#he got the break he deserved pft

[thevirtualvalentine]

TAPE THREE : PASSENGER PRINCESS !

Starring … ‘Red Hair’ Shanks 📸

SET SCRIPT : “Hey Babbyyyy congrats on 100! For your lovely followers event could I request afab reader with Dads best friend Shanks n some sprinkles of corruption :3 I love youuu bae mwah 😮‍💨🤍”

MATURE WARNING(S) : smut, unprotected vaginal sex, AGE GAP, use of the title “daddy”, corruption kink, underlying breeding kink (if you squint), Shanks mysteriously has 2 arms, forced orgasm, you’re Mihawks daughter, afab!femme reader.

DIRECTORS CUT : For one of my favorite people on this app @stargirldelight <33 so sorry this took me forever to get to. Apologies, Shanks brings out an unprecedented daddy kink in me I didn’t know I had …

Moving is already stressful enough, add the fact that your dad can’t seem to help you out this weekend and voila; you’re in a pinch. He’s typically off on some sort of exploit around the world anyways, a stoic mystery of sorts. But, your dad did suggest that he come help you move into your new apartment.

Which is fine and all, but you’re not sure how you’re gonna last the already tumultuous move in with Shanks around. He’s your dads best friend, or enemy, you’re honestly not quite sure.

Ever since you were a teen you admired shanks, his warm fuzzy smile, how stern he got when he was mad, and that damn signature red hair of his that you can always pick out from a crowd. You expected to grow out of it as you got older, but you could never quite kick the habit. His voice smooth like honey when he’d stumble in with your father drunk, or when he said bye after helping you move in for college. He’s really your fantasy come true, a handsome man with unmistakable charm that makes you smile even on days you don’t have reason to.

You’re older now, you should be able to handle this. But a man like him ages akin to fine wine, only becoming more and more attractive as the years gain on him. Granted, there was an age gap between you; which is what typically kept your lewd thoughts of him in check.

He’d drive this red dodge charger every time he picked you up when your dad couldn’t, like now. Red hair flowing in his face as you coasted down the highway. He smiles and asks if the boys your age were treating you right while his fingers dance along your shoulders. “Pft, I wish,” you aimlessly laughed, noting that exactly what you desired in a man was right next to you.

“Whaaaat? Cmon’ a pretty girl like you? Really?” He sounded genuinely disturbed by this confession of yours. “You deserve better sweetheart.” His eyes flickering back to the road as you’re a few hours out from your new town.

“I really don’t go out much y’know, and it’s not like I have anything to offer them,” your heard turns as you mumble into your fist. Embarrassed to let the older gentleman know just how little play you get. The compliment he gave you flies right over your head as you try to mask the growing ache for Shanks in your heart (and pussy). He’s always been sweet like this to you, patient and gentle as he places a reassuring hand on your knee. You think nothing of it.

“I don’t believe it, they don’t know what they’re missing. I woulda been all ov-” clearing his throat before continuing, “maybe they’re just not what you need.” He turns the music down as the conversation begins to flow more naturally, tension sparking like electricity in the air as he pushes further and further.

“Oh? And what do I need.” You flash him that look of mischief, one that was saved for when you’d ask him to bail you out of punishment with your dad.

“Someone who could treat you how you deserve, a real man and not some boy.” He can’t control the possessive tone that exits his mouth, it’s just unbelievable to him. After all these years and all those meaningless break ups you’d go through, it was him whose arms you’d cry into. Too drunk off cheap liquor with the sweet but sickly scent of vodka hanging off your breath. But of course, he’d listen. Always the patient type.

“And do I know a man like that? Sounds like you wanna be that guy Shanks,” it was only a joke. Your voice airy as you moved your hair out of your lipgloss. Highway wind was never kind to you.

“Don’t play with me,” and he’s back to serious. The coolness of his words sends a shiver up your spine.

“What if I meant it, hm? What if I wanted you to show me?” Your eyes now burning holes in the sides of his face, his jaw clenches as he battles with his own morality.

“You don’t think I’m a little too old for you?” He sends a glance your way, one that trails from your low cut tank top to the supple skin of your thighs before he’s back to gripping the gear shift.

“Said it yourself, I need a real man,” your knees turn to face him as you let your voice purrr. Mihawk would kill him if he found out about this, but he’s never truly been afraid of the man anyways. Especially not when his daughter is as pretty as you, there’s just so much you don’t know, so much he could show you. It drives him wild.

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for.” Eyes straight on the road, but the unmistaken waiver in his voice let’s you know he just needs one final shove before he tumbles down like dominos.

“I’m asking for you Shanks,” you plant a sweet kiss to his cheek; just how you used to when he’d leave town for months on end and you didn’t know when you’d see him again.

For once it’s his turn to be flustered, if he wasn’t so concerned about keeping both eyes on the road he’d grab you himself. “Behave little girl, you don’t know what you’re getting into.”

You squirm in your seat, the problem is you know exactly what you’re getting into. It’s finally what you’ve wanted for years. For the object of desire in his mind to be aimed at you, for your affections to be reciprocated, to be with him instead of being viewed as his best friends daughter.

You’ve driven to your new town before so you’re aware that wherever he’s driving isn’t the right way, “Shanks?”

“What? Thought I was supposed to show you.” A light chuckle leaves him as you’re parked in the back corner of a parking lot, headlights turned off.

“Come here hun,” he pushes his seat back urging you to crawl over to him. It feels so right to be held by him, yet so wrong at the same time it makes butterflies swirl around in your stomach. The lack of space pushing you closer to him as his steady breathing makes you feel safer.

“Be gentle Shanks, I’ve only done it one time before.” At that his jaw clenches. A cute thing like you only getting fucked once? It almost makes his blood boil, yet it turns sick when he realizes all he can teach you right here and now. How tight your cunt will grip him as he makes you bounce up and down on him. Oh, Mihawk will kill him indeed; that is if he ever finds out about how he’s stretching out your pussy.

His hands feel so warm on you, rubbing and groping at your skin while you get comfortable. All the attention from him at once makes your head spin, growing needier to get on with it already. “You don’t want it like that though, do you?” It’s barely above a whisper, a nasty vile secret that he somehow knows. All you can do is whimper as he ravages your neck in rough kisses, lips lingering over your pulse points. His years of experience showing as he makes you writhe.

“You want it rough don’t you, t’s ok doll you can tell daddy the truth.” He grins at your hardy whine, swallowing it down in a kiss that devours you from the inside out. His tongue invades your mouth, overpowering yours.

He’s perfect, exactly how you imagined he’d be. Strong arms guiding you further up his lap, helping you wrap your arms around the base of his neck. “Shanks .. more please—” your face hot as you plead for more of him. Feeling how stiff he is makes pride swell within you, was that really your doing? All you’ve done is kiss him, but he groans each time you lean further into his touch.

He leaves pepper kisses on your face and eyelashes, pulling back to look for any doubt on your complexion. “You’re so beautiful,” he tells you, tugging on one of your curls before wrapping it around his finger. Too intimate, far too intimate for the debauchery he’s about to lay on you.

“Spread those pretty legs wider f’me, there you go,” his phrasing patient as his knees open wider beneath you. Your hands grip his shoulders for balance while you wait in anticipation for anything… “where do you want me to touch you baby,” his eyes meet yours, “here?” His middle and index finger graze the thin cloth of your shorts.

You nod your head profusely, looking down at the space between you with your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Shanks snakes his fingers within your walls, teasing the entrance lightly while using your slick to slide in and out slowly. “Remember, breathe,” the slight sting keeps your hold on him firm as you try to adjust. In and out, rhythmically, the pads of his fingers glide along your plush walls.

Your airy chants of his name fill the darkening small space of his cramped car. Hips beginning to bounce on his hand, desperation creeping in with each drag of his fingertips inside you. “Look at you, suckin my fingers in. Almost like you don’t wanna let them go,” he marvels at you, moving your shorts out of the way so he has a clearer view of your insatiable pussy.

“S’creamy, you been thinking about me?” Bold for him to say, he acts like he’s not knuckle deep inside you with reckless abandon for his position in all this. You’re oozing down his wrist as his fingers begin to scissor back n forth.

“Kiss me Shanks,” you ask.

“Of course baby,” he replies.

It’s always him who spoils you, giving you what you ask for. How could he deny you of such a sweet request? The squelch of your wetness grows while a tight knot tries to unravel itself within you.

“Not yet, can you wait for daddy just a lil more?” He can feel that too? Embarrassment hot on your face while your hips grind against his palm.

It’s indecent how sexy he is, toned chest peaking through his shirt, tongue slightly sticking out as he preps you for his fat length, and his deep even voice that praises every movement of your body.

His entry inside you is smooth, almost like he was meant to fit you perfectly. “Oh my god Shanks f-fuck wait—” Your head is spinning, you can feel his dick twitch with each convulse of your own walls.

He doesn’t mind that you’re clutching onto him hard enough to draw blood, no not at all, honestly it’s making him want to burry himself deeper. “Shhh baby, I got you. I got you, just breathe.” Not yet though, he can’t hurt you (too bad). Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes but he’s quick to wipe them with his thumb. Kissing your collarbones as if to apologize for the molding his cock does to your needy warmth.

The pain subdues, giving way to a hunger you can’t quite describe; but quiet mouths don’t get fed. “Gimmie more Daddy, please,” truthfully the name slipped out, but the damage was done as it left a shiver to creep up the red heads spine.

Well, how could he say no to that? His hands move from your waist down, molding the skin of your ass as he pleases while his hips experimentally shift up and down. When he hears you sigh in pleasure he knows he’s found the right angle. “Better hold on, gonna give it to you just how you want it love.” It’s in how he reassures you that he’ll take care of you that allows you to let go, letting this be your reality instead of some sick sex dream.

His strength is unreal, he’s lifting you with no problem and then pushing you down again and again. It feels like he’s impaling you, knocking your breath out with each rise and fall of your oozing cunt. “Mhm, fuckkk. Been thinking about this for a long time.” The space between you both lessens as the heat rises, giving way to an erotic composition of pleasure.

Any composure you had flies out the window as you’re left dumb and drooling as the only thing that can leave your mouth is praises of his name. Incoherent babbling about how you never want it to stop, losing yourself in the heat of his body. “So slutty baby, what would your dad think, huh?” He lets his palm rest against your stomach as you continue to bounce. Eyeing where his own outline is visible within you.

“Nasty girl, felt the way you got tighter around me. You want him to know? Know that it’s me fuckin’ his pretty daughter in my car.” His words alone are enough to make that tight band snap instantly with little buildup, robbing you of your ability to think as you cry out meek thank you’s to Shanks. He pulls you back by the hair, watching the way your face contorts as you cream around him; squeezing his cock like a vice.

The flutter of your walls spurs him on, picking up an animalistic pace as you’re used to bring him his own high. Sweat making his hair stick to his forehead as your vision focuses back in. “Think you can do it again? I know you can love.”

You’re unsure what he means but when you feel his thumb start to circle at your clit you’re a goner. The intensity of your last climax causes you to squirm as he tries to rip another out of you. “Stop fuckin running.” When Shanks wants something, he always gets it. That’s the rule. You are no exception.

He can feel his balls tensing at the obscene squelch each thrust into your cunt provides him, he knows he’ll have to wash these seats later; but for now he’s gonna dump his load in his best friends hot daughter.

“Let go.” A harsh drag of his thumb has you coming undone yet again, spurring Shank’s own orgasm where he drags you down flush against him. No where to run as his hot seed fills you to the brim. “Fuck yeah, that’s the stuff baby.”

You’re left convulsing as you try to catch your breath, slumping against his chest like a noodle. “Di.. dirty old bastard,” you weakly protest, slamming your fist into his chest.

“And yet you still wanna fuck this dirty old bastard,” he says with a laugh, peeling you off his chest to kiss you with nothing but teeth. He suckles on your tongue, making you whimper as he’s still inside you. “That’s what I thought,” he says satisfied.

Maybe he’ll have to be like Mihawk, taking out of town trips. However, he knows exactly where he’ll be going. Right where you are.

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[nervousgardenerkid]

Hi hi hi,

We love Steve but we also love toxic King Steve 🤰

Would you please write some heart wrenching angst about him making a bet in high school on reader with his friends. They’ve been in a ‘perfect’ relationship for years now he’s ready to propose and everything. Then BOOM on their anniversary they bump into previous friend and he lets the secret out. Hell breaks loose maybe reader packs a bag and leaves but please can you end it happy my heart can’t take Steve being sad for too long 🫶

THANK YOU SO MUCH, I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!!!!!

Truth or Dare?

a/n: oh anon,,,i LOVE the way ur thinking. if there's one thing about me it's that i love to write a good fight scene...the angst,,,the tears,,,UGH it keeps me alive. this doesn't have a specific time setting but i'm gonna say it's somewhere around season 2 till season 3 maybe,,,idk no monsters are mentioned it's just angst😭 i hope you like this anon thank you for the idea! credit to the gif owner <3

Steve and his friends laughed when he saw Tommy coming back with his hand on his now red cheek. You see, Tommy was dared to tell a girl a dirty pickup line and it earned him a hard smack to the face.

“Dude! I had no idea she was gonna slap you like that!” Steve laughed out.

“Whatever, she was a bitch anyways.”

The group all laughed and threw bits and pieces of their food at him while he tried to calm them down.

“Okay, Harrington, truth or dare?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Pft, easy. Hit me with a dare.”

Tommy let out a hum and his eyes scanned the cafeteria carefully picking his next target. He felt a smirk on his face when his eyes landed on you taking notes from your math textbook.

“I dare you to ask her out.”

“Done.”

“Ah, ah, ah!” Tommy said while pointing at Steve. “You have to date her for a month.”

Steve felt his heart drop. He knew he was a dick, but he wouldn't want to string someone along like that.

“Tommy, that's a little-”

“What's wrong king Steve? Scared you might break her wittle heart?” He said with a fake pout.

Yes.

“No, I'm not scared of that. As a matter of fact, I’ll date her for three months.”

Steve didn't bother listening to what the group had to say as he made his way over to you. There was a tiny voice in his head pleading, begging him to stop. To just leave you alone, cause you really are a nice girl who doesn't deserve any of this. Steve has had a conversation with you before and you've touched his heart with how genuine you are. He plops down in the seat in front of you and taps in your textbook gently.

You look up at him and smile, taking off the headphones to your walkman and pressing pause.

“Hi, Steve!”

“Hey, there pretty girl, what are you doing?”

