"

You whirled around, only to come face-to-face with a regular white man. Seriously, he didn't even look like a Kevin or intimidating, just run of the mil white guy, very easy to blend in the crowd.

You raised your eyebrows and exclaimed. "Excuse me?"

The man tutted and took a step forward, you taking a backward step. "Didn't you hear me? I said, go back to your country."

"This is getting old. Try something new." You said with a bored voice and crossed your arms on your chest.

"Seriously, first you take our jobs then resources and now our hero? Just because you don't have anything in your country, doesn't mean you should come running to us and mooch off of us." He ranted with a grunt.

"Why? You wanna date him?" You eyed him from head to toe. "To my knowledge, Steve is straight and even if he wasn't. I don't think he would date someone like you." You snided.

His jaw ticked as he took a step forward. "You don't deserve him!" He spat.

Yes, you don't deserve him. Your mind supplied as your grip around the shopping bag loosened.

"He deserves better." Yes, he deserved better.

"You are nothing." Yes, you were nothing.

You were so hypnotised by your minds scorching affirmations that you didn't see the approaching threat.

You yelped as your back hit an electric poll, grocery bag falling on the ground. The man lunging forward for an attack but before he could even lift his hand, a punch from his left side shoved him away and he landed on the ground with a pained grunt.

You let out a shuddery breath as you slowly glanced to your left, your whole body trembling with fear. Your eyes landed on Steve standing there, panting heavily as his knuckles were painted crimson, by whose blood? You didn't know. His eyes were ablaze and his face was murderous as he began charging towards the whimpering man on the pavement.

This snapped you from whatever demons were holding you as marched towards him and shrieked. "Steve, stop!"

You stopped in front of him and wrapped youur hands around his. He halted in his steps, his face instantly softening as he unclenched his fists and dropped his offensive stance. He cupped your right cheek and you spluttered out a sob.

You glanced down at his bloody knuckle and coked out. "Steve, let's go."

He glanced behind you at the whining man and then nodded. He tucked you in his embrace while your gaze never left his knuckles. This was all your fault. Because of you, he almost lost control of himself and if he would have done something then you would have also smeared his name. Maybe it was good to end things.

📷

The room was pin-drop silent, only the sniffling of you and Steve and the clinking of the first aid kit being shut closed reverberated through the walls. Steve had started to talk as soon as you left the man writhing on the cold sidewalk but one finger of yours on his lips and he shut up, accepting your silent plea of solace. But you couldn't push back the inevitable any longer.

You lifted up the first aid kit and set it inside one of the cabinets in the bathroom. When you came back, you sat down on the coffee table ahead of Steve and peered at him through your lashes, your heart breaking when your gaze landed at his pretty face. You would miss him.

It was Steve who spoke first. He intertwined his bandaged hand with yours and softly said. "I'm sorry, you are suffering so much because of me and I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you."

Swallowing, you looked down as tears beaded your eyelashes and muttered out. "I think we should break up, Steve. It's not working out." Saying those words was like stabbing yourself in the chest with a scorching knife.

Steve instantly stiffened and his grip on your hand grew tight as he refused to let you go. "Why?" He asked and before you could reply, his bitter laugh made your head snap upwards as he shook his head.

"Why am I asking this? This should be pretty obvious to me," He sniffled as few tears slid down his cheeks. He glanced at you and you had to bite your lip to hold back your own tears as his pained and misty eyes stared into yours. "Is there nothing I could do to change your mind? To make you give me a second chance? Do you not love me anymore?"

The last part was like a slap to your face as you furiously shook your head and yelled. "I love you with all my heart, body, mind and soul. I love you more than anything in this world, more than I could ever articulate."

"Then why are you leaving me?" He asked in a whisper.

And the flood burst gates open as you broke down. "BECAUSE I DON'T DESERVE YOU."

Steve immediately placed you in his lap as sons wrecked through your body. "Why would you say that? You deserve the world, doll."

"No Steve, no! You are Captain America and I'm nothing. You are gorgeous and I'm ugly. You are perfect and I'm not." You cried into his chest, selfishly seeking his warmth.

Steve jutted your chin upwards and gazed down at you with soft offense. "No, honey. I'm not perfect, I betrayed Tony, I have done so many things that I regret. I have cried in your arms multiple times and you have seen me vulnerable." He said through his own tears.

"But you are so pretty. You should be dating a model or an actress, not me."

"Who like me for being Captain America? No way and," He held your face in his palms and continued. "You are the most beautiful, most intelligent, most amazing woman I have ever met. I won't trade you for anyone."

"Then why I doesn't feel like it, Steve? You asked in a defeated whisper. "Why can't I see myself the way you see me?"

"I can help you look at yourself like I look at you. Please just, don't leave me. I can't live without you. We can survive this storm." He murmured softly kissed your sore eyes.

Your lips quivered as you brought your hands to Steve's face. "I want you, Steve. I want you so much but holding you feels like a sin."

"And holding you feels like a dream. A dream I thought I would never have," He said quietly and gently pressed his forehead with yours. "Just give me another chance. Give us another chance."

"Okay." You replied. Your sobs had ended and draped a heavy blanket of fatigue over you in their farewell as you melted into Steve's hold and Steve snuggled in you more. You didn't know when he placed you on your bed or when you fell asleep in his arms. You let yourself fall into his bliss as all the demons left you. Because in this moment , Steve was yours and you were his and that was all that mattered.

📷

You yawned as you got out of your slumber. The bed was cold again as Steve was nowhere to be found. Again.

Maybe he realised you were right and moved instead of kicking you out. You sniffed a little and turned around, so you were facing the front of your room. But your face instantly scrunched up in bewilderment as you took in the sight.

There were polaroid pictures hanging from the ceiling by a white thread, all facing away from you. You scratched your head as you tentatively got out of the bed. How the fuck did someone hang these and you didn't even stir? Was this from hydra?

The last thought made you gulp as you gingerly reached out for the first picture and pulled it close to read the text written on it with a marker.

Do you remember the time when you handled the toughest project alone?

-Tony

"Huh, what?" Now you were even more confused as you flipped the glossy paper and burst out into a fit of laughter.

It was a picture of you handing Tony a golden toilet trophy like you were handing an Oscar with a megavolt grin as he was rolling his eyes but still, he begrudgingly received the award.

You wiped off a tear from your eye and refocused back on his question. You hummed to yourself as you took a trip down the memory lane. It was a very important biotech project and there had come a point where the connection between the software and hardware had broken and no one could figure why because everything was normal and nothing seemed faculty. It turned out to be a software issue as the code had malfunctioned and needed to be rewritten in a more efficient manner.

You led the team who did that and boy were those days exhausting. Overtime, frustration, failure after failure and of course the moral of the team going down. But you managed to keep the team together and pulled through. Providing excellence.

You smiled a little at that memory. You weren't that useless.

Sighing, you stepped forward to the next picture and read the text on it.

Remember when you got hit on and Steve scowled?

-Natasha and Wanda

You turned the photo around, showing you, Wanda and Natasha. You and Wanda were eating a leftover cake while Natasha was drinking wine straight from the bottle.

You remembered that night. You were minding your own business and not touching alcohol since you didn't want to wake up with a pounding headache. when a guy suddenly materialised next to you and ordered a drink for you without even asking and began flirting.

You smoothly pulled yourself out of that situation and gave the drink to Natasha but Steve had witnessed the whole interaction and he looked like he wanted to sucker punch that poor dude. He was teased relentlessly about it for a month.

Now that you thought about it. You were hit on multiple times on multiple occasions. It was a game of sorts between you and Steve. Since your relationship was private, it was amusing to see people ask you or Steve on a date. You always relished in watching girls flirt with Steve because he would always get uncomfortable and nope out of there like his life depended on it. It was fun because no matter how much they flirted with him, you knew that the man was yours.

You chuckled and caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror. You weren't that bad looking.

You walked up to the next polaroid and snatched it closer.

Remember when you comforted me when everyone was sleeping?

-Bucky

Your eyes filled with tears as you flicked to see yours and Bucky's image, it was clicked during lockdown when everyone stressed a lot about cleaning everything. You were pretending to sing with a cleaner bottle in your hand as a microphone and Bucky was using a broom as his guitar.

With a reminiscent smile and you thought back to that one stormy night when Steve was out on a mission and everyone was sound asleep.

You being the insomniac that you were started trudging towards the kitchen for some late night snack but stopped mid-way when you heard whimpers coming from Bucky's room. You went inside without asking but saw him crying alone in his bed. He was so resistant to your comfort and even yelled at you for intruding on his privacy: but he was right about it. However, he caved in the end and cried his heart out while you held him. Then you both watched anime and ate chips. Sleep was nowhere to be found that night.

You bit your lips as you went to the last and final picture, that was dangling before the door.

Remember why I love you?

-Steve

You burst into tears as the realisation dawned on you that it was he, who did all of this. To make you see yourself through his eyes and everybody's eyes. And no, you didn't remember why he loved you because there were too many moments and reasons to remember all that once.

Warmth bloomed in your chest as you finally looked at the picture and it was just like your relationship. Sweet and simple. With you both in the bed, hair messy and lazy smiles on your faces. It was a morning selfie that you taken sporadically on his phone.

You loved him. You loved him so much and you wanted to be with him till the end of the line. Because even if you were just a regular jane, you loved him and he loved you and that was all that mattered.

In your whirlpool of emotions, you didn't register the the bedroom door clicking open and Steve walking inside. It was when his strong arms enveloped you, did you got out of your reverie and glanced at him, teary eyed.

You hugged him back and wept louder in his chest as he rubbed your head. "I love you. I'm sorry for telling everyone about what you were going through but I thought it would help, please stop crying."

You slapped a hand over his lips and cried out. "Shut up. You lovely little dork. I love you. You did nothing wrong in my eyes."

With hope twinkling in his eyes, he removed your palm and asked. "So, will you give us another chance?"

"Yes! This one incident won't make my problems go away in a snap but I want to be with you and learn to love myself like you love me." You said through a smile and leaned to kiss him when-

"What about the trolls?" Tony's voice made you shriek in surprise as Steve gave him an exasperated look.

"Really, Tony?" Steve said with displeasure.

"Yeah, really asshole?" Natasha said and slapped Tony on the head.

Tony scrunched up his face in indignation and said. "But I need to know. She's not used to the attention and hate. And she can't even deactivate her social media because she is one of our representatives from tech."

This made a bulb go off in your head as you held up your plam and said. "Don't worry, Tony. I'll have it handled. Plus, we didn't really publicly announced our relationship, did we?"

Steve narrowed his eyes at you but you just grinned at him devilishly. Time to troll the trolls.

📷

You softly closed the bathroom door as you stepped outside, your white saree grazing the floor. You looked ahead and your jaw went slack, Steve was his blue powder blue shirt and black pants and his blonde hair practically glowed in the golden light of the evening. He looked so gorgeous that you just couldn't tear your eyes away from him.

But then you realised his intense stare on you and you quickly looked down, heat raising to your cheeks. "Stop, staring, it's creepy."

