#gonna do the other ones i got over the next few days but yea keep em coming

[marimology]

PLS DROP THAT SHANKS AND BOA FIC IM BEGGING 🙏 THEY BOTH GOT MY HEART

peaktober /kinktober week 1

shanks x boa x transmasc reader

warnings : threesome , dubcon/cnc,praise, pegging , phone sex ( snail sex?), cuckholding, mdni, usage of the word cunt/pussy

marimology do not steal or copy my work

there were only four men in this world that boa hancock could tolerate that we’re immune to her abilities, and that was fisher tiger, monkey d. luffy, you, and shanks. well, shanks was on and off with how much he could annoy her . you on the other hand were her husband and she thought you were the prettiest boy she’s ever seen loves to give you compliments and pinch your cheeks but other times she loved to watch you sit on her lap, on her throne ,whimpering on her cock like right now.

“so pretty ♡” she gushed as you road her cock your moans and whimpers filling her ears as she moved upwards to play with your nipples. “gonna fill you up before that damn red head gets here and ruins the fun” she said causing you to clench around her at the thought which in return made her moan at the action and use her hands to guide you “yea want me to do that pretty? “ she teased but was cut off as shanks snail rang next to her to her.

“answer it” you picked up the snail and was greeted with shanks’s voice. “hey boa ! imma be at the island in a few minutes!” shanks greeted cheerfully . “it’s y/n” you answered to as your voice cracked with boa snapped her hips up and set a slow pace “ah boas play thing correct” he questioned which made you form a tick i on your forehead out of annoyance. “ i’m her husband not a plaything “ your tone of annoyance was cut off with a moan as boas pace got faster and rougher causing you to roll your eyes back. “ well the sound you just made and the expression the snail made says otherwise darling, is she near you?” he teased causing boa to speak “ right behind him <3” she said causing you whimper more at her thrusts as they became louder which shanks definitely heard causing him to chuckle “could listen to him all day, are you treating her well ? ~” you couldn’t answer as you were forced to suck boas fingers moaning as they hit the back of your throat. “treats me so well it’s like his little pussy is made for me ”she told him causing you to whine out of embarrassment. “must be a pretty sight,i’ll be docking in 2 minutes i’ll meet you at the palace soon “ click

he really wasn’t kidding when he said he’ll be there in 2 minutes because 5 minutes you both had gone back to your shared bedroom and he had arrived to sight of boa stuffing your head into a pillow as she mercilessly pounded into your cunt. shanks had sat down in the nearest chair and took off his pants revealing his hard cock , spat in his palm and started to rub himself.

“looks like we have ourselves an audience darling “ she said referring to him moaning as you your hips into her thrusts “you should go help him out”

“yeah come help me out pretty boy” he moaned making you grumble in playful annoyance before walking over and going to your knees and grabbing his cock before giving it a lick. “ fuck” he whined at the sudden contact and forced his dick down your throat making you gag and moan out of shock and pleasure “ lil baby likes it when people are rough with him huh” he asked teasingly and moved his hand to feel his bulge against your throat. “gonna cum down that pretty throat if you keep up<3” he praised as you started to play with his balls moaning as you could feel boas tip bully it’s way back into your cunt “look at him darling” she whispered in your ear raising your chin so that you could look at the captain . “want him to cum inside this pussy?” she asked as she was about to reach her peak as well “nuh uh only you” you said releasing shanks’s length from your mouth,receiving whines from the man begging you to continue as he later came down your throat and you one again came down your throat. you releasing with a pop before going to kiss him and moaning in your mouth as he could taste himself on you

“shit “ boa muttered as she found a new favorite view

“round two?” shanks asked with a grin as you and boa rolled your eyes before you got situated on his thigh

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece smut #shanks x reader #shanks smut #boa x reader #kinktober #peaktober #boa x reader smut #boa smut #shanks x reader smut #tw.cnc #tw.dubcon #tw.deepthroat #m!sub #transmasc reader #bottom male reader #bottom reader #tw.cuckholding #tw.threesome #tw.throatfucking

[scarletwinterxx]

your beginning and middle and end - mark lee imagine

hello🥺 sooo this one is a bit longer than my usual posts. think of it as a valentine special. i loved writing this one, i hope you like it too🤍

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FEBRUARY 09, 10AM

"That's the fourth date you declined, girl valentines is around the corner" Yun-jin tells you the moment the other guy walked away

"Genuine question, do I need a guy to celebrate it or do I even need to celebrate it?"

"If Valentines has a version of the grinch it would be you"

You laugh at her statement, reading over the small note that was given to you along with a single rose. It was cute, you appreciate the thought but you really didn't want to go out with the dude. You'd rather let them down now than pretend to have fun during a date.

"It's just not my thing" you tell her

"Then what's your thing? Tell me and I will personally look for him"

Looks like luck is on your side because you spot the big clock behind her, your next class about to start.

"Once I know, I'll tell you. I'm gonna be late. Bye" you gather your stuff and rushed out the hall, you can hear her protests making you laugh on your way out.

When you got to your next class, the other students are just arriving. A lot of vacant seats, you choose the one in the middle. You get your notes and laptop out to skim over your notes from the last session.

"Another one?" you hear someone say from behind you making you look up

"Yep, want to read it?" you chuckle, passing the rose over to Mark.

Mark Lee, the boy you sit next to class with. You see him enough around campus to get acquainted. He's friendly, known by many, a poet by heart. And he's also well aware of the failed confessions to you.

The first time you brought a flower to class he didn't say anything, the second time he thought it was from the same person but then the third time it happened right in front of him. He witnessed how you gently turned down the poor lad who was asking you out after handing you a rose.

Mark takes his usual seat beside you before reading the note

"You and Me, on v? huh like Valentines?" he laughs, holding the little card in his hand

"I'd give it a 4 out of 10"

"Ouch, so the lowest one then. I'd say my favorite is still the one about cats" he tells you, passing the rose back to you

Do you like cats? Because I’d like you to take meowt

You remember that one too. You thought it was cringey, but Mark smiled when he read it. You even let him keep the card.

"Do you still have it?" you ask "The card? Oh yea, I drew like little cats all over it. I'm sure it's somewhere in my bag"

"Why? Planning to use it on someone?"

"Yeah right, I think I'd have a bit more game than that" he jokes

"Ha, we'll see about that" you snorted. Missing the way Mark is looking at you with small grin on his face. Trying to be as inconspicuous as he could be.

The two of you might be on good terms but he wouldn't put it past you to reject him too. Since he got to know you, one thing he learned about you is that you're always so sure of yourself. To you, no is a full sentence. You like what you like and say no to what you don't. You're unapologetically you and he likes that.

He's not sure yet whether he likes you or likes you.

"Earth to Mark?" you wave your hand in front of his face, making him break out of his thoughts

"Lost you there, where'd you go" you joke

"Was just thinking about this paper I have due on Tuesday" he says, it's not a total lie. He does have a paper he needs to finish before Valentines day.

"Need help? I have a few works to catch up on too"

"You don't have plans?" he asks, it's like asking if you have a date on Valentines without asking if you have a date on Valentines day.

"Not really no, and if I'm being honest I heard this guy planning to ask about dinner and I'd rather not..."

"Am I... the getaway car?" You chuckle at his question

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but if I could avoid it I would. So library or the cafe near campus?"

He looks at you like he's weighing his options, playfully hitting him on the arm making the guy laugh "Cafe it is, I'll see you there?" he says

"It's a date" you grin at him

FEBRUARY 12, 11AM

"It's not"

"You said she said it was" Jungwoo says, looking at Mark who is currently trying to find something to wear. After that little moment with you, Mark made sure to clear up his schedule for that day. Ofcourse Jungwoo being the nosy bestfriend didn't let it pass without making Mark tell the whole story.

"Also if this wasn't a date, why are you freaking out about what to wear? You're just going to study, are you going to study her?"

Mark throws the hoodie at Jungwoo's face before looking through his closet again, "Maybe it was just a slip of tongue. It's Y/N, she rejects everyone who asks her out" Mark says while his head is buried deep in his closet

Jungwoo rolls his eyes at his bestfriend, Mark swears he doesn't like you like that and yet here he is. He only met you a couple of time, Mark introduced you before when he went to give Mark a book he forgot to bring.

"I can think of something else you want her tongue to slip in" he mumbles, "Shut up, don't talk about her like that" Mark stands up straight, looking at the other guy. Jungwoo holds his hands up, "Sorry"

Mark gives him another glare before getting a hoodie inside his closet, "Whatever, I'll just wear this. Should I bring an extra one just in case?"

"Just in case what? You spill something?" Jungwoo jokes

In case she gets cold, Mark thinks to himself.

"Just cause" Mark grumbles, walking back to his closet to get another hoodie then stuffing it inside his backpack.

"You're going to be late, go have fun at your not a date date"

About an hour after that, Mark is waiting for you at the cafe. He got there first and sent you a quick text. After a few minutes, the door chimed making Mark look up.

And that's when you walk in, a bouquet of blue tulips in your grasp. You look around, quickly spotting Mark. You make your way towards him, Mark stands up to pull the chair out for you. Saying a quick thank you then you set your stuff down.

"Sorry I'm late"

"Nah, I'm just early" he tells you, "You uh the guy caught you?" he jokes, pointing at flowers

"Oh these? No, I got them actually like I bought it this morning. Yun-jin forgot to buy milk so I had to go out this morning then I saw these. Here" then you're handing the flowers over to him

When you notice the confused look on his face, you giggle. This made Mark look more confused at what's happening, "What? No one ever gave you flowers?" you joke

"No, it's suppose to be the other way 'round?" he asks but accepts it nonetheless

You shrug, getting your stuff out

"I don't like flowers, main reason why I always say no to those dudes. I appreciate the effort, I do but it's not my style. But I remember you said these are your favorite during our class introductions, so I got them for you" you smile at him, he smiles back.

"Thanks, no like really thank you" he says, this made you chuckle finding the situation cute.

"Okay, back to business. I do have like three agendas to finish today" you tell him, gesturing at the small stack of papers on the table

"I'll buy you a chocolate cupcake if you finish it all" he offers, your face lighting up at the mention of the sweet treat. Mark also remembers something about you during that class intro.

Actually he remembers everything about you and that day. The professor asked everyone to say their name along with two random facts about themselves.

"Hi everyone my name is Y/N, I love chocolate cupcakes and I can recite the graduation speech from Twilight"

That earned a few laughs from the class, and from him. You really did leave an impression on him. As days, weeks and months passed by the two of you got acquainted.

If someone asks (mainly Jungwoo) Mark when was the exact moment he felt different about you, he can't pinpoint the exact moment. It just sort of happened for him. Maybe from all the small gestures you unknowingly do, or how it's easy to talk to you. You just get him.

"Can you make it two?" tilting your head to the side for effect, making Mark laugh and nod his head "You got it"

A few hours later, and a few cups of coffee the two of you finally finish. Mark actually finished his paper an hour ago but you weren't done with the last module you had to do,

"Are you done? Am I making you wait?" you ask, noticing he stopped doing anything and was just looking at you

"Huh? Oh uh yea, but don't worry about it. I can wait" he tells you with a smile

"You sure? I'm almost done"

"Don't rush it, I'll still buy you the cupcakes" he tells you, you shoot him a smile before going back to work. Meanwhile Mark goes to the front of the store to get you your cupcakes.

You didn't even notice he stood up, focusing on saving the file before sending the final file to your professor.

"And done! Mark?" you look up only to find the seat infront of you empty. You spot him over the counter, choosing to wait and tidy your things in the mean time.

"Hey, you done?" he asks when he got back to your table

"Mhm, finally. Sorry for taking up your whole afternoon"

"No worries, I finished my work too and I enjoyed your company. And as promised, here's your cupcakes" Mark then opens the box, he might as well presented you with a pot of gold with the way you're grinning from ear to ear. Your joy radiating, making him smile too.

"For me?" you asked, he nods his head

"These are the chocolate ones, I got two. The others are their best sellers, then this one I just thought you might like" he points at the cupcake with heart sprinkles on it.

You laugh, getting the box from him "Okay fine, I believe you. You definitely how to make a girl say yes"

He shakes his head, suddenly feeling shy "Believe me I'm not an expert when it comes to girls" he mumbles

"No, but you got this type of vibe about you you know" you tell him, getting one cupcake from the box

"What vibe?"

"You know like someone could've been in love with you for ten years without you knowing, a classic case of unrequited love but not in a mean way you just don't really know. It's the way you see the world, it's always nice, forgiving, full of chances. You see meaning even in little things. You got this boyish charm about you, the kind that girls would pick over their fictional boyfriends. You're better than any guy written by anyone" you tell him not noticing the way he's just staring at you

"I follow you on your socials, it's cute when you take pictures of the moon or the sky. Makes me remember to take a breath and be in the moment every once in a while"

He don't say anything, still processing what you said. He has never heard himself be described that way, atleast not to his face but he doubts anyone can be as eloquent as you.

"Can I ask you something?" he finally finds his voice, you nod at him

"Why do you say no to all the boys who ask you out? besides the cringey one liners and flowers"

You chuckle, "Because I know me. All of them would've just ended one way or another. I know what I want, what I like. I like a guy I can have an actual conversation with from philosophical point of views to something so random. Someone that makes it feel easy to talk and listen to"

"Do you know how hard it is to control my expression when I'm in public? Yun-jin said my face is too judgy" you jokingly add "I'm an open book if you know how to read it exactly, if that makes sense"

"No, I totally get it. You're not complicated or hard to get, they just don't know how to. You deserve more effort than that" he tells you

"See, that's what I'm talking about. If you keep on doing that I'm gonna be the one asking you out" you tease him, the guy across you laughing. Trying to hide his blushing cheeks and fluttering heart.