You blushed at the nickname and pushed your notes towards him.

“Just studying, I have a math exam tomorrow so I'm cramming as much as I can.”

Steve hummed and looked over your notes trying his best to avoid eye contact with you.

“So I’m guessing you're studying tonight too?”

You nodded your head and flipped the pencil that was in your hand.

“Why what's up?”

“I wanted to take you on a date.”

You accidentally flung the pencil at him, apologizing multiple times while you scrambled to grab it.

“Like um, like a study date?”

“I was hoping we could go without the books? Just us two.”

You blushed and started biting your lip as you thought about it. Steve wanted to stop and come clean right there. He's never seen you this excited over anything before, and it breaks his heart knowing it's all a bet.

“Sure, I can put off studying tonight and hang out.”

Steve smiled at you. “Great! I'll pick you up at…seven?”

“Perfect! I'll see you then.”

Steve smiled and got up to leave, but not before he gave you a soft kiss on your cheek. He walked back to the lunch table with his chest slightly pumped out as his friends looked at him, their faces asking how it went.

“Sorry I can't hang out tonight boys, I have a date.”

-

The two-month mark hit before Steve realized that he doesn't want to end the relationship in three months. These past two months have been the best for Steve and he's never been so happy. He began to treat this like it was a real relationship, Tommy and his friends still poke fun at him. They tell him that he can call it off now and Tommy will even pay him cause he's starting to blow them off to spend time with you. Steve just laughs and shakes his head telling him that he's really dedicated to this bet.

Before you know it, months turn into years and Steve drops his shitty friends and loses his king Steve title to Billy. Now, usually, this would've upset Steve but now he has you. He doesn't have to worry about his friends slipping up and saying you're just a bet. He doesn't have to hear the mean and inappropriate things they say about you, and now he can spend all his time with you.

There was a little period where you guys split up. It was six months into the relationship and the guilt started eating Steve away. It never occurred to him that Tommy could ruin the relationship in a split second, they didn't have the most mutual fallout that friends usually had. Steve started feeling like everything was a lie, he felt like loving you was a lie, it was his favorite lie, but a lie nonetheless. He was the one to call it off, it lasted for a month but it was the worst month in Steve's entire life. He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep, and he missed about a week's worth of school. It wasn't until you knocked on his front door, a stack of school work in your arms that he finally felt complete.

Apologies began spilling from his mouth and tears were falling down his cheeks. You forgave him of course. You always forgive Steve for what he's done. He didn't feel the need to bring up the bet at all once you guys got back together. He figured that since he's the one who broke things and got back together with you, you guys had a clean slate. Sure, you still had the same anniversary date but that's not what mattered! What mattered is that you and Steve were officially back together and nothing could ruin that.

Today was your second anniversary with Steve and you were both so excited. Everything was going perfectly between you two and you felt like nothing could ruin it. You were taking a walk around town after you two had an amazing dinner at Enzo’s. You stopped in your tracks telling Steve you had to use the restroom real quick. You kiss him on his cheek and walk into the nearest store you could find. Steve looks around and sees an old couple holding hands and walking into the movie theatre, he smiles as he starts to think of his future with you.

“Do my eyes deceive me, or is that you Harrington?”

Steve whips his head around and sees Tommy making his way toward him. He gives his old friend a tight-lipped smile and crosses his arms against his chest.

“In the flesh.”

Tommy laughs and stands in front of him. “How have you been, man? It's been a while.”

Steve makes small talk with Tommy, but he can't help but notice that he has this gut feeling that something terribly wrong is going to happen. He feels your hands wrap around his upper arm and he sees the look of shock on Tommy’s face when he realizes it's you.

“You're still with y/n?”

You roll your eyes. “Nice to see you too Tommy.”

Tommy smirks and looks at Steve.

“Does she know?”

You look between the two of them with a confused facial expression.

“Know what?”

“Shut up Tommy.”

“I mean what, how long have you guys even been together? You were supposed to stop at three months, Steve.”

Your heart fell to your stomach and your hands dropped from Steve’s arms. No, there's no way Tommy meant what he was saying. This has to be some kind of sick joke, right? Your eyes drift to Steve and you can see every emotion on his face clear as day.

“Are you fucking serious?”

Tommy chuckles but covers it with a cough. “Guess the cats out of the bag.”

You're not one to turn to violence, if anything you're the last person to throw the first punch, but you've never felt so hurt, so betrayed in your entire life. Before you know it your hand is connected to Tommy’s cheek and a loud smack is heard, people stop and stare at the scene before then mumbling things under their breath. Hot tears are streaming down your face and you snatch your hand away when you feel Steve grab for you.

“Don't!” you shout at him. “Don't touch me. We're done.”

You don't even give Steve a second to explain himself cause you're already walking away from him trying to put as much distance between yourself as possible. You usually love Steve and his stubbornness, but right now you wish he'd stop chasing you.

“Y/n! Wait I can explain-”

“Explain what Steve?! How our relationship started off as a bet? Seems like there's nothing to explain there!”

You feel Steve grab your arm and you try to fight him off but you're just too sad to do anything.

“That's not true-”

“Do you even love me, Steve? Or was that some kind of sick game too?”

Steve’s heart broke when he finally got a good look at you. You had tears streaming down your face and fire behind your eyes.

“Of course I love you-”

“Bullshit!” You shouted while urging your arm away.

Steve flinched at the all too familiar word and shook his head trying to fight back tears.

“It's not. It's not-”

“Yes, it is Steve! This whole relationship is bullshit! I've been living a lie for years by thinking you loved me!”

“I do love you! You think I’d stay with you for that long if I didn't?!”

Both of you were shouting at this point and people were starting to stop and stare. Anger fueled both of you and you both didn't care what was being said to the other person.

“Fuck you, Steve.”

“I should've never taken the god damn bet, it would've saved me a lot of trouble.” he didn't mean that, not one bit.

You let out a bitter laugh and shook your head. “Nancy was right, you're bullshit. I never want to see you again.”

“Fine by me.”

-

It's been three weeks since you and Steve had your big fight and to say you were both miserable was a massive understatement. Robin and Nancy would drop by to check in on you and bring you some food. They tried their best to cheer you up but weren't successful.

“So is this like a divorced parent situation?”

Nancy smacked her arm and smiled at you. “Don't listen to her.”

“I'm asking the real questions here!”

You dipped your sad, soggy fry into ketchup and ate it.

“If you're asking me if I'm making you choose sides I'm not.”

Robin smiled. “Thanks, mom.”

You let out a giggle and rolled your eyes making robin gasp and coo at you.

“There she is!!” she exclaimed while wrapping her arms around you in a hug. Nancy melted at the sight and joined in on the hug. Tears began to form as you hugged them both tighter.

“Thank you guys, for everything.”

“Y/n you don't have to thank us,” Nancy said while pulling away and fixing your hair. “We'll always be here for you.”

Robin’s watch beeped and let out a sigh. “Except, for now, we have Steve duty, Nance.

You looked down at your now cold food and cleared your throat. “Is he okay?”

Nancy and robin looked at each other before looking back at you. “You can come with us and find out.”

-

Your heart was pounding as you sat in the backseat of Nancy’s car, you don't know what came over you or what made you want to see Steve. Nancy parked the car and Robin was quick to jump out.

“Nance? Aren't you coming too?” You asked before stepping out of the car.

Nancy shook her head. “Feels a bit awkward helping my ex through a breakup ya know?”

You smiled understanding what she meant and thanked her for the ride. You follow Robin to his front door and you start to feel sick to your stomach. Your hands were getting clammy and if you didn't lean against the other door you're pretty sure you would've fallen by now from how weak your knees felt.

“Crap, I left something in Nance’s car. Stay here real quick I already knocked and everything.” Robin said while running towards the car.

You were too lost in your head to register what she said. You looked up at her and noticed she got back into the car and buckled up. Realization begins to set in and you stand up straight looking at your best friends with wide eyes.

“YOU GOT THIS KID!” Robin shouted.

“I’M SORRY Y/N SHE MADE ME!” Nancy shouted while speeding off.

Bitches, but I love them. You thought to yourself. Time seemed to stop the minute Steve opened his front door.

“Robin, I told you I'm- oh.”

Oh? Oh?? What does he mean by that?!

There was only one thing that was running through Steve’s mind when he saw it was you at the door. You're wearing his yellow sweater.

“I uh, I just wanted to check on you…I guess,” you mumbled while looking down at your feet.

“You still have my sweater?”

Your eyes met his and it took every fiber in your body to not wipe away the stray tears that were stained on his face. You shrugged your shoulders.

“Smells like you.”

He gave you a sad smile. “I use your shirt as a pillowcase.”

“Can I come in?”

Steve didn't waste any time stepping aside and letting you into his family home. You sat on his couch and looked at him, your heart jumping when you saw he was smiling at you.

“Wipe that smile off your face, Harrington I’m still furious with you.”

Steve nodded his head. “Understandably so, but you can't be mad at me for being happy that the girl I love is still wearing my sweater.”

You quickly look down trying to hide the blush that was creeping onto your cheeks. You cleared your throat and fumbled with your fingers.

“I came here to talk. At least I think I did.”

Steve makes his way to the couch, he points to the spot next to you silently asking if he could have a seat there. You nod your head and refuse to make eye contact with him fearing you'll cry on the spot.

“Was everything Tommy said true?”

He nodded his head.

“I need you to be honest with me Steve, were you ever going to tell me?”

Steve sat and thought for a moment. He never really thought about telling you, sure there were moments he wanted to but he could never bring himself to do it.

“I don't know.”

“Is that you broke up with me? Cause of the bet?”

“No! God no, I mean technically yes but it wasn't because the bet was up.”

You tilted your head in confusion.

“Look, I'm going, to be honest with you. I never wanted to ask you out, not like that at least, and I know it's not a good excuse but being the king of Hawkins high I had so much pressure on me. My mom and dad never really cared for me, so I found comfort in assholes like Tommy and Carol but even they didn't care about me.”

You reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

“I never should've asked you out like that,” he whispered. “you didn't deserve that, no one does but especially you y/n. I broke up with you that day because it was getting too much for me. I was tired of living a lie, but god y/n please don't think that for a second I didn't love you. I love you with all my heart and no bet is going to change that.”

Both of you were crying now. You were quick to pull Steve into a hug and cry into his shoulder. You hated this. You absolutely hated Tommy for making Steve take that stupid bet, you hated his parents for not paying enough attention to him, and you hated that Steve surrounded himself with fake friends just so he could feel an ounce of love and affection. Steve was mumbling how sorry he was over and over again. He understands if this is the one time you can't forgive him, but he's praying to whatever greater power is out there that you do.

You pull away from him and wipe his tears away with gentle hands. He leans into your touch trying to savor the moment for as long as he can.

“I'm sorry for what I said to you. I shouldn't have called you bullshit.”

“You had every right to.”

“Doesn't mean I should have.”

Steve’s hands reach up to your face and he gently strokes your cheek.

“I'm so sorry for hurting you.”

You take a deep sigh and lose your eyes trying to figure out what to say next. You still love Steve, and you know you always will but how were you supposed to just openly trust him again? Especially after something like that.

“I think,” you started. “I think we should start over. Brand new clean slate, you know take it slow.”

Steve swears he would've fallen to his knees if he wasn't sitting on the couch with you.

“Really? You mean that?”

“I do, but I’m serious about taking it slow Steve.”

Steve smiles and brings you in for a tight hug. You feel his tears hit the top of your head and you can almost feel his heart beating through his chest.

“I'll go as slow as you want. I don't care, I just want to be with you.”

You let out a giggle and Steve swooned at the sound of it. He swears he's never heard something more beautiful than your giggle.

“This is your last chance, Harrington. Don't mess it up.”

His hold on you tightens, almost as if he's scared you'll disappear any second.

“I wouldn't dream of it,” he said while kissing you on the forehead. For the first time in a long time, Steve finally felt like he could breathe. The weight of the world was off his shoulders and it was all thanks to you.

“Robin is going to be so happy about this,” you said with a chuckle.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Oh god, she told you about the divorce arrangement didn't she?”

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[phlurrii]

Theory for Noes atrocity in Dialgas eyes, I'm assuming it's specifically time based because I can't see Dialgas caring too much about anything else and while showing up early probably ticked him off a bit I'm thinking for the actual crime it might be related to that betrayal from humans

My thinking is Noe in an absolute fury after making sure Meau was somewhere safe just grabbed the leader of the village/ring leader of what happened and is like "You want to see what you could've had?!" and proceeds to drag them through into the future (assuming Noe can time jump if not pft this falls apart regardless) and drops them at the feet of the ruined village overgrown by vines structures reduced to rubble as Noe glares down at them hatefully " Your lineage does not grow strong, your town is forgotten your people forgotten your existence GONE, the only creatures that will recall you are us and we will hold you in distain. Your betrayal has brought you nothing." cause oh you wanted to control Meau for yourself? To make yourself great? Did you think it would bring your civilisation further growth? You are incorrect you have doomed everything you loved to die here, the only thing that will see this place is the wind. And Noe just, leaves them there. To be trapped in a future they can't survive in to die in a future with nothing and no one because Noe is just angry and hateful to them rn making them see it was for nothing worse than nothing it ruined everything and having them stay there and Dialga was absolutely furious because it's ONE thing to take someone from the past to the future and give them an existential world view destruction and crisis it is ANOTHER to leave them there to die this breaks all kinds of rules and could cause so so SO many issues if that human breaks containment and is found by modern people it could get messy quickly. So Dialga is furious over Noe very much violating rules of time in a fit of rage. (while loudly ignoring Ingo in Hisui)

I'll admit this one did get away from me a bit XD more fanfic than theory but hey hope you enjoy

Oooo~ Actually, credit where credits due, you got a lot right actually! As we get closer to the arc, I’ll be a bit looser lipped since the main reveal is pretty early one, the rest is just well deserved answers in a visual format X3

For starters, Missingno. does make sure Meau has a place to rest before going back to the village, of which, we’ve actually already seen this village. It holds a lot of significance to both Meau and Noe due to what happened there and what it did for their relationship as a whole.

As for what Missingno. did when he arrived back at the village, he didn’t bother attempting to communicate with them. As Meau tried and failed to do so, he simply did what he thought was best and moved on. What he did there did not anger Dialga, nor was the atrocity that did anger Dialga.

Mind you, you’re correct in what happens to that village because of what they did to Meau. Their lineage does not grow strong, they do not prosper, and they are forgotten by all except Meau and Noe, who do not remember them fondly.