Steve let out a throaty chuckle and said. "I can say the same thing about you."

You opened your mouth to reply but the Bucky's exasperated voice interjected with a grunt. "You both can do this later. Now, come on before the sunsets and the light is gone." And harshly thrusted his phone in the direction of the door.

You chuckled. "Alright, let's go." Steve held your hand as you both walked outside the compound and into the evening sun. After, finding a place where the background was greenery instead of a concrete jungle. You perched on his Harley. Your hand snaked around his neck as his came down to rest on your butt while he stood in the middle of your legs and both came forward to kiss each other.

Bucky clicked the picture but Steve didn't let you go until the need for oxygen became dire. You smiled bashfully and wiped your mouth as you finally got off his bike and went to the very unimpressed Bucky.

He shoved your phone into your hands and ran away before he had to endure any of your pda any further.

You shrugged it off and looked at the photo. Thankfully, it was good and you gave Steve a thumbs up before posting it with a caption:

I corrupted the golden boy and I'm not sorry 😈

Steve also posted the same picture but his caption was more modest:

My love ❤

And. It. Blew. Up, again.

The haters and racist started whining again. Sane people supported you both and laughed at the haters, going as far as making memes. You were trending again, many famous people also came out of the woodworks and congratulated you both which made you roll your eyes.

You didn't care about the public thought of you. You wanted to troll the haters and you successfully accompanied that.

However, it didn't end there. As your devil incarnate friends decided to add fuel to the fire by posting pictures of you and Steve being all over each other with a complimentary middle finger emoji. And apparently, everybody had one.

Either you two were pervs Or your friends were nosey as fuck. Natasha and Bucky agreed with the former assumption.

Bucky posted you both kissing on a picnic.

Natasha of you sitting in Steve's lap.

Sam posted a photo of your head resting in his lap.

Heck, even Peter posted a photo where Steve was kissing your temple.

There were many more but you that was enough for the day as you switched off your phone and tossed it on the bed side table.

"I just wish, no pray that my parents don't see any of these pictures or I will be having an interesting phone call with them. The relatives are still blasting my phone but I ignored them as always." You rambled to Steve as he slid under the covers.

Steve let out a raspy chuckle and said. "I don't think they haven't seen it yet as we're all over the, well everything."

You groaned and pouted at Steve because he didn't need to always tell the truth but as soon as you locked eyes with him you melted in his oceanic blue gaze. He pulled you into his comforting arms and you happily obliged.

"Steve, now that the whole mess is kinda resolved. What's next?" You asked as you gazed into his sapphire blue eyes.

He hummed and gazed back at you. "What's next? Good question, but I don't think you want to hear the answer to that. Would ruin the fun. " He whispered and leaned down to kiss you before you could question him further.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers moodboard #steve rogers x desi reader #steve rogers #captain america x reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #chris evans #chris evans x desi!reader #chris evans x you #captain america imagines #captain america

[watercolorofthemoon]

i forced my roommate to watch both LOTR and The Hobbit with me. Here are some highlights

LOTR:

Roomie: I like this gandalf dude Me: Oh yeah me too. he's a bit questionable sometimes but we love him

30 seconds later, gandalf fighting saruman: Roomie: NO MY SKRUNKLY

Roomie: awe sam is a precious boy Me, internally: oh you dont even know the half of it

merry and pippin stealing crops: Roomie: ARE THEY THE BASTARD LITTLE BROTHERS?? me: I mean i gues- Roomie: FOUND FAMILY LETS FUCKING GO

Elrond being disappointed and having strong eyebrows: Roomie: i feel like i've let down my dad and i dont even have a dad

Roomie: i don't really like boromir that much- me, pausing the movie to explain why boromir is extremely valid: I WILL HAVE NO BOROMIR SLANDER Roomie: is this bc he's a himbo

Roomie: this thorin guy sounds pretty gay if he's given bilbo this thing thats worth more than the shire me, internally: YOU HAVE NO IDEA MOTHERFUCKER

gandalf dying: roomie: NO MY BOY

roomie: please tell me gimli and legolas are gay, because everyone else seems extremely straight me: they arguably one of the gayest duos, yes. roomie: oh good. i thought they straight-washed sam for no reason me: i mean. there are a lot of frodo and sam moments that have no heterosexual explanation viggo breaking his toes: me, practically bursting at the seams: roomie: oh god what is it me: DID YOU KNOW-

gandalf is alive: roomie: FUCK YEAH MY BOY

me, explaining the uruk-hai: roomie: fucked up of a yas character to do that tbh (referring to saruman's manicure)

theoden being stubborn at helm's deep: roomie: okay i like him BUT COME ONNN MAN

eowyn picking up merry before they ride to gondor: roomie: I KNOW I WANTED TO KISS HER FOr A REASON MWAH MWAH EOWYN me:...she gets a bf roomie: NOT ANYMORE

aragorn: for frodo roomie, bursting into tears: me: whoa whoa u good roomie: ITS HIS DAD. ITS FRODO'S DAD.

sam literally carrying frodo up a mountain: roomie:...thats a bit gay mount doom blowing up: roomie: thats unecessary and homophobic

frodo sailing to the undying lands: roomie: TAKE YOUR BOYFRIEND WITH YOU YOU COWARD

The Hobbit:

the scene with baby bilbo: roomie: NAUR I LOVE HIM

bilbo and gandalf interacting as adults: roomie: this feels like it could go very wrong thorin finally showing up: roomie: listen im gay but i'd consider it me: he's probably also gay roomie: mlm and wlw solidarity okay we're bffs now

bilbo running out of the door: roomie: again. this feels like this could go very wrong. me, internally: oh fuck how do they KNOW already

thorin throwing down his weapon bc bilbo got caught by trolls: roomie:....thats....sus. me:...if this is sus...oh boy...

thorin's obvious dislike of elves @ rivendell: roomie: okay so. explain to me why thorin doesn't like elves again- me: did you not watch the entire introduction to thorin? roomie: NO WAIT I REMEMBER THE BLOND BITCH

saruman showing up: roomie: ew.

galadriel showing up: roomie: HELLO SAILOR AWOOGA AWOOGA

bilbo and thorin nearly falling off at the mountain pass: thorin: he's been lost ever since he stepped out his front door roomie: WDYM YOU'RE ALL FUCKED UP- thorin stop being mean to your husband

the entirety of the goblin tunnels and gollum: roomie: this does not bode well. at all. the ring showing up: roomie: I WAS RIGHT

azog versus thorin scene: roomie: dumb bitch...OH NO DOES HE DIE- bilbo to the rescue: oh no its chill, just gay

the iconic carrock scene: roomie:....this is incredibly gay bestie me: i'm aware.

the entirety of the beorn's house arc: roomie: ...i like beorn. he's feral and skrunkly. so is radaghast.

legolas showing up: roomie: *surprised pikachu face*

tauriel and kili's interactions: roomie: damn i was hoping she would be gay me: i mean with the right headcanons she can totally be a lesbian roomie: UR SO RIGHT OMG

kili getting shot with arrow: roomie: NO THE GAYS-

the laketown master existing: roomie: EAT THE RICH.

bilbo and thorin on the boat together: roomie: oh they definitely fucked in laketown-

tauriel healing kili and them holding hands: roomie: oh no don't make me feel sad for straight ppl me: again. they don't have to be straight. roomie: I KNOW BUT ITS THE PRINCIPLE OF IT

bilbo waking up smaug: roomie: oh bilbo...oh you sweet summer child...you stupid bitch.

thorin threatening bilbo initially: roomie: oh fuck. it got worse. me, internally: oh honey. oh no.

thorin's gold sickness and then nearly killing bilbo at the ramparts: roomie: NO THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE GAY AND HAPPY HOW COULD YOU

*doesn't say anything almost the entire battle until the kili and fili die* roomie: noooo the skrunklies NOOOOOOO

thorin, fucking dies in bilbo's arms: roomie: *turns to look at me with the most murderous look on her face* me: *nervous laughter* so about it getting worse- roomie: IM GOING TO KILL YOU.

end for now, if we end up watching trop together ill let yall know <3

#lotr #lotr shitpost #lotr fandom #lotr memes #lotr movies #lord of the rings #fellowship of the ring #the two towers #the return of the king #aragorn #boromir #gimli #legolas #samwise gamgee #frodo #pippin took #merry brandybuck #sam and frodo #merry and pippin #gimlas #the hobbit shitpost #the hobbit memes #the hobbit #gandalf #bilbo #thorin oakenshield #elrond #tauriel #kili #tauriel and legolas

[littlewriterfullofwords]

Secret Santa is here! @xsweetelegantdisasterx I hope you were good this year🤔

Anyways, here's a present for you🎁

Parring: gn!reader x Amamiya Masaki

Summary: Being Cobra's sibling might be hard but dealing with outsiders? Different story

Warnings: harsh language

A/N: Hi, Aimee! Merry Christmas, I hope you have a great time with your family. I hope you enjoy my little present 🖤

"Long time no see!" The door to Naomi's diner opened widely as you walked in with a smile on your lips and a few wounds on your face.

"Finally." Noboru in two steps walked up to you and hugged you tightly, almost killing you with his love. "We were worried."

"As always." You laughed but coughed due to lack of air. "Let. Me. Breath."

Noboru immediately stepped back and smiled shyly. He might not look like that but he was strong, especially his hugs.

"So where were you?" Yamato, when Noboru moved, hugged you, more gently than his friend.

"Ah, everywhere." Your answer was very general. "Done some fighting. Met new people. Basic stuff."

"You always do your 'basic stuff' and come back in blood." Summarized Noboru.

"I hope it's not your blood." Finally, Cobra, who has been silent from the moment you had walked in, spoke up, making you all three look at him.

"Well...most of it ain't mine." You said with a proud smile. "Just random men in the Nameless City. No biggie."

Cobra said nothing, only rolled his eyes, but you knew he was smiling inside. He could look cold but come on, he wasn't a monster. 

"Sit." Noboru, who disappeared for a second, came back with a first aid kit and pointed at the chair. "You need to look like a person."

"Nah, I'm fine." You walked up to the bar to talk to Naomi, who greeted you with a smile and a glass of water.

"Sit." Before you took a sip, someone grabbed you by the waist and dragged to the chair where you realized it was Yamato.

"I haven't been here for two weeks and you all act as if I just came back from a war." Your eyes moved to Cobra who was looking through the window. "Calm down, guys. I can handle myself."

"You sure?" The door opened again and two men came in.

When you realized who they were, you literally jumped up from your chair and hid behind Yamato's body, only peaking over his elbow.

"That's you?" A brown haired man pointed at you with a confused expression on his face. "Why are you here?"

"You know them?" Asked Noboru quietly, not moving his eyes from the guests.

"Amamiya brothers." Interrupted Cobra, slowly got up from his seat and walked in front of his friends. "What do you want?"

"Why are they here?" Masaki was still pointing at you, his eyes jumping from one person to another, including his brother. "Why?!"