The two of you talked some more before he offered to walk you home. It's almost sunset when Mark got back to his place,

"And he's back, how was the date?" Jungwoo shouts from somewhere inside. Mark spots him lounging on the couch, taking a seat beside him with the bouquet of flowers on his lap

"You got rejected too?" Jungwoo asks and Mark just shakes head

"Did you forget to give it? Got too shy? I'm pretty sure you're suppose to give it to the girl not take it back home"

"I didn't get it, I mean I got it but I got it from her. She bought me these" Mark clarifies, taking the bouquet to look at it again,

Jungwoo looks back and forth between Mark and the flowers, "Let me get this straight, the girl whose notorious for turning down guys who gives her flowers gave you flowers on your not a date date?"

Mark just stares back at his bestfriend because honestly it doesn't make sense to him too.

"Homegirl got more game than you" Jungwoo says with a chuckle

"She said she remembered I said these were my favorite. I mentioned it once during freshmen orientation week and she remembered"

"Oh my god, he's in love" Jungwoo laughs

"And you know, I gave her cupcakes and she got so happy I actually thought about signing up for baking classes" Mark grumbles, setting the flowers on the coffee table before taking a thrown pillow to bury his face in.

Jungwoo watches his bestfriend realized what he's known for a while now. Mark likes you. He just never said it. It's Mark. He thinks everyone is nice, most time he overlooks the nice gestures of other girls to him thinking it's normal when in reality they were trying to get his attention.

"Oh. This must be serious then. You don't even know how to cook"

"Yeah I know! Like I know I like her, I didn't know I like her." it felt surreal finally admitting it out loud.

"So you do like her? like like her"

"I think?"

"It's a yes or no"

"No, I don't"

"You got him flowers"

Meanwhile back at your dorm, Yun-jin is also interrogating you. You just finished giving her a recap of your day, she was half listening half watching her show when you suddenly mentioned you got flowers for Mark

"Just because I got him flowers don't mean I like him, I just remembered it was his favorite" you shrug, trying to not make a big deal out of it.

"What's my favorite flower?" she asks, you blink back at her coming up with a blank answer

"See! Oh my gosh, my baby girl is growing up" she dramatically hugs you

"Was that weird? That I gave him flowers?"

"No, it's the 21st century. Guys can get flowers too"

"He got me cupcakes too" you mumble, looking at the box on the table.

Yun-jin watches you, smiling to herself. She's with you twenty four seven and she's never seen you like this. There are a few times she's seen you on campus with Mark, you always smile whenever he's around. Choosing not to push further, she gives the topic a rest and changing it to something else

"So what are you doing for valentines? because if you're free I know this dude who's free also-" "Actually Mark and I are hanging out again" you cut her off

"You're spending valentines with Mark?"

"Yea, so uhm actually I'm gonna call it a night. I have classes in the morning, we're meeting again around lunch. Night" then you're making a beeline towards your bedroom.

FEBRUARY 14, 10AM

Come Valentines day. Yun-jin thinks you're out with Mark while the boy is completely unaware he's being mentioned.

Choosing a place you know Yun-jin won't find you, you stayed at the farthest lounge area after class. Most students won't even walk all the way here since it's a long way going back and forth.

Finding a spot to sit on, you spot someone sitting alone on one the benches

"Mark?"

The boy looks up, immediately smiling when he sees it's you

"Hey, you. What are you doing here?" he asks, getting his stuff from the seat beside him to make room for you. Putting your stuff on the table before taking the seat beside him

"I just finished for the day, and currently hiding from Yun-jin"

He chuckles, "Why?"

"She's trying to set me up with a blind date so I pretended I had plans" leaving out the part he was mentioned

"You don't have plans?" he asks, giving himself a pat on the back for not sounding too nervous

You shake your head, "I have something to say though, I might have told her I had plans... with you"

Mark just looks at you, feeling shy under his gaze you look away.

"With me?"

"Yea, sorry. You don't have to stay though if you have plans don't worry about it. Go enjoy your valentines day" you told him a bit too energetic than you intended.

Then he smiles, Mark smiles at you like he's keeping a secret he can't wait to tell.

"What?"

"I don't have plans, I was going to ask if you had plans yesterday but I didn't want to overstep"

"What do you mean? You're just asking" you smile back at him, "Did you think I was going to say no like always? Oh my gosh I swear I'm not as heartless. I wasn't-"

"No no no, of course I didn't think that. I mean I don't think you're heartless" he pauses to collect his thought because right now words are flying out faster than he can think of them.

And if he got one chance at this, he'll make sure to do it right the first time.

Then you start speaking again, surprising Mark once again with your words

"Yun-jin said I smile a lot when I'm with you, now that I think about it I think I do. It's just you're easy to be with, and I feel relaxed like I can talk to you about anything and you listen. It's also so fun to listen to your stories, especially when you get this animated look on your face. And when you laugh before you can even say the joke. Am I rambling, sorry I'm rambling"

He takes your hand, holding it in his. Testing the waters to see how you'll react. When you don't pull away, he gets a card out from his notebook. Then he hands it over to you,

Today we are obliged to be romantic And think of yet another Valentine. We know the rules, and we are both pedantic. Today’s the day we have to be romantic. Our love is old and sure, not new and frantic. You know I’m yours, and I know you are mine. And saying that has made me feel romantic, My dearest love, my darling valentine.

You read the note carefully, a smile slowly forming on your face while Mark watches you. When the thinks you finish it, he speaks up

"I read that, and I thought about you. You're worth more than a one liner, more than a single flower. You deserve poems to be written about you, gardens to walk through with the prettiest flowers"

You playfully hit him, reading the card again before putting it in your bag for safe keeping

"I love it, thank you. Now I feel bad I got you nothing"

"It's okay, I didn't even know I was going to give it to you. I was ready to just hide it in my bag for the rest of time" he admits

"Why? It's so nice though"

"Yea but I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable"

"I appreciate it really. Out of all the notes I received, I'll keep this one"

At that he smiles.

Like how the story began, with one liner notes and a single flower, who knew you'd find a friend and now something more. Mark is someone you didn't expect you'd have something romantic with especially since you're not really looking for it but it makes sense that you'd end up with him. He makes your days brighter, it's like he bring everything that is good into your world.

When you said he's the kind of guy who beats every fictional character, it's true because he gave you something better than a fairytale; a reality worth living in.

And yes spoiler, you do end up with him. The story ends with you and him. Spending all of your valentines together.

end.

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[fanfictionalraven]

Reno

Title: Reno

Summary: The reader and Dean were best friends until one fateful night. Now she needs his help on a particularly difficult case but can they work together?

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer

Word Count: 2,928

Warnings: Angst

Author’s Note: This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published in 2017.

You sigh, running your hands over your face, as you lean back in the chair of yet another dusty, old motel room. A couple of takeout boxes sit next to your laptop on the table, untouched. You weren’t hungry anymore. A fourth victim had just been found.

You had rolled into town two days ago, confident you had a case on your hands. An easy case at that. Three victims, all weird, unexplainable deaths. At the morgue, you’d discovered a hex bag with each of the bodies. So, you returned to your room and settled into your research, trying to connect the dots. You’d spent the last two days retracing every step the three victims had taken but nothing panned out. Every lead you found was a dead end and, because of you, another person was dead.

You grab your phone and quickly find the contact you need. DEAN. Your finger hesitates before you change your mind and scroll back up to BOBBY. You press his name and put the phone to your ear, closing your eyes as it rings. 

“Yea,” Bobby says. You can’t help but smile at the gruff voice on the other end of the line. You had known Bobby Singer for most of your life. He’d been a close friend of your father’s which practically made him your uncle.

“Hey, Bobby,” you say into the phone. You can almost hear the smile in his voice when he answers you.

“Y/N. How’ve you been?” He asks. You sigh and shake your head, knowing he can’t see you but your silence speaks volumes. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve got a case I can’t crack. Need some help,” you tell him. “A witch in Hastings, Nebraska. Should be easy enough but I can’t figure out who it is and someone else just died. I was gonna call Dean but I don’t think he’ll answer.”

“Well…I got him and Sam here now. I’ll send them out your way,” he tells you. You frown slightly, confused.

“Sam? But I thought –”

“Long story, kid. You’re about four hours away right now. Dean can make that in about two and a half,” he says. You thank him and set the phone back down, leaning back in your chair again.

Sam Winchester had died. Bobby had told you himself just a couple months ago. Sam had been like a brother to you and hearing of his death had hit you hard. But you knew it was nothing compared to what Dean was going through. His whole life had been dedicated to making sure his little brother was safe and taken care of. You had tried to call Dean then but all your calls went unanswered. You had been worried but you knew Bobby would keep an eye on him.

Now Sam was alive. You were overjoyed, of course, but a piece of you was anxious. You hoped it had all been a misunderstanding. Sam had never really died. He’d just slipped far enough away that everyone thought he had died. But you knew better. You’d been in the life long enough to know that there are ways. Dean knew these ways and would stop at nothing to get his little brother back.

You sigh again and close your laptop. You had a couple of hours before Sam and Dean would arrive and you were beat. The bed was calling your name loud and clear so you answered, falling face first onto it. Sleep overtakes you quickly, as do the nightmares.

You jolt awake, a few hours later, sitting upright immediately. You squeeze your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath. Just a nightmare. It was just a nightmare. It wasn’t real. 

“Alright there, Y/N?” A voice asks from across the room. Your eyes shoot open and you reach for your gun before freezing as your Y/E/C eyes meet green ones. Eyes you hadn’t seen in years. You swallow hard as your hand slowly withdraws from the gun.

“How the hell did you get in here?” You ask, never tearing your eyes away from him. He shrugs.

“Saw your car outside. Told the man at the desk I was meeting with the girl in room 12 and he gave me a key. You should probably start staying at more reputable places,” he tells you. The two of you stare at each other in silence for another minute before the door opens, drawing your attention. Sam steps in through the door, three cups of coffee and a white bag in his hands. He smiles widely when he sees you awake.

“Hey!!” He says, setting everything down on the table. You jump up from the bed and rush over to him, throwing your arms around him tight. He laughs lightly and returns your embrace, squeezing you slightly. “Haven’t seen you since –,” he stops, thinking, and you let him go, looking up at him.

“Since you left for Stanford,” you say. His face falls slightly and you reach up, putting your hands on his cheeks. You study his face and find it hasn’t changed much over the years. His hair is a little longer and his eyes a little sadder. You let him go then turn for the table, grabbing one of the cups. Sam opens the bag and pulls out a donut, handing it to you.

“Hope you still like jelly,” he says. You smile widely and kiss his cheek.

“God, I’ve missed you, Sam,” you tell him. He laughs as you walk over to the bed. You sit down and start on your breakfast, feeling Dean’s eyes still on you. Sam glances between the two of you as he picks up his own cup.

“When was the last time you two saw each other?” He asks. You open your mouth to answer when Dean cuts you off.

“August 15th, 2005. Reno,” he says. You frown at the memory and look up at him, his eyes boring into yours.

You had met the Winchester family through Bobby when you were about 18 and you and Dean had instantly clicked. It was like you had known each other your entire lives. He quickly became your best friend and you spent the next few years tagging along on hunts with them. As you’d grown older and Sam left for college, the two of you were inseparable. Partners on every hunt you took on and damn good at it too. And then…Reno. You hadn’t seen each other or spoken since.

You blink back tears and look back at your cup of coffee quickly, clearing your throat.

“Right, so, dunno what Bobby told you. Three vics when I got here. Hex bags. I can’t figure out who it is. Fourth victim was found early this morning. I haven’t actually checked out this body yet,” you explain before taking a long drink from your coffee. Sam nods and looks at Dean.

“You two wanna hit the morgue and I’ll see what I can dig up?” He asks. Dean looks at his brother and Sam frowns. “Or…Y/N and I can go to the morgue.” You stand, finishing off your donut, and look at Sam.

“Let me freshen up and change,” you tell him. He nods and watches you walk into the bathroom as Dean stares out the window.

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You and Sam leave the motel in your car. You glance over at him as you drive through the town and he smiles at you.

“I was sorry to hear about John. Bobby told me what happened. I would have called but I didn’t have your number anymore,” you tell him. His smile falls slightly and he shrugs, looking out the window.

“That was a while ago. You adjust,” he says. “You could’ve called Dean.”

“Dean doesn’t answer when I call anymore,” you say, plainly. He looks back over and you feel him watch you, waiting for an explanation. You don’t offer one as you continue to drive in silence.

The two of you get to the morgue and you introduce Sam to the medical examiner as your partner. He takes the lead, asking the same questions you had about all the other victims. The ME gives you a small plastic bag containing the same hex bag you’d retrieved from the other three bodies. You go back out to the car and start towards the fourth victim’s house to speak with her husband. You glance over at Sam as he carefully takes apart the hex bag.

“You’re gonna make me ask, aren’t you?” You ask him. He looks up at you, confusion evident on his face. You sigh and look forward as you drive. “Bobby called a couple months back and told me you were dead, Sam.” You look over at him again and watch his confusion evaporate. Heartache takes its place and you look forward again quickly. “What did he do?” You ask, your voice quiet. Sam hesitates, seeming to debate whether or not he should tell you. “Sam. What did he do?” You ask again.

“Demon deal. He’s got a year. Less than now,” he tells you. You stare dead ahead, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

Of course he made a deal. You’d known deep down he’d done something but hearing the words seemed to take your breath away. Less than a year and he’d be dragged to Hell. Less than a year and the man you – your best – Dean would be gone forever. You tried to picture your world without Dean. Sure the last couple of years you hadn’t had him around, but you’d always known he was alive. You knew that if you decided to, you could find him. This would be completely different.

“What happened in Reno?” Sam asks suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts. You look over at him quickly then shake your head, looking at the road again. “Dean, doesn’t even talk about you anymore. I actually thought you were dead until Bobby mentioned you once.”