But there was not time shenanigans with the village, though I LOVED this lil theory!!! Very, very enjoyable X3

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[littlemessyjessi]

A hot and heavy make out sesh with Bradshaw!

Ok, babe! I got you!

First of all, have a Bradley because yes. You deserve it. You've worked hard today and I'm proud of you.

Now, first of all.

Man is soft.

Like so soft.

I mean, for all that swagger and shit.

Pft.

A whole ass noodle when it comes to you.

Now.

That's not to say that it doesn't get steamy.

Because it does.

However, like, I peg him (well, i mean, damn i'd like to peg him)

Ahem, excuse me. That's a conversation for another time.

Any damn way, I could SEE Rooster as someone who craves that close intimacy with their partner first.

Like, yes, baby please come sit in my lap and just let me hold you face and give you sweet adoring little kisses.

I figure that's how it starts truthfully.

It starts sweet.

It starts gentle.

It starts with fucking boyfriend material.

However, passions soon fly and then it's ON.

Like, he can't get enough.

He's starving.

He's a man deprived.

He's been without air and you are the very oxygen he breathes.

I could see it starting so sweet and soon enough he has you caged in to the point where even when you break apart it's a struggle to get air.

Like, the BEST possible way.

But the funny thing is, after the wave of passion subsides... he's so sweet again.

Like an absolute peach.

A whole ass husband.

Cute little pecks and soft giggles and tracing his finger along you cheek.

Because Bradley Fucking Bradshaw is soft and you can fight me on that.

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[elloitsme69]

Foolish:Realisation.(Part 2 of Stop.)

TW! :Mentions of death, drugs, su!c!de and alchohol, self harm, maybe blood

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"Fuck! Y/n! Pick up! Please... "The ginger haired, Ajax panicked, holding the buzzing phone close to his ear while getting dressed, prepared to go to their family's house after they left last night. Speaking of last night, he could only remember fuzzy bits. Dang it! It was all his fault! How could he not know what his lover was feeling?What's wrong with him? His hangover was killing him. He probably drank too much last night.All he could remember yelling something angrily at them, before their eyes downcast as they practically spilled waterfalls.

Running to the house, before remembering to pick up a bouquet of flowers, dialing them non stop all the way. He passed by what seemed to be the scene of a accident near a bar. Curiousity got the better of him and he got a glance of some marked out chalk of a body,and a faint puddle of red. Pft, what more did he expect? It probably happened last night or something. Right now his top priority was winning back Y/n.

Chewing on a mint and clearing his throat, he ringed the doorbell of Y/n's family's house. Their mother answered the door, looking miserable, her eyes swollen. That wasn't important, Ajax! Focus, you're here for Y/n." Uh, Hi madam, Can I see Y/n? "He chuckled slightly nervously, pulling at his collar that seemed to be choking him.

He was met with silence, and then a shake of the head. Puzzled, he replied, " Oh! It's alright if they're still angry at me, if you could just give them this? "Hand sticking out to offer the bouquet of vibrant roses.

The bouquet suddenly hit the floor with a soft tsh, petals going astray and ruining the careful arrangement of the flowers. Ears ringing and suddenly getting a migraine, Ajax asked again, denial in his voice, his voice breaking and trembling, fragile. " I'm sorry, could you please repeat that again? "Y/n's mother finally looked up, pain in her eyes and hurt in her voice, repeated, " I said, Y/n was hit by a truck yesterday. We were informed by the police. "

"Ah, hahahaha, I see... I'll head home now, thank you for telling me. " Ajax picked up the broken bouquet of roses and threw it away. He felt disappointed in himself for neglecting his lover and making them doubt him. Overtime, he began to fall into depression as the pain inside his heart got worse. It felt like every day everyone and everything was taunting him, telling him he was a horrible person, he didn't ever deserve them.

And then, he got into harming himself. It provided momental relief, but he needed more. It was never enough. He neglected his job, spiraled into drug abuse and finally decided to commit suicide when nothing was helping. If only he could go back in time. However, what you can control and change will only ever be the present and the future.The past will always only ever be the past.It seems he was too foolish to realise things outside his own world.

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[thatpunkmaximoff]

*SPOILERS WITHIN*

Storyline: 5/5 Smut: 2/5

So your girl is having terrible nightmares and puking her guts out, and you can’t be bothered to wake up and smooth her? What a perfect catch 😒

Oh Feyre 🥺 She’s so traumatized and Tamlin isn’t seeing it. All he’s worried about is putting up a united front for his court.

“Hello, Feyre darling.” 👀😘

SHE FUCKING HURLED HER SHOE AT HIS HEAD 😂😂😂

Oh fuck you, Tamlin. Feyre just got back from the night court and the first thing you do is interrogate her? Gtfo, dude.

“I am drowning. And the more you do this, the more guards… you might as well be shoving my head under the water.” - oh wow. That hurt me. And then Tamlin losing control? Pft. Feyre, collect your shit and go back to the night court.

Wooo. Tamlin just fucked up! You locked her in? I fucking hope she sends for Rhys. It’s exactly what you deserve, you little bitch.

Mor! You beautiful, beautiful being! Damn right Rhys broke the barrier with such ease 😏

She asked Rhys to take her with him! Ahhhhhj 🤭

Feyre admitting those things to the Bone Carver has me like 🥺

Damn, Cassian. Them words you spoke to Nesta about Feyre and your people got me feeling a certain way 👀😂

Feyre breaking down while training with Cassian 💔

Rhys sending that vision of Feyre shopping for pretty lacy things and what would have happened has me smiling like a dumbass 🤭

Rhys can tug me down into his lap anytime. The high lord’s whore? Well.. I’ll take the title lol.

Feyre grinding on Rhys as felt her up and found out how wet she was 🥵 Jesus Christ these two are gonna kill me.

Damn right Rhys gonna protect his lady after Keir makes a dumbass remark to Feyre. Serves you right, you little bitch.

Starfall! Oh god I’m so in love with these two.

“I want to paint you.” // “Nude would be best” 😂 These two, I swear. They’re gonna be the death of me.

All this licking that Rhys is talking about has got me blushing 🤭

WHO THE FUCK SHOT RHYS OUT OF THE SKY?!

Feyre darling doing a woman’s work and getting her man back. Fuck you, you nameless dicks.

“I was looking for you too” 😭 My fucking heart can’t take this!!

THEYRE MATES?!?!?! Are you fucking kidding me!?!? This is the best thing ever. But he kept it from her. Omg he kept it from her. I don’t want angst between my babies. I just want them happy.

She accepted the bond 🥹

And then they banged it out 😏 Nice 👌🏼 lmao

No, no, no! They infiltrated Velaris 😧

High fucking lady of the Night Court! Holy shit!

And fuck you, Tamlin. I’m so pissed off right now. I hope Feyre fucks your shit up.

And Lucien, I’m not sure i want you mated to sweat elain. You’re suspicious, dude.

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[caparrucia]

Hiya! I've got some winter asks inspired by a pending blizzard where I am, for the sun is out verse, please! Out of the main fam (Nyx, Cor, Prom, Areana) and Tredd/Luche. Who can't stand the cold? Who lies in wait to snipe snowballs at the others? Who loves hot chocolate? Can anyone ice skate without breaking their ankles? Who enjoys sledding? Who hates sledding? Who presses their frozen flesh into their loved ones to steal body heat? Thank you, answer or not! Love your stuff and happy winter!

Here's hoping you're safe and sound, anon! I've got answers for you and hopefully they make you smile.

Who can't stand the cold? Nyx, Prompto and Luche. Nyx will bitch relentlessly. Prompto will bitch relentlessly in his head. Luche will just bitch. Intermittently.

Who lies in wait to snipe snowballs at the others? Cor. D'uh. They never see it coming, either, regardless of how many times it happens. And it happens. Every. Year. You have to understand. Cor is a prankster. Cor sawed off the legs of Clarus' chair in the council room and laced his food with just enough allergens to get him irritated but not hospitalized. Cor is a fucking SHITHEEL in human form. He delights in the fact if he's quick enough about it, even presented with circumstantial evidence, most people will refuse to even consider the idea that he might be behind the great snowball pelting. The marshal? Pft! Of course not.

Who loves hot chocolate? Cor, above all, and then everyone else loves Cor's hot chocolate. 'cause it's not hot cocoa. It's hot chocolate. Actual melted chocolate. It's ridiculously decadent and settles nice and warm in your belly and FUCK HIM, it's nice.

Who can ice skate without breaking their ankles? Aranea and Nyx. Cor can be coaxed but it takes effort. But the fun, no effort, graceful shit? Aranea and Nyx. Prompto sits that one out because the idea of ice skates and the risk of losing a finger to one of them is enough Anxiety for one day, thanks.

Who enjoys sledding? Literally none of them, for all different reasons: Cor and Aranea don't want to get wet. Nyx and Prompto are too cold to hold onto the sled. Luche thinks he looks stupid. Tredd is afraid people will think he looks stupid.

Who presses their frozen flesh into their loved ones to steal body heat? All of them. But Cor and Nyx do it and it's sweet and long suffering and just. Comfortable. Luche, Aranea and Tredd are whiny and put upon but also overall receptive both ways. Prompto though. Prompto weaponizes this because his loved ones all deserve to shriek in surprise every once in a while. But specially Ravus. Oh, Ravus deserves it most.

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[fastenwick]

Smallest Purple's Mission, Part Seven

(Starring Purple from @almighty-smallest and his S.I.R. unit Pop.)

After a few hours of PAK recovery, the only evidence of the fire incident was the burnt holes in Purple's uniform, located on the shoulders and gloves.

"Alrighty, what are we looking at?" Purple asked Pop.

Pop had hacked into the security cameras, watching the movements of the guards. "Security is everywhere, we take one step out the door and they find us immediately. They've been flushing out the vents again and again, we can't get to the cargo hold like this," Pop said.

Purple thought for a moment. "This isn't good."

"Finally, you understand it. We have no way to win this. They've even blocked communications leaving the ship, we can't even contact for help," Pop sighed. 

"Pft, we don't need help anyway," Purple chuckled. "Look Pop, I've got a plan."

"Oh fantastic…" Pop groaned.

Approximately ten minutes later, Purple stood out in the open, alone in an empty hall, holding a powered down S.I.R. unit in a crate. "This is gonna work."

A group of guards passing by spotted Purple. "Hey you, freeze!" They barreled for Purple.

"I am frozen. I'm turning myself in," Purple said simply, not moving. 

The guards surrounded Purple. There were four of them, all so much taller than Purple.

"You're giving up?" a guard asked suspiciously.

"Yep. Here's my S.I.R. unit." Purple handed them the crate. "I powered him off, he's not gonna do any harm."

One of the guards took the crate from Purple's hands and smashed it to the ground, sending robot pieces everywhere as the robot inside broke.

Purple flinched. "Oh…"

"That's that, get him to the cryosleep chambers. And watch the PAK legs!" a guard commanded.

Purple did not fight them when a guard picked him up like a sack of potatoes and carted him off to the cargo hold.

It took them a while to get down there, and Purple just hummed to himself while the guards were quiet.

"So how much do you think you'll get for me?" Purple asked the guard carrying him. "You know, like when you sell me?"

The guard huffed and ignored him.

Purple sighed. "Fine, be like that. I'm sure I'm worth more than your sorry ass."

The guard growled at him as they reached the cargo hold.

Purple rolled his eyes.

The guards walked him to an empty cryosleep chamber, labeled 231.

"Seriously, I deserve the number one spot?" Purple whined.

"Shut up, bug," a guard huffed. He threw him into the chamber, almost as if he was trying to break Purple's PAK against the sturdy glass.

Purple shook it off, jumping back to his feet and standing in the chamber with his chest puffed out as they shut and locked the door.

"Stupid Irken Invader," a guard grumbled.

Purple grinned at them. "I think this went well! We should do this again soon! Same time next week?"

The guard glared at Purple as they pressed a big red button.

The chamber was flooded with a thick icy blue gad, immediately making Purple feel light headed. He did not fall, because as the gas filled the chamber, it turned into something like literal ice, locking him in place. It made him feel numb and drowsy.

"It's a date then!" Purple said as the icy fog reached his mouth. Then, he was completely frozen.

The guards, satisfied, left the hold. Other guards continued to do rounds, watching the sleeping prisoners. And Purple did not stir.

Security calmed down once the intruders were found. And they stopped flushing the vents out with fire.

Back at Purple's old safe room, the real Pop was hiding. Since he still had access to the security cameras, he watched as the guards brought Purple to cryosleep chambers and locked him up. And once the vents were cleared up, it was Pop's turn for action.

Pop used his rocket boots to fly back into the vent and snuck along the shafts, making his way down to the cargo hold.

He had to dodge some security measures, but he was small and fast enough, so he got by undetected.

It took a few hours, but Pop made it down to the grate overlooking the cargo hold, where could see all the sleeping prisoners. He located Purple rather quickly, but there were so many guards patrolling down there.

"Oh come on…" Pop mumbled to himself. "This is gonna end terribly. Ugh." He slapped himself in the face. "You can do this, Pop. Purple needs you. By hell, he owes me for this!"

Pop removed the grate and started to lower himself down out of the vent. He waited until there were no guards below him before dropping down onto a sealed crate and looking around more.

This crate gave him a major height advantage to all of the guards, none of them were looking up this high. But Pop would have to get down lower to reach Purple and the cryosleep chambers.

He began climbing down the crates, moving quickly to avoid being spotted and working his way closer to Purple. The guards were thankfully pretty lazy right now, since they believed the threat was taken care of.

Pop wished he had a disguise that would make him blend in more on this ship, but he and Purple both were far too small to blend in no matter what they looked like. So activating a hologram disguise would not help at all.

For now, it was just getting to Purple so they could start the next part of the plan.

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[stormcallgaming]

🖋️ Tiger’s Review; Bully

This has been 5 years and 4 months in the making and I don’t even know what to say about that lmao I’m so bad at starting things and taking eight lifetimes to finish them. In my defense, I get obsessed with stuff and focus only on that for a while but then I move on for a while (in this case 5 years pft.) I thank the Bingo, Kaleidoscope and Casual A-Z challenges for giving me the motivation needed to FINALLY finish this game.

Bully is one of those classic games that can easily withstand the test of time. It’s such a good game with a damn good story and pretty cool characters. The main character has that little brother feel to me and I had that feeling throughout my playthrough.