"Not your business, giraffe." You hissed with a teasing smile.

"That's not what you called me a week ago." Masaki raised his eyebrow and smiled.

"No, I called you a bastard." Finally you came out from behind Yamato and faced brothers. "By the way, Cobra is my brother."

With that being said, you grabbed the first aid and went to the bathroom that Naomi let you all use.

A hot shower, that was something you needed. And fuck the stinging of the wounds, you enjoyed every second of the warmth on your skin, every hot drop tracing your body curves and the feeling of relief and relax. During those two weeks you were away, you forgot how the hot shower felt, you only had cold water and only from time to time, so now it was a blessing from the universe you could spend your sweet time in the warmth.

After you were done, clean and dry, you put on a hoodie that was hanging in the bathroom, probably one of the boys' and sweatpants you had with you, the one that wasn't covered in blood.

"Okay." Quick look in the mirror and you left the bathroom.

"Took you long enough." Joked Masaki when you again appeared in the diner.

"Mind your business, would you?" You sat next to Cobra, letting everyone in the room see the similarities between you two.

"I don't know what's going on between you two but cut it." Hiroto interrupted your childish argument and looked at Cobra who hasn't lifted his eyes even for a second. "You know what's going on. Won't you do something?"

"I don't know what's going on." Yamato looked and sounded confused. "Can someone enlighten me?"

"People are getting killed, buildings are burning, you know, basic stuff." Explained Masaki with a shrug. "No biggie."

"Well, your BETTER brother acts like the world is ending." You interrupted. "I guess it is a biggie."

"Better?" Masaki looked offended. "Excuse you? You didn't sl-"

"You are a bit late." Again, Cobra, after some time of silence, spoke up and looked at the Amamiya brothers. "It is being taken care of while we are talking."

"What?" Masaki got up from his seat and slammed his hands on the table. "We came here for nothing?"

"Anyone invited you?" You raised your eyebrow and smiled. "Don't remember saying anything."

"You were drunk!" Yelled Masaki.

"So were you!" You answered in the same manner.

The silence after your short argument was very quiet... more quiet than normally the silence is.

"Whatever." You got up and left, leaving all those men in the diner.

So you thought.

"Wait!" It was Masaki, running after you.

"Fuck off!" You yelled, not even thinking of stopping. "I've done talking."

"Why are you even mad?" Okay, this question made you stop and turn aggressively.

"Hmmm, let me think." You acted like you were thinking and finally got an idea. "Oh, right. You left me alone after that night."

"Really? That what's going on?" Masaki brushed his hair and sighed.

"Yeah." You felt like you two finished talking, so you continued on walking.

"And that's all?" He didn't give up.

"Ain't that enough?" You felt tears in your eyes, you were sure a few more words and you would explode.

Good for him, that he didn't disagree with you because that would break your heart even more. And you didn't want that...he didn't want that.

With that being said, or not, Masaki stopped and watched you, as you were walking away, disappearing from his view.

-

Night walkes. You missed it as much as you missed hot showers. Sleeping city, not lights disturbing the beauty of the sky, moon and the stars. It always would bring a smile to your face no matter what.

And it did now. Even though your eyes were red from crying, your lips were smiling while you were watching the night scenery. The comfort it was giving was indescribable.

"Ufff. I'm glad I caught you." The voice you didn't expect to hear now surprised you and the owner in a few steps stood in front of you and grabbed your arm. "And now I won't let you go until we talk."

"There is nothing to talk to." You answered yet you didn't move away, you kind of craved his touch.

"There is a lot to talk about." Whispered Masaki. "First of all, why are you mad."

"I've already told you."

"No. I know it's not the only reason." You again felt the tears in your beautiful eyes and a second later they were on your cheeks, making their way to your chin and then on your clothes. "Tell me, angel. Why are you mad at me?"

Angel?

That's what he called you a week ago. He still remembered?

"You...you made me fall in love with you." You whispered, eyes full of tears, lips trembling and lungs having problems with catching the air. "Yes, I'm madly in love with you. And after you left after that night, it broke my heart. I-I thought we had something....I was w-wrong."

As at the first you tried to control your tears, now you couldn't. You let them run down your face while your eyes were sadly looking at Masaki with the moon reflecting in them. And you waited, for the answer.

He only smiled and shook his head.

"Oh, angel." His fingers tuck a hair lock behind your ear and caressed your warm cheeks. "You really thought it was just a one-night stand? I might be crazy looking but I would never."

His thumb ran over your bottom lip, what caused those butterflies to fly in your stomach, just like a week ago when you two had been in that room, just the two of you, dim light, bottle of wine on the table that you had been pouring into your already drunk bodies.

And now, when his lips touched yours, the memories came back as if it all had happened yesterday. The tears dried, body stopped shaking from nervousness, eyes closed. Your fingers griped Masaki's jacket and pulled him closer even though there was no distance between you two. But everyone knew why...you didn't want to lose him again.

"I'm not going anywhere, angel." Whispered Amamiya with a smile. "You're mine."

#ff writer #ff #spotify #high and low #high & low x reader #high and low x reader #high&low #amamiya Masaki #masaki amamiya #amamiya masaki

[whumpiary]

mate tucker is such a bastard. wtf is wrong with him. i love him so ❤️

Sooooo many things anon 🥰

Have a little thingo from five million years ago I never finished where something New and Different is wrong with him

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The hotel room they were put up in last night is actually two rooms with a conjoining door. Cass had hardly believed it when Tucker had come back from check in and handed him his own key card for once.

“Yeah, yeah, Merry Christmas,” Tucker had murmured, rolling his eyes at Cass’ momentary surprise. “Still expect you ready to go at 7.30. I’m just not in the mood to listen to you sleep-talk all night.”

So Cass knows better than to test his luck by being late. The second his alarm sounds he’s up and getting dressed, putting on the suit that Tucker had packed for him, pulling his hair back the way Tucker prefers it when they’re on business. He’s mostly successful in ignoring the fact that it’s Christopher’s fingers he’s echoing as he tries to tie his tie. He ends up giving up on it. Tucker usually re-does it for him anyway.

Tucker is always punctual to the point of frustration. Early for being early, unless he’s intentionally aiming for a power play by being a perfect ten minutes late.

So, when Cass knocks on the conjoining door and pushes it open, he’s expecting to see Tucker already ready to go, leaning impatiently on the bench of the little kitchenette, scrolling through his phone and already annoyed that Cass didn’t predict that when he said 7.30 he actually meant 7:15.

Instead he finds Tucker sitting at the table, halfway through a bowl of the granola he packs himself, staring into space. He’s not even fully dressed yet, tie loosely draped around his neck, vest and jacket laid out on the bed. His hair doesn’t even look moussed.

Cass frowns, taking him in with a cursory glance over, “Shit, you look rough. Big night or something?”

Tucker blinks, looking up, seeming to register Cass’ presence for the first time. “What?”

“Big night?”

Tucker blinks at him again, giving no indication that he’s processing what’s being said to him.

Cass deliberately slows his words down, to the point of being annoying. “Did you go out last night?”

“Go where?”

Cass shrugs, “I dunno. Like to a club or something.”

Tucker blinks again, heavy lidded, before pulling a face.

“We’re on business,” is all he says and that more or less seems to be the close of the conversation.

He shakes his head as though to clear it, eats the last couple bites of his granola and then, in a beautifully un-Tucker-like way, lifts the rims of the bowl to his lips to finish the milk.

Cass stands stupidly in the doorway between their rooms, watching. He’s not entirely sure what he’s meant to do here.

“Did I get the wrong time or something?”

“Tucker?”

“I’m fine,” Tucker says, almost automated. Then he blinks, looking up, seeming to register Cass’ presence for the first time. “What did you say?”

Cass jerks a thumb over his shoulder, “It’s 7.30. Don’t we have to go soon?”

“Go where?”

Cass frowns for a moment, blinking a little, “The conference thing?”

Tucker looks over Cass’ shoulder to where he’s pointing, like he’s trying to see through the wall. He sways in his seat. Seems to forget to answer.

“Tuck? You good?”

“What?” he says, an irritated blink as he focuses back on Cass’ face. He waves a hand dismissively. “Yeah, you look fine. I said you look fine.”

Cass frowns, on tilt. It’s not usually him who’s the one keeping track of the conversation. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Why do you keep asking me that?”

“Because you’re like three different shades of green and I feel like I’m in Freaky fuckin’ Frida-”

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah so you keep saying, but you don’t look-“

“I’m fine, Ace. Shut up,” Tucker snaps as he stands. And then, as if to directly counter what he’s just said, sways for a second. He presses thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose. Sniffs. “Let’s jus’…” He takes a step forward and his foot seems to go straight through the carpet. “Oh fuck.“

His head hits the table on his way down to the floor.

#tucker #cassius #fainting cw

[its-actually-minicika]

Quick Fic Idea

... since we all know I love my Jace x Reader x Aemond

Imagine you've been Aemond's friend ever since you two were kids. You're his closest confidant, the one person he feels at ease with - It's of no surprise to anyone: how easily he fell in love with you.

Now imagine the dispute over Driftmark happens, and Rhaenyra's faction is forced to travel back to King's Landing. But, instead of being betrothed to Baela, Jace is betrothed to you. Baela goes on to be matched with Luke, Rhaena with a Lord Tyrell or Arryn, to secure alliances throughout the realm.

The dinner happens, and Aemond is furious.

You were supposed to be his. You are his friend, the woman he loves and has loved - far longer than the brat beside you.

His father's heartfelt congratulations, Helaena's toast and the way Jace grips your hand protectively - he can't even stomach his wine.

Everything is being taken away from him, all in the favour of his bastard nephew.

It's not fair.

Yet he is dutiful, and thus stays quiet. For you, at the very least, since you look so happy by Jace's arm.

You put up a happy front, one that is semi-true - don't get me wrong, you do like Jace. Very, very much.

But you're scared of everything that befalls with being his wife. You know that one day, you'll have to be a Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

So one night, after yet another family dinner, you venture by yourself into the Royal Gardens. In such a characteristic fashion, you bump into Aemond, and you have a heart to heart about your worries, the thoughts that are eating you alive.

"I am not... suited for the role. I don't think I ever could be. Imagine me - in the posture of the Queen? Gods, Aemond, it would bring the ruin of us all."

He reassures you that he thinks you'll make a spectacular Queen. And he is Aemond, is he not? Do you not trust his judgement?

"You might be the only person that believes in me right now." You mutter with a crooked smile, "... Thank you, Aem."

You go on to more merry musings, with the push of Aemond's words.

You talk about your wedding, how it's going to happen in your father's seat in the Riverlands.

With the most brilliant smile he's ever seen, he hears the words that break his heart, perhaps, forever.

"You must come to the wedding, Aem. I will not have it any other way! If there such a thing as a best man? If so, I want you to be that for me."

You ramble on and on - about the venue, the dress, the music that will play; all the while keeping a hand entwined with his, as it was your custom ever since you were little kids, and rubbing his thumb absentmindedly.