“It’s a long story,” you say quietly. You pull the car into the latest victim’s driveway and look up at the house. “Can you…”

“Yea, I’ve got this. Call you when I’m done,” he says before getting out of the car. As soon as he closes the door, you throw the car into reverse and peel out of the driveway. You drive straight back to the motel. You don’t know what you’re going to say or do but you can’t just do nothing.

You kill the engine and climb out of the car. You slam the door, suddenly very angry, as you march up to your room. Fighting the key with trembling hands, you finally manage to get the door open before stepping into the room. You slam that door as well and see Dean jump, exactly where you two had left him that morning. He watches you for a moment before closing the laptop calmly and leaning back.

“A year?” You ask, voice trembling. He shrugs, nonchalant.

“Ten months now,” he says. You shake your head, staring at him. You can feel the lump in your throat rising, bringing with it the tears you didn’t want him to see.

“How could you?” You ask plainly. He shrugs again. Is all he can do shrug??

“I couldn’t do it without Sammy,” he says. “I wouldn’t.”

“And what is he supposed to do?! Did you think about that?! What is watching you get drug to Hell going to do to him?! To Bobby?! T–to me?!” You ask. He lets out a laugh as he pushes way from the table, rising to his feet.

“I think you’ll make it just fine, Sweetheart,” he says, walking over to the mini fridge. You shake your head as you watch him.

“What does that mean?!” You ask. He slams the door to the fridge closed and turns to face you, anger on his face.

“You left me, Y/N. No note. No text. No phone call. I woke up one morning and you were gone,” he says. “I thought someone or something had taken you. Then Bobby calls me, demanding to know what the hell I did to you cause you told him you never wanted to see me again. Do you know what that did to me?!”

“You asked me to marry you, Dean!! What the hell was I supposed to do?!” You ask. He stares at you, bewildered.

“Giving me an answer would have been a damn good place to start. Instead, you sleep with me then run off in the middle of the night,” he says. You shake your head and wipe at your cheeks furiously, the tears finally falling freely.

“We’re hunters. This life is too dangerous to get involved with someone, you know that. That’s why we never crossed that line, Dean. And then suddenly you’re saying that we should get married and I just – we would have regretted it,” you say, looking at him. Immediately, you regret that decision. His heart breaks across his face and he shakes his head, stepping towards you.

“There’s a lot of things I regret in my life, Y/N. But you – you’re not one of them. You never could be,” he says, his voice suddenly soft and tender. He crosses the room and takes your hands in his, gently squeezing them. You watch as he brings your hands up to his lips and kisses your knuckles lightly.

“Dean,” you say, shaking your head. You attempt to pull your hands away but he tightens his grip and pulls you closer to him. He reaches up with one hand and brushes your hair back from your cheek.

“I’ve got 10 months. You gonna make me spend them alone?” He asks, quietly. You close your eyes, his breath washing over your face.

“That’s not fair. I get 10 months with you then I’m left alone. What am I supposed to do then?” You ask, looking back up at him. He runs his thumb over your cheek gently and shrugs.

“Whatever you’ve been doing the last two years,” he tells you. He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours. You reach up, taking his face in your hands. His hands find your waist and he pulls you flush against him. You slide your hands down his neck and to his chest where you grab two fistfuls of his shirt. He leans in, his nose just brushing against yours. 

“I can’t,” you whisper, pushing away from him abruptly. You turn away from him, running your hands over your face. He grabs you by the elbow and spins you back around to face him.

“Stop that! Stop pretending that we meant nothing!” He snaps. You jerk your arm away from him quickly and glare up at him.

“I’m not pretending, Dean! There never was a ‘we’! We were friends! Just friends!” You yell. He stares at you, wide eyed. “I am sorry, Dean. I shouldn’t have left you the way I did. I never meant to hurt you that way.”

“And I never meant to fall in love with you but clearly, we both made mistakes,” he spats, venom in his words. You stare at him then, certain that everything you’re feeling is written on your face. Shock. Dean loves me. Joy. Dean loves me! Heartache. He said it was a mistake. You swallow hard and wipe at your eyes, trying to reign your emotions back in. You look down, staring at the toe of his boots.

“I have never had any feelings for you, Dean,” you tell him. He snorts a laugh and shakes his head. You look back up at him quickly.

“When you can look me in the face and tell me that, I might actually believe it,” he says, walking back across the room to the mini fridge again. He opens it and grabs one of the beer bottles you’d put in there when you first got to the motel. You feel the anger begin to bubble up in your chest again as you watch him smugly take a drink from the bottle.

“How dare you. You’re going to stand there and try and tell me you love me when you’re asking me to do this? To watch you die? How is that love, Dean? That’s just – that’s selfish! If you loved me, you wouldn’t ask me to stay,” you snap. Dean’s face falls slightly, probably realizing you’re right, but you don’t care. You quickly make your way around the room grabbing your clothes and equipment. “I knew calling you was a mistake,” you mumble, shoving a sweater into your bag. You feel a hand on your elbow and you sigh, closing your eyes. “You and Sam can handle this, right?”

“Of course,” he says quietly. You nod and zip your bag up quickly. You throw it over your shoulder and turn, looking up a him. 

“I am sorry,” you tell him. He nods and reaches up, gently placing his hand against your cheek again. 

“Me too,” he says. Instinctively, you turn into his hand, squeezing your eyes closed. You place your hand over his then press a chaste kiss to his palm. 

“Bye, Dean,” you whisper, stepping out of his touch. You turn for the door quickly, not wanting to risk one last glance at him. Struggling to keep it together, you leave the room and get into your car. You throw it into gear and just like that you drive off, leaving the man you loved – your best friend – Dean Winchester, in your past again. 

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Fuck Up

Lo'ak x Nerd Reader

Series Masterlist

Prt 4 of the Fucking The Nerd Series

Summary: it's going great till someone appears at his front step

Warning: none

Yn/3rd person pov

Its been a few months since neteyam left and lo'ak has improved a lot he doesn't fuck other girls, takes me out on dates and cuddles me after sex and lets us watch tv while we recover.

"f-fuck" i panted i riding out my orgasm as lo'ak's hands ran over my body "dam I love how your boobs bounce" he growled out and groaned out as I slowly came to a stop.

Giggling to myself as I lifted myself off of him and planted myself down next to him "I can't believe you have to leave now" he grumbled.

I smiled rolling myself off the bed to get dressed "I have to my brother is coming over for a visit" I murmured slipping on my skirt and clipping on my bra.

"I don't see why he only comes for one day" he huffed and getting up and wrapping his arms around me stopping me from putting my shirt on.

"Come on lo'ak" I giggled squirming in his hold "but I don't want my baby to leave" he chuckled kissing my neck.

"But I have to" I smiled kissing his cheek, he groaned and let me go and put on his sweats as I put on his shirt.

"Come on I'll walk you down stairs" he murmured grabbing his hand and kissed my knuckles and lead me out his room and down the stairs.

"Text me when you get home" he said opening the door and gasping as a beautiful girl stood in the door "oh hi nete" she sung sweetly it made me want to barf.

"I- ari'ek what are y-you doing here" he stuttered letting go of my hand "oh I just came to see my one and only love but whose this" she smiled but it dropped when she turned to me.

"Oh a-ah this, this is yn my a-ah g-girlfriend" he stuttered and ushered me out and only gave me a half assed goodbye before bringing her inside "back to square one".

When I got home I sent him a text saying I got home safe but he left me on read I bit my lip and decided to talk to him after supper.

-time skip-

"Uh.... hey lo'ak your phone keeps going to voice mail and I just wanted to say it hurt my feelings that you kinda just passed me off like that" I murmured.

"I-Im gonna go goodnight" I said before hanging up and stuffing it into my pocket "hey whats up pipesqueak" my brother said as he leaned onto my door frame.

"Nah its nothing it's just some boy troubles" I huffed "while I have an offer for you" I tilted my head his words intriguing me.

"Well if the boy gives you more trouble you can always come stay by me" he murmured and I actually began to think about it "yea I think I might".

-Next day-

I smiled as I walked through the school hallway and as I came close to my locker I saw lo'ak "hi" I smiled and hugged him before before opening up my locker.

"Did you get my text" I asked "oh no I ah ari'ek stayed over last night and had my phone" he murmured "she had your phone" I questioned he hardly ever let me see his phone.

"What did she mean by one and only love" I asked closing my locker "oh we used to date way before us" he bit his lip and tried to change the subject.

Till she popped up and dragged him off using the excuse of not wanting to get lost "fucking bitch" I muttered and stormed off to class.

-Time skip-

"Yn what the fuck" lo'ak yelled as he pulled me to the side of the hall "what" I whispered clenching my books to my chest.

"Why would you hit ari'ek" he muttered I looked at him confused "I didn't" but he didn’t believe me "I can't date a bully" he snapped.

I was taken a back by his out burst "b-but" I didn't know what to say "you know what just leave us alone" he growled and left and down the hall ari'ek was laughing along with kanu.

Tears streamed down my face as I left it was the last day so they didn't care if I left and I went straight home not looking up for anyone.

"H-hey bro I accept your offer"

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Hello!! Mind if I request a lo'ak fluff? Where he visits reader who is a painter and cute stuff happens? Thank you~!! 🩵🩵🩵🩵

All my better days are the ones spent with you.

A/N:Hi alright this is my first request and I hope you like it , since you didn’t say I hope it was okay that it Lo’ak x fem Human! Reader ps: I also looked at your blog and saw you don’t like (Y/N)so I used a nickname for the reader for this on Word count: 1328

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You sat in alcove in what they had deemed high camp , you were crushing different plants to make pain. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of clicking beads as someone walked closer then you heard the familiar voice . “Tiny!... there you are, we've been looking all over for you. You can’t just leave!“ Lo’ak huffed sitting next to you.

You rolled your eyes playfully, turning to look at him “ Lo , I never left, we're still at high camp if you haven’t noticed “ you moved closer to him but continued to crush the plants to make the paint. Lo’ak lifted you without a warning placing between his crossed legs `` What are you doing tiny “ he asked you as you continued your work once you got comfortable. “ what does it look like you skxawng?” You tease him.

He rolled his eyes poking you in the side . “ Fine then, why are you making paint there’s nothing planned for the next few weeks' ' he asked . "It's not war paint Lo, I’m gonna use it to paint something on the walls. I overheard your dad talking to the others about how this space was gonna be a place to teach the kids. an, I thought they’d enjoy it a bit more if it looked like the forest instead of the bland black walls of the cave.” You explain to him well looking up from the bowls.

He smiles at you before moving aside the bowls “ that sounds great , but come on it’s almost evening meal, you can start tomorrow tiny “ . He takes you off his legs before getting up and grabbing your hand leading you away and back to the center of high camp .

The next day you got up early to start your work, since you were a human it was much easier to slip away and nobody would notice. Once you got started you lost track of time . the next thing you knew Lo’ak was standing next to you looking at your work. He opened his mouth to speak but the words got caught in his throat. “ Tiny ….. Did you do this all today? He asked you while looking at the mural. You had painted most of the background, the only thing that was missing was the sky and the mountains. ‘ yea … i just gotta finish the sky and the mountains for the background but i can't reach so i have to find a way to get up there.` you told him as you turned to him. Lo’ak looked like he was thinking , before he got smile on his face. “ I think I can help with that tiny.” Lo’ak moved behind you before grabbing you from behind and place you on his shoulders . “LO’AK!!” you exclaimed quickly grabbing onto his head to keep balance. He chuckled, holding onto your legs . “ what? … is this too high? “ he asked in a teasing tone.

" N-no … it’s perfect but you really gotta give me a warning when you manhandle me” he handed you the paint for the sky and then grabbed the one for the mountains. You both painted in silence until Lo’ak started to tell you about that day's training . You hummed in response when needed but otherwise let him fill the silence. Before you noticed it was almost time for evening meal . you both cleaned up before calling it a night.

That's how the next few days passed, you getting up early slipping away or rushing through your chores. Lo’ak joining you later in the day after his Training or chores. He’d bring food for you both to eat together before helping you or just sitting and keeping you company.

On the fourth day of you guys doing this. Lo’ak had brought you a new pigment to try. ‘ Hey Tiny I got something for you”. He walked up next to you showing you a black pigment . you turned up to look up at him smiling at him “ Lo this is perfect for shading”. You make a motion for him to get to your level, he kneels down facing you so you're both at the same eye level. You leaned forward giving him a kiss on the cheek . you had grabbed the bowl and turned to add the water that you had missed his ears pinning back against his skull and the slight purple tint to his cheeks.

You had turned back towards him grabbing his hand pulling him along with you to show him the process of making shadows to make it 3-D. You gave him the bowl so he could try for himself. Once he had finished what you had told him to do he gave you back the bowl with the black paint. You continued to paint, he stood watching you leaning against the wall laying his hand to support himself. You heard him take a sharp inhale and move away from the wall like it burned him. You quickly tuned to look to see what happened. Lo’ak stood there looking at his hand before looking down at the floor his ears pinned back and his tail slowly wiping around. You saw the hand covered in black paint and instantly knew what had happened. You walked over to the paints and dipped your hand in white paint. Walking over to the mural you placed your hand right within the large five fingered hand print making one of you own within it. He looked up as he saw you moved forward ready to apologize for having ruined your work. You turned back to look at him smiling. “ There I think it looks much better, don’t you think?” you ask him. He looked kinda shocked at you, his ears stood up again and his tail stopped moving instead curling around his leg. “ Y-yea it does “ he answered slowly, still a bit unsure of your reaction.

You put the paint bowl down “ come on let's clean up and we can finish up tomorrow” you both went to wash off the paint. He stopped you from leaving “ you wanna go flying for a bit since we finished early today” he asked looking down at you. You nodded, slipping your hand into his.