I wanted him to succeed so I tried my best. And by “tried my best” I mean I failed a shit ton of times. Which brings me to my first complaint. When you fail a mission, there’s no option to retry, it just kicks you out and you have to run ALL the way back to the NPC that gave you that quest. This is super annoying, especially if you’re like me and fail a lot. I ended up giving up a few times because I got tired of having to run back and do everything over lol This is pretty understandable given the game’s age, though.

Another really weird thing for me is the button layout. Like, instead of O being the back button, it’s triangle. The amount of times I sat there pressing the O button repeatedly wondering why the feck nothing was happening lol And to pause the game, you press the touch pad instead of options. L2 and R2 cycle through your weapons/items, while you aim with L1 and shoot with R1. That kept messing me up on Mass Effect because I was pressing the wrong button (but I did learn the Mako has boost so it’s not all bad.)

I didn’t learn this until I was literally on the LAST chapter of the game, but you have to press the left side of the touch pad to get the map up. As someone who gets lost easily, this would have been really helpful lol

The trophies are all pretty simple, at least for the PS4 version. I didn’t really have any trouble with any except for “Sharp Dressed Man.” I’m not really one to buy clothes in games unless it’s my own character, like GTA, so I only have a couple pieces bought.

Between running around trying to make enough money and trying to FIND all the clothes, I think this is the trophy I spent the most time on. I was so confused because I bought out all the clothing stores, the school shop and the fair but still hadn’t reached 250. I read that the barber shop sells clothes, but I went to two and they had none so I didn’t bother checking the third. Turns out, 3rd time really is the charm lol

One thing I really love about this game is the fact that, when the game ends, it doesn’t actually end. It lets you run around and continue whatever you missed so you don’t have to play through the game again to collect trophies. The fact that this game, old as it is, had the thought to do this while new games don’t is honestly incredible. They do make you sit through the credits first, though. No amount of button pushing can skip ’em.

I suggest getting the flower trophy out of the way before finishing art class. You CAN flirt with guys, but there’s only like 2 or 3 that you can flirt with while you can flirt with ANY girl. I wish they had put a bit more into the NPC students… there’s only a couple unique students in each clique before they just copy and pasted them a bunch of times. It was kind of offputting… and creepy.

Maybe it’s just me, but the kiss trophy was painful. It’s so cringey watching them makeout and I had to look away, it’s just uncomfortable lol And the thing with Zoe… it was so weird because he had literally met her TWO TIMES and then they were talking about love. Is that normal for fifteen year olds? Am I just old?

Speaking of romance, here’s a hot take: Johnny Vincent deserves better! The whole game, I kept wishing he would just break up with that cheating [redacted]. Why did he keep taking her back? She claimed to love him but as soon as he turned around, she was making out with another guy. Not just one, either, she was with basically the whole ass school okay.

My man deserves better. Period.

Speaking of characters, whats-his-face nerd leader was creepy and annoying as hell. I thought he was cute at first but after seeing how he behaves, he became uglier every time he was on screen lol Derby is cute but I want to punch him sometimes. He reminds me of Atobe from Prince of Tennis in a way. Russel is the man and he is a precious idiot, okay.

The gym teacher was also a creep and I hate him. Like I said before, Jimmy is great and I view him as a baby brother. Must protect. Finally, I felt bad for Pete. He’s such a good kid but everyone treats him like dirt, even Jimmy – I would smack him for this if I could. Honestly, I think he’s the only sane person in this whole damn town.

I almost forgot to mention Dual Nebula. This trophy requires you to beat the high score in three different arcade games. The sumo one is the easiest, in my opinion, it only took me two or three tries. The one with the squirrel flinging nuts is second. I died a bunch of times but most of that was because I was trying to glitch it, having ZERO faith that I could do it on my own. The glitch didn’t work and I made it! Finally, the hardest one is the monkey one. It took me sooo many tries to get this one because you can’t jump over the spiders, you just gotta wedge yourself in the corner and hope for the best.

It was fun, but it’s time to say goodbye, Bullworth.

I think I’ve covered everything I wanted to about this game. It’s a really great game and I highly recommend checking it out. I didn’t do a playthrough of this game, but I do have some clips posted and a bunch more waiting to be posted. You can check out my playlist here.

I started this game on September 5th, 2017. I completed this game on January 14th, 2023.

My rating: ★★★★☆ (4.5)

Honestly, I wish I hadn’t done the clothes one last. Just look at the damn platinum screenshot, it’s terrible ò_ó) I should’ve waited on the last quest for Kleptomaniac… oh well. Nothing I can do now.

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[sharkonaut-draws]

Din did it ya’ll, the one thing he wanted so badly in his own show,

He is finally the side character.

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[mudhorn-djarin19]

Hey!! I really want a Joel Miller x Female reader where the storylines basically like Ellie and Joel but with the reader.

Reader is around 19-20 (if you’re okay with age gaps!) and Joel’s like 34+.

Joel and reader live together in Jackson (this will be after the hospital.)

They both have feelings for each other but neither is showing it.

Joel tells reader she needs to hang out with people her own age, settle down from all the hard work she’s been doing. He doesn’t think it’s healthy for her to hang around an “old man” all the time.

The reader is a bit hurt thinking Joel just wants to get rid of her a bit, but she ends up hanging out with some people her own age.

Maybe they’re assholes, she ends up roughing them up a bit and ends up blowing up on Joel?

(Fluff at the end!! And maybe some smut? Xox)

Hello and thank you for your request! And thank you so much for giving me a reason to finally write for Joel as well! <3 Sorry this took me some time to get around to sharing. I was out of town a lot last week so wasn’t around my computer to write much but alas, it is finally done and here~  I hope this is what you were looking for and enjoy! :) Warnings: language and a bit of harassment/attempted sexual assault (I kept it very minor and more so on the harassment side) Masterlist | Join my taglist via here!

You sat on the sofa cleaning off you and Joel’s guns, getting ready for the next trip out to the look outs this weekend. Joel was your roommate and partner for look out trips. He had returned from the hospital in Utah with Ellie a few months ago and returned here to live a peaceful life. Where life was safe within walls, where he had Tommy and Ellie to keep him company but still enough to keep him busy. You came along to Jackson not too long after on your own looking for safety. Thankfully you were taken in but, there was no housing available at the time so you had to live with someone else. Joel was kind and offered you a home in his place for the time being. Joel was a very nice older man you had come to realize over the last few months he lived with you. He was very kind, helpful and hell even attractive. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on him, but he was at least twice your age. You hummed a tune as you polished your rifle, not noticing Joel had entered the living room.

“That’s a good song you're humming there.” He said.

You jumped and sat the rifle down, leaning against your leg. “Joel, don’t scare me like that. Especially not when I have a loaded gun in my hand.”

Joel raised his hands up in apology and sat down next to you. “Sorry, sorry.”

“You’re fine but, geez.” You laugh. “So, what’re the plans for tonight?”

“Well, I was thinking of staying in and watching a movie. Ellie’s out doing something with some of the other kids. I am glad to see she is making friends finally.”

You smile and nod. “Yea it’s good to see her getting out and making friends. She deserves and needs it.”

“Speaking of getting out and making friends… Why don’t you go out tonight? Make some friends of your own.” Joel says.

“I have a few… friends I guess you could say.”

“It’s got to be boring for you to hang around this old man all the time. You should go make some friends your own age, maybe find someone to settle down with too?” Joel raises an eyebrow at you.

You bite your lip and sigh. “You’re not boring Joel. I am content with how things are.”

Joel sighs and leans back against the sofa. “I know but, I don’t think it’d hurt for you to get out some, socialize. Just give it a shot.”

Your eyebrows knit together in irritation now. Was he trying to get rid of you? You pout, slap your hands on your knees before standing. “Fine.”

“I hear there’s something going on at the pub tonight. Could be fun for you to check out.”

“Yeah…” You say, grabbing your rifle and heading back up the stairs to your room.

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You sat at a table in the far corner of the pub, grumbling to yourself. A bunch of the townsfolk had gathered here tonight for the monthly karaoke night and drinks. Sure there’s a bunch of people your age here you could hang and chat with but, you didn’t want to. You wanted to be back at the house, curled up and watching old movies with Joel. This wasn’t your scene. You looked around at all the people chatting and dancing, silently praying that no one approached you. However, as soon as you did, two girls approached you.

“You‘re Y/N right? The one who lives with Joel Miller?” The blonde one asks as she takes a seat. The brunette sitting in the seat across from you. “Yup, that’s me.”

“Isn’t it weird? Living with that old man?” She wrinkles her nose up when she asks.

Three guys approach the table next and stand around the table with you all.

“Huh? No, not at all. Joel’s really nice and he’s not that old…” You glare at her.

One of the guys laughs. “Pft, I bet they’re a thing. Why be with him when you could be with someone younger and can actually get it on huh?” He wraps his arm around you and wiggles his eyebrows.

You shrug him off of you and glare at him now too. “I’m done with this conversation…”

“Oh c’mon… he’s just being truthful.” The brunette says.

“Yeah. Can’t take the truth honey?” The blonde teases.

“So much for going out and making new friends…what assholes.” You mumble under your breath.

The guy approaches you again but before he can get to close you swing your fist out and sock him right in the nose.

“Motherfucker! What the hell?” He growls.

The two other guys stalk towards you around the table. The one pin you in between him and the wall. “She’s got a bite.”

“Move. I said I am done with this conversation.” You raise your fist again, ready to throw a punch at this guy too.

The guy smirks but, before he can do anything more he’s being ripped away from you and tossed to the ground, a familiar voice following.

“She said she was done with the conversation. Now get. All of you.” Joel barks at the group.

All of them stare at Joel like a deer in headlights then scamper away in fear. Joel looks at you to confirm you are okay. Once giving him a light nod he grabs your arms gently and leads you out of the pub back towards the house.

You shake his grip off of you once out the doors. “I had it handled back there.”

“I know you did but, I didn’t want anything else to happen so I felt I should step in. So I did.” Joel replies.

You follow him down the road back up the steps into the house. You stomp your way into the living room then plop down on the sofa, glaring at Joel who is leaning against the entryway door frame, arms crossed.

“Why were you even at the pub? I thought you were staying in for a movie night?”

“I got bored. Figured I’d swing by to see if you were doing okay and making any friends.” He replies.

“Yea, well as you can see I didn’t. No one wanted to talk to me and if they did they were just assholes.” You pout and cross your arms. “I don’t get why you are so adamant on me making friends. I am fine with how things are Joel.”

Joel sighs and pushes himself off the doorframe, walking over and sitting down on the sofa next to you. “I just… I don’t want you to get bored being around me all the time. You should hang out with people your own age, who do more and have fun. I know I don’t do much and have to be a bore to hang around all the time. Definitely can’t be healthy.“

“Joel, I appreciate the concern but as I said, I am content with how things are. You never bore me. I actually really enjoy being around you but, I get the impression today that you obviously don’t enjoy having me around.”

“What? No no… that’s not it at all! I enjoy being around you too. I just want you to be happy in life. Not feeling like you have to be stuck with me.” He replies.

“What if I want to be stuck with you?” You turn and tuck your legs to sit crisscrossed, facing him.

“What do you mean?” Joel asks.

You sigh. “Joel, I enjoy hanging out with you for reasons…” He doesn’t say anything or give you any indication that he understands or is confused. Just stays neutral. “Really? I have to actually say it? Ugh… For fuck sakes Joel. I like you okay? Like you as in…”

Joel’s snicker cuts you off. “Oh I know you do. I’m not a dumb old man. I've know for a bit. Look, I like you too if I am being honest but… don’t you want to be with someone your own age? Not with someone as old as me?”

You shake your head. “Not if they’re all like those assholes tonight. But even then, no. I just want you Joel. You're so caring, funny and handsome... ”

“Well, we may get some odd looks… and this’ll take some getting used to but, okay. I'm in if you are.” Joel says, reaching out and grabbing a hold of your hand.

“Fuck the weird looks. I don’t care what others think. And we got this. We already work together so well.” You smile, holding his hand back.

Joel tugs you towards him till you’re sitting on his lap, straddling him. “Agreed. We got this.” He says, one hand finds hold on your hip and the other sliding up to the back of your neck. He brings your lips closer to him but stops with mere inches, eyeing you to make sure you’re okay. You break the distance and crash your lips against his. You two continue to hold each other and kiss for several minutes until finally breaking for air.

“Why was confessing our feelings for each other scarier than fighting off a clicker?” You laugh.

Joel chuckles in response. “Something not as normal and we don’t do as often?” He shrugs. “But just like fighting clickers we got through and look where we are now.” He smirks.

“Much better off. Stronger. Happier. Shall I go on?” You smile and place a kiss on his jaw.

“Sorry for pushing you away. I didn’t want to. I was doing it for your sake for many reasons."

“It's okay. I understand your reasoning. Just don’t do it again. I want to hang out with you and only you. For many reasons.” You tease, wrinkling your nose up at him.

“Ye ma’am. Understood. She only wants to hang out and be with her old man.” Joel smiles back giving a salute in response. To which you roll your eyes in response.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #the last of us #the last of us 2 #fanfic

[melzula]

The Throne

part two

pairing: Zuko x Princess!reader

summary: Sokka goes undercover and Katara and the Princess encounter an unlikely ally

~ part of the fire lilies series ~

The royal square is bustling with activity as the water tribe gets ready for the new day. Merchants prepare their stands and the guards on night watch hand over their position to the morning relief, and everyone is simply much too busy to notice the three teenagers who sneak into the palace and past the guards towards Koa’s office. You lead the way, Sokka by your side while Katara keeps watch from the back, and all three of you are dressed in the exact same shade of blue that lines the inside of the palace. Koa’s office is just around the corner, and it’s with the motion of your hand that you stop your little troop and watch him emerge from the room. His eyes are shifty as always, gauging his surroundings as he locks the door shut, and it’s only when he’s completely out of sight that you rush out from the shadows.

“Sokka, the door,” you instruct, both you and Katara with water at the ready as you keep watch over the boy who gets to work on picking the lock. The transition period between the guards means there’s no one around to catch you, but you can never be too careful with these sorts of things.

Sokka is able to break in within a matter of seconds, allowing the three of you to hurry inside before shutting the door behind you. Koa’s office is neatly organized, so you should have no problem searching through his things for evidence; you take his desk, Katara looks through his shelves, and Sokka keeps an eye on the door in case anyone decides to make a surprise visit.

