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xhoneygirlxx · 7 months

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We’re Not Friends

Best Friend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: Eddie is just trying to help when he offers to be your date to your sister's wedding, but with all the love in the air will you and Eddie be able to stay friends?

warnings: lots of angst. reader's family sucks. reader's mom makes a comment about her weight. anxiety attacks. reader has low self esteem. fluff. best friends to lovers. fake dating. modern au. (this is titled after an Ed Sheeran song and I also use another one of his songs in the fic, sue me). slight smut. allusions to sex. alcohol consumption. swearing. minors dni!!!!!!!!!! reader and Eddie are both in their 20's. no y/n used, reader is referred to as Birdie. skin color/ethnicity/body type is not mentioned. spelling errors/shitting writing, just pretend you don't notice lmao. also the venue is completely made up and so is the location if you couldn’t tell, im not that creative.

*if I miss anything plz lmk*

a/n: hi my loves!!!! this is one of the last fics on my birthday fic list!!! I want to thank all of you for being patient and being so so supportive of my work. I love you all so much!!! also I do go back to work on Monday so I'm going to try to get as many fics pumped out by the end of the weekend.

And that's why friends should sleep in other beds

And friends shouldn't kiss me like you do

And I know that there's a limit to everything

But my friends won't love me like you do

The turning color of the leaves create the prettiest backdrop, tall trees blooming with orange, red, and a pinch of brown. The ones that have already fallen to the ground get swept up under the wheels of Eddie's car, lifting up and swirling around in a pretty dance, and falling right back into place waiting for the next car.

Although the crisp fall morning is peaceful you can't help but feel like you're living a nightmare. As he soft hum of Eddie's playlist flows through the speakers, you're coming up with a plan to turn the whole car around.

So far you thought about faking an illness, one that would stop the whole journey in it's tracks, only to dismiss it because you couldn't put your best friend through that stress. The idea of pulling the steering wheel also came to mind but you quickly threw that out of the window, not wanting to cause injury to the innocent man next to you or anyone else. Your final idea was one you're sure you could pull off as long as you used all the power within your being. If you pushed your feet on the floorboard hard enough, you could poke them out like the Flintstones and stop the car that way.

Between science and logic, you knew that wasn't possible no matter how hard you wished it would. Instead you'll stare out the window, watching all the pretty trees dance in the wind while you push down the rising anxiety that's forming in the pit of your stomach.

"You good over there, Birdie?" The deep voice next to you shakes you from your thoughts.

Turning your head Eddie's already looking at you with a lopsided grin. His demeanor matches the landscape outside, relaxed and serene. As you look at him you wish you could trade places, be as pleasant as he is.

"Yeah I'm just tired." Trying to sell him your answer, you smile lazily at him even though your response holds more tension than a game of tug of war.

Turning his attention back on the road, you watch as the pavement moves on the darkened lenses of his sunglasses. Eddie looks pretty like this, even though you always thinks he looks pretty. Usually he would be a grump having to be up this early, but today he wears his smile like a badge of honor. The dark curls of his hair cascade down his back, while some falls over his shoulders.

He's wearing the same red and black checkered flannel he always does this time of year, the same one you said was your favorite three years ago and it still holds that title. Underneath is a plain black tee shirt, the only one he has that's free of any band name, and a dark blue pair of jeans that have no holes.

He's still the same Eddie, his rings still sit on his fingers and his pick still hangs from the chain around his neck, but it seems that he only gets prettier and prettier as time passes by - like the turning leaves that still hang on the branches of the trees that you drive by.

"I think you're worried about this whole wedding thing," His voice is unwavering, screaming "I'm right" like it always does. "I don't get what's so bad about an open bar and free food."

Although his point is valid, Eddie couldn't be more wrong than that. This wasn't just an event to get drunk for free and stuffed to the gills at no charge. This was your older sister's wedding, the same sister that was the apple of your parents' eyes. Veronica was your arch nemesis since birth, a rival that you had no option but to defeat in order to survive.

You were the outcast of the family, the black sheep if you will, and you had to endure eighteen years of nonstop torture because of it. Your parents, Christine and Tim, were nothing but successful. The doctor and his trophy wife, the star couple in your small community, that had two beautiful and healthy children.

However you were the hardheaded child, the daughter that didn't have a bright future, you didn't carry as much promise as Vee, and your parents made sure to remind you of that every day. So when you moved out three years ago, you made sure to distance yourself as much as you could. But when you received a pristine white envelope with a glamorous invite on the inside, you were roped right back into the hell hole you worked so hard to leave behind.