The next day you had woken up alongside the first rays of light. You had quickly done your chores around the lab. making your way to the out alcove you were shocked to find Lo’ak already waiting for you since he always showed up after midday. You smile at him “ somebody’s early “ you tease him gently “ yea, well since we're almost done i thought i’d show up early today …. Come on Tiny daylights a wasting” you both spend the day adding finishing touches when you were almost done you got a lsat minute idea. “ Lo’ak ? … you think you can give me a boost again” you asked looking up at him . he nodded gently before picking you up and placing you on his shoulders like the first day. You added an ikran to the sky of the mural you lent too much to the side, suddenly losing your balance. Letting out a squeak as you feel yourself falling Lo’ak moves as well try to keep balance cussing you both to fall into all the dirty paint bowls. You wipe the paint away from your eyes turning to Lo’ak you see he's covered in paint to trying to clean some off his tongue. You couldn't help yourself and just started to laugh . Lo”ak looked down at you hearing you laugh also made him laugh as well “ we look like Ikrans “ he huffed out before he got himself up and then pulled you up as well. "We should go bathe, “ you tell him, wiping more paint away from your face. He grabbed your hand “ yea , but one thing first.” he kneeled down so you were eye level once again and gently grabbed your cheek. He moved in cloning the space between you pressing his lips to yours.

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Adventure 10 - Filling the void

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Michelle texted me to ask if I was interested to bang again. Of course I am and we met up the next day at her place.

I thought was gonna be her and her husband again. But I was wrong. Turns out its just her. Husband is on a business trip. So it was just me and her.

Here is a pic she sent me when she asked me to come over. Face cropped out for obvious reasons.

When I entered the house, she was in a dress without the jacket. For a women her age, I would not imagine her dressing like that. But I like what she was wearing. She pulled me led me a different room from the previous time we banged.

However, this time she did not ask me to shower first and instead bent over to reveal her already wet pussy asking me to fuck her there and then.

I undid my pants, we up and put my already hard dick at her pussy opening. My head was rubbing along the opening as I coated it with her wet juices. She was all ready to feel my dick in her.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head towards me.

"Not so fast. You have to earn it." I whispered in her ear.

"Yes da.." before she could finish, dragged her to the floor and walked her to one of the chairs in the room by pulling on her hairs. She crawled along the floor on all 4s. I sat on the chair and she got to work.

On her knees, she stuck her head down my shaft and tried to take in as much as possible with out gagging. The layer of saliva coating my dick got thicker and thicker. She went up and down for a good 5mins. Without warning, I would hold her head down when she wants to come up for air and gag her till she is on the brink of fainting. Her tapping my thighs and begging to be let go with hers rolled back made me even harder.

Once I felt it was wet enough, I got up and walked to the bed. As an obedient bitch, she crawled behind me. I gestured for her to get on the bed and she did as commanded. She got on the bed and stuck her ass up. Using her 2 hands, she spread her pussy open ready to welcome my dick.

I spanked her ass a few times and while she was moaning about the ass spanking, I thrusted my dick into her pussy and she screamed.

"Fk daddy just like that, uhghhh", I yanked on her hair to pull her head back.

"Yea? how much do you like it?"

"More than my husband's. I wish i could fuck you dick all day"

"Older women sure know how to talk"

Sure enough, as she was mentioning her husband, her husband called. Turns out its morning time wherever he was and they video called everyday when he wakes up. I was like just video call with me in it, Im sure he does not mind since he knows me. But she told me that he is only with her fucking others when he is around and gets super pissed when she does it without him.

Honestly I was ready to stop. But i continued so i can write this HAHA.

So she laid in missionary position so I could fuck her behind the phone as she picked up the call. Once she pick up the call, they started chatting about their day and what they were doing. I on the other hand was slowly sticking my dick back in her pussy.

I tried my best to fuck her with no movement but she had a hard time keeping her face straight. At some point, the husband seem to notice something was not right and asked her if she was okay. Michelle said she was actually in the mids of masturbating when he called and just wanted to do both at once.

To my surprise, the husband said "let's do it together then". Michelle was a pro and started giving jerk off instructions to her husband on the phone. I took this chance to fuck her hard as usual. She moaned louder and louder as I continued fucking her.

3 minutes in and her husband announced that he was about to cum. Coincidentally, I was also on the edge.

"I want every drip on me. Spray it on me. I want you seeds all over my body daddy"

At this point I am not sure who is she talking to. But to my surprise, she hung up on her husband and told me to cum in her mouth. I did just that and shot everything in her mouth. It was a rather big load as I had not been jerking off for awhile. Her mouth was filled with my juices and she swallowed every last drop of it, even sucking the last few droplets that were leaking out.

Moments after that, her husband called back. She picked up and gave the excuse that she accidentally clicked hang up. If it were not for the bad resolution on the video call, he might be able to see the small cum droplets on the side of her mouth hahaha.

I got dressed and left to catch my last bus home.

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Built For Love Part 1 (MBJ x Famous Black OC)

A/N: So this is the official series for MBJ x Charlotte (Famous Black OC) - this will include random moments in their relationship to see how they got to where they are… and I'll do random one-shots like I've been doing in between. Hope you enjoy :)

Word count: 3k

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“Aye yo, Els! Charlotte!” 

Charlotte whipped around as she walked toward her car on set, finding Michael jogging up to her. The neutral expression on her face curled into a bright smile as he approached her. 

“Did you just call me Els?” She raised her eyebrow. She really only went by one nickname in her life: Charlie and that was reserved for family and friends. She certainly never went by her dreaded middle name, Elsbeth. She despised it, a gift from her absentee mother - whoever met a black girl named Elsbeth? Or any girl for that matter? 

“Yea… your middle name is Elsbeth right? Els for short?” 

She chuckled. “How’d you know that though? And what if I don’t like nicknames?” 

He shrugged and winked at her, causing her to blush a bit. “I’d never reveal my sources. And well… I figured you might make an exception for me?” 

Despite the look of faux annoyance on her face, she could not deny that the nickname had a certain allure on his lips. Well… a lot of things did if you asked her. 

She laughed, playing along with their flirtatious banter for a moment. “Yea… maybe. I might need some more convincing though, Mr. Jordan.” 

“Well let me start now. Let me take you to dinner? A congrats on finishing a long week on set.” 

Charlotte immediately shook her head, laughing nervously. “Thank you but I probably shouldn’t? Need to head home and start reviewing my lines for next week a-and everything.”

She actually did not have many lines to review at all. However, as luck should have it, she and Michael would be filming their intimate scene during the next week. And though Charlotte did not want to show it, it made her anxiety skyrocket. So her vision for the evening was to merely sit at home with a glass of wine and wallow in her anxieties about the upcoming week. But she could not tell Michael that. 

She also would not hate the time to just decompress. Though she had been acting since she graduated from Juilliard, somehow this terrain felt different and more exhausting. She had only done her first tv role a few months before signing on to play Bianca. 

He shook his head. “Come onnnn… You’re gonna be great next week and every day. You’re a natural. You gotta eat dinner right? And I won’t keep you out too late. Promise.”

She wrestled with her internal debate for a few moments. Common sense said she should say no. However, the side of her that was drawn to Michael like a moth to a flame, the side she did not quite understand, was much louder. 

“Fineeeeee… but only because I’m starving,” she added with a playful wink. 

A bright boyish grin took over his features as he led her to his car. Their car ride was filled with lively conversation as they recapped the day on set. She had only known Michael for a few months, had only spent considerable time with him in the last two weeks but something about him put her at ease with every conversation. Since their chemistry test, their banter was effortless and, she will admit, flirtatious but she did not think anything of the latter. Ryan told her that her co-star was a charmer… on screen and off. So she assumed that was just par for the course with him and nothing more. Her character was meant to fall in love with his but she knew they could not. 

But still, it did not stop them from gravitating toward each other all day on set or hanging out in each other’ trailers. Though theirs could never step outside of the bounds of friendship, Charlotte appreciated his commitment to developing a relationship with her outside of their characters. She felt it made their chemistry on screen even stronger. 

Soon, she found herself sitting across from Michael at a back corner booth of a steakhouse. It was late so there were few patrons in the space besides them, allowing both of them to feel more at ease about being in public. Charlotte knew no one would recognize her but Michael had been acting since he was a kid. And last thing she needed was rumors on the internet about them tomorrow. 

“So you've seen me work for a couple weeks, it's my first movie - got any tips for me, super star?” She asked after the waiter dropped off their drinks and took their order. 

He scoffed playfully. “As if you need tips from me.” 

“Why’d you say that?” 

He shrugged, taking a sip of his whisky neat. “You’re almost too good. I've been tryin’ to keep up with you.” 

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she waved her hand to dismiss his compliment. 

He shook his head. “Nah… haven’t found another girl like you out here.” 

Charlotte looked away from him, his smolder overwhelming. She let out a nervous chuckle before leaving his statement to linger without a response. This is always were the she lost her nerve. Occasionally, he would utter something that made her think their banter was more intentional than she originally assumed. However, she never had the nerve to press it and see if that were true. There was not a world in which someone like him wanted to be with her. And she did not believe in setting herself up for rejection. 

Instead, she simply shook her head and offered him a small grin. “I imagine there are plenty of girls better than me out there.” 

Michael sighed. “I doubt it. So did you always want to act or?” 

Charlotte nodded and sat up a bit straighter, leaning on the table as she spoke. Michael could not help how her face lit up slightly when asked about her work. 

“Y-yea, ever since I saw Audra McDonald in Ragtime when I was younger… My family will tell you I had a flair for the dramatic longggg before then and I did school plays and stuff like that throughout middle and high school. But that was the moment that made me see it as a career, you know? A real possibility for my life. Went to Julliard and then started working on Broadway. I thought I’d do that for the rest of my life… you know musicals and plays. I wanted to be just like her.” Michael noticed how the ghost of a smile on her face as she remembered a past life turned into a frown, her eyes filling with longing and sorrow. “Life just took some unexpected turns when I… h-had to leave New York and move to LA so I switched to tv and movies but acting was always the plan.” 

Michael nodded along as she spoke, quietly noticing her chose of hers. “Had to leave New York,” as if something forced her out. He made a mental note to find out the true story behind that one of these days. 

She paused. “That or owning an ice cream shop.” 

He let out a hearty laugh as her last statement caught him off guard. “An ice cream shop was your back up plan?” 

“Of course. 1. There’s always a market - who doesn’t love ice cream? 2. No one is ever angry in an ice cream shop because it’s amazing. Perfect job honestly.” 

“Can’t argue with that logic. What’s your dream role?” 

“Elphaba… from Wicked,” she answered immediately. For her, there was no other role. “It won’t get me a Tony,” she admitted. “But it’s always been the dream.” 

“Why?” 

“I dunno… the character herself is perfectly written. So layered. And her songs are perfection. That show is a true masterpiece and it’s one of the biggest shows in the world.” She shrugged. “Unfortunately… under that green skin, the actresses don’t look like me. But that just makes me want it more.” She glanced up at him and noticed the way he was staring at her, immediately feeling self-conscious. She coughed and sat back. “S-sorry… here I am just going on and on about myself.” 

“Nah, nah you good. I asked and I like hearing about you.”

She raised her eyebrow in suspicion. “Really?” 

“Yea… what? You don’t like to talk about yourself?” 

“Ehh, nah, not really. Don’t want to bore you.” 

“I don’t think that’s a word I’d ever use to describe you.” 

Charlotte blushed, her nervousness forcing her eyes away from him and onto a painting across the dim dining room. She did not understand how or why he had this effect on her. But whatever he was doing, she did not want him to stop. 

“How’d you feel after today?” He asked, referencing their scene choreography session from earlier. "Ready for next week? I know those scenes are fucking awkward as hell.” 

“Ummm… y-yea yea totally ready,” she muttered, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth and bit in to it lightly. 

“You nervous?” 

How did he fucking know that?

“What? No, why’d you say that?” 

He leaned forward, a curious expression painted on his face that Charlotte hated that she could not read. “You bite your lip when you’re nervous… o-or anxious I think? You were doing it when we met for our chemistry test… and on the first day of our table read. Right before our scenes all week. Today during our session.”

Charlotte tensed slightly, curious of how he noticed such a subtle tick, something that she thought she was doing a better job of hiding it from everyone. Her eyes fell from his to the table, frustration coursing through her at her own emotions, emotions she wished she had better control over. 

“You are hella observant,” she muttered under her breath as she fiddled with her napkin.

“I’m your scene partner… my job is to know you. And aint shit to be ashamed of. I get anxious too… a lot,” he admitted. 

“Really? You’ve been acting your whole life.” 

He chuckled, his finger drawing patterns in the condensation of his glass. “Yea and shit is still hard. I still doubt myself… still get nervous and shit that I won’t do well o-or will let people down. It helps to talk about it though.” He eyed her for a moment and then asked, “So what makes you nervous about it?” 

Charlotte studied him for a moment, her brain churning to figure out if she wanted to share her deep anxieties with him. It had been so long since she had been vulnerable with someone or confined about her anxieties with someone. She always feared their judgement and pity. And even though she did not know Michael that well, for some reason, she feared his judgement and pity more than anyone else. She could not understand why it mattered so much to her but she wanted him to see her as strong and assured, everything she was not really but tried to put on for the world. She wanted him to like the facade because who she really was did not seem worth his time. 

However, the part of her that craved vulnerability and a safe place to land freed and propelled the words from their cage in the depths of her soul. Something about him felt… safe. And in that moment, the feeling of safety with him felt like relaxing in the warmth of the sun. She wanted to lean into it, not run away from it. Even if it was only between two friends, she craved it and just could not turn away a rare bit of warmth in her cold life. 