For the first time in his life, Aemond feels like he wants to die.

Fuck, why can't you just love him?

#aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond imagine #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys strong #jacaerys valaryon #house of the dragon #jace x reader #jacaerys valaryon x reader #some brainrot for you all

[snippychicke]

It's just Business-- Seven (Decay)

Posted 7 and 8 yo Ao3 last night, thought I better share

At first, things had been better than you had initially expected. The bonds of friendship bloomed fast between you and the rest of the crew. Not nearly as strong as the one between you and Sanji, of course, but still plenty strong. You and Nami had virtually bonded instantly over the fact no one else seemed to have a level-head on their shoulders (you would argue Sanji, and then he’d swan in with a snack and his charming skills turned to 'sappy and over the top' which completely defeated your argument.)

And Usopp's stories caught your imagination right away. Despite being completely outlandish, there was just something that pulled you right in.

While Zoro seemed to hold a grudge towards Sanji for some odd reason you still couldn't understand, those feelings didn't seem to reflect on you. The green-haired swordsman kept to himself, but it was a companionable silence when you happened to occupy the same space.

Then there was Luffy, who could sometimes be annoying and yet inspiring at the same time. You also had to admit, his habit of constantly touching people was nice. Friendly little claps on the shoulder or arm, or sometimes --like when you were trying to look through a spyglass-- he would lean against your back with his head on yours as if the concept of personal space meant nothing. After being touch-deprived yourself, it was a comforting feeling.

Everything was idyllic really… until it wasn't.

Attack from marines. Bounty hunters. Other pirates. Your crazy-ass captain deciding that toppling a local government sounded fair payment for a meal.

You were the helmsman. The book keeper. But the crew was small and you were good at being a jack-of-all-trades.

You could fight and were often too stubborn to flee if Zoro, Luffy, and Sanji decided to stay and fight, even if your ability paled in comparison to theirs. You were often the first to be knocked out during a fight, though that had yet to stop you. The more the boys (mainly Sanji, Luffy and Zoro seemed to trust your choices oddly enough) told you to retreat, the more you dug your heels in. You loved Usopp, but refused to be a coward. And Nami was usually sneakier in her plans but would hold her own as well when needed.

Or, more often, you were becoming a makeshift doctor, cleaning and bandaging wounds of both your crewmates and people you literally just met. You picked up books on medicine just to learn more in hopes you could keep your crew alive until you found an actual doctor. You were not getting used to having other people's lives in your hands, and felt ill every time you had to stitch a wound back together.

This was not what you signed up for.

But you wouldn't quit.

You held on to the good moments. Seeing everyone's smiles, hearing their laughter. No matter how dark or treacherous things became, you had faith that everyone would pull through. That at the end of all of it, you would be back in the Going Merry, surrounded by your friends.

That you could sit on a counter in the galley, watching Sanji cook while everyone celebrated, and sharing a private toast of your own glass with his, knowing he was alive and okay.

~*~

Fuck fuck fuck

Sanji saw you fly back after taking a hit to the gut, and heard your bone-chilling scream of pain as you landed. His vision turned red and he tasted blood as he bit his tongue as he pushed himself harder against the thin but speedy bastard in front of him. He had to get to you. He hated when you screamed like that, knowing you usually bit back any sounds of pain like the rest of them.

A hard kick finally landed in the bastard’s side, sending him flying into the side of a building, causing the wall to crumble down on him. Sanji wasted no time, as soon as he landed he turned on his heel and darted for you.

Sanji had been through hell quite a few times in his life. Even before becoming a pirate he had endured things that would kill others. But everytime he saw you hit the ground hard and not get up, he swore his heart stopped. Having to continue to fight, knowing he had to defeat his opponent before he could rush to your side, killed him. (And usually his target as well in an unusually brutal manner.)

He thanked whatever deity kept you alive every time, but feared someday that grace would run out.

Thankfully, that day was not today, though he was sure you wished otherwise judging by the expression of pain on your face.

“Shit,” he swore as he dropped to your side, his gaze quickly trying to find what was making you whine in pain, mindless of what was going on around you.

Or so he thought until you cracked open an eye. “Hard landing. I-I don’t think anything is broken just--god-- concussion maybe? I don’t really know, I feel kinda sick, and my whole body just hurts.”

Sanji tried to smile wryly as he cupped your face, trying to comfort you somehow. Of course his girl would try to play makeshift doctor despite sweat beading your forehead.

Granted, you were the one that had been studying intently over any medical book you could get your hands on during the peaceful moments. You were too grounded, too responsible, to let victory go to your head. He had been able to see the shadows haunting your expression when you thought no one was looking. In those moments, he could see your mind ticking as you worried about next time. About situations that may or may not arise and how to deal with them. What made you good in business was proving to be a stressor in the carefree lifestyle of a pirate.

Just as you hadn't belonged among the staff or the Baratie, Sanji feared you weren't happy here as well.

“I’ll take care of you, promise,” he swore as he carefully picked you up, heart aching as he heard you try and fail to hold back whimpers of pain. You clutched tightly to him, face pressed against his shoulder to quiet your cry.

He asked you to follow. Even when you said no, that you had no interest… he convinced you. For this.

How selfish could he be?

#op sanji #one piece sanji #sanji x reader #sanji #opla sanji x reader

[somepancakeonline5377]

Shotgun carousel oh my god the shotgun carousel oh my god

Saw VI Spoilers belowww!!!

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AUGGH OUGHH AHHHHHHHHGHHHHHGHHHHHHHHH

like compared to the other traps this is kinda tame cuz it’s just a shotgun and a fancy little merry-go-round but GOD

SIX THERE AND ONLY TWO TO LIVE!?!? MY FUCKING GOD

THE WAY EVERYONE IS LIKE LYING FOR SYMPATHY AND CALLING OUT THE OTHER FOR THEIR BULLSHIT BUT WHEN EMILY SAYS “I HAVE TWO KIDS THEY CANT GO ON WITHOUT ME” EVERYONE FALLS SILENT CUZ EVERYONE FUCKING KNOWS THIS BUT EVERYONE GOES BACK TO BRIBING, ACCUSING, BEGGING, LYING, ANYTHING TO GET ON WILLIAMS GOOD SIDE FOR HIM TO SPARE THEM OH MY GOD I AM ILL OH MYG GOD

AND JOSH OH MY FUCKING GOD JOSH I LOVE YOU JOSH YOU BASTARD THROWING EVERYONE ON THE BUS AND BEING A SUCK UP LITTLE PRICK BUT WHEN HE KNOWS HE IS GOING TO DIE HE USES HIS LAST MOMENTS TO SPITE WILLIAM AND OUGH MY GOD THIS HOMOSEXUAL IS KILLING ME.

“I DID EVERYTHING FOR YOU”

“LOOK AT ME, WHEN YOUR KILLING ME YOU LOOK AT ME.”

I DONT EVEN CARE JOSH IS A SHITTY PERSON AND ALSO HOMO AS HELL FOR WILLIAM

GOD THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFUL TRULY A HORRIBLE DISPLAY OF HUMANITY AND OF THE AMERICAN HEALTH SYSTEM I AM ILL, SICK IN THE HEAD EVEN GOD THIS IS MURDERING ME PLEASE EHELP ME THIS MOVIE WAS SO GOOD IM KILLING MYSELF OG MY GOD IT WAS AO GOOD PH MY GOD I AM ILL

THE ACTING THE SETTING THE WRITING OUGH OJHHHHH MY GOD OBY MGO GOD OH MY GOD IIHG I CANT GO ON OH MY GOD II CANT GO IANSJHAHHW WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THEY MAKE KE ILL THOSE SEVEN ASSHOLES ALL OF THEM WRRE ON SOME LEVEL A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE SHITBAG BUT JESUS FUCKKKKKKK THIS MAKES ME SO ILL OUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGHHHHHHHH

#saw vi #saw #saw franchise #I am so ill for this #again sorry my moots #blame my irl for getting me into saw #but Jesus fuck this was a masterpiece #2nd favorite movie I don’t even care #THIS MOVIE IM SCREAMING PISSING SHITTING KILLING BALLING THIS WAS SO GOOD #PLEASE SAVE ME

[zozo-01]

Where I'm from, Rehna means to stay.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all y'all glorious bastards and bitches!!! Is this a Christmas fic? No, it ain't even a winter themed fic. Butttt, it's a fic I promise to write for @sri-rachaa that I finallyyy decided to finish! So, Rae Rae!!! Here's your surprise (even for me) Christmas fic, featuring your favourite headcanon (that's basically canon), your Lovely OC and my Darlin' OC.

[Thank you soooo much to @daveyistheloml for being my beta reader, and tagging @gingerbreadmonsters and @haradasaya to prove that yes, this is fluff. ;-; I am capable of fluff. ;-;]

CW: Fem! Darlin' and Lovely, both characters have names and use she/her pronous, canon divergent (this takes place in Rae's 'Southern Sibling' AU), Sam is still a freelancer, mentions of Quinn and what he did to Darlin' + Momma Collins talking about asshole Papa Collins, my Darlin' OC is a Toronto girl and for once, I am not ashamed of that

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The lack of… anything in the countryside always left her unnerved.

Where are the buildings? The people? The random squirrel trying to cross the street? All there was for the eye to see was farmland, farmland and the occasional horse.

Maybe part of the reason she was uncomfortable was that there wasn’t anything to distract her from her thoughts. Back home in Toronto (despite living in Dahlia for a decade, she still thinks of Toronto as home), there were a million things to pay attention to. 

The crowded streets and equally crowded sidewalks. The cars honking at each other. The trains running beneath her feet. The occasional crackhead that was spewing some wisdom to the people walking by. The guy hiding in the alleyway with something… whether it was a knife or gun, she wasn’t gonna stick around and watch.

Ah, the good old days.

The country didn’t have any of that. Unlike the dangerous city, there was nothing of note to focus on. And the fact she couldn’t focus on anything made her brain go haywire.

In her mind, there was nothing in this world that could make her give up her city ways and live in the middle of nowhere.

“You doing alright, darlin’?”

Or maybe there was someone who could.

Zohniyya looked over to the freelancer driving. She shook her head and said, “nah, I’m good, handsome.” Her gaze returned to the vast nothingness outside. She strained her ears to find signs of life, but all she could hear was the heartbeat of the man next to her.

That ain’t a bad thing to listen to.

Just for tonight, she’ll keep quiet about how much silence bothered her. Sam finds the cornfields and the flat lands comforting, the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves was the sound of home.

But that wasn’t the only reason she was unnerved. She was meeting Sam’s mother for the first time. She is going to have to introduce herself, make a good impression and not fuck up everything like she usually does. It wasn’t like parents didn’t like her, aunties of her childhood adored the girl she was. Always perfectly in control of everything, whether it be of the children or of herself.

But that had been when she was the obedient, depleted girl. Now she was a little wiser, a little colder and knew that the opinions of others didn’t define who she was. 

…But holy fucking shit, Zohniyya will drown in her own tears if Sam’s mother showed any kind of disapproval towards her.