“You know, this is not how I pictured my first visit to the palace,” Sokka says with a slight frown.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize sincerely, pulling your mask below your chin as you meet his eyes. “Trust me, I wish it didn’t have to be this way either, and I wish I didn’t have to bring you both into this but it’s the only way we can make things right. Koa doesn’t care about the tribe, he only cares about himself, and if my mother and I don’t get the throne back soon there’s no telling what he’ll do.”

“I think I’ve got something,” Katara says, holding up what looks to be a journal.

“What’s it say?” Sokka asks as the two of you peer over her shoulders at the page.

“He’s got everything in here. Notes, check lists, calendars with important dates.”

“You know, for a villain Koa is super organized,” Sokka notes thoughtfully only for his sister to elbow him in the side.

“It looks like there’s a few pages missing from the book,” she says with a frown. “He must have known y/n would come snooping around eventually and taken out the important stuff.”

“But look here,” you say with a small gasp, “according to this he’s hosting a meeting with his supporters tonight in... the tunnel?!”

“You mean your secret tunnel with Zuko?"

“Yes! Oh, I can’t believe him!” You exclaim with disgust. “First my throne and now my secret tunnel?!”

“Don’t worry, Princess,” Sokka vows earnestly, “I’ll go to that meeting tonight and get down to the bottom of all of this. You and Katara keep snooping.”

“We might have to take a rain check on the snooping,” Katara says, “someone’s coming.”

The three of you are quick to scatter out of the office, Sokka going down one hall and you and Katara going down the other. There’s nothing you can do now other than wait for Sokka to come back with more information, and you hope to the spirits that things will turn out okay.

“Don’t worry. This isn’t the first time Sokka’s had to play detective,” Katara consoles you, “we’re going to get that dirt on Koa.”

“For the sake of the Southern Water Tribe, I hope you’re right.”

~~~

Choruses of laughter and lively chatter drift through the tunnel as Sokka approaches the entryway with a confident though causal gait and a charming smile, but this demeanor isn’t enough to get him past the guards who immediately block his path the moment he steps towards the entrance.

“State your business,” the taller of the two says.

“This is the secret anti-Princess meeting, right?” Sokka asks. “I too would like to participate in the slandering of y/n.”

“Aren’t you a friend of the Princess?” The other guard questions, his gaze narrowing suspiciously at the obviously nervous Sokka.

“A friend? Pft! Yeah, right! If by friend you mean enemy!” He scoffs a little too dramatically. “She thinks she’s so great with her... big crown... a-and pretty face... and fancy water bending?”

The two guards exchange quiet glances, and for a moment Sokka fears he’s been caught, but to his delight the two clear the way and allow him entry to the meeting. A good amount of men stand about conversing, most of them strangers to Sokka considering they’re not from his village, and it is because of this that he is able to easily blend in and walk about eavesdropping on the different conversations without being noticed.

“Koa’s going to strengthen our tribe, you’ll see.”

“The Princess will never live up to her father. I bet she cares more about her Fire Lord boyfriend than her own tribe. Koa says it’s true.”

“Koa said it was Prince Zuko who killed Chief Tukon. How can someone be with the person responsible for their own father’s death?! She’s obviously lost her mind.”

“She doesn’t deserve the throne. She’s selfish, she’s childish, and she isn’t even a very good water bender. Did you see her hands? If that were me I wouldn’t have gotten burned.”

“Wow, you guys are seriously misinformed,” Sokka mutters under his breath, his jaw clenching as he bites back the urge to defend your name. Luckily, all conversation ceases as Koa appears at the center of the room, preventing the boy from blowing his cover with an angry outburst.

Sokka scrambles to follow the movements of the other men, most of them guards and a handful of them villagers, but all salute Koa and express their praise for the man who gives them a pleased smile before raising his hand to silence the men.

“Thank you all for coming here. I admire your perseverance and your dedication to the cause. With the rise and fall of the sun a new day approaches, and with each day that passes the Princess continues to fall short of her duties. What has she done other than take part in a mediocre party she threw for herself? What of the rest of us, the men trying to rebuild our lives in the wake of her absence?”

Oh, I don’t know, maybe saved the world, Sokka thinks bitterly to himself. Man, this guy is so lucky Zuko isn’t around.

“Under my rule we could get the Southern Water Tribe back to its rightful place in the world. We don’t need the Fire Nation or our sister tribe or anyone else. Trust in me, and you will have everything you should ever desire.”

“But our sister tribe is our ally,” one of the men says, “I have family there. Shouldn’t we remain in contact?”

“What has the North ever done for you?” Koa sneers, quieting the man and only further fueling Sokka’s hatred for Koa. What does he know?! “Once the Princess is taken care of, the North will be next.”

All the men look upon one another uneasily, but no one dares speak against Koa. Attacking their sister tribe doesn’t seem right, but surely he knows what’s best for them?

“How are we going to take care of the Princess?” Sokka calls from the crowd, deepening his voice and ducking down in the back so as to not draw attention to himself.

“I’m glad you asked,” Koa says with a sinister smirk. “She’s overstayed her welcome for much too long. It’s time we drove her out of the palace once and for all.”

“And how will we do that, sir?”

“A mutiny.”

~~~

“Princess?” Kai splutters in surprise at the sight of you and Katara standing in his front doorway.

“Kai, I know this is a lot to ask of you but I need you to let me go through your father’s things,” you say.

“Okay,” Kai shrugs simply, prompting you and Katara to exchange surprised glances.

“Wait, really? You’re not going to even ask why?”

“I know my dad’s a jerk, and I know you’re doing your best to put the tribe back together,” he explains simply as he leads the two of you to his father’s bedroom. “He’s honestly been kind of a pain lately, and I feel like he’s going to do more harm than good. Why shouldn’t we try to stop him?”

“Wow, that’s really noble of you,” Katara murmurs slowly.

“Maybe if he’d been a little nicer to me I might have reconsidered helping you, but it is what it is. You have plenty of time to explore, but I’ll keep watch just in case he comes back early.”

“Thank you, Kai. Honestly, you have no idea how much this means to me,” you profess earnestly. The boy smiles shyly in return.

“Anything for you, y/n,” he replies, and with that you and Katara are off in search of more evidence.

“I hope Sokka’s doing okay,” you murmur softly as you shuffle through Koa’s things.

“He knows what he’s doing,” Katara consoles you. “You know he’d do anything for you.”

“Yeah, I know...”

“Hey, I found the missing pages!” Katara says, her brows furrowing as she reads over the notes.

“What is it?”

“These notes... They’re plans to invade the North.”

“What?!” You exclaim in surprise as you join her side and peer over the handwriting. “That’s impossible! There’s no way anyone will go along with that.”

“Not according to these papers. ‘Every man is expendable. Do whatever it takes and get rid of anyone who tries to get in the way,’” she reads carefully. “Koa isn’t just trying to take your throne away, but the Northern throne too.”

“He always used to make subtle suggestions about the North to my father when he was advisor, but I never knew they were this serious...” you utter solemnly. “We have to stop him before it’s too late.”

“Y/N! Katara!” Sokka shouts, startling the two of you.

“Sokka, quiet down! You’re going to get us caught!” His sister scolds. “What is it?”

“Koa wants to invade the North!”

“We know that already!”

“Yeah, well do you also know that he and the guards are staging a mutiny three days from now against y/n?!” He reiterates. Your face pales with worry and your stomach begins to sink as you process the news Sokka has just delivered.

“A mutiny?” You squeak, the two siblings immediately ceasing their bickering to rush to your side and comfort you. You try to hold back the tears, but you can’t help the way your shoulders begin to shake and your bottom lip begins to quiver. “I really am a failure...”

“No, don’t say that!” Katara protests, pulling you into her arms for possibly the tightest hug you’ve ever received in your entire life. “None of this is your fault.”

“But it is! You and my mother say it’s not my fault but none of this would have happened if I hadn’t left home!”

“Y/n—”

“And I know what you’re going to say, and no, I don’t regret leaving. I don’t regret any of it because then I wouldn’t have Zuko or Iroh or Suki or you guys. But that doesn’t change the fact that my selfishness has now put both tribes in danger. I’ll never be the leader my father was.”

“No, you won’t,” Sokka says much to your surprise, carefully wiping away the tears that fall down your cheeks. “You’ll never be your father, because you’re not supposed to be like him. You’re you, Princess y/n of the Southern Water Tribe, master water bender and rightful heir to the throne. You can do this.”

“We believe in you, y/n,” Katara reinforces firmly. “And we’re going to help you get through this. No matter what.”

“Thank you,” you sniffle, wiping away your tears before holding your chin high. “You’re right. I can’t get anything done if I just sit here and cry. If Koa wants a fight then I’ll be ready for a fight. Sokka, Katara, I hate to ask this of you but is there any chance your father and his men will be willing to help?”

“Dad already said he’d be here to help if you needed it. Our village is just as eager for the end of Koa’s reign as we are,” Katara says. “They’re falling apart without the resources Koa promised them.”

“We know what’s coming and we know what to do,” Sokka reiterates. “We’ll be ready for Koa.”