“Well…” she chuckled nervously. “I feel so fuckin’ lame saying this but… I’ve never done a sex scene before? A-and I g-guess I just feel more self-conscious than I should. I know it’s just like every other scene but it’s so intimate and,” she shrugged. “A-and there’s shit from the past coming back u-“ she turned and stopped herself, she was getting too real with him now. “I d-dunno. A-and I’m just self conscious about the amount of people who’ll be watching? Like that’s so weird, right? I-I just feel like I'm gonna look stupid. Saying it out loud makes me feel really dumb.” 

He chuckled, ‘Nah it’s not dumb and honestly, this shit is awkward as fuck. We just met two months ago and even though its hella choreographed, there’s a level of trust and intimacy we have to share to sell it. So I think if you’ve never done that shit before, it’s more daunting than people would think.” 

“Thanks for not making me feel stupid about it. That does make me feel better.” 

“Never. Look, my job is also to make you feel as comfortable and safe as you can be in every scene but especially this one. We are gonna be as close as two coworkers can be, I wanna make sure you’re straight. So let me know what you need and I gotchu. I want you to trust me.”  

She smiled over the rim of her glass. 

“I do… trust you,” she responded definitively. And she was surprised at how deeply she felt that in her soul. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” 

***

“Cheers!” Michael offered as he and Charlotte clinked their wine glasses together, a half-empty bottle of red wine sitting on the coffee table of his living room. 

“What are we cheering too?” She asked as she took a sip of her wine. 

He shrugged. “I dunno… to movie set firsts? To finishing one of our hardest scenes?” 

“I like the sound of both of those! Cheers.” She took another sip before sitting her glass down and leaning back, her hand running through her faux locs she had installed for her character. “Thank you for today by the way. You made it super light a-and fun, shockingly.” 

He twisted his face up in faux offense. “Shockingly?? Ouch. I thought every moment with me was fun?” 

“You aight,” she winked at him before grabbing the bottle to refill her glass. “I was actually surprised at how few folks were on set also. The way Ryan talked when we first went over it, it seemed like the whole crew would be there.” 

At Michael’s silence, she eyed him suspiciously as he nodded and glanced off to the side, scratching the nape of his neck. 

“You know something about that?? Tell me!” 

“Alright fine, I wasn’t gonna tell you but I ain’t gon’ lie to you either. When you said you were nervous about people watching, I texted Ryan and asked him to close the set. I didn’t tell him you asked o-or were anxious about it,” he clarified as he watched the heat rise in her cheeks from embarrassment. “I j-just reminded him that it was your first time on a movie set a-and we shouldn’t assume you’ve done a scene like that before. I hope that’s ok? I’m sorry if I overstepped. Just wanted you to feel more comfortable.” 

Charlotte tilted her head as she studied him for a moment. Part of her thought she should be mad at him for making requests on her behalf but she wasn’t? She found the action maddeningly kind and endearing if anything. That he took her words to heart and actually tried to help her be more comfortable. That he was silently working behind the scenes to make her feel safe.

Michael took her silence for anger. “You’re upset. I’m sorry, Charlotte. I over-“ 

“N-no. Don’t apologize!” She let out a breathy chuckle before adding. “I’m not upset. It just…that just might be the sweetest thing a fellow actor has ever done for me.” She leaned over and squeezed his hand, the heat from his body warming her hand. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” 

He turned his hand over in hers and squeezed back, offering her a nod and smile. Charlotte’s eyes fell from his down to their connected fingers, heat rising in her at the simple touch. She felt it every time, even among the most innocent of touches, pure desire and electricity. Her mind drifted back to feeling his hands on her body earlier that day. The palms of his hands was rough and callous but today proved that his touch was anything but. It was strong and gentle. And she knew it was wrong but she left set today craving more of it, yearning for more of him.

Something in her snapped back to reality, forcing her to rip her hand from his quickly. She cleared her throat and busied herself with her glass of wine. 

“A-anytime,” he offered quietly, seeming equally as frazzled by their touch as she was. 

“I-I should head back to my apartment,” she whispered, deciding it was best to remove herself from his presence before she drank anymore wine and lost anymore of her sensibilities, which felt as if they were hanging on by a thread as it was. “T-Thanks for the wine.” 

“I’ll walk you out.” He stood and stretched lightly before walking her to his door. 

She slid on her shoes as he grabbed her coat from his closet. 

“Thank you again for today, seriously. You are the best scene partner a girl could ask for.” 

He closed the gap between them and wrapped her in a tight welcomed hug. Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as his hugged around her waist. She knew this was the exact type of touching she was leaving to avoid. But for the briefest moment, she remembered what it was like to have intimacy with someone else, to feel secure and whole in their arms. 

They both lingered in their soft touches for longer than they should have. Charlotte let out a content sigh as he rubbed soothing circles on her back and held her, her forehead falling gently against his chest. 

She was the first to break their sweet, hidden moment, the high tide of longing in her building to places too strong to be contained. She couldn’t allow herself to fall any deeper into this - whatever it was - for a million different reasons. He would never reciprocate it and she would never deserve it if he did. Why bait misery? 

She lifted her head from his chest to stare at him, his grip around her body didn’t loosen or move. They just stared at each other. Before Charlotte could say a word, his lips were on hers. She didn’t return it at first, her whole body paralyzed from shock. But it only took a few seconds for her to return it fervently. 

There was a small arch in her back as their mouths explored each other for the first time. She could feel a cloud of desperation and need settling around them. She had kissed him before, however, this - without the mechanics of acting guiding them - felt entirely different. This was pure bliss, his lips casting a fog over her brain that stopped the formation of any thought unrelated to the man in front of her. His tongue danced with hers as they moaned lightly into each other’s mouths. She never wanted this moment to end. 

But it did. He leaned back briefly, a need for air overcoming his desire to consume the woman in front of him. He wanted all of her for the rest of his life. Michael had kissed many women in his life but none had ever felt like that before. He had tried his hardest to keep his feelings at bay, to give her space and not push. When he realized he wanted to pursue a real relationship with Charlotte, he vowed to wait until filming concluded so she would not feel obligated or pressured to date him. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her. And some moments, he felt it so strongly and in others, he felt her pull away from him, causing him to doubt himself.

But the more moments he spent with the woman in his arms, the harder it was to keep those feelings at bay. Every moment with her was kindling to this fire and tonight was proof that it would only grow out of control if they did not finally choose to acknowledge that it was there.

With the brief reprieve to catch her breath, Charlotte’s desires quickly faded into embarrassment. 

What the fuck did you just do?

“U-um I’m sorry, s-so sorry, Michael,” she whispered as she took a step back from him, his arms releasing her from his web. She avoided his eyes as she grabbed her coat from the floor where it fell. Suddenly, the plain white walls of the front hallway in his temporary apartment seemed far more interesting than the shell-shocked man in front of her. “D-don’t know what came over me. I-I should go.” 

She quickly walked around his body and out the door, leaving him paralyzed and confused in his doorway. And by the time he regained his wits about him, she was gone. 

Charlotte slid into her car and let her head fall onto her steering wheel with a wave of shame and embarrassment. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Charlie??” She whispered to herself while one silent question oscillated through her mind: Why couldn’t things ever be easy? 

Part 2

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[maxsimagination]

𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 - 𝗺.𝗳𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗲𝗿

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we had done it. we were through to the quarter finals. the crowd went wild as the full time whistle was blown. everyone was on their feet, cheering and clapping as we all ran together, celebrating with each other the achievement we just accomplished. by now the whole team was back in the changing rooms, and it was a party.

i was stood next to mary, we were like best friends to the team but no one knew how close we actually were.

we had met in the under 20s, when we were around 15, and started dating when we were 16. that was four years ago now, and we both turned 20 in the last couple of months. i was ecstatic when i was called up, it was my debut for the national team on a world stage.

mary had already gotten the call a few days before me and she was just as happy. we had made it through all of the group stages, having just won the last one against denmark.

the next game was the quarter finals against france. we had a week until that kicked off so the team was heading back to the hotel for the night. it was almost a party on the bus back, but when we got inside everyone looked drained and headed to their own rooms.

i went to mine, had a shower and waited until the hallway was clear before sneaking into mary's room. she was already waiting for me, and i ran into her arms.

"why don't we just tell them?" we were lying on the bed now, just enjoying each others' company, but my mind had wandered elsewhere. "tell who? the team?" "yea." she paused for a second.

"i'm not sure. why are we keeping it secret?"

"we just wanted privacy. no media." a comfortable silence fell over us again and we ended up falling asleep together on her bed.

a knocking on mary's door woke me up and i realised where i was. "mary, wake up or i'm coming in!" i could hear alanna on the other side threatening to come in. "maz wake up!" i whispered to my sleeping partner, shaking her a bit to wake her up.

"what? i'm up, i'm up!"

i clamp my hand over her mouth so alanna doesn't hear. "lani is at your door, she's gonna come in, i need to hide." mary sobered up immediately and directed me to the bed while she called out to lani and said she's coming.

i slipped under the hotel bed, such a cliche place for me to hide but it would have to do. "have you seen y/n?" i could here lani ask mary. "she's not responding to me knocking on her door and i can't find her anywhere else." whoops. i hoped mary would keep her composure and pretend she hadn't seen me.

"i haven't seen her at all today, maybe she's out getting breakfast or something?" i breathed out a silent sigh of relief as lani thanked mary and left.

i crawled out from under her bed and shook myself off. "you should probably get back to your own room before lani figure out i sent her astray." i looked up at mary to see her smirking at me. "shut up maz, i'm going." i kisses her on the cheek, grabbed my things i had left from last night and slipped out the door.

——

a week had gone by and now we were playing in the quarters against france. i was bouncing off the walls with nerves, and the team could tell. we all lined up in the tunnel, parallel with the french players. i forced myself not to look at them, ignore them and focus on myself. we all walked out onto the field, the crowd was enormous, almost 80 thousand people.

everyone got into positions, we were all somewhat nervous but sam assured us that we could do it. we could get further than we ever had before. she was on the bench to start with so steph had the captains armband. the ref and touch judges were all on the middle with the ball, steph walking forward to stand with them, opposite french captain wendie renard.

we had possession first, the touches went off the field and the ref blew her whistle. we were off.

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it was half time and neither team had scored, it was nil all. tony was nervous, he was trying not to show it but you could tell. we all ran back on, starting the second half. the french were tough to break, they had an attack to match our own and they fought tooth and nail. i was growing tired of the back and forth between us and they got more agitated that they hadn't scored yet.

tony was getting frustrated so he subbed sam on for the first time that game. she immediately got her feet on the ball and had a shot at goal, but couldn't quite make it. we kept playing on but eventually the ref called the full time whistle. my head whipped to the clock to see that it had been the full 90 minutes.

it felt like just a couple of minutes ago we were running back out here for the second half.

it went into extra time, both of the fifteen minute halves were unsuccessful for both teams. this meant the last resort was penalty shootouts. it was caitlin foord that took our first shot, scoring us 1-0. it was a high-stress moment and we keep going, back and forth, until it came down to me to score the last goal. i stood in front the ball, lining up where i would kick it.

i took steps back, a deep breath then ran up and booted it into the back of the net.

the crowd in the stadium erupted in cheers and i turned to run back to my team. we had made it to the semi finals! mary was the first to reach me and picked me up, spinning me around and smashing her lips to mine. i didn't have a second thought and returned the favour. i think the whole team stopped when they saw and everyone was confused.

they still crashed into us and everyone was cheering but when we broke apart, alanna pulled me over. "since when? you and mary?"

i just laughed. "surprise. it's been four years." lani's face dropped, she was shocked. "how did we not know?" i could hear the screech in her voice over the cheers of the crowd, but only shrugged at her astonished face.

"you guys clearly aren't as observant as you think."

i cheekily grinned and ran away from her as she yelled out and ran after me. i caught up with mary after escaping lani and she was ecstatic that we had won, and could finally be together in the open. "what did you tell her?" she referenced lani's interrogation.

"i told her 'surprise'."

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[charlotte3eee]

Something cute with Kylian where he’s at training and reader texts him to let him know she’s sick and can’t sleep so he gets out of training and comes back home to find her in bed all tired so he asks her if she wanted to have her back tickled so he tickles her back until she falls asleep🤍

pairing : kylian mbappe x female reader

Sick day

summary : y/n wakes up not feeling the best, when her boyfriend kylian mbappe comes to the rescue.

warning : vomiting?

a/n : so happy that i’m getting all new requests keep ‘em coming! i actually kinda proof read it and damn, it makes a difference. when i tell you i bawled over nothing 😭 half of this story got deleted and i couldn’t get it bcak do i had to re write it but it took me FOREVER because i couldn’t sit still or whatever and write anyways enjoy!!!!

I turn to my left to feel for Kylian who is usually snuggled in bed right next to me. I groan feeling nothing. I sit up to look around the room when all of a sudden I feel a pit coming up my throat.

I ripped the covers off of me and run to the bathroom. I knelt at the toilet where I started throwing up. With my left hand on the toilet, I used my right, to put my hair up in a mischief ponytail.

“Only if Kylian was here,” I say in between my continuous puking. He would always help me during these times, being there holding my hair, rubbing my back telling me it was all gonna be alright.

He would carry me back into bed bridal style, tuck me in with a heating pad on my belly, and get me anything I needed. Unfortunately he wasn’t here to do that. After I feel like im settled, I get up flush the toilet and walk over to the sink.

I pick up my toothbrush and add a fat glob of toothpaste and begin brushing. Once finished cleaning my teeth, I grab the empty cup next to my sink fill it up with water and rinse my mouth.

After being so focused on my stomach pain, I hadn’t realized my screaming headache. Back into our bedroom, I grab the doorknob to head to the kitchen. After what felt like a long walk down the hall I made it. I dug through the medicine cabinet to find some painkillers.