She reached into her bag and fiddled with her concealer. Occasionally, she’d look up into her mirror and eye the scars on her face and neck with disgust. The ones he left behind. 

‘Maybe I should hide the scars… maybe just the bites…?’

“Put the damn makeup away, Zohniyya.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying Sam, the bite marks? I don’t want your momma to think I’m some sorta chew toy.” That comment caused her a sharp pinch on her thigh.

“You’re not a chew toy, let alone that leech’s,” he snarled. It was his default tone of voice whenever her last relationship was brought up. His knuckles were turning white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel.

She grabbed one of his hands, and placed a gentle kiss on it. It wasn’t much, but the simple kiss was enough to relax him, slightly. “I know, meri Chandh Raath. It’s just,” her voice trailed off and she turned back to look out the window. “I want your mom to like me, and the scars… ya know.” 

Sam took the concealer from Zohniyya’s hand and chucked it to the back seat, ignoring the complaint from the wolf to be careful with the bottle. “Darlin’, my momma’s gonna love ya. You’re her perfect woman, and she’d kill me if I broke your heart.”

“Ok, but like, wouldn’t you be concerned if our kid brought home a partner with a shit tonna scars?”

“I’d be concerned about our child’s partner rather than judge them.”

Neither of them noticed that they’d said ‘our’ and not ‘your’.

She let out a soft laugh. “You’re such a stubborn piece of shit. Let me loathe in peace you southern bastard.”

“No can do, my darlin’ princess. I made a promise to make you happy, safe and loved. And that’s exactly what I plan on doing, so get that pretty head back onto earth.”

She groaned, “I am not a princess, Sam. We’ve talked about this.”

“Well sure as hell gorgeous like one, Zo.” He barked out a laugh when his darlin’ tried to hit him from her seated position. “There’s that smile of yours.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Despite the harsh words, she was smiling and blushing and feeling light and airy and giddy and she just wants to kiss him and oh God Sam is the best and-

“REHNA!!! She’d be terrified of the scars!!”

Sam scoffed. “Please, Missy likes the weirdest shit, and you are far from weird.” He pulls up to the quaint but beautiful house in the middle of farmland. He stopped them from opening her door, and quickly came to her side of the car, opening it for her.

“Thank you, gentleman.” 

He held her hand and helped her out of the car, but before she could walk to the front door, he pulled her close to his chest and wrapped his arms around her. “I know you’re nervous, and I get that.” He rubs her back in a soothing manner. “But I promise you nothing bad is gonna happen in there, I won’t let it.” He kissed her hairline to seal the promise.

She smiled at the reassuring words and let out a deep breath. “Ok, handsome.” She pecked his lips and dragged him to the front door. Was her heart pounding so loudly that a human like Sam can hear? Were they three seconds away from shifting and running back to Dahlia? 

‘Get your head in the fucking game! You’ve fought people way worse and you were a hockey player and figure skater. You so got this.’

Sam rang the doorbell and she heard someone rushing to the door.

‘Oh I so don’t got this, ami help!!!’

Sam placed both his hands on her shoulder to ground her. He didn’t have to be Avior or Gavin to feel the anxiety roll off her. “You are the Zohniyya Qadir. Toughest wolf from the north. And the only person crazy enough to call me your boyfriend.”

“Hey! If anything, you’re the crazy one for accepting me as your girlfriend!”

She tries to ignore the wolf within her, the one screaming at her to call Sam her mate.

Before Sam could rebuttal, the door opened and a golden blur bolted out the house towards Sam’s legs. “SAMMY’S HOME!” A young girl latched onto him with a death grip and nearly knocked over the healer. 

Sam chuckled and patted the little lightning bolt on her back. “Hey there ducklin', happy to see me again?” He didn’t get a verbal response, only a sniffle and a nod. He gave a small smile and lifted her up to carry the little girl. “I know I am, ducklin'. Missed you so much and it’s good to hold you again.” 

Little Rehna rested her head on his shoulder and clung onto his neck. “I don’t want you to leave again Sammy… Please don’t leave again…” She started tearing up and Zohniyya had to steel herself to stop herself from crying. She knew the pain of losing a sibling, and she would never wish that pain on anyone.

“Rennie, I’m never gonna leave ya. Sure, I’ll be leaving you once in a while, but I’ll always come back to you and momma, I promise.” He held out his pinky, waiting for Rehna to wrap her own smaller pinky around his. She does, sealing the promise and love between the two siblings. 

‘Awww, this is kind of cute… Oh fuck, bitch, do not get baby fever now-’ 

“Now, I want you to meet someone. Darlin’, this here is my baby sister Rehna, but you’re free to call her Rennie.”

‘Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, do not fuck this up Zo! Or you can start running, whichever works.’

Rehna turned her head to see the brunette and brown eyed shifter standing to the side. She watched as Rehna went wide eyed and her mouth fell open. The worst thoughts filled her brain. That his little sister didn’t approve of her. That she was right, the scars scared her and that the concealer was necessary.

That despite everything she tries to do, she’ll never be enough for Sam and his love.

“Are you a princess? You’re so pretty!”

Oh, so that wasn’t what she expected.

Zohniyya’s shocked expression dissipated when she saw the cocky smirk on her cowboy’s face. She opened her mouth to tell him to ‘fuck off’, but his eyes gestured to the child in the room. It wouldn’t be the worst thing if she swore, it wasn’t like the people around her when she was a child kept it PG.

Right, she had to make a good impression.

“Aww, I’m no princess, kid. I’m just Zohniyya.” She smiled at Rehna, hoping to appear less scary. Her scared and expressionless face tends to terrify people, and little Rehna was the last person she was trying to push away.

The young girl let out a loud and exaggerated gasp. “You’re Sam’s lady! He talks about you all the time! Is it true that you can turn into a wolf? Can you do it now? Please, please, I wanna see!” Sam barely held onto her with all the thrashing and moving she was doing in his arms.

“Alright missy, no need to blindside her like that. She can show you her wolf form if she chooses to, ok?” Despite the pout and puppy dog eyes on Rehna’s face, she nodded in understanding. He put her down onto the ground and continued. “Run along ducklin’. Why don’t you head inside and tell ma we’re here.” Rehna yelled out an “okay” and ran into the house, leaving the wolf and her freelancer outside.

Sam pulled Zohniyya in by her shoulders and rested her head on his chest. “See? Now was that so bad? I told you everything will be ok.” He kissed her forehead and smiled reassuringly. 

She let out a shaky breath and whispered, “yea, it wasn’t bad.” She did what she always did when she was overwhelmed and buried herself in his chest. The warmth in her chest brought forth by his heartbeat and scent was enough to bring her down from her spiral. “I’m still worried about your mom.”

He chuckled, “don’t you be worried about ma. She’s been waitin’ to meet you since I told her about us.” Sam gently moved Zohniyya’s head from his chest, needing to look into her eyes. It was his way of telling her that everything will be ok. He kissed her on her lips, wanting to see and adoring the smile that came soon after. “Let’s get inside before the heat knocks ya out, you winter wolf.”

She gasped in offence and punched his shoulder, resting her hand there. “I ain’t ever gonna tell you my southern adventures ever again if you keep teasin’ me about that shit.” Her hand slowly trails down the length of his arms, holding his elbow. “Shall we head inside?”

The southern freelancer pulled her close and straightened his back. “We shall head inside,” he said, and the two walked inside Sam’s childhood home.

The first thing they noticed was the plethora of photos on the wall. Some were as recent as a few months ago. Others were as old as the ranch house. She assumed that every picture was of the Collins family. Sam had mentioned that the Oklahoma ranch and land had belonged to his family for generations, it only makes sense for so many memories to be captured in this space.

It also felt like the old generations of the Collins family were judging her.

“City Scum.”

“Whore.”

“Vampire fuckthing.”

‘No no, do not let those thoughts mess with you now. You’re about to fucking rock this shit and Sam’s mom is gonna love you… Just… don’t fuck it up.’

“See, I knew I was right callin’ you princess.” His smug smile brought her back to reality, if only to want to smack the cocky grin off his face.

“Meri pyaari, meri dunya aur meri akhirah. I love you deeply. But I swear if you don’t knock this shit off, I will smack the shit out of you.” The threat didn’t have its usual heat because of her beaming smile. He didn’t need to know that he’d be the only one who can call her princess. 

The couple stepped foot into the living room, where an old woman was fussing over the throw pillows on the couch. She turned to the sound of footsteps and cried out, “dear Lord, you made it!” She launched herself at Sam and pulled him into a tight hug. “Are you ok? How was the drive in? Are ya hungry? Thirsty?” Her lips couldn’t hold back the flood of questions that poured out of her.

The only thing that stopped her borderline interrogation was Zohniyya shyly standing behind Sam. The Collins’ mother shoved her son out of her way to approach the wolf. “Oh where are my manners, my name’s Delilah, Sam’s mother. And yours darlin’?”

“My name’s Zohniyya, ma’am and it’s an honour to meet you. Sam has told me incredible things about you.” She tried to keep her city accent from dripping on her words, something she knew Sam noticed, judging by his quirked eyebrow aimed at her.

Delilah laughed and wrapped her arm around Zohniyya’s shoulders. “No need to be so formal with sugar! Call me DeDe, that’s what all my friends call me.” 

Her bright smile made the white wolf relax. “Well in that case, you can call me Zozo, it’s been my nickname for a long a- long time.” 

‘Ok, ok this is good! We’re exchanging nicknames, so that means she must somewhat like me.’

Delilah pinched the wolf’s cheeks. “Aww, aren’t you a beautiful precious thing. Sam’s told me a ton about you as well but I wanna hear it from you! Where ya from?” Delilah turned her back to the couple and went back to organizing her living room.

Before Zohniyya could open her mouth and give an answer that bends the truth of her city status, Sam shot her a look that screamed one thing. 

“Don’t you dare hide anything about yourself darlin’. All of you is wonderful and I want my mom to understand that.”

She sighed. “I was born in Toronto, but I moved to Dahlia when I was 16. It’s where I live now and I’m in law school to be a lawyer.”

“Ohohoho, my son managed to snag a city slicker like you? And a pretty one at that!” Delilah chuckled at the embarrassed expression on Sam and Zohniyya’s faces. “I hope our humble home is to your liking. I know it ain’t compared to city houses.”

“No, no, your home is wonderful! It’s cozy and I like it!” She was honest when she said that. The Collins’ family home was warm and bright, unlike the harsh grays she’s used to. Every room and crevice had proof that there was love in this house. It was a foreign concept, but not an unwelcome one. “Besides, it reminds me of my uncle's ranch. He had one and we went there all the time as kids.”

Delilah’s eyes widened as her curiosity piqued. She asked, “you have family in the south?” 

Zohniyya’s eyes sparkled at that question. “Yea! My mom’s sister and my grandparents lives in Texas and my dad’s brother lives in Louisiana! We used to go down every summer to see’em! The only shit thing was the damn heat. I swear the amount of times I passed out was fucking insane!”