“And that’s a promise.”

~~~

The flames of the fire that surround the throne glow brilliantly along the palace walls and bathe the room in a peaceful light. On the throne sits Fire Lord Zuko, his knee bouncing anxiously as he awaits the arrival of his servant. He hopes the delay means there’s news waiting for him, but when she arrives empty handed Zuko deflates.

“There was nothing?”

“We received no new letters from the Southern Water Tribe,” she replies solemnly, bowing her head in respect. Zuko is silent for a moment as he does his best to quell his panic.

“I see,” he murmurs thoughtfully before reaching into his robe for the scroll safely tucked away inside and unraveling it to look over his own letter.

To my beloved Princess,

I haven’t heard from you since I last saw you, I hope you’re alright. I’m sure you’re doing amazing things for your tribe, and I couldn’t be more honored to call you my girlfriend. I wish you only the best and hope this letter finds you well. Please write me back when you can just so I can sleep soundly knowing you’re okay and safe. I love you.

- Zuko

“Make sure this gets to Princess y/n,” he orders as he hands the scroll to the servant.

“Yes, my lord,” she replies earnestly before scurrying off to deliver the message and leaving Zuko to stew in his own thoughts.

“Spirits, help me,” he sighs with a tired rub of his eyes. It’s been a long week and each day that passes without word from you is another day of agonizing torture. “Please be okay...”

You really should have told Zuko about Koa from the beginning.

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[nightfall-kachiniko]

I’ll never hurt you again..  (Jealous! Hawks x reader Angst)

 Summary:  You, Y/N were waiting for your boyfriend to get off of work, you stood in front of the ‘Heroics Management and Patrol Headquarters’ or the ‘HM & PH” building; the place where your boyfriend worked. You decided to surprise him,  but then as you were waiting, a guy came up to you and started to comment inappropriate things about your appearance. Your boyfriend, stops him in a way that made you feel a certain way about him, the way you have never felt before about your boyfriend..                            You felt fear.

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               Hawk’s in a relationship means, 

he. Loves. the. heck. out of you! So when he saw some guy talking to you and making romantic gestures, he had to butt in......

  “Y/N” The pro hero called out to his partner, with a seemingly angered look on his face. 

“o-oh! Hey-” Y/N was cut off.

“who the hell are you.” He looked at the guy you were talking with. He was a 6,0 dark haired guy who had commented on your appearance, you being the nice person you, are thanked him and just went along with the conversation, avoiding the inappropriate  remarks like “Those leggings look good on you, especially with those shoes” and brushing them off with a small ‘Thank you’. With him trying to touch your arm and you backing away slowly, you were clearly uncomfortable. I guess the guy didn’t get the hint. 

He pointed to the man standing in-front of the both of you, eyebrows narrowed, and his eye slightly twitching. “Keig-” “I just wanted to say she looked hot,” The guy cut you off, shrugging his shoulders along with a mischievous look on his face. “Oh really..?” Your boyfriend stepped closer to him, looking him directly in the face, “Because what I saw looked more than just a ‘comment on her looks”  You grabbed his arm before he got anymore closer to the guy, unaware of his intentions, and worried you would have to break up a fight. 

 “Keigo, I-it’s fine! Really!” Your boyfriend shook your hand off his arm, loosening his grip. “No. The hell. It’s not.” He shot his remark at you with immense rage and anger, jealously in his tone. You’d never seen him like this, ever. It almost scared you to know that your sweetheart, your soft boyfriend was ready to hurt someone. “Listen, if you have a problem with it, then that’s on y-” 

“Obviously she was uncomfortable, yet you kept on making remarks about her body, in spite of the fact you knew that,” The man with red wings said.

“Pft, please she’s fine, it’s guy’s like you who make their girlfriend’s into little wimps!” The dark haired guy shot at your partner, who was now barley holding back his rage. 

“You’ve got a fuckin NERVE..pulling that shit on me” Keigo Immediately responded with. 

“Oh really..” The dark haired guy lazily walked closer to him, his haze uncaring and ready for anything. “And just what.. are you.. gonna do about it” 

They were closer than ever, your lover’s gold eyes stared deep into the man’s eyes.  “Keigo We should go before you do something irrationa-” 

With just one swift movement, Your boyfriend punched the guy in his face, knocking him backwards. “K-KEIGO!” The dark haired guy tried to punch him just as hawk’s grabbed his fist, pulling him to his side, and kicking him in the gut as well. “KEIGO STOP!”  the guy was now on the ground, and he kicked him in his stomach, causing him to bleed through his nose with the force of that movement. You pulled your boyfriend back, “PLEASE STOP!” you looked at him dead in the eyes, tears filling your own. The man, coughing and choking on the ground.

 The pro hero tried to go forward again trying to kick him but you once again pulled him back. “YOu FUcKe-” “KEIGO THATS ENOUGH!” you made his eyes look at your own, just as he noticed how they were filled with tears. His breath shaking, now seeing how his actions not only affected the guy who tried hurting you, but his one and only, his baby bird.. 

It was true, he was.. scary.. acting like that. Something you never feared of in him was him not being able to control his anger, but now, after seeing Keigo almost kill a person, weather they were in the right or wrong, gave you that fear.. that fear you never thought you would ever have.

You were afraid of him.. You were truly terrified of Keigo. 

..... Terrified of Keigo.. The pro hero who vowed to never hurt you...

He looked at you in realization of  your fear. “O-oh my god.. Y/N”  His eye’s looking at your’s, your wet, teary, eyes. As he realizes you were backing up slowly. “Y/n..” he looked at his hands that were covered in a bit of blood and then back up at you. “H-hey, h-hey..” You started sobbing out loud now, hating the fact that you really, was.. afraid. 

“Y/N I-” he stepped a bit closer to you. avoiding the guy who was passed out on the concrete.  He pulled you into a hug, you still shaking, trembling. “b-baby bird..” You sniffed and wiped back your tears. “I would never hurt you..I would never hurt you the way I hurt that..disgusting man,” He rubbed your head, trying to calm you.. “Hey.. I love you.. I love you.” He placed a small peck on your head. “I promise, I would never....please..god..please don’t be afraid of me.” 

After a while of your boyfriends calming talk, you finally eased down, and you both seperated the hug. “I know you would never..But please, never do that again, not to that extent!” You sighed, looking at the guy who was now, passed out.  “I promised” he said and sealed that with a kiss. 

“W-will he-” “He’ll be fine, I only punched his head once, he should be fine.” Keigo grabbed your hand in reassurance. 

“Plus im not calling a paramedic for that stupid ass guy, he deserved it” 

His remark made you let out a tiny, fake, laugh. 

                        I promise, i’ll never hurt you again... 

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[softcallofdutyimagines]

More Then a Woman | Frank Woods x Fem!Reader | Chapter 5

Summary:

I once again expose myself for being into older men, and you and Woods go on your first date

Tags: Slow burn, fluff, age difference

Chpt 1 | Chpt 2 | Chpt 3 | Chpt 4 | Chpt 6 | Warnings: strong language and some age difference, in case you don't like that

“Anyway, can I help you with something?”

Your friendly voice and sweet smile pull him out of his thoughts. Frank looks down at you, and instantly lets his nerves get the better of him. This was a mistake from the beginning.

He looks away, attempting to mask his insecurities with a gruff exterior, “Uh, it’s nothing. Sorry, may-”

“Oh no no, it’s fine, really! I just have to deliver these papers and then I can be right with you”, you smile encouragingly, and then… he decides to stay. More due to the fact that he feels unable to say no to you rather than by his own resolve, however.

He’ll have to watch out for that.

So he waits. There’s exactly one other chair in your office, a squat cube shaped thing sitting on the other side of your desk. Clearly this is something you own and brought in, rather than a piece of furniture that was given to you like that plain old black office chair behind your desk. The chair looks like it was brightly colored once, and smacks of something salvaged from the early 70s and dragged into the modern era. Still, it’s rather comfortable despite the faded, slightly sagging state of it.

Frank traces his fingers up and down the angular arm rest, thinking of you. You know, now that he’s had the chance to look around… There’s actually quite a few things of the past in here. He sees a bulky old camera and even a typewriter tastefully displayed amongst a few other nik naks on your shelves, both of which look like they were rolled out around the time he was just a child.

For a moment, he feels uncomfortable again and far too old to be trying something like this with you. But then, the anxiety is washed away with the musing that perhaps…. You like old things.

He can’t help but huff a laugh at that. A wishful thought on his part, maybe, and yet… not completely untrue.

“What’s so funny?”, your curious voice pulls him out of his thoughts as you suppress a small laugh of your own.

“Huh? Oh, nothing just… That camera’s gotta be older than I am”, he chuckles and points to the black box of a thing just above you. “What are you doing with a piece of junk like that anyway?”, he laughs.

You gasp in mock hurt, “It’s not junk! It works!” Suddenly you seem to grow quite excited, trotting up to retrieve the object in question. Cradling it carefully, you swing around your desk and take a seat on the hardwood, showing off your treasure, “This is a Kodak Cartridge Hawk-Eye from 1926!” You enunciate the date excitedly as though it were a relic from the dinosaur days, meanwhile all Woods can think of is that that was only a mere four years before he was born.

For a few minutes longer, you go on giving a whole info dump on all you know about the little device, wave upon wave of building excitement adding to your voice and before long, Frank finds himself being swept up in it all. No offence, but… he really doesn’t give a single fuck about the camera. But, the way it has you grinning bright as sunshine. The electric spark in your eyes. The way you give his arm a gentle touch to brace him for what you seem to think is a very riveting fact…

He would listen to you talk about that damn thing all day, just to see you like this.

Before he knows it, the lecture is over and he couldn’t be more disappointed. You shake your head, just now realizing you’ve gone off on a tangent once again. “Ugh, sorry…”, you laugh it off and go to put it away, “I just get so excited about my antiques. I love that stuff, you know? Anyway, before I go off again… What was it you wanted to see me for?”

Suddenly, Frank can feel his heart clench tight. He had almost forgotten why he came, and now… he’s wishing you would’ve too.

“Oh? Uh, why… Why did I-? Uh… Yeah, um, so-”

Damn it! He never thought he’d say this, but he’d rather be in a gunfight right now. Anything then this… juvenile, high school shit. You’ve since returned to your spot on the edge of your desk. Despite his highly suspicious stuttering, your expression remains polite and even encouraging as you wait for him to formulate a coherent sentence.

While his mind reels for some sort of excuse, anything to get him out of this situation he’s dug for himself, his nervous gaze lands on the very last thing it needs to right now. Your eyes are glittering in this afternoon light. Do you know that?, he thinks. You’ve locked eyes right back at him, but the situation is anything but awkward. He appreciates the way that you aren’t afraid of him. That you’re willing to show him patience and understanding… Like he’s a fucking human being, instead of some crazy old veteran that you’re just indulging until you can finally get rid of him.

The longer he looks back at you, the more and more he can feel the tension melting out of him. Each muscle in his body slowly but surely unclenches, allowing him to relax at last as he leans back into his seat. He can’t lie to you. You don’t deserve that.

Damn it…

Frank breaks eye contact at last. He flexes his hand gently, working out the nervous energy, as he makes a fist. “I uh… I was just wondering if, maybe… you wanted to get coffee sometime…”

Immediately he braces for… well, he’s not sure what exactly, but rejection for sure. He closes his eyes so he can’t see the disgusted face you must be making, and all the muscles he’d just set at ease jump back into bands of iron across his chest, tensed so tight, he feels like his heart might stop. It’s only been a few seconds, but it feels like years have passed when you finally respond…

“Sure! What time would work for you?”

His eyes snap open as he jerks his head around to look at you, not entirely sure he heard you right. But then… there’s that same, sunny smile and electrified eyes that tell him you mean it.

“I-I uh…”, and just like that, he snaps out of it. Woods sits up straight, fixing a strand of hair that’s strayed from its place, and grinning excitedly himself. He hasn’t felt like this in… years. “W-well what time would work for you? I’m sure as shit not doing anything”, he laughs.

You think for a moment, “Oh! Say, do you go for a run on Saturdays too?”

Pft, not lately. “Yeah! Why?”

You light up, “Great! Tell you what, let's meet up and we can go for a run together then hit that coffee shop we met at last time. Would that be alright? Could be fun!”

As though you even needed to ask, he’s already agreeing. The two of you make some more concrete plans like the wheres and whens specifically before preparing to head your separate ways. You stop him and scribble down your number on a torn sheet of paper. “Just in case”, you smile. “And hey… Loser pays”, you break out into laughter.

“Oh yeah?”, he smiles back, “Don’t think I’ll go fucking easy on you!”, he calls, half way down the hall by now as you wave him off.

When you’ve retreated out of sight, Woods takes a look around. Alone again. Good. He reaches into his pocket and gingerly retrieves the slip of paper. Over and over again he reads and re-reads the chicken scratch handwriting you’ve produced. To him, it’s wonderful.

By the time he gets to his car, he feels like he knows that number better than his own dog tag ID. He slips the precious sheet into his wallet, the first of a few select reminders of you that he’ll keep safe in there.

As the few short days go by, he waits restlessly until he can see you again. And finally… Finally, Saturday morning comes.

5:26 am, and he’s up before his alarm. He doesn’t even need to check the digital clock to see what day it is. He already knows as he jumps out of bed and races to get ready. In no time at all he meets you early at the nearby park you agreed to meet at. You’ve come prepared in your high tops, short shorts, and nylon catsuit. Stylish and modern, but thankfully not as over the top as what the fashion industry would have you in.

It takes every ounce of willpower within him to keep his eyes up.

“Ready?”, you stretch your arms up high, only accentuating your body as you do so.

Frank can feel himself turning red as he status out an affirmative, earning… is that a smirk? from you.

“Alright then, ready… set…”, without warning you bolt off for a head start.

“Hey!”

He wants to be mad, but… He’s just having too much fun, damn it. About half way through, it’s a fair race, and although he’s beating you it’s not by that much. Once he’s proved to himself that he’s still got it, Woods allows himself to fall back, giving you the ego boost you need to stick it out and sprint to the finish, tired as you are.

Frank trots to a stop behind you shortly, only slightly more out of breath then you are. He may have let you win, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t give him hell in the first half.

“Cheater”, you give his shoulder a light punch and a knowing look.

“Me?”, he laughs, ignoring the accusation that he would ever let someone else beat him in a competition, “What do you call that stun at the start?”

You merely laugh, wiping some sweat from your brow as you head towards the door of the coffee shop. The bell chimes as you enter and walk up to the counter together. You place your orders, and Frank pays. You wait in silence for your orders, merely taking the time to completely catch your breath.

Drinks and breakfast in hand, you sit by the large bay windows together. The sun has just peeked over the horizon, filling the room with a golden glow. A halo of light shines around you, catching every perfect curve and angle you have to offer as you grace him with your presence. The food and coffees are nearly forgotten as you both get caught up talking about everything and nothing all at once. Conversation topics turn and change like leaves in the wind, easily transitioning from one to the other as you slowly yet surely get to really know one another.

Frank is on the edge of his seat, waiting eagerly to hear what you have to say next as he talks with you. It’s the most excited he’s been to hear someone else drone on and on in his entire life. By the time you’re both feeling talked out, the sun is well on it’s way to rising and the morning dew has since evaporated.

But, it doesn’t matter. How could he ever feel time was wasted when it was spent with you?

The two of you walk back towards the park, making sure to take it slow so you can get the most out of what little time you have left together.

“And then I said, ‘Looks don't count for shit in the jungle. This is 'Nam baby!’ “

You burst out laughing, “Did you really? And then what happened!”

He grins, “Well, the- Oh, wait, we’re uh, we’re here…”

The two of you stop at the edge of the parking lot. It’s practically empty aside from your lone car only a stone’s throw away. At that, the mirth seeps from you as well as you agree.

“Well… I guess… thanks. I had fun, you know”, Frank turns to face you, hoping more than anything that you enjoyed yourself as well.

“Yeah, me too!”, that familiar little smile that he’s grown so fond of slowly makes its way back. “Maybe… Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Besides,”, you act on a jolt of courage, stretching up on the tips of your toes to press a little kiss to his rough, stubbly cheek, “you have to tell me the rest of your story”

You lick your lip and give it a little nervous bite as you shyly take his hand in yours for comfort.. It feels huge, more like a bear paw than a human hand, compared to yours. “Well… See you later…”, you turn and begin to back away, holding his hand until you can no longer reach, forcing you to let go. You offer him one last smile, but all he can do is stand there, frozen amongst a roar of emotions.

Woods lifts a hand to his cheek, reverently caressing the spot your lips touched. The depth, breadth, and complexity of feeling circling in his mind are far too much for him to ever put into words. But, out of them all, one rings out loud and clear. He’s so, so…

Happy.

#black ops cold war #call of duty #frank woods #frank woods x reader #cod fanfic