I eventually found some Advil, I opened the lid and grabbed two capsules. Walking over to the fridge I found some Gatorade. I threw the Advil in my mouth and took a tiny sip of the Gatorade to down it with. Being careful not to drink too much liquid to avoid throwing up again.

I grab the Gatorade and head back down to the bedroom. I set the bottle down and pick up my phone still on the charger. I rub my eyes reading the clock. “Only 8:14?” I say. “That means Kylian only left a few minutes ago.” Every other day Kylian had training from 8:00 - 10:30.

I sigh placing my phone back down on the nightstand. “I’m so tired,” I say to myself. I decide to take a nap knowing this most definitely will make me feel better. I move the covers away and grab a throw blanket.

All this running around made me hot. I turn to my left side and grab one of Kylian's pillows to prop my head up. I also grab my teddy bear Kylian brought me on our first date. Kylian told me this is what I can snuggle with if I miss him, or need something that just smells like him. I adjust myself one more time before shutting my eyes.

“Ugh, what the fuck!” It has felt like an eternity lying down in this bed. No matter what position I was in or how many times I moved the pillow, there was no way I was falling back asleep.

I honestly don’t know why I seriously could not fall back asleep but it was getting to me. Still facing Kylians side I turn over groaning picking my phone up. 9:31, I slap my hand over my forehead. “I’ve been laying here for 45 minutes exactly!” I say.

You know that feeling when you’re in bed tired, thinking you can fall asleep but can’t? Yea, that’s this feeling and it’s the worst. Having no other option you opened your phone and texted the only person who could help you.

Y/n: hi my baby I feel so terrible, I threw up a few times and can't fall back asleep. can u pls come home and snuggle me? :(

After sending the text, you slam your phone back down and slither under the blanket and covers. Hoping Kylian would show up and snuggle you back to sleep.

At Camp des Loges all the players were in the gym, Kylian was on the exercise bike chatting away with Marquinhos until he felt a buzz coming from his phone. He opened his phone and looked at the message. “Ugh my poor baby,” Kylian said to himself.

Kylian said goodbye to Marquinhos and grabbed his duffel bag. He changed back into his clothes and called his driver. He spoke to his coach letting him know he has to leave early and was on his way. In the car, Kylian sent a few messages back.

Kylian: my poor angel 🙁

Kylian: I’m on my way baby ❤️

Kylian: bébé are you ok 🥺?

You not replying back to his messages, scared him to death. Kylian felt like he had this responsibility to always take care of you.

Whenever you needed to cry into someone’s arms it would be his. If you needed someone’s advice or just to talk to someone, it would be him. Or if you are hurt or sick. But what made your relationship so much better wasn’t just him doing it. You were the total same back. After the World Cup, he was a total mess, but you would always be there for him or whatever he needed.

Opening the front door kylian kicked off his shoes, placed down his duffel bag and a bag full of crackers, Gatorade, Dayquil, Nightquil, etc. He slowly made his way down the hall. “Amour?” he said when opened your bedroom door.

You felt like you couldn’t move you were so tired, you moaned and groaned reaching your arms out for him. He immediately walked over to your side and felt your head. “Baby you're super hot!” he said in a worried tone. He ran to get a wet cloth to put on your head.

He went for his side of the bed and hopped in behind you. “Baby girl, do you want me to tickle your back?” “I know how much-.” He didn’t get to finish his sentence before you interrupted. “God yes please baby.” He lifted your oversized shirt and threw it somewhere on the ground. Now leaving you in your panties.

He slowly made gentle tickles on your back. You moaned in relief feeling a wave of stress, sickness leave your body. Kylian continued to tickle your smooth back, you finally were able to catch some 💤 . This made him a little worried at first when you didn’t respond.

“Does it feel good baby girl?” He whispered. hearing no answer he slowly looked over to your face seeing you were sound asleep. Kylians feeling prouder than ever kissed your shoulder and moved up closer to you sneaking an arm around your waist. Kylian and you now getting the nap you both deserved.

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[sethsclearwater]

request: “Poly paul and Seth with pregnant reader who suddenly gets the urge to so small home Reno's because she's so restless 😅Protective boys coming out pls”

warnings: none

word count: 1.69k

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“absolutely not-” paul started, quickly coming to pick you up off the counter you were currently kneeling on as you attempted to reorganize the glasses inside, “you’re gonna hurt yourself doing that.” he added, setting you down and running his hands over your very pregnant belly.

“i’m pregnant, not dying paul.” you rolled your eyes as seth came over, pressing a quick kiss to the crown of your head, “tell him seth-” you encouraged your other boyfriend who just shrugged and you huffed, crossing your arms over your belly.

seth squeezed behind you to get a better look at the cabinet you were currently reorganizing, “why don’t you sit down and i can organize it, yea?” he suggested and you sighed, nodding as paul guided you over to one of the chairs at the kitchen table, helping you sit down. 

you shot paul a look who just laughed at you, sitting down in the seat next to you, “you still need to clean behind the oven. i want that done before he gets here.” you added, side-eyeing him as he groaned, clearly not even remotely interested in cleaning. 

“if you don’t do it i will. we’ve got a lot of stuff to do. i also want to paint the cabinets, that paint is chipping and it’s gonna bother me if it’s not done before he gets here.” you explained and paul sighed, nodding as he got up and ran his fingers through his hair. 

“i got it, i got it.” he muttered as he headed into the laundry room to grab the cleaning supplies to clean behind the oven. you sighed happily, resting your hands over the baby bump as he gave a kick against your palm. 

seth quickly finished organizing the glasses, the two of you typically seeing a bit more eye-to-eye than you and the oldest member of your trio when it came to decorating, “better?” seth asked softly, coming over to crouch in front of you and press his hands to your baby bump, smiling when he felt the small flutter under his palm as your baby moved. 

you hummed, nodding, “way better. can you paint the cabinets?” you asked before adding, “i don’t trust paul to do that.” paul scoffed as he came back in the room, rolling his eyes as he pulled the oven out so he could clean behind it. 

“where do you even come up with this? you’ve never once brought up cleaning behind the oven,” paul groaned as he got behind the oven to clean. 

seth chuckled, getting up to grab some of the new paint you had picked out from home depot a few weeks prior, “she’s nesting paul.” seth called in response, coming back a few moments later with the paint and a brush. “you still want the green color?” he asked you softly and you nodded, watching carefully as he opened the lid of paint, making sure he didn’t get any on the marble countertops of your kitchen island. 

“can’t sue just induce you?” paul asked and you and seth both rolled your eyes at the idea. you had just hit the 40-week mark a few days prior and paul could not have been more ready for you to give birth already.

“he’ll come when he’s ready, paul.” you glared at him and he just groaned, getting back down to continue cleaning behind the oven, “besides i like him better in me. much safer.” you added and seth nodded, coming over to press a kiss to your head before heading over to the cabinets to start painting. 

paul got back up a few moments later, coughing from all the dust behind the oven which had you and seth laughing, “i told you it was filthy back there.” you noted, satisfied with your decision to make paul clean behind the oven.

he rolled his eyes again, “keep rolling your eyes lahote!” you called teasingly, laughing as he walked outside to throw out all the junk he had gathered from behind the oven. 

seth peeked over his shoulder at you, both of you bursting into laughter at how stupid the whole situation was. paul returned a few moments later, having washed his hands, and sat down in the chair next to you, gently resting his hand on your baby bump, “why isn’t he kicking?” he asked you, his tone laced with a hint of worry and you shrugged.

“he’s probably just tired. he was moving a minute ago.” you explained softly, “his feet are over here.” you added, gently moving paul’s hand so he could feel where your baby’s feet were in case he kicked. 

paul nodded, pressing a soft kiss to your belly before turning his attention back to you, “what else is on your list?” he asked and you sighed, grabbing the list you had made the night before.

you hummed as you scanned the list, trying to figure out what needed to be done most urgently, “did you finish putting the other crib together yet?” you asked softly, peeking up at him and he shook his head, getting back up and stretching his arms over his head. 

“can you bring it in here to put together? i want to make sure it’s right.” you asked and he nodded, heading into the bedroom to grab the crib. you had convinced both boys that you needed two cribs, one for your room and one for the nursery, figuring you’d want the baby in your room for the first month or so. 

while seth worked at painting the cabinets, paul came back in and started working on getting the crib together as you crossed off all the items on your list. “we should also repaint the bedroom.” you added, paul making a choking sound at the idea as seth just laughed.

“pretty girl,” seth cooed, setting down the paintbrush and coming over to crouch in front of you, “you aren’t gonna be able to sleep in the bedroom if we repaint it. i don’t think it’d good for you or the baby to be in there for a few days.” seth explained, gently brushing a piece of hair behind your ears as you huffed and nodded, not happy that you had to cross that one off your list.

“did we get the fitted sheet on the crib in the nursery yet?” you asked and he nodded, smiling at you before pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“the blue one? or did you want to change it to the one with the plants on it?” he asked, knowing you had made a scene over the sheets not even 24 hours ago when you suddenly decided you hated the color blue.

“the one with the plants on it. the blue one is hideous.” you said, frowning as seth just chuckled and nodded.

paul groaned as he got up from the floor, having finished putting together the new crib in record time, “i put the plant one on it last night.” he said as he came over to you and sat down on the chair next to you, gently resting his hand on your belly. 

he let out a sigh of relief that you didn’t know he’d been holding in when he felt the familiar flutter of your baby’s kick against his palm, “you’re so good with that.” you beamed up at paul, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as both boys chuckled.

“did you have those dates today yet? my mom said to eat those every day.” seth asked and you shook your head, nose scrunching at the thought of eating dates again. 

both boys just rolled their eyes as seth grabbed them out of the fridge and put a few in a bowl for you to eat before handing them to you, “you don’t have to eat them if you don’t want to but i think you should. she said it’d help with your labor.” he added and paul shot you a look, pushing the bowl a little closer to you. 

paul was a bit overbearing when it came to the thought of you in labor. he was not even remotely interested in seeing you go through that and had been doing everything he could think of to make sure it went as seamlessly and easily as possible for you, “i’d eat those if i were you.” he said as he eyed you up and you rolled your eyes at him, taking one of the dates and biting into it to make him happy.

“do you know where the ice pack went? i want it for my back, it’s hurting.” you asked softly and paul nodded, getting up to grab the ice pack for you.

“why don’t we go lay down in the living room so you can take some pressure off your back, yea?” seth suggested, taking your hands and helping you up, resting his hand on your lower back as he guided you into the living room.

while seth got you a blanket and helped you lay down, paul grabbed the bowl of dates and the ice pack, heading into the living room to help you out a few moments later. he took your legs, putting them in his lap while he put the icepack on your back as seth threaded his fingers through your hair. 

“eat.” paul encouraged, handing you the bowl of dates which you rolled your eyes at but took nonetheless. seth got the tv on, quickly getting hgtv on for you before running his free hand up your side to gently massage at your shoulders.

you quickly finished the dates, handing the bowl back to paul who was stroking your legs. he pressed a kiss to your hand before setting the bowl to the side, happy with you for eating them. you sighed, squirming a bit to get more comfortable before settling down and closing your eyes, allowing seth and paul’s stroking to lull you to sleep.

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[hazbmymhotel]

Hey, you dirty little readers

We accidentally wrote Mommy kink

So enjoy chapter 5

Chapter 5) I Guess We Gotta Get Down to Business, or Whateva'

Angel wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep. Occasionally he'd hear a rustling or a crinkling. Sometimes, opening his eyes, he'd see Husk’s silhouette in the dark of his room, or maybe that was a dream.

“Here, pig,” Angel heard Husk quietly say a few times, followed by a snorfling sound of Fat Nuggets eating. He settled back to sleep when a heavier blanket was thrown on top of him.

It was nice until it wasn't.

“Ugh,” Angel groaned, waking up to a bucket placed beside his head. He grabbed at it and felt his body lurch. He dry heaved painfully until finally falling back. Blearily, he asked, “what…?”

“How long you been without coke?” Husker asked, pushing a cold cloth against his forehead. He swatted Angel’s hands away as he tried to shoo him off.

“Oh, fuck, you're talkin’. I dunno…I dunno,” Angel started to cry pitifully. “Don't touch me, I don't want it!” He sat up and held his head. It came in a hard wave, leaving him feeling dizzy and like the world was screaming.

“I'll be honest, Angel, I'm not a fan of coke. Not a fan of hard drugs…Alcohol’s done plenty to ruin me from my childhood onward…but it seems fucking stupid to quit cold turkey like that.”

Angel sat up fully and yanked the cloth from Husk’s hands to press it into his own eyes. He tucked his knees into his chest and hugged them with his other arms as he sobbed. “I don’t need you to fucking yell at me right now.”

Husk sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. “I ain’t yelling, and you know it.” He pulled his wing around to preen, tugging out loose feathers to keep his hands busy. “You’re lucky you’re already dead.”

Angel scoffed. He sat in the quiet, finally pulling the cloth away after several minutes. He leaned his head onto his knees and watched Husk in silence.

“So,” Husker said, voice soft, “are you out of stashes? Do I have to go out and dig some up for you?”

Angel rolled his eyes, but smiled to himself. “No…I got some. I got plenty.” He picked up a feather off the bed, turning it in his fingers. “But…I’m gonna crawl back to Valentino if I do it…My deal was for drugs, you know.” He tickled the back of Husk’s ear with it, enjoying how it made it flick back and forth. “I could have all the coke in the studio I wanted if’n I did whatever he wanted. I’d be a good little boy, and he’d give me a good little prize.”

Husk stretched out his wing and turned at the waist to continue his job on the inside. “I wondered why you were always over there if he could only fuck with you there…”

Angel dropped the feather again and scratched his palm. “I’ve only been able to go a couple’a days…it fucks me up so bad… I can’t help it. I can’t fuckin’ help that I ruined myself, and I’m so tired of it.” He slid his legs out and moved to sit next to Husker. He reached out, brushing his fingers against the other wing, pleased when Husk stretched it out onto his lap.