Sam smiled at the sight of his mom and girlfriend conversing as if they were old friends. The more and more Zo spoke, the stronger her accent, one that he loves very much, became. It made him feel giddy to see his wolf laughing with no care in the world, a stark contrast to when he first met her. And sure, part of her laughter was from the stories his mother was spilling, but he’d become a court jester if it means his princess will smile.

Especially if it means she saves that smile for him.

Delilah smacked her thighs and got up. “Gotta get the food ready for us to eat. Sam, come with me and we can let Zo relax for a bit,” she said while walking to the kitchen. 

Zohniyya let out a quick “wait” that made the two southerners stop and look back. She shifted her weight between her legs and stuttered, “it’s just- Sam’s been driving the whole way here, the least I could do is help out with dinner?” She said the last phrase hesitantly. She was acutely aware of how seriously ‘southern hospitality’ is taken (it’s no different than ‘Canadian niceness), but truly, she wanted to give the stubborn healer this one break. 

“Darlin’, it’s ok. I can set up a table-”

“Sam, why don’t you take Rennie and unpack your truck?” He tried to argue, but his momma gave him the look, the one where you don’t dare defy her orders. 

He sighed in defeat. “I swear, y’all are two of the most stubborn women ever.” Sam kissed Zohniyya’s forehead, mumbling, “I’ll see you later.” He called out to his baby sister and left the living room.

Delilah stared at the stubborn yet determined shifter and chuckled. “You remind me of when I was younger.” ‘Is that a good thing? That better be a good thing!’ The old woman started to walk to the kitchen, beckoning the winter wolf to follow her. 

The two women started to set up the table before Delilah spoke up.

“There is… Something I wanted to ask… Only if you want to answer.”

Zohniyya quirked her eyebrow and tilted her head. “Of course, ask away.”

“The scars… what happened?”

Her heart dropped to her chest and for a moment, she wanted to shift and run as far as she could. Away from her past that kept her from moving on. Instead, she used her words to try and make things right.

“I’m so sorry, I know the scars are intimidating, but I promise that I’d never let anything like that happen to him. God, I love him so much to ever hurt him like that. I’d burned myself from the inside out than let Sam go through any kind of pain. But if you want me to never speak with him again I totally understand and I’m sorry and-”

Her panicked blabbers were cut off by warm and loving arms wrapped around her. “Darlin’- No, I didn’t mean it like that. You’re perfect for my son, and if I’m being honest, even if I tried to keep him away from you, he’d rip heaven and earth apart to see you again.” She cupped Zohniyya’s face and wiped her tears, like a mother would do for her child. “I wanted to ask because I was worried. Wanted to make sure you were ok.”

Zohniyya choked back a sob that was rising from her throat at the tender words that Delilah was saying. How long has it been since the shifter felt the kindness of a mother? She’d argue that she’s never received that warmth. 

Holding the shifter steady, Delilah said, “and if Sam ever lays a hand on you, you come to me and I’ll set that boy straight.”

A pained but quiet laugh came from Zohniyya. “He would never do that, but I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good, it means I raised that boy right.” Delilah went somber. “Sam and Rennie’s father, he… he was a bad man. And I couldn’t bear thinking about if my boy was like him too.” She scoffed, “I know it’s stupid, but there’s a part of me wondering if I left earlier… then maybe it be better for them.”

“Hey.” She held Delilah by her shoulders. “If there is anyone who gets not leaving earlier it’s me.” Zohniyya took a deep breath, preparing her to talk about that asshole. “It took my last boyfriend nearly killing my best friend for me to come to my senses, and the shit I let him do to me…”

Delilah grounded Zohniyya. “We didn’t let anything happen to us, it was their fault, not ours. We didn’t want to get hurt, just to be loved.” Delilah played with Zohniyya’s dark, curly hair. “And I’m glad you got out and that you’re happy.” 

“I am, Sam’s to thank for that. I just… You must be such an incredible woman to raise a man like him and I am forever thankful for that.” Her eyes may have been watery, but her smile shone as bright as ever.

Delilah rolled her eyes at the praise. “That’s all him, I didn’t do anything.”

“Sam would call bullshit on that. He always goes on about how you’re responsible for the man he is today, I can see why.” 

It was more than the eyes and facial shape the mother and son shared. She could see where Sam got his compassion, his kindness, his stubborn nature and his capability to love from.

Despite his fears that he shared with her, Sam was nothing like his father and now she has the proof to back it up.

Delilah wiped her own tears from her eyes and sniffled, “we should set up the table before Samuel and Rehna get back.”

Zohniyya nodded and picked up where she left off, and for the first time since she got to the house, the weight on her chest was lifted and she could finally breathe again.

“Also another question, I heard that wolves had a thing… mates was it? So am I getting grandkids anytime soon?”

Zohniyya’s stuttered and embarrassed answer was all Delilah needed to let out a good laugh.

-- 

It was pitch dark and silent that night.

Way too silent than the shifter was used to. 

Once she untangled herself from Sam’s arms (she had to put a pillow in her place to make sure he didn't wake up), Zohniyya walked down to the kitchen for some water.

As she drank, she heard another set of footsteps coming up behind her, kicking her senses into overdrive. She damn near shifted at that moment, anything to make sure her man and his family is ok.

But she calmed down when her dark eyes met the watery eyes of Rennie.

She dropped to her knees and opened her arms for the little girl. Rehna ran into her arms and held onto her like Zohniyya was her lifeline. “Hey, hey, you’re alright meri jaan. Wanna tell me what happened?”

Rehna’s voice was muffled from her burying her face in Zohniyya’s chest, but she was able to make out that she said, “scary nightmare.” And that was all she needed to act.

Carefully, she tightened her arms around Rehna and stood up. She ran her hand through the young girl’s blonde hair. “Want me to take you back to bed?” She felt Rennie shake her buried head, a no. Zohniyya stopped for a bit and said, “what if I stay with you tonight?”

That made Rennie pause before nodding her head, prompting the wolf to carry her back to Rennie’s room. Once she got there, Zohniyya tried to put her down, but the blonde had a death grip on her. 

When Rennie said she wants Zohniyya to stay, she meant she wants her to hold her while she falls back asleep. She racked her brain for ideas on how to get Rennie to sleep again, until the perfect idea struck her.

“You know what my pack Alpha used to do whenever I couldn’t sleep?” She asked the question quietly, but it was enough to grab Rennie’s full attention. 

Her eyes sparkled. “What did he do?” Her voice dripped with childish curiosity, a sort of innocence that Zohniyya will die defending.

“He’d shift for us and let us cuddle his wolf form.” Her eyes went misty from remembering her old Alpha. “Gabe’s wolf form was huge, so even as teens, he’d cuddle us. Something about having wolf fur surrounding you made the nightmares… go away. Or maybe it’s a wolf thing.”

Rehna fiddled with her blanket and shyly asked, “can you give me wolf cuddles too?”

She smiled. “Pyaari, it be my honour. First I need you to close your eyes and no peeking, or else you’re gonna get it.” As with all of her threats from today, it was empty as hell.

Rehna giggled and covered eyes. 

Zohniyya got off the bed and removed her clothes. The tension left her body when she shifted, always a welcome feeling. Thankfully, Rehna’s bed was big enough to fit herself and the wolf. 

Gently, she climbed onto her bed and nudged the little girl with her snout. It was her cue to finally open her eyes and see the beautiful white wolf in front of her.

“You’re so pretty! You look like snow on a mountain top!” Rennie curled up beside the wolf and buried her face in her fur, her littles gripping the wolf for dear life. She rested her head against Zohniyya's fluffy stomach. “Thank you… for this… I’m gonna go to sleep now…” Rehna’s breathing went quiet and soft snores filled the room.

‘Sonay jao, chunni se munni. Khal, ap tumhari daraona khawab yaad nah rehna.’ 

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“Samuel, go get the damn camera now!”

“I’m grabbing it ma, I can only move so fast! I ain’t a damn vamp.”

“Are you giving me attitude Samuel?”

“No ma’am.”

“Good.”

...

“You did well loving her and making her feel loved.”

“Momma, I think it’s my life's greatest achievement having the honour to call her mine.”

“Good, I want her in our lives for as long as possible. Besides, I need grandbabies Samuel!”

“Momma!!!”

#redacted asmr #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted lovely #yall this is self indulgent as helllllll #but!!!! i love it!!!! #PLEASE MIND THE WARNINGS!!!! #THESE ARE NOT THE CANON REDACTED LISTENERS #anywho southern siblings my beloved <3333 #fem! darlin #fem! lovely #also also #this isnt a part of any secret santa even #just something i wroteee #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking

[bailey-reeds]

A Night At The Gala ~ Fred Weasley (Part 1)

Analysis ~ After all the begging that it took from her boyfriend, maybe going to the Yule Ball won't be as bad as Y/N thought?

Warnings ~ fluff, Fred is a simp, Y/N is lowkey lame, female/they/them pronouns used, lmk if I missed anything

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"No"

"Please Y/N, I don't want to look lame showing up to the ball alone. As my girlfriend you should be begging me to go, not the other way around!"

This was the fourth time today that a certain red-head has bothered Y/N. And over a stupid school dance at that. But here he is, in the Gryffindor common room shaking her by the shoulders. Normally, Y/N would be so bothered by it, if there wasn't a whole common room full of people watching the pathetic display shown by the Weasley.

"Honestly Freddie, I don't see the big appeal with wanting to go. It's just a dance-" Y/N wanted to explain the seemingly infinite reasons as to not go, but quickly got shut down.

"Just a dance!" Fred could swear that his soul had left his body at that comment, it's not just a dance but the perfect opportunity to show off his perfect S/O, and, honestly, get them put of their common room for once.

"It's anything but that! Its the Yule Ball, how could you not want to go? We never get to do this kind of thing! I mean, I've been waiting for something like this since like, forever! Plus, you're soo boring, always staying in here all day. You must be socialized, and lucky for you I am just the one up for that task. So go with me? Please?"

At this point, everyone was seeming way to be entertained by the futile attempts of the boy and the fact that he was now on his knees practically yelling for the girl to go with him. His hazel orbs burning into her own as he pleaded. And if we are being honest, he looked quite pretty with the word 'please' burned into his eyes. He knew that the longer he kept this up, the less patients his S/O would have with the matter. Y/N seemed cornered. And he knew this.

That cheeky bastard.

"Godric, Fred, stop. Everyone is looking at you."

Y/N stuck out their hands in an attempt to push the boy away to end the social suicide their boyfriend was oh so graciously providing.

"I know."

Fred grabbed Y/N's hands so they would focuse on him and only him. He would do anything for Y/N, normally, but right now he couldn't give less of a fuck. He wanted to go to the ball. The two of them, and be the power couple he thinks they are, although George likes to shut him down on the ideology, claiming no one actually cares about the couples status in popularity. A fool, George is.

"This is embarrassing for you."

"I know."