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Tiptoeing: Around You | m.

✰ Pairing: Christian Yu/Reader 

› Genres: Smut, Fluff, Mildest of Angst

✰ Rating: 18+ 

› Warnings: Language

✰ Status: Oneshot 

› In Collaboration: With @shadowsremedy​ who altered my plans a little, but I don’t mind it. Here is his fic, they’re both in the same universe: Tiptoeing: Around Love.

✰ Beta Read: @suhdays​ and @ppersonna​

›  Banner: @shadowsremedy​

✰ Summary: YN has pined after Christian for a while, but after one more kick in the butt by her best friend and an evening in the same room she finally acts on those feelings.

›  A/N: This fic was written for the sweet and mildly chaotic @dee-ehn​ for her birthday. You deserve the world, but since I cannot give you that we’re going to have to settle for some fictional content starring the ever handsome and rude Christian Yu. I hope you enjoy it love and I hope your day was great!

“Pft, you’re no better than me,” YN whispered into her phone.

There was a loud chuckle on the other side and then it stopped abruptly.

“Yeah, but at least I have a girlfriend. You’re out here acting like a lovesick puppy for a guy who is clearly into you. I don’t know how much sadder this can get at this point. It’s been months, YN,” Yoongi said.

Naturally, she rolled his eyes at his words. The fact that all of that was true mattered not. Or at least most of it was true, she wasn’t quite sure if Christian was into her. Everyone said he was and there were some signs, like flirting and being touchy but he was like that with a few of his close friends. That alone couldn’t be the indicator for his feelings. If they were feelings at all. For all she knew she and everyone else were seeing the signs of lust and not romantic feelings that led to a monogamous relationship.

At least that’s what the voice in her head told her when she got up the courage to think he actually liked her and planned to act on it. The pesky ass voice couldn’t let her have nice things.

Despite her clear acknowledgement of the factualness of what he said she couldn’t let him have the last word. It just wasn’t a true testament to their friendship if she didn’t try to gain the upper hand.

“Well, at least I’m not using fuckboy antics to get out of telling the person I’m dating I love them. You can’t use that psycho bitch, who tried to kill me might I add, as an excuse for why you don’t say it forever, Yoon. Especially since you know Jamie isn’t like that. But you gotta take the plunge and talk to her before too much time has passed and she won’t want to listen anymore.”

There was a brief silence before a dramatic sigh left his lips. YN could imagine the look on his face as he did it too. A mix of sadness, resignation, and annoyance at the fact that she was right. They wouldn’t be such close friends if they both didn’t hate being proven wrong while also understanding the other enough to know when it was the right moment to push it.

“Okay,” he whispered.

“What was that?”

“Okay! You’re right. But you need to stop tiptoeing around the subject and just tell him already. He likes you, let him know you feel the same way,” he said.

That got YN to sigh with about as much feeling as Yoongi had. Her body felt tired as she thought of having to speak those words, but she realized she really needed to get it over with. Even if she threw up in the process, it had to happen.

“Okay,” she mumbled.

“Hm? What was that?” he mocked her.

“Okay, damn. I’ll do it. So annoying.”

Again, he laughed and it made her happy to hear him not so down like he’d been for days. Of course, the laughter could only help so much, but it was better than nothing.

Biting her lower lip her head turned so she looked at the studio door where the man who she was losing it over was. He waited for her to bring in snacks and she’d stopped part way to call Yoongi about something unrelated to the conversation they had. One that she was so lost in that she didn’t realize twenty minutes more than needed had gone by.

“Shit, I have to go. I should have been back already. I’ll call you later. Love you. Bye.” she said.

Yoongi laughed. “Love you too.”

With that she hung up the call and took a deep breath before walking towards the studio door. Her hand grasped the knob for a few seconds as she took a deep breath and thought over Yoongi’s words. Maybe the all-nighter they planned was the right place or maybe it was the worst possible place for her to do that since she’d still have work to do if he reacted negatively.

When she finally opened the door and stepped in she’d decided to just see what happened. There would be no forcing herself to say anything about it or actively stopping herself. For once she’d go with the flow, with a bit of hope that she’d randomly get the urge to blurt it out like she sometimes did.

Upon her entry Christian’s head whipped up to look at her. He stared her down as she kicked off her shoes and made her way to her seat. The expression on his face didn’t give way to his thoughts, but she assumed he was confused as to why it took her so long to get back.

“You get lost?” he asked, taking the bag from her.

“Nope. Just had a phone call.”

Christian paused for a second, his brow raised in question.

“Yoongi?”

YN didn’t stop what she was doing for many people, especially when it came to work related things needing to be done. But Yoongi was her oldest friend and she’d hop on a plane without a moment's notice if he needed her. That meant that usually people could guess who she’d been talking to easily.

“Yeah. He wanted to whine some,” she said.

Her attention moved to the computer in front of her, which still held the work she’d left off on. Christian had messed with something a little, but for the most part had seemed to be focused on what went on upon his own screen. Something about what he was doing reminded her of a thing she’d forgotten with the clip was editing and despite the hunger that plagued her she went straight into work. Of course, she felt Christian’s eyes on her the whole time and heard him chewing away at the snacks in the bag but her mind hyper focused so none of that matter.

About fifteen minutes passed before her hands stopped moving and Christian used that to pull her chair for the desk. Her immediate reaction was to tell him off, but he shoved half of a sandwich towards her mouth and she found herself biting it without a thought. That brought a smug expression to his face, but she merely rolled her eyes and snatched the sandwich.

There was some small protest from him, but it stopped as she took another bite of the sandwich. YN was so hungry that she hadn’t really chewed anything or tasted it for that matter. She’d had little to eat throughout the day because they’d needed some last-minute shots and that left her running here and there. Anything consumed was burned off within an hour or two. Which is why Christian had offered they go get dinner first, but she knew a heavy meal would make her focus on editing harder. Food made her sleepy most of the time.

“Slow down,” Christian said, his Australian accent thickening with the worry in his tone.

But his warning was too late because she’d shoved the last piece into her mouth and swallowed it. Her hand reached for the other in his hand, but he gently pushed it away and handed her an opened water instead. She glared at him but drank down the water; though with the way he stared at her she stopped herself from downing half of it in a few seconds. Sips were slow and small until she felt her throat less dry.

“Now can I have the other half?” she asked, her voice sickly sweet and a pout on her lips.

For a moment Christian just stared his eyes focused on something on her face. At first, she wondered if she’d gotten anything on it while eating, but then she watched him bite his lower lip and his eyes flicker up to her’s and then down again. She thought that he had to be looking at her lips and her heart did a thing, though her mind wasn’t sure if it was him wanting to kiss her or something being on them. In a moment of uncertainty, she wiped at the lip and came up with nothing, but that seemed to be enough to snap Christian out of whatever trance he’d been in.

Without a word he passed her the other half of the sandwich and then got busy unwrapping his own. Silence followed with a few words spoken here and there when one of them stared at either screen long enough to have a question rise up. It was a good little break from YN’s thoughts about what happened minutes before and also got her mind ready for what she was going to do for the next several hours. Dread filled her, but knew it wasn’t impossible by any means.

“Ready?” Christian asked after finishing off his tea.

YN nodded and just like that they got to work.

Christian was to focus on piecing together a visual that would encompass the entire comeback the Dabin planned, while YN was focused on getting through the main music video. There were some others she had to do, but they were all shorter and didn’t need some of the magic that the main one did. Part of her cursed the team for being so damn ambitious, but it kept her on her toes so she couldn’t complain. Well, wouldn’t complain until she felt the urge to pull out her hair because something wasn’t working.

But for once she went through her edits without any real roadblocks. She navigated the things that they’d talked about adding and her own ideas for things to flow seamlessly. There were a few snags here and there, but they were nothing that she couldn’t fix in a few minutes or that Christian couldn’t help her with.

They’d long learned to work together fluidly so all of it came easily.

A few hours in YN pulled her headphones off and pushed her chair away from the desk. Carefully, she stood up and stretched her body since it got a little stiff from sitting in one position for so long. Once she’d properly given them the movement they needed a yawn ripped free from her lips and she felt a wave of tiredness hit her. Of course, she wasn’t done by any means.

“I’m going to get something hot and something with caffeine from the kitchen, you want anything?” she asked.

Christian didn’t respond so she poked him hard and repeated herself, he shook his head no without ever glancing her way. She knew he’d complain later, but she didn’t have it in her to pester him, so she slipped on a pair of slides near the door and ventured out.

The kitchen in the building DPR was set up in wasn’t too far from Christian’s studio, in fact she walked back fifteen feet to get to it. Something she was thankful about because despite being in motion she felt her body grow more tired as each second passed. It’s why she was quick to grab an energy drink from the fridge and down that thing. It was followed by the consumption of red ginseng because it always helped her in some way. Or at least she placebo effected herself into that thought. After she moved to make herself some hot chocolate. Thankfully, they had a Keurig, so she didn’t have to worry about heating water herself. By the time it was done she’d gotten a few large marshmallows from her hidden stash and happily deposited on top of the hot, chocolatey liquid.

With her energy drinks consumed and her hot beverage ready she made her way back to the room. She took care not to spill any of the drink and sat it down on the small table that Christian kept over on her side. It was where she sat all her drinks or food out of fear that she would knock it over if it were on the desk with all the equipment.

The moment her butt hit the chair there was a frustrated grunt and Christian all but threw his headphones down. His right hand moved to card through his hair and his eyes closed as he let out a harsh breath.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she moved closer.

There was no response, but she waited for him to get his bearings. Sometimes editing made you so annoyed that words failed to come together right away. There had been many instances where someone asked her questions and all they got in return was grunts or her starting a word only to scream halfway through.

A minute or two went by before he opened his eyes and spoke up.

“I just can’t get it to transition like I want. I’ve been trying different methods for the last hour and assumed I wanted to try out all the options, but they just fuckin’ suck. I don’t want it to suck. It needs to not suck.”

“I doubt it sucks, let me see,” she said as she moved even closer.

However, Christian was having none of it and knocked his chair into hers so she’d go back onto her side. He was stubborn as hell when in a mindset of defeat, so she had to be persistent. She knocked chairs with him a few more times before getting up. Before he could steady himself she pushed it back and it rolled almost to the door. Standing she leaned over and looked at what he had. Nothing sucked per se, but she could see what his issue was.

She got several clicks in before he protested again.

“I’ll just choose one and come back to it tomorrow or something. It’s fine, you have your own stuff to work on.”

“Shh.”

“Did you just shh me?” he asked incredulously.

Rolling her eyes she turned around to glare at him but froze up when she realized he was standing and doing it awfully close to her. His head was tilted down as he stared at her and with the way she’d held her head up high their faces where maybe an inch apart.

In an instant the atmosphere changed and YN did not know what to do. Part of her screamed to back away quickly and the other part of her wanted her to close the gap. The voices in her head were at war and then she noticed his eyes on her lips again and threw out all fear.

As she leaned closer Christian did too and soon enough their lips were pressed against each other. The initial kiss was chastise, something to test the waters, but once they got comfortable with it the intensity grew. Their heads tilted and their bodies pressed closer together. Soon enough YN’s fingers were threaded in his hair and his hands caressed her hips and ass.

With her lips on his all thoughts kind of left her, besides how soft they were and how she wished she’d kissed him sooner. And how she didn’t want to stop doing it.

Christian squeezed her ass a little too hard though and in retaliation she slowed the kiss and bit his lower lip. When he stilled she worried about if he didn’t like that, but then he released a sound akin to a growl. His lips were on hers again in seconds and she got so wrapped up in the kiss that she didn’t realize that he’d started lowering onto his chair and bringing her with him. She didn’t start to pay attention until he had her straddle one of his thighs.

He wasted no time with subtlety bouncing that thigh causing a bit of friction between her legs. It was bearable for a while but then he pressed a little hard and her lips parted as a gasp escaped them. Christian took that as a chance to slip his tongue into her mouth, swirling around hers. Though compliant with all his actions YN did try to gain control of the kiss, but all it took was another firm grazing of her crotch to have her moaning out. One bounce in particular had her pulling away from his lips.

But just because she stopped didn’t mean that Christian did, his lips went to kiss along her collarbone which was readily exposed in the off the shoulder top she wore. The feeling of them on her skin sent a shiver up her spine and inadvertently had her grinding down on his thigh, which only got her even more excited.

Her pleasure must have been apparent because once again Christian’s hands were on her hips. Unlike before though he used that leverage to move her along his thigh. With his lips still kissing across her shoulder and neck he moved her back and forth, ensuring he was pressing down enough that she could feel the friction despite her shorts.

The pace was slow at first, but it was enough to ensure that YN was growing wetter by the second. Her body felt on fire and it didn’t help when Christian began to suckle hickies onto her. She felt very stimulated and that’s what caused her to cry out in pleasure when he began to speed up the pace.

“Fuck,” she said.

“Oh, we’ll definitely get to that, but why don’t you take over and ride my thigh, baby? Get yourself worked up for me,” he whispered in her ear, slowly pulling away but not before biting gently on the lobe.

YN did not need to be told twice. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she sat firmly on his thigh before dragging herself back and forth. At first, she was frustrated because she couldn’t find the right amount of pressure to feel anything worthwhile, but before she could give up Christian started guiding her.

“Just like that. Yeah, you’re doing so good for me. Keep going and you can pick up the pace. Make yourself feel good,” he said.

There was no verbal response from YN besides the moans she released when the friction truly started up. Goosebumps covered her skin the more she got into, her body tingled and she wanted more. Craved more.

But the look in Christian’s eyes as he watched her get herself off was too good a sight. His eyes had darkened a bit and she could see the lust in them. It didn’t help that he was biting his lower lip as his eyes remained firmly on the thigh she was on. He was enjoying the show and she wanted to give him more, so she kept going and her pace quickened again.

Though her pace change was also out of desperation. She’d gotten worked up quickly and despite how good his thigh felt her orgasm felt out of reach. Getting closer to it was all she wanted, so she moved with a vigor that could get her there.

That didn’t fly with Christian though, his hands held her still.

“No, no. You are not cumming on my thigh. You’re doing that with me inside of you,” he said.

YN groaned. “Then get inside of me.”

That elicited a laugh from him and made YN finally look directly into his eyes. He appeared very amused by how she’d responded.

“I should have known you’d be just as bossy like this.”

Naturally, that ended with her lightly slapping his shoulder which brought on more laughter from him. She was ready to get off his lap after that but yet again he held her in place.

The thing was that unlike before the expression on his face was softer and less like that of a man who said she would only cum on his dick.

“I know this is ruining the moment, but before I bend you over this desk and fuck you until you can’t walk I want to be very clear with you. I want to be with you. This is not me just fucking you because I find you attractive as hell. Got it?” he said.

Though she wanted to roll her eyes at his delivery she couldn’t help but smile as happiness filled her. Hearing him say it made her night and she would stay like she was or cuddled up to him for the rest of the evening, but there was a persistent problem still between her legs.

She leaned forward and leaned towards his ear to whisper, “And I want to be with you, but we can discuss that later. For now you have a problem to fix and a lot to prove if you think you’re going to put me on bedrest tomorrow.”

It didn’t take long for him to get her off his lap. He barked orders about getting off her shorts and panties while he ran out of the room for a moment. By the time he returned she was undressed on her lower half and bent over on the desk. Her legs were spread slightly and it gave him the view of her glistening pussy, just like she wanted.

“Shit,” he mumbled.

YN tried to keep the laughter from escaping her at his reaction knowing he’d probably tease her if she did. There was no time for all that, she needed him inside her as soon as possible.