“Addiction’s exhausting,” Husker agreed. “I’ve had a half bottle this morning alone,” he admitted, turning his head to watch Angel’s hands gently pulling out old feathers. “You ain’t gonna hurt me. If they come out with a good tug, they’re meant to come out.” He grunted as Angel responded with a firmer touch.

“You could earn your own coke,” Husk offered, “but maybe it’s better to give it up.”

“Yea…I just…gotta get over it, I think…I can’t remember the last time I was sober. Definitely I was alive…it’s gonna be shit, these next couple’a days.” Angel smoothed his hands over the feathers. “I think I’m gonna have to find an outlet…a productive one. Distractin’.” He took a deep breath. “It’s probably the dumbest idea ever, but I think I’m gonna go see my family.”

“And you think that’s gonna make you want to stay off drugs?” Husk asked, incredulous.

“I mean, they all look like fuckin’ shit…might encourage me so I can stay cute as ever.” Angel giggled as Husk flapped his wing back, slapping him with the brunt of it. “I’m serious!”

“I couldn’t do it,” Husk said, folding his wings comfortably back into his back. He blushed as Angel pet down his tail, pulling the feathered end into his lap. “You got nervous fingers, you know.”

“I do. It’s why I carry guns on me.” Angel grinned, tugging on the feathers. “It gives me somethin’ to do. Makes me look hot, too.”

Husk sighed and leaned into Angel’s side, closing his eyes. “You gonna go see your family with guns out, then.”

“It’s the only way to see ‘em.” Angel hugged an arm around his middle, appreciating the warmth. “You wanna come? I could use some backup muscle to get them talkin’.”

Husk purred as Angel’s fingers worked into his fur. “Sure. I’ve done my fair share of interrogations.” He inhaled deeply, exhaling as he stretched sideways, taking Angel’s full lap with his torso. He tugged his tail away, letting it lazily flick onto the floor.

“Oh, yea, you seem really fearsome, actually,” Angel said, eyes wide as he quickly took advantage, petting Husk with all six of his hands. “I’m sure you’ll give them one look with those big eyes, and they’ll have to fuckin’ talk. Arackniss will be sure to tell you every little thing he knows.” He scratched at the base of Husk’s wings, internally screaming as it made his back paw kick.

Husk sighed and stretched his front paws out, a purring, kicking mess now. “Mmmhmmm,” he agreed.

Angel grabbed around with the one hand he could spare to find his phone and take a video. “Yea, I don’t know if he’ll actually have any info…but my dad probably will. If my ma ain’t a cryptic bitch like usual, I bet she’ll know even more.” He considered putting it off to spend the day rolling in bed with Husker, but his insides felt raw and itchy without the cocaine. It would be more satisfying to wait.

“Fuck, you’re so cute I could double die, Husker. You have no idea.” Angel couldn’t contain his squeal when Husker looked up at him with fat pupils. “Ugh, you’re such a little guy, I’m gonna explode!”

Husker snorted softly from his heart shaped nose and tightened his wings against his back. “Don’t call me that.”

“You don’t gotta be so sensitive about your height,” Angel teased, “I love me a short king.”

“I’m not,” Husker protested.

“You don’t care that you’re a cute little guy who makes Mommy feel so gooey inside?” Angel continued, tugging at his fur with several hands. “I wanna push you down and get all domestic, it’s drivin’ me nuts.--” He glanced down as Husk adjusted his hips farther on the bed. He took a deep breath, realizing the “problem.” It sent a wave of euphoric power through Angel’s stomach.

So this was why Husker hated when Angel pulled the Daddy schtick…or it was at least one of the reasons.

“Cuz Mommy just wants to give you a bath, and cut up your steak, and make you sit there as I dress you all cute and precious,” Angel rambled fast, saying everything he could think of as Husk’s nose blushed deeper and deeper. “I wanna push you on a swing and suck your dick until you’re such a mess I gotta carry you inside.”

“Enough!!” Husk pressed his face into Angel’s thigh. “Angel, stop,” his voice was pitiful.

Angel was breathless, and nothing had even happened. “Oh my god, I never woulda pegged you for having a Mommy kink. I mean I could. If you wanted.” He hugged his six arms under Husk’s arms and tugged him into his fluffy chest.

Now that Angel had Husk straddling his lap, it made him feel like a big shot. There was no way for the old man to hide. “Listen, Husk, I’ll dress however you fuckin’ want!! Polka dots? Big ole’ dresses and aprons? I’ll do my hair up all matronly and shit if it makes you feel the way you make me feel.”

Husk groaned into his chest. He inhaled sharply as one of Angel’s hands dipped lower, petting down his stomach. “Angel–” He choked on his words as Angel’s fingers slipped into the night shorts he was wearing.

“No,” Angel whispered into his ear firmly, “it’s Mommy to you, mister.” He felt a rush of excitement as Husker bucked into his touch.

Husk grit his teeth, trying to fight it only for a few strokes before gasping, “yes, Mommy,” he agreed. He whined and buried his face into Angel’s fur, purring noisily.

“You’re a good little guy, ain’t ya? You’re Mommy’s favorite. I can’t wait to play with this more someday.” Angel marveled at the length in his hand, fascinated by the texture as he stroked. It was definitely doing it for Husk, making the man writhe and mewl at his touch…Angel wished he felt well enough to handle a good fucking. He loved an animalistic dick down. “Are you gonna make a mess for Mommy to clean up?” He whispered daringly into Husk’s ear again, causing the desired effect to spill.

Husk clutched at Angel’s middle shoulders, breathing hard as his mind reeled.

“Holy fuck, Husker,” Angel praised, wiping his hand on his bedsheet. “I had you all wrong,” he whispered excitedly, “when you do me later, I’m gonna wear the mommy-est outfit I got-Ah!” He squealed as Husk shoved him back. “Not now, big guy!”

Husk was flustered, sitting on Angel’s stomach. “I’m not!” He huffed.

“God, you look like the angriest little boy right now,” Angel said, reveling in how his simple words made Husk squirm and bury his face into his paws. “I know your weakness now, Husker. Be careful.” He leaned up on his elbows, grinning.

Husk’s ears flattened, and he leaned down, flicking his tongue across Angel’s teeth. “Fuck off,” he said, climbing off in a huff. Husk stumbled slightly as his feet hit the floor. He bared his sharp teeth as Angel reached out to steady him.

“If I wasn’t so fucked up right now, I’d beg you to ruin me,” Angel assured him, making Husk bristle. “I’d beg. I’m so hot for you,” he promised, moving to the floor to hug against Husk’s back. “I’d do anything you asked just cuz you asked it,” Angel kissed the fur on the back of his neck. He knew Husker was melting by the purr rumbling through his whole body. “Anythin’ Husker.”

Husk took a deep breath, letting Angel hold him. It was humiliating in a delicious way.

“As long as you called me ‘Mommy,’” Angel couldn’t help himself.

“Please let me go get dressed,” Husk groaned, hiding his face again. “Don’t we got shit to do?”

“Yea, yea, fine, Babycakes,” Angel finally let him go. “But when it’s all done, I’m gonna spoil you…and you’re gonna love it.”

Husk turned and held Angel’s face in his paws. He looked at Angel’s beautiful face before kissing him. In moments, they were again a tangled mess of Angel’s arms around Husk’s small frame.

“You’re never gettin’ dressed, huh?” Angel wheezed, finally pulling away and standing.

“Shut up,” Husk checked into the hall before rushing out.

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[sweetiesicheng]

jun - dinner

word count : 777

alert alert !! happy jun day !

wow, it’s been awhile haha. hope everyone is well ~

-

on your way to one of your favorite restaurants, a bunch of your friends were blowing up your phone with text messages. you glanced at your phone for a second before putting it back in your pocket and walking across the street. you walked for a bit more before heading into the restaurant and ordering your usual meal at the counter.

you sat down at a table with two seats with a buzzer sitting on the table. you started reading through the texts you received. some were about a party one of your friends was going to host while others started roasting each other or sending memes. you rolled your eyes and put your phone down and finally took your headphones off. you put your headphones in your bag and took out your sketch pad. you opened the pad until you were at one of the designs that you were working on earlier and started working on it some more.

eventually, the buzzer started vibrating against the table and you picked it up. you headed to the counter and returned the buzzer while a worker checked your receipt to make sure your order was correct.

"excuse me? can i get another container of sauce?"

you turned your head when someone else spoke. a guy was standing next to you. he was clearly taller than you, and you noticed him wearing a shirt that belonged to your university.

hm, i wonder what his major is...

the same worker handed him a container of sauce and the guy walked away. then, the worker slid a tray to you with your meal on it.

"thank you," you quietly spoke and picked the tray up. you went back to your table and placed the tray on the table before sitting down.

out of curiosity, you looked around and saw the guy from earlier sitting at a table with a bunch of people.

i'm gonna look creepy if i keep looking. maybe i'll see him again on campus.

you turned around and put your headphones on again. you started playing a show on your phone and started eating your dinner.

-

awhile later, you were still sitting at the table. you had eaten your dinner and returned the tray to a trash can.

music was playing from your headphones and you continued working on designs for a show that your department was hosting.

you looked at the time and decided to head out for the night. you packed your bag and got up from the chair when you noticed someone near you. you looked over and saw the guy from earlier.

he started talking but you still had your headphones off. you paused the music playing and took your headphones off.

"i'm sorry. what did you say?" you asked him.

"oh, um, you're y/n, right?" he asked. you nodded in response. "i'm jun! i don't think we've ever met, but minghao has talked around you a bunch.

"oh, you're one of his suite mates, right?" you asked him.

he nodded to confirm, "yea, i'm roommates with soonyoung, if you know him."

"oh, i've met him a few times. me and minghao haven't really hung out lately. both of us have a bunch of stuff to do for the fashion show the department is hosting," you mentioned. "it was really nice to meet you. maybe after everything is over, then we could hang out with the others," you said with a smile.

"if you aren't busy, the night after the show's over, we're hosting a party at one of our friends's apartment. you should come to it," jun suddenly offered.

"oh, that sounds fun," you smiled, "sure. just have minghao text me the details," you requested.

"or i could just get your number from you?"

"huh?"

"it might be easier since both of you are busy?" he replied, "no, uh, i'll tell him later when i go back. see ya!" he said before turning around.

"wait!" you spoke up, causing him to turn around again, "here." you opened your bag and grabbed a pen and your sketch pad. you ripped a page off and wrote your phone number down. "you're right, it'd be easier if you texted since me and minghao are busy," you said to him and handed him the piece of paper.

"you didn't need to waste your paper for that," jun said to you as he folded the paper up and held it in his hand.

you shook your head, "it's alright." you looked at the time, "sorry, i should go. i really need to work on stuff."

he nodded, "yea of course. see ya."

you smiled, "see you later."

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[itz-wanderer]

HI

I think ur my fave now so I'm gonna keep requesting <3

I just want Majima with a crush that can't refuse when people offer her things so eat or drink because she finds it rude if she were to, so she just forces herself to eat or drink the thing and almost throws up in the process 😭

I can just imagine

Majima: I poured ya some Sake.

Y/N: Oh my God thank you. *Hates alcohol but takes the cup and downs it in an instant, visibly disgusted and almost throwing up* It's so good ... Thank you.

Why is this hilarious

Hello! I'm so sorry this takes forever 😭 I'm just confused on how to write this and Idk if you're gonna like this one or no but I hope you do 💜 Thanks for requesting and waiting!

Hope you enjoy!

Majima with s/o who can’t refuse offers

- It’s not uncommon when people around you say you’re selfless, always considering others feelings first rather than your own. It’s because refusing offer isn’t one of your specialties. You often find it rude to refuse someone’s offer, or you just feel guilty everytime you refuse their offer. So you start to act and force yourself to drink or eat anything that’s given to you even though you know that it might make you throw up.

- In contrast to Majima’s blunt personality though, he never has problems with telling what’s on his mind. He’s quite confused as to why you struggle with refusing offers, “you shoulda tell ‘em if you don’t want it!” but he never really forced you to do something you were uncomfortable with.

- Then the day comes, when you both go on a date in Kamurocho, you two basically went to every shop that was within sight, With him, time sure went by quick and the sky started getting dark. That’s when you thought that it was time to end the date but instead he invited you in to have a drink with him at his place.

- You quietly stood behind him as Majima was opening the lock to his door. You were nervous cause you had never been inside a guy’s room ever before and from the usual daily soaps you watched, you wondered if Majima’s house too would be unclean like the bachelor boys in those shows.

- To your surprise it wasn't, his house smelt of nothing! You were shocked to see how clean it was with no dishes in the sink, all clothes neatly folded and stacked aside on his bed. It seemed like he might have been running late for the date when he woke up and left it right there.

- “Oh sorry if it's a bit dirty, I forgot to put those back in my wardrobe but yea come have a seat in the living room, i’ll get us the glasses and some drinks”, he said as he walked you into his living room.You sat on the couch and made sure to clear up the table in front as he brought in the drinks with both his hands filled. “Thanks Y/n chan!” he exclaimed as he put the drinks down and poured out a glass for the both of you.

- “Ahhh that hits the spot!!!” he shrieked, finishing his glass in one sip while you struggled to even hold the expensive glass with your clumsy hands. One small sip and you knew it was not for you. But seeing Majima happily chug down his second drink while you still were hanging off the cliff of “Should I drink it or should I tell Majima san I don't drink”.

- “Everything alright Y/N?” he said, which startled you to drink it all in one go making you cough. He watched you in a puzzled face as you asked for a second drink. “Oii you sure you want another? You don't look so good only after having just one”.But nah they sure say that love truly makes a person blind and you dived head first in with that thought.