Seeing this as the one chance that may be presented to get him to finally shut up about this dance, Y/N decided to end the whole thing. What's the point on fighting him on it anymore? He's been asking since the ball was announced a week ago and has made it so painfully obvious that he wants to go with no one but Y/N, so why not entertain the idea a bit?

Sighing, Y/N gave up, knowing the pestering would continue. Maybe it won't be so bad? Or maybe it will? Who knows, one way to find out.

"Okay, okay, stop. I'll go, because I love you and hate how annoying you're being about this. Only so you'll stop going on about it. Don't expect much excitement from me though, this was your idea, not mine. Id rather be asleep though."

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Oh what a mistake that was, because now Angelica, Katie, Ginny amd Hermionie have dragged her out of bed, forcing her to get ready for that evenings events.

Why must we cave to the stupid red-heads of this world?

Oh, right, cause we are simps, that's why.

While Alicia is helping to adjust the mop of hair that is Hermione, Y/N is helping out with everyone else.

"I get this doesn't happen but why do people care so much? I mean, what's the difference between this and the parties we throw when you yall win a Quidditch game? The way I see it, a party is a party."

With a final tug the zipper on Katie's dress finally rises. Turning to the mirror, Y/N admires their own dress. It's simple, yet elegant, in y/f/c, hugging the curves of her figure perfectly. Angelina has on a purple floor length strapped gown, Hermione in her gorgeous pink dress, Ginny in a green and pink dress, which oddly reminds her of a church going dress. All in all, the girls all look beautiful.

Ginny turns to face Y/N and laughs at the comment.

"Of course you would think that, considering you don't even attend those parties either. It's a big deal. Hogwarts never hosts these big events, amd we have 2 other schools here. It's a way to get to know the Bauxbatons and Durmstrang students amd just have fun. You'd think you would know how to do that, considering who you are dating."

"Oh don't start, little miss I can't stand my brothers."

The girls all shared a laugh as they left the dorm room headed for the stairs to meet their dates, except Hermione, who booked it down the stairs calling back a short goodbye. Odd.

The sounds of clicking heels could be heard from the stairs, signaling to the boys that were waiting in the common room for longer then they thought they would be.

Fred could have thought the world stopped, or maybe it was his heart. The glow of the lights hit skin as perfectly as heavens light when the girl descended down the stairs, and the expressions on their faces made them all look all the more heavenly as the approached. Fred could have sworn he could die at this moment and still be the happiest he has ever been. Awestruck and lovesick, he held out his hand to his S/O, amd pulled her close, capturing her in a sickly sweet kiss.

"This is going to be the best night you've ever had."

#fred weasly x reader #fred weasley #draco malfoy #harry potter #ron weasley #george weasley #yule ball #hogwarts #Spotify

[lemonhemlock]

Having trouble with the link but I read your post about Aegon II as King

Sidebar: How wild is it that Rhaenrya's bastards have some of us somewhat slapping Cersei on the back cause at least HER bastards were passable. Also her reactions make us reluctantly respect her.

Much like Rhaenyra, she believes that she is entitled to putting her bastards on the throne because her blood is superior. She's better than everyone else. Cersei chose Jaime because she saw him as her other half. He is an extension of her and as fucked up as that whole thing is, at least they have similar traits (got me out here advocating for incest). She could easily make the argument that her children look like her. Past Baratheon-Lannister unions showed Baratheon ene was superior? Well her kids are outliers. Frankly these claims are disgusting and how dare they question her virtue and honor.

Cersei is a bamf with teeth and she's not afraid to bite.

Rhaenryas reaction is to a)run and hide at Dragonstone

B) pull a Draco Malfoy by making sure her father hears about this. Hiding behind him.

Cersei never hid behind anyone. And she wasn't Heiress.

Rhaenrya couldn't be bothered to find a man with valerian features to pass her children as legitimate. For crying at loud the mad king knew to look in Essos for people like this. Was she lazy or just plain stupid? She had to pick someone who looks nothing like her husband's family.

Sorry but I cant respect her hustle. Cersei might be an awful person but I kinda like her and have to give her props sometimes, even though she can be dumb at times. At least she's active.

Rhaenryas passiveness and stupidity at the most basic things makes it hard to have that same "I dislike you but I'm putting respect in your name "

Hi there, thank you for reading!

I find Cersei's predicament here a lot more sympathetic to begin with. Not loving her is one thing, but Robert rapes her and is repeatedly violent with her. This is not about awkwardness or being inconvenienced. The thought of bearing his children is physically repugnant to Cersei. She has Jaime help her get an abortion when he does eventually impregnate her. I cam empathize with her desire to exercise autonomy over her own body. Cersei believes Robert doesn't deserve to have heirs and I have to agree with her. Cersei takes her revenge by appropriating his dynasty and placing her perfectly Lannister children on the throne. It does feel like poetic justice for the disrespected, long-suffering wife, raging at the confines of her cage.

Moreover, Cersei had no say in her marriage. Her father wanted her to be queen no matter what, so here she is. She never had an ounce of the freedom and the opportunities Rhaenyra is awarded. Viserys allows Rhaenyra to marry whomever she chooses, organizes a royal progress for her and yet she complains, insults her suitors and comes back home early. Even then, Viserys finds a good husband for her. Being married to a gay man is not ideal in the least, but Laenor is kind and gentle, respects Rhaenyra and would never hurt her.

I'm really not trying to be crass here, but does anyone remember Renly boasting he's going to get Margaery pregnant within a year? Gay people can have children and have been doing it naturally over the course of history, too.

Anyway, on that indelicate note, merry Christmas & happy holidays!

#ask #anon #bastardposting #cersei lannister #anti rhaenyra targaryen

[emmerrr]

snow way

[this fic is also on ao3]

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Ronan wasn’t usually one for answering unknown numbers. In fairness he rarely answered numbers he did know, unless it was Adam, or if the number of missed calls exceeded fifteen or so. 

This call, however, he answered the second time it tried him. Nuisance callers didn’t usually try twice in quick succession, and besides, Ronan had a bad feeling. He couldn’t explain why.

“Hello?”

“Ronan,” said Adam, surprise colouring his voice. “You answered.”

Dread settled in Ronan’s stomach. “You better be calling from a fucking airplane.”

“My flight was cancelled.” 

Well, at least Adam ripped the bandaid off all at once. Ronan’s grip on his phone tightened. “Why?”

“There’s a blizzard, Ronan, don’t you watch the news?”

“Is that a serious question, Parrish?”

Adam sighed. Ronan missed that sigh. He was supposed to be hearing that sigh in person in just a few hours. “I’m completely stuck. There’s nothing leaving JFK anytime today, maybe not even tomorrow. And I have no signal on my cell plus my battery’s about to die, so I’m having to use a payphone – did you know they still have payphones?”

Ronan did not know that they still had payphones, but it was also clear to him that Adam was trying to distract Ronan from the matter at hand, and whilst he loved him for it, it didn’t make the news any easier to take. It was incredible how quickly misery could descend on a person. In a small voice that Ronan knew sounded nothing like his, he said, “But it’s Christmas Eve.”

“I know, Ronan, I’m sorry.”

Ronan hated it when Adam apologised for things that weren’t his fault. “It’s fine, Parrish, just…just get here when you can, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“This fucking sucks,” he said, because it needed to be said.

“Agreed. Ah, shit, I gotta go, there’s a line of people behind me. Look, maybe go to Declan’s for Christmas? You know he’ll be happy to have you.”

Ronan knew that he’d be welcome at Declan’s because he was always welcome at Declan’s; how happy his older brother would be about it was a different matter entirely. “Maybe,” he said, which was as good as a no.

Adam neatly interpreted it. “It’d be better than being on your own.”

“I’d just depress everyone by being a miserable bastard.”

“Every household needs a miserable bastard at Christmas,” Adam joked, but he said it in a gentle way that made Ronan’s heart ache with missing him.

“I’ll think about it.” It was the best he could offer.

“Alright. I really am going now.”

“Try and call, if you get a chance. I’ll answer if it’s you.”

“You always do,” Adam said. “Merry Christmas, Ronan.”

The line clicked dead. Ronan sighed. “Merry fucking Christmas.”

-

As promised, Ronan did think about going to Declan’s for about five seconds until he decided that if he couldn’t see Adam then he didn’t want to see anyone at all. He was aware he was being dramatic about it, but he also didn’t care.

Of course, none of this stopped Declan from calling later that afternoon as Ronan sat on the floor in the living room in front of the fireplace, feeling mightily sorry for himself.

“It’s come to my attention that you’re alone for the holidays.”

Ronan tossed a log onto the fire. “Did Parrish call you?”

“Of course not, I saw it on the news. It said all the flights were cancelled.”

“Since when does everybody watch the fucking news,” Ronan grumbled.

Declan ignored this. “Just come here instead. Then on the 26th you can pick Adam up from the airport if he manages to get a flight.”

“Nah, I’ll pick him up from here, I was going to do that today anyway.”

“Well, what are you going to do between now and then?”

“I’m sure I’ll find a way to fill the hours, Deklo.”

“Yes, that’s what worries me.”

Ronan couldn’t even find it in him to be annoyed at being patronised. “I’m not gonna do anything, I’ll just fuckin’...I dunno, sleep or something. I’ll be fine, I just wanna be on my own.”

There was a brief silence. “Matthew would like it, if you came.”

This usually would be a surefire way to get Ronan straight into a car and on his way, but not today. Trying to put on a happy face for Matthew sounded exhausting.

“I’ll come in a few days, when Parrish is here. Matthew would like that better. The more the merrier, right?”

“If you’re sure,” Declan said. “You know where we are if you change your mind.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“It’s just a couple of days, Ronan. He’ll be here before you know it.”

“Yes, but he’s not fucking here now, is he,” Ronan snapped before he could stop himself, then immediately felt bad because he knew Declan was actually just trying to be nice. “I’ll call you guys tomorrow. Go have some eggnog or some shit.”

“I hate eggnog.”

“That’s the spirit,” Ronan said, and hung up.

-

He woke up on Christmas morning freezing cold and with a crick in his neck. He was still on the floor in front of the fire which had long since burned out, and Chainsaw was busy trying to drag his blanket away to add to her hoard under the armchair.

He let her take it and sat up, stretching. He’d fallen asleep watching Netflix, but the TV must have long since switched off on its own. Ronan looked over at the Christmas tree in the corner, the shoddily wrapped gift for Adam underneath seeming to mock him.

He reached for his phone, but there was still nothing from Adam, no messages, no calls from unknown numbers. Ronan tried to call him but couldn’t get through. He knew that Adam had said he had no signal and his phone was about to die, but still, he’d feel better if he could hear his voice.

(He’d feel better if Adam was here, with Ronan where he belonged, not stuck in an airport in a blizzard on Christmas Day.)

Breakfast was the first thing on his to-do list, so Ronan made his way to the kitchen. He stopped in front of the window, noticing that it was steadily snowing, a fine layer already covering the ground. It would have made him smile under any other circumstances, but today it represented the reason he was currently Adam-less.