Once she heard the sound of pants unzipping and dropping she felt herself perk up. Her ass rose up a little more and that seemed to pull another groan from Christian who sounded like he was fumbling with something behind her. She was going to ask if he needed help but then she felt the head of his dick press against her slit and she moaned.

Slowly he moved it between the lips of her pussy causing her to push back wanting more. The feeling was so good, but she still needed him to go further. Thankfully, he didn’t keep her waiting for long. Before she could fully process it he’d pushed inside of her completely. There was some discomfort from the sudden intrusion–one that was the first of its kind in a year–but he didn’t move and she adjusted fast. The stretch still felt a bit odd, but not something she hated. In fact, she loved the feeling of being full of him.

“You can move,” she said.

He didn’t need to be told twice because in the next second he was moving at a moderate pace. His hips moved back and forth, while one hand on her back kept him balanced.

YN’s eyes fluttered closed as she focused on the feeling of him. She’d been worked up enough that she was more than prepared for him, but also enough that she was sensitive. It wasn’t the same level as if she’d orgasmed, but it was enough to have her feeling extra with every stroke.

After several thrusts at that speed Christian suddenly sped up out of nowhere. It was enough that her hips moved away from the desk and hit against it every time he slammed back into her. It was a little painful, but the feeling of his dick pushing into her and hitting just the right spot made up for it. Her moans had been soft before, but with each thrust she grew louder.

At some point she was almost screaming out because of the brutal pace, but that didn’t mean that he slowed down. In all honesty it felt like he went harder and she loved every second of it. Wanted him to never stop.

And because she was so focused on how he felt she didn’t notice the tightening in her stomach and the way she was close to the edge until she was over it. Her eyes opened wide as her orgasm crashed through her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said.

Despite the clear indication that she’d come Christian didn’t stop. His pace slowed down some, but he kept pistoning into her. As she finished the last moment of her high the sensitivity set in, but she found herself building up again. Her pussy wanted a break, but she wanted him to keep going.

While she was ready to stay bent over for him until he came, Christian had other plans. Using his right arm he wrapped it around her torso and pulled her up so her back was against his chest. That hand moved down to rub her clit, something that had hips bucking because it felt like too much. She squirmed a lot, but then his left hand came around to wrap around her throat and she stilled.

“You’re going to give me another one, right?” he asked, though she knew it wasn’t up for discussion.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Without another word spoken by either of them he kept her how she was and continued to thrust into her, but his intense pace from before returned. His hand continued to rub and pinch her clit, which caused her to vibrate in pleasure. Plus, his hand remained around her throat squeezing every so often and she loved it more than she cared to admit. So much that her next orgasm came a little quicker than the last.

There was a weird feeling in her stomach though, but she had no time to assess it before she came. Her pussy spasmed and then she felt an intense pressure before she felt her thigh grow wet.

She’d squirted all over his dick and herself.

“Fuck, definitely going to have to do that again some other time,” he murmured.

YN didn’t even have it in her to respond to him, she just relaxed against her body as he continued fucking her. It took a minute or two before his precision slipped and she heard him moan out. He didn’t stop until he finished cumming and then he just stood there, his chest rising and falling heavily against her.

Three minutes passed with them like that before YN said something.

“We can’t stand here all night. Also, I’m so tired from this and working, we gotta rap this up.”

Christian laughed, but pulled out. From there YN leaned against the desk trying to orient herself. In that time Christian had discarded the condom and pulled his pants back up. He helped her do the same, though he didn’t bother fixing her pants completely. H

Carefully he turned her around to face him and smiled at her clearly exhausted, but happy face.

“How about we take showers, get changed, and call it a night? If you want you can stay at mine and we can start first thing in the morning,” he said.

Not one second was wasted debating it, YN just nodded in agreement.

“If I can shower and sleep I’ll be happy.”

That made Christian smile wider and then he leaned down to press a quick kiss to her lips. He moved away to lead the way out, but YN took one step before reaching out to grip his arm. Worry colored his expression and then when he noticed the way her legs seemed to shake a little a smirk made its way onto his face.

“What was that about me having to prove something?” he asked.

“Fuck you.”

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Picture Perfect (Shouta Aizawa x Reader)

Another one from my Wattpad :)

My absolute FAVORITE anime man.. this one might be a bit longer.   Warning: Smut.. mostly ddlg and master/sub stuff

     Going to the bar isn't your usual thing, but you felt like you needed something to take the edge off from today. You really didn't expect to go home from doing hero work all day to find your fiance sleeping with your sister. Yeah. Its been a pretty shitty day, honestly. Once you sit a the bar, you order a Jack and coke. The bartender gives you a flirty smile, but the 'eat shit' look seems to get him to leave you alone after giving you your drink. As you sip at your drink, you hear your phone going off from text messages. Of course, it's Dave (that's your ex fiance now) begging you to come back. "Y/N? Is that you?" Oh shit. You haven't heard that voice in a while. You turn to meet the tired grey eyes of your old teacher, Aizawa. 'Damn,' you think as he moves to sit beside you, 'He ages like fine wine'. You were in his first class of students, so he has watched you grow into a very loved hero. He'll never admit it, but seeing you makes his heart swell with pride. You look amazing.. in a lot of ways. "Sensei! I's fancy seeing you here!" He rolls his eyes as the bartender gives him a drink. "Not really. I come here on weekends for a drink. Still, I've never seen you here. Shouldn't you worry about your image?" You roll your eyes before sipping at your drink. "Eh. I've had a shitty day, sir." He tilts his head. "You need to talk about it?" "I-I don't want to bother you, sir." "If it would bother me, I wouldn't ask Y/N. Also, we're both adults. Call me Shouta." You blush at the thought of calling him by his first name. Still, it shocks you more that he wants you to talk to him. You really thought that, as a student, you annoyed the piss out of him. You caused him some trouble by constantly questioning his teaching methods. You served MANY detentions and stern lectures. Now you understand why he was always so harsh, but back then he seemed insensitive. "Ah," you chuckle into your drink, "I just.. do you remember Dave?" "The quirkless boy that followed you like a lost puppy?" That makes you laugh, and the sound makes his heart flutter a bit. "Yeah, him. Well, I got home to see him sleeping with my sister today. I just called earlier to.. cancel our wedding." Shouta's eyes widen at that. He remembered how smitten that boy was with you, but he never expected the two of you to date long, much less get engaged. It wasn't even that the boy was quirkless, he just didn't deserve you. Shouta bites his cheek in thought, trying to ignore the jealousy in his chest. "I.. I'm sorry, Y/N. You don't deserve that." You shrug and down the other half of your drink. "I.. I don't care." "You're lying." Damn, he's good. Of course, you know how you must look. Your E/C eyes are bloodshot from sobbing as you walked to the bar. Come to think of it, you still don't know where to go. Dave owns the fucking house, so you don't want to go back there. He would just make this out to be a 'you work so much and I needed attention' thing. Shouta raises an eyebrow as he stares at your worried look. "hey," his voice is soft, "if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." "Pft. I won't ask you for anything, Si- Shouta." "Why not?" You shrug, but smile kindly at him. "Because I just need to find somewhere to-" "Fine. Stay the night at my place." God, you hadn't even finished your sentence. Ignoring the fluttering in your stomach, you laugh. "Shouta, you can't be serious." "Do I seem like I'm kidding?" Not at fucking all. That's what makes you squeeze your thighs together. Damn, it's just like when you were a horny teenager thirsting over your hot teacher. Good to know you haven't lost the adventurous side! He reaches behind his head to pull his hair in a ponytail, which really doesn't help. "Do you have somewhere else to stay?" "n-no." "Then what's the problem?" You roll your eyes before laughing. "Umm... sensei?" "Oh my god, kid, that was years ago. We're both adults, and you should have matured by now." When he stands, your eyes seem to wander to.. yeah never mind. You know what you wanted to look at, you filthy animal.  "If you want a place for tonight, come on." He pulls his wallet from his pocket and passes the bartender a ten. "That's for her drink, mine, and your tip. Have a good night." You hop down and follow Shouta, not giving your mind a chance to tell you no. He doesn't let you see the smirk on his face when he hears you following. God, it'll be hard for him to keep his thoughts in check. You're too vulnerable right now, so he doesn't want to take advantage of that. If you'll ever consider being his, he has to be careful with you. "I don't live too far. You can have the bed." "N-no! I'll sleep on the couch." He rolls his eyes and looks at you from over his shoulder. God, he kind of forgot how much of a brat you could be. That only makes the tamer in him want to teach you what respect is, but he shakes the feeling away. "Nah. I want you cozy for the night." You want to argue, to be the biggest brat possible, but he doesn't seem interested in hearing it. Still, when you huff, he has to bite his lip to keep from saying something. When you make it to his apartment, he fumbles to unlock the door. "It isn't much," he sighs and nudges it open with his foot, "but it's better than nothing." You follow him inside and shut the door. A soft meow makes you look down at a really cute grey cat. His bright green eyes make you gush over him. Shouta smiles when you pick the chunky cat up and start rubbing his ears. He completely forgot that you adore cats. "That's Bean." "Awww! I love him already, Shouta!" Bean purrs and nuzzles into your embrace. Shouta walks over and pets Bean softly while he's in your arms. "he's a good cat. Do you need something to eat?" The caring gleam in the man's eyes almost makes you blush. Well, it does, but not very noticeable. You just pray he doesn't see it. "N-no thank you." He shrugs before walking over to the fridge and grabbing himself an applesauce. You can't help but laugh, which makes him raise an eyebrow? "What?" "I see that you still only eat fruit?" "I eat other things, punk. I just really like fruit." When you roll your eyes, he smirks a bit. You notice it and flush heavily. The sight of you standing there, red in the face, makes him want to own your body in so many ways. He can just picture you under him, begging and chanting his name. Damn, he hates how he thinks, but it's been like that since you were a third year student. It sounds disgusting, and it kind of is, but he never thought of acting upon anything. He's not stupid. No other girl has caught his eye like you did, and seeing your face on the news only made him miss your presence even more. Now you're in his house, holding his favorite cat, single, and an adult. Your phone suddenly starts blowing up again, but now it's a call. You look at it and roll your eyes. "It.. it's Dave." "Answer it." "Why would I-" His stern look makes you answer. Shit, he's good. "What, Dave?" "Baby," Dave is whimpering, "let me explain.." "There's nothing to explain, and my name isn't baby anymore. You fucked that up." "Stop saying that! Maybe if you weren't gone all the time and you were here to give me some kind of attention." "Dave, you could jerk yourself off instead of using my sister!" Shouta laughs loud enough for Dave to hear it. "Who the- Where are you?" When Shouta holds his hand out, you hand him the phone. Wait, why are you doing whatever he says? "Hey, Dave! Long time no see! I have Y/N at my place for a whi-" He suddenly looks irritated. "Look, kid," oh he's mad, "you don't deserve her. Now go fuck her sister some more while I handle this one. Goodbye." You blush heavily as Shouta hangs the phone up. Did.. he mean it like that? You try to assume that he meant that in a completely different way than it sounded, but he smirks at you. "Hey, Y/N?" "Y-yeah?" "Why are your thighs rubbing together?" You whimper and look away from that stare of his. "I-I'm not." "You know better than to lie to me, sweetie. Now," he's suddenly in front of you, "tell me the truth." "I-I.. Okay! I just.. you're.. attractive.." He chuckles and lifts your head up with his thumb and index finger. "Good girl. Was that so hard? How long were you planning on hiding that crush of yours?" How the hell did he know?  When you don't answer, he starts to back you into his door. "You really think I never saw the stares, or how you seemed to get in trouble just to have a bit of time alone when you were in school? When you started dating Dave, I noticed you stare at me while holding his hand." "You.. never told me you knew.." He shrugs, still chuckling. "Well, I was your teacher. Not only would it have been highly inappropriate, but I assumed it was just a teenage girl crush." You shake your head, laughing awkwardly. "N-no.. I would think.." You trail off, too nervous to finish that sentence. He tilts his head. "You would.. what?" "Think of you.. with Dave.." He groans softly at your words. Fuck, that sound makes your head spin. "Y/N," his voice starts to shake, "I.. I want you, but I know you're vulnerable. I don't want to take-" You cut him off by grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. He growls against your mouth, losing his ability to care about how he wanted to handle you like porcelain. His hands work to quickly unbutton his shirt. When the kiss breaks, he smirks and pulls yours over your head. "Fine. Be a brat. Just be ready to scream my fucking name." You nod, legs trembling at his words. He turns you around and shoves you harder into the front door. When he shoves your skirt to your ankles, he leaves a hard smack on your ass. "Look at you.. you're already a mess, little one." His fingers slip into your panties and fill you in an instant. Both of you let out a moan, but for different reasons. "Fuck, little one, you're already soaked." You whimper helplessly at his words. When you mutter something he can't quite hear, he pinches your clit lightly. "Say that again, baby." You squeak and look back at him. The flush on your cheeks only makes him throb in his pants. "I-I called you.. daddy.." It's not something you expect him to like, but he growls in approval and pulls away from you. "Look, I was worried about taking this too fast. I really was, but.. if you want this, go bend over the table and wait for me." You waste no time going to the table. Fuck, he didn't expect you to be so eager, but he certainly won't deny you now. As he walks over, you don't notice him grab your phone from the counter. He smacks your ass with a smirk on his face. "What a good girl. Take your panties off." As soon as you're free of them, he starts undoing his jeans. Your curiosity gets the better of you, so you look back. 'Holy shit,' your eyes widen at the size of him, 'Dave certainly wasn't that big.' "You okay, little one? Tell me if I need to stop." It isn't a question. He means it that he'll stop at any point if you become uncomfortable. "I-it's big." He blushes darkly before laughing. He isn't used to someone actually looking at it beforehand. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'll take it slow." You whimper when he starts to line himself up with you. "Tell me what you want. I can stop." You shake your head and place your hands over your blushing face. "I-I want you.." "Who?" You already know he's smirking. "D-daddy.." He holds your hips still as he starts to slowly push into you. "F-fuck Y/N.. you're fucking tight.." He notices a bit of pain in your face and stops for a second. He leans down to place gentle kisses along the back of your neck and your shoulders. "I'm almost in, little one. Just-Fuck!" He groans loudly in your ear when he gets all the way in. Just feeling you around him almost makes him finish on the spot. He can't help but wonder why someone would leave you for anyone else. Still, you seem to fit him like a glove. "Such a good girl," he whispers into your ear, "it'll feel better soon. I promise." When it stops hurting, you move against him a bit. He takes that as a hint, so he grabs your hips tightly and starts to thrust lightly. Well, the lightly part didn't last too long. As soon as you whimpered for more, he picked up his pace. You hear something click, but your mind is too far between your legs to really care at the moment. Shouta suddenly grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you up so your back is against his chest. He groans and starts sucking a spot on your neck, which only gets him more moans. "Fuck," his free hand snakes between your legs, "finish all over daddy like a good girl." His words throw you over the edge. He growls as you tighten around him. "F-fuck.. I-I'm gonna.." "I'm on the pill.." He bites down on your shoulder, releasing himself inside you with a loud groan. He wraps both of his strong arms around you to steady you against him while he litters your skin with soft kisses and muttered praises. He hisses as he pulls out of you, but suddenly chuckles. "You made such a mess, little one." You blush darkly at that. isn't it somewhat his fault? He picks you up bridal style before carrying you to his bedroom. Once he lies you down, he crawls into bed with you. "Shouta.." "Yes, sweetie?" You sigh and glance over at him. "What.. what was that? I mean..." "You want to know what it meant." You nod, unable to meet his eyes. "Well," he chuckles a bit, "it means I'm yours, little one." "M-mine?" When you look at him, he has a genuine smile on his face. "Of course. I don't call just anyone little one, and I certainly wouldn't let a fling call me daddy. I take that stuff seriously. I'm all yours, baby girl." Your smile makes his heart flutter and he wraps you in a tight hug. Just as you two start to drift off, your phone starts ringing from the living room. When he starts laughing like crazy, you look at him confused. "What's so funny?" "Oh, I might have sent Dave a picture of me balls deep in you." Your jaw drops, but you can't keep your laughter in. "Why would you do that?" "Umm," he raises an eyebrow, "a final 'fuck you'." You roll your eyes and give him a soft kiss. "God," he sighs against your lips, "I am the luckiest man alive. I love you, Y/N." You blush, but find yourself melting in his affectionate stare. He's perfect. "I love you too, Shouta."

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