- Few drinks and your body started revolting and you knew this could end badly. You tried getting up,but your knees gave away from the drowsiness and the next second you threw up all you had drunk on his perfectly clean floor. Majima worriedly got a hold of you and carried you to the restroom while his suit got dirtier making you feel disgusted and thinking he would ghost you after this night is over.

- Majima held your head up and patted your back until everything was out of you. “Baka, why'd you go ahead and drink that much? You could have just said that you can't handle alcohol and we could have done something else… You sure are one hell of a mess Y/N… but… still mine..” he lectured you while your head now rested on his chest.

- “You need to be a bit more firm with your words or anybody would take advantage of your innocence Y/n.”, you almost teared up at his words but managed to hold them in. “I thought you’d be mad cause I messed up so bad and never wanna see my face. “That ain’t true at all. Now why would I be mad at the love of my life?” he said as he picked you back up and walked you over to the couch.

- He holds your face with both his hands and comes closer “You don't need to accept whatever I tell you to do so.. You are your own person with things that you like and love. So make sure you always stand up for yourself and never be afraid to say a firm ‘No’ when you don't want to do something that goes against your morals Y/n chan” he whispers before landing a light kiss on your lips and sitting back down calling in the maid to clean up.

#rgg #ryu ga gotoku #majima goro #reader insert #x reader #yakuza headcanons #goro majima x reader #yakuza #yakuza imagines #yakuza series #majima goro x reader #anon.req #yakuza majima #yakuza kiwami #yakuza 0

[osakunt]

Two weeks ago I went out with this dude I’ve known and have liked since middle school. The dialogue and everything in this piece is taken from what occurred that day. With me and him being hood rats, the dialogue is definitely something. Lmaoo this is pt 1.

“Wanna go to target and walk around then go to the movies ?”

You look over at him with a small smile, while waiting for the light to turn green. He looks over at you and blinks a few times before answering.

“Yea……..Wait what’s at Target, (y/n) ? HmmMM ?”

“Nothing(?) it’s Target. We got a whole hour and some minutes left before the movie starts sooooo…”

He squints his eyes at you thinking that you’re trying to set him up. All you wanna do is just take the boy to Target, man.

The drive to Target definitely took most of the time because you told him you’d pick him up and him living on the East side of town would take at least a good fifteen to half an hour with traffic to get to his place.

With that one Target being on the North side, it most definitely did take a long minute to get there. With the weather being rainy, traffic was slow so yea, time was burnt just with the drive there.

“Put your jacket on. It’s drizzling and I don’t want you getting sick”

You look at your back seat, contemplating if to put it on or not.

“Nah. I’ll be fine. It’s not raining, raining”

As you two walk the parking into the store, he speaks up and gets closer to you.

“Switch sides with me. I don’t want you walking on the outside”

You look up at him with your lips pursed - trying not to cackle.

“Ohhh ?? A gentleman, I see”

“Girl, always. Now get on my side”

“I’m fine here though”

The mischievous smile on your face is seen by him. Causing him to sigh.

“Bro - just switch”

Giving him a hard time is your pass time. You’ve known him since middle school, so he knew very well that you could be hard headed.

You switch sides with him just for him to start walking two steps behind you. You didn’t mind but it did make you feel a bit weird because you have all these thoughts running through your head.

As you renter the building, you guide him straight to the men’s section. All he can do is follow and try to keep up with his fast you’re walking.

“Their shirts are nice. I got this one from here”

He looks down at the black Kakashi shirt you have on that you pairs with sweatpants and J’s.

“Shirt does go hard though. Ohhhh this yo section right here” he goes to the other side where the anime shirts are waiting for you to react at the shirts displayed.

“Mmmh. They don’t have good shit today”

You two had been in Target for little too long now. All he can do is follow. Next thing he know you were in the book section.

He goes straight, grabbing a book saying how good it was while you went to where the mangas were. You look to see what volumes you had and trying to see if the store had the ones you wanted.

Since you stay going to that specific Target you have the volumes they have available so you just grab a Dragon Ball Super volume.

“You read ?” Kuroo looks at you with furrowed brows along with a questionable look.

“Yeaaaaa”

“(Y/n)” he pauses before grabbing the manga out your hand and skimming it.

“Since when do you read ??? I’ve never seen you read. See you cappin’”

“Motherfucker, how you gonna tell me what I do and don’t ! I’ve been reading” you whisper shout not wanting to be extra ghetto at Targét~

“…..okay okay. Nah cause I believe you. I can see your punk ass reading”. He continues to skim through the book before giving it back.

“See I would read but -……. Uh uh. I don’t have the patience”

You roll your eyes knowing he was trying to get smart. You look back to the shelf one more time expecting for a new volume of something to magically appear before he interrupts.

“Where’s the bathroom in here ?”

“The front. Go ahead. I’ll stay here. If you don’t find me here then go to the Lego section”

Just as said. You had moved to the Lego section. When he did find you he had a shirt in hand. He unfolds it and smiles at you

“Imma get it”

You turn your head to the side trying to figure out what the graphics are on it. He notices you’re having a hard time with the blurred picture.

“It’s Ali, girl”

“…..wait, unfold it again ……pfftt ohhhhh okay I see it”

He shakes his head while you giggle at how long it took you to make out the picture.

Y’all browse the Lego section talking about how cool it would be to build a set and how pretty the car Lego sets are.

You check the time - seeing it says 6:30, you ask him if he’s ready to go. Nodding his head “yes” you two start walking to the check out area.

Walking behind you, you look up at him when he gets your attention.

“You better grab something. Their AP is gonna think we stealing”

His anxiety of him thinking that people are thinking that you two are stealing, was honestly a relatable feeling.

“No cause tell me why, when I go into a store and I don’t find what I want, I still grab something so they don’t think I’m sus” you both smile agreeing that the last thing y’all need is for someone to thing you out here doing sketchy things and out of all places, Target.

“Still grab something” he looks at you all serious after just smiling.

“Kuroo, I got the manga. Calm down”

Once at the self check out he offers to pay for your things. You’re hesitant to let him do so because you felt some type of way when someone paid for you. At the end he forced it on you.

“Just pass the book. I’ll pay for it. I’m not taking “no” for an answer”

#kuroo fluff #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo x reader #this is like a self insert but still a x reader ….. if that makes sense 😭😭😭 #[🐲] yess talks #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #man this shit Lowkey boring 😭😭 #sorry y’all I’m tryna remember how to word shit after so long of not writing #trust me it was awkward or anything. me and him talked a lot more than what I’m giving y’all. #it wasn’t ^* 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

[barksexybark4u]

Articulate Language

summary: eddie has a massive vocabulary, you *encourage* him to use it

The moment he set foot in the trailer he could feel it. You were pissed, and he had no clue why. He hadn’t touched himself all week, though it had been hard ((literally)). And as far as he remembered he hadn’t done anything particularly bratty the past few days. He softly knocks on his own door, quickly realizing how odd it is to ask permission into your own room. A disgruntled sigh can be heard through the door “come here and sit down eddie.”

eddie? No petname? No eds, edwin, or anything? He was in deep shit.

Suddenly the floor was very interesting and his gaze focused on his dirty stained carpet for the whole trip onto his bed.

“I spoke to Dustin..”

“Yea?”

“He told me you’re failing English.”

Fuck, he would certainly be tearing a new one next friday.

“So what if i am?” The words were defensive and rushed, you could tell he was dangerously close to getting upset, already disappointed he had let you down.

You sigh again, “Eds i’m not mad if you’re like actually struggling, hell my math grades should prove that. But i get frustrated when i know you can do better.” You reach your hand up to touch his cheek, urging him to meet your gaze. His eyes are glassy and red rimmed and his gaze is wandering but he manages to look at you.

“You’re so fucking brillant to me, you read difficult novels and know so many words i bet half the class doesn’t. I just don’t want you to lower your ability to what others may assume. I know you can do better for me.”

He looks down at his lap, not uttering a word, but softly nodding. You snake your hand into his hair scratching at his scalp and he fucking whimpers. You raise your eyebrow, “you okay there Eds?” He nods still staring downwards. Thats when you look and see just how hard he is.

“Eddie did this turn you on?” His cheeks up to the tips of his ears are a bright pink and once again, he won’t meet your glance.

“I just, that last part you said… i wanna do better for you, i know i can”

You smile caressing his face, “of course you can prettyboy, i know you can do so well”

He shakes his head exasperated, “no no, i was bad, i did bad, you don’t deserve to be nice to me! you should.. punish me” he mumbled

You were more than a little surprised, your Eddie had always responding well to your soft and sweet domination, he’d never encouraged you to become meaner, though the thought did put a slick between your folds.

“Hmm, you think you should be punished?” Your hands start to roam under his shirt, tugging it off while giving him a hard enough stare to make him visibly squirm.

He nodded enthusiastically “can do better.. use.. better words”

You grinned, giving him little to no warning and pushing your hand into his boxers.He gasped loudly, turning into a shy blushing mess with every stroke.

“You’ve got such a big vocabulary pup, why don’t you try to use it?”

He nods, so frantic you think he’ll break his neck. His bottom lip is between his teeth, butten so tight you fear it’ll draw blood. You lean in to kiss him while stroking him faster.

“Fuuuuuck” and you know hes close, there are times he can hold off for hours but today just isnt it. And you want to give it to him, but only on one condition.

Your hand slows down “you’re gonna really try in english love? Y’promise?”

He nods “yes! Yes I’ll try so hard! Be so good forr.. fuck!”

And you stop “Hm im not so sure i believe you puppy.. how can i be sure?”

“I’ll, fuck fuck, bring tests home fuck, please, please i need it.”

“Need what hmm?”

“Your touch please, please pretty please I’ll be so good I swear”

The poor baby cant keep himself from bucking into the air, tears streaming down his face.

You smile “Okay, but I better see some improvement”

And your hand is on him again, moving faster and twisting, occassionally running your thumb against the slit on his tip.

And he’s done for, he’s spurting all over your hand and his own stomach, breathing heavy and thighs shaking.

“What do you say?” You ask sweetly, a smile laced on your face.

“Thank you! Thank you! Fuck! Thank you!”

You giggle and pull him in for a proper kiss.

“If you liked this than just wait for what i have in store for you when your grade improves.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie my beloved #eddie munson smut #sub!eddie munson

[sarahrogersevans]

It’s Not Goodbye It’s See You Later- Chris Evans xreader fan fic

Summary: Reader and Chris have some of reader’s cousins over and they have a great time but when it comes to the end of the night to say goodbye reader has a hard time and Chris comforts them

Warnings: fluff, angst, soft Chris, mentions of feeling anxious, not a lot of warnings for this one

I was so excited some of my cousins were coming over today & I was cleaning around like crazy feeling anxious every time they are in town but it’s gonna be great. Chris came into the room and saw I was running around cleaning everything and Chris rubbed my back and said “hey babe your phone vibrated one of your cousins said they’d be here in a bit, the whole house looks great Y/N.” I stopped and hugged Chris and said “thank you honey I’m just always anxious before they come I’m not sure why.” Chris smiled at me and said “oh doll don’t be nervous they love seeing you remember? They’re your family Y/N it’ll be fun.” I took a deep breath and said “ok you’re right, thank you Chris what would I do without you?” Chris leaned in to kiss me and said “I love you honey I’m here to support you.”

The door bell rang a bit later and I went over to open the door and my cousins were standing by the door and I smiled and said “hey!! Oh my gosh I’m so glad you guys are here!” My cousin Eddie said “hey Y/N I missed you.” I hugged him and said “I missed you too dude it’s good to see you.” My aunt Amanda walked in after him and said “hey honey how are you doing?” I hugged my aunt Amanda and said “hey aunty good to see you I’m ok how are you?” A few other cousins walked in and Chris greeted them as they walked into the house and we sat down in the living room and caught up and Eddie said “so Y/N how’s life? What’s new?” I got nervous and said “not much just keeping busy with life and work ya know? How about you?” Eddie smiled at me and said “not much really just hanging around.” Aunt Amanda said “so what do you do for work Y/N?”

I didn’t really like when family got nosy about what I’m doing with my life but with family you’re use too it I guess it’s kinda funny but frustrating. The day went on and we all had lunch and everyone asked Chris a lot of questions which I tried to have them not ask too many things but I could tell Chris didn’t mind since they asked about his movies. A few hours later it was ten o’clock at night and my cousin Eddie looks at his phone and says “alright well sadly we gotta head out but thank you both for having us you two we had a lot of fun and Y/N it’s so good to see you we love you cuz stay in touch hmm?” I hugged Eddie and said “thank you for coming and yea we will I promise.”

Chris and I both walked everyone to the door and said our goodbyes and once everyone walked out to their car and we closed the door I stared at the door wishing they’d come back in since I knew they were flying home the next day. It’s hard not living by family honestly, Chris noticed I was crying but wasn’t trying to and said “oh honey.. come here it’s ok babe it’s not goodbye ok? I promise it’s just see you later hmm?” I cried harder and Chris held me closer and said “oh honey.. I know shhh it’s ok Y/N I promise they’ll come back and visit soon and hey we’ll when fly over to see them anytime you want ok? I love you so much and wanna do that for you.” I hugged Chris and said “thank you Chris that means a lot to me, I’m gonna miss them so much.” Chris kissed the top of my head and said “oh I know honey I promise you’ll see them again soon ok? I promise sweetheart.” Chris held me as I cried and I began to relax after a little longer and Chris helped me to go sit on the couch and he had me cuddle with him and I fell asleep laying next to him but Chris didn’t mind and I held on tight to Chris worried he’d leave if I let go and he said “goodnight lovebug get some rest I’m not going anywhere I promise.”

I had something similar happen to me on Saturday so I thought it would help to write this out 🥺 hope you all enjoy xx♥️

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