He scowled and was about to close the shutters so he didn’t have to see, when something moving outside caught his eye.

Someone was walking up the driveway towards the house, a large duffel over his shoulder and wearing a coat that was nowhere near appropriate for the weather.

It was, unbelievably, Adam.

Ronan was out the door before he even knew he was moving.

“Adam! Parrish!” he yelled. “Adam!”

Adam broke into a run as soon as he saw Ronan, and they collided; Adam in Ronan’s arms again at last, solid and real and fucking freezing.

“Come on, let’s get inside, quick.”

“Ronan, you’ve got no shoes on!”

“I know!” He grabbed Adam’s duffel and then his hand, towing them both swiftly back indoors.

After building a new fire up in the living room and dumping Adam in front of it along with all of the blankets retrieved from Chainsaw’s hoard, Ronan made them each a coffee and then sat down, Adam’s legs draped over his.

“You managed to get a flight out then?” he guessed.

Adam shook his head. “Nope, There’s still nothing until tomorrow, as far as I know.” He had both hands cupped around his mug, his cheeks and the tip of his nose still looking a little pink from the cold, but above everything else he just looked so relieved to be home.

“Then how did you get here?” 

“Some guy overheard me talking to airport staff trying to see if there was any way to get here, and said that he’d just hired the last car available and was heading this way so could give me a ride most of the way. Then I got a bus, then a cab, then I walked.”

Ronan took a second to let that sink in. “You accepted a ride from a stranger?”

Adam shrugged. “Yeah. I was desperate.”

“...Why?”

Adam shrugged again, and looked down at his coffee. “You just sounded so sad, I couldn’t bear it.”

Ronan decided to bypass the ridiculousness and rashness of Adam’s actions and head straight to the love and relief. He put his drink down, took Adam’s from him and put that down too, then bundled Adam into his arms. “I love you. Thank you. Please don’t do that again.”

Adam buried his face in Ronan’s neck. “No promises,” he said. He lifted his head and kissed Ronan lightly on the mouth. “Merry Christmas?”

Ronan grinned. “It is now.”

-

A little after midday, Declan and Matthew arrived at the Barns, arms laden with food and gifts.

“What are you guys doing here?” Ronan asked.

Declan stared stonily at Ronan, then at Adam, who smiled and waved.

“We’re here because someone,” he said, nodding his head in a delighted Matthew’s direction, “thought you’d be sad and lonely because Adam wasn’t here. But I see you’ve had a Christmas miracle.”

Because he was feeling charitable, Ronan got up and gave his surprised brother a hug. “I hope you brought turkey. I’m fucking starving.”

Outside, the snow continued to fall.

#the raven cycle #pynch #trc fic #trc

[icecream-and-gadreel]

Hiii Noodle. Would you be up for some Gadreel/Dean nsfw with bottom Dean? :P

A/N: Hohohoooo Merry holidays! I legit had to force myself to stop writing because holy hell dude I love these two so much. Enjoy

Holiday drabbles are open!

Gadreel pulls Dean closer by the nape, relishing in the sound of his breath catching in his throat. The brash machismo Dean so often displays melts away under the angel's touch, instead being replaced with a soft, longing gaze.

Gadreel closes the space between them, pulling Dean into a rough kiss and caressing his ass. He takes in Dean's scent -- irish spring layered in leather and salt -- and pushes his tongue into his mouth, fingers lacing through his hair.

"Damn, missed you too," Dean breathes, groaning as Gadreel licks and sucks on his neck. They exchange soft growls and moans, rutting against each other as they embrace. A few days apart is all it ever takes to drive Gadreel insane. The angel pushes Dean's pants down his thighs, hands greedily squeezing his ass. "Fuck -- mm -- let's get in bed," he groans, flinching as Gadreel slides two fingers between his cheeks.

With a smack of his lips, he releases Dean's skin, offering him a gentle smile. "I can't wait," he whispers, eyes admiring the hickey he left. Dean watches as Gadreel pulls out a sample-sized bottle of lube from his pocket, chuckling breathlessly.

"Impatient bastard," Dean grumbles, biting his lip as Gadreel pulls his cheeks apart, coating his fingers in the lube. Dean rocks his hips back, shivering as Gadreel's fingers push into his hole.

Smirking, Gadreel guides Dean's hand to his throbbing cock, tilting his head. "It seems we're both impatient, my light."

"Nngh -- shut up," he says, stroking Gadreel's cock over his jeans. Of course he's impatient. Dean has been thinking of him all damn day! Hell, it took everything in him not to pounce on him the moment they reunited. Dean fucks himself on Gadreel's fingers, breaths harsh and ragged as his edge approaches. "Fuck I missed you," he moans, leaning his head on Gadreel's shoulder. "Missed feeling you Gad." The angel drags his fingers out of Dean, finally releasing his own cock from his jeans.

"You're being so honest today." He chuckles, gripping Dean's jaw and pressing a chaste kiss against his lips. "Turn around," he coos. Dean eagerly complies, resting his hands on the wall and wiggling his hips. How can somebody be this breathtaking? Gadreel pumps his cock, his free hand sliding up the small of Dean's back. He presses the blunt head of his cock against Dean's hole, humming as he gently nudges forward. Greedily, Dean sucks him in, engulfing the tip of his cock in delicious warmth. The angel rocks his hips back, teasing at Dean's rim before pushing his way back in. He repeats this a few times, drawing out desperate moans from his lover.

Dean's legs wobble as Gadreel continues his tortuously slow pace, his cock twitching with every short thrust. "Come on, stop fucking around," Dean hisses, biting his lip. Humming, Gadreel snaps his hips forward, burying every thick inch of his cock inside of him and forcing out a strangled moan. With this, Gadreel begins fucking him relentlessly, fingers digging harshly into Dean's hips with every thunderous thrust.

"So tight," Gadreel moans, smacking his ass and leaning his weight on his back. "I love you," he breathes, hand grasping Dean's shaft as he speeds up.

"F-fuck -- Gad --" He's cut off by his own mewling moan, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his edge approaches. "Just like that," he breathes, body stuttering as his orgasm rips through him. Dean can't help the moans that escape him. All that falls from him are strings of 'fuck fuck fuck' and Gadreel's name. His legs give out beneath him, and as he crumbles to the ground Gadreel wraps a strong arm around his waist.

"I've got you," he whispers, leaving wet, sloppy kisses along his shoulder blades. Gadreel slows his thrusts, petting Dean's hair as the aftershocks of his orgasm rip through him.

"O-oh my god," Dean purrs, eyes wide as Gadreel resumes his unforgiving pace.

"I'm not done with you yet," he growls, nipping at the Winchester's earlobe.

#lemon #spn #supernatural #deanxgadreel #dean winchester #gadreel #my writing #drabble #holidays 2023 #happy holidaysssss #happy holidayyyys to youuuuu #Seriously bros #I had like three more paragrapghs i wanted to crank out #but i dont wanna write 1000 word drables sksksksks #wuahaha

[redwayfarers]

Wayfarer Week: Injury

Fandom: Wayfarer IF Ship: N/A Characters: Cassander Inteus (OC), Amali Sero, Aeran Kellis Rating: Gen (vague descriptions of an injury) Words: 702 As it says on the tin - prompt 3 for @wayfarer-week! Enjoy my boy being a dumbass lmao

Sero is cleaning their daggers when the news reaches them. It’s already been a shitty week, all things considered, and they do      not    need any more additional stressors. So here they are, secluded in their study, trying to process it all and just take a moment for themself when someone knocks on the door.

“Kellis,” they greet, lifting their eyes from the daggers. They shine brighter than jewels on the Emperor’s crown, but it doesn’t stop them from giving them a loving, thorough sweep once more. Sero takes a moment to look Aeran over - his hair’s messy and dirty, there are bags under his eyes and he smells of days on the road. There’s a patchy stubble he has yet to shave off. Worry’s etched into the lines of his face. “Kellis, what happened?”

“I came to give my report,” he says. “Cass would’ve come with me as well, but he’s with Sirin now. Bastard almost got killed by a beast.”

Sero’s heart drops to their heels. Their face hardens and they’re on their feet in moments. “Where’s the injury? What did Sirin say?” 

“On his back– I took him there as quickly as I could but–” Aeran is gripping the door tightly. His nails are scarily white. Sero places a firm hand on his shoulder and squeezes. 

“Calm down, kid,” they say, playing up the certainty of their voice. “He’s in capable hands. You go wash up. Any reports can wait until the morning.” 

“I–” Aeran looks down. “I will.” As soon as he’s out of sight, though, Sero all but flies down to the infirmary. Their heart beats wildly. Aeran’s reaction indicates this injury isn’t a mere scratch. Did it touch the spine? Stars and hellfire, not the spine. They move on instinct, trying to will themself not to freak out. 

Not him, not him, not him, Sero chants, opening the doors loudly. Their eyes fly over the infirmary, looking for the familiar sight of red hair. Before they spot Cassander, however, they spot Sirin, who’s washing her hands next to a nearby, empty cot. She nods at them and approaches, drying her hands. 

“Grandmaster?” her voice is measured and even.

“Cassander–” 

“Will live,” Sirin finishes, tipping her head in the direction of a certain cot. And sure enough, Sero sees Cass’ bright, red head and the tips of his ears. “But can you keep your voice down? He, like the rest of the people here, is sleeping.” 

Sero sighs deeply in relief and clears their throat. A part of them wants to offer an explanation - my son is injured and I wish to see him - but the admission doesn’t really sit right with them. Not like this. Not to Sirin before anyone else. The other part, the Grandmaster one, makes them straighten their back and nod. It’s that part that also says, “I apologize. Is the injury serious?”

“He’s very lucky that it missed the spine just so. As it is right now, it’s deep, but nothing life-threatening.” Sirin squints. “I do recommend he grow a pair of eyes behind his head, though. This kind of luck doesn’t happen twice.” 

Sero rubs their temples. So he’s been a dumbass, so innocently unaware of what his recklessness does to people around him. They recall Aeran’s worried face, the whites of his nails as he grips the door. The desire to throttle Cassander sometimes overpowers them, but Sero persists. “I hope he learned his lesson, for fuck’s sake,” they reply. 

“Me too. I’d hate to patch him up twice over the same mishap.” With that, she goes on her merry way and Sero makes a beeline for Cass’ cot. Their hands shake just slightly as they remove hair from his eyes and feel the steadiness of his breath against their fingers. His skin is warm, sharp with growing stubble, and alive.

“I’ll throttle you when you heal, I swear,” they whisper. “Don’t make us worried like this.” Not you, not you, not you. Not you, of all people. Their hand stays for a moment longer. But they should let him rest now, probably. 

There’s a time and a place for accusations of dumbassery, but for now, they’re just happy he’s alive.

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #inspo birb has come to town #wayfarer mc #cassander inteus #amali sero #aeran kellis #wayfarer week #injury mention #i miss sero something fierce as you do so here they are #this was mentors originally i think? but rn mentors is another fic entirely #this is the last cass fic of these and the rest is my other crowd