You could've just ignore it, faked that you were on a trip and couldn't make it but your mother pretty much threatened you into showing up. So that's how you ended up in the countryside right outside of Chicago, driving in Eddie's Toyota Corolla to the Jefferson Manner on a Friday at eight am.

"You're right, Eddie, I should be so thrilled by that. Thank you so much for pointing it out to me." It's snippy with a hint of malice, and your eye roll held enough venom to injure an army of men.

Whistling loudly, Eddie chuckles lightly. "Woah, killer. Relax, I was just tryna help." He's still soft despite your outburst, sweet like your pumpkin spice latte that sits in the cupholder.

Hanging your head, you inhale a deep breath and release it slowly. "I'm sorry, Eds. I just really fucking hate my family."

He switches his attention from you and the road, taking in your saddened features. Reaching his right hand over the console, he places his hand searches for yours and laces his fingers through yours, which you gladly except.

"Don't apologize for that, kay? That's a valid reason for you to not want to go, I was just trying to make you laugh." The sincerity in his voice wraps around you, easing the nerves that go haywire in your body.

His palm is warm like the coffee cups that sit in the cup holders, his voice is as calming as the trees in the wind, and his smile is just as pretty as it was the first day you met him. You're safe with him, the safest you've ever been in your life, and here in the front seat of his car he reminds you of that.

"They just make me crazy, s'why I don't like seeing them." You feel shy being vulnerable, refusing to meet his gaze by focusing on tracing the back of his hand with your free one.

Eddie doesn't mind, instead he reassures you with a quick squeeze of your hand. "If it makes you feel any better, Birdie, I like you a little crazy."

Dimples deep as the sea and smile still as delicate as a flower's pedal, Eddie looks like a painting that hangs in the Louvre. You want to capture this moment of him to have for the rest of your life, so no matter what you can always remember him just like this.

"You say that now." You tease and he eats it right up.

Looking back over to you, he shines his smile onto you, filling you up with the light of a million stars. "And I'll say it till the end of time." There's no tease to it, nothing but truth in the way he says it.

It turns you into jelly, the feelings that swim through your blood stream, and now you've become too sheepish to answer. You decided to trust your touch over your words, squeezing his hand the same way he did to yours, trying your best to communicate the feelings you hold secretly in your heart for your best friend.

The cobblestone driveway leading to the entrance of Jefferson Manner is, for a lack of a better word, beautiful. It is a straight drive to the property, but once you get closer, a large fountain sits in the middle where the arch of the circle driveway starts.

Different colored cars are already lined up, some you recognize and the rest you have no clue who they belong to. Either way it's pretty evident that Eddie 2018 Toyota sticks out like a sore thumb.

The same dread that you left 45 miles back, is now running through you again. Unintentionally, you squeeze his hand harder as your heart begins to pound in your ear and if it hurts him he doesn't mention it. Instead, Eddie gives you one, two, three squeezes and then lets you continue your attempt to stop the blood flow to his hand.

Pulling behind the Mercedes Benz S Class, he puts his car into park and then shuts the car off. Reading your expression the way he always does, he sits in the silence of the car with you until your features loosen up.

"You okay, Birdie?" Even though he knows you're not okay, you still appreciate him asking anyway.

Breathe in. This is temporary. Breathe out. This is not forever. Breathe in. I am safe. Breathe out. I am here.

You repeat this to yourself a few times, eyes clamped shut as you focus on your breathing pattern. Once your head is above water and your heart stops racing, you open your eyes back up to the real world.

Relaxing your shoulders, you let go of the grip you're holding Eddie's hand in. "I'm okay. I'll be okay." Despite answering him, it sounds like you're trying to convince yourself of what you're saying.

Another brief pause goes by and Eddie continues to monitor you, sunglasses now removed so not only can he see you but you can see him.

Your gaze is unwavering, the thousand yard stare has fallen over you and you have yet to dig out of it. "Are you prepared for what we're about to walk into?"

The tone of your voice scares Eddie, the emotion being sucked right out of the words that you speak despite the feelings that battle in your mind that he doesn't know about.

"Honey, I'm prepared for anything as long as I have you." For a split second he winces, wondering if that was too cringy but when your face breaks out into a sweet smile he feels better.

The two of you get out of the car, retrieving your suitcases and dress bags from the trunk. When the door shuts you begin to count the steps it takes to get to the big wooden doors of the mansion.

You don't have to ask Eddie for his hand, he's already giving it to you and you gladly except it, gripping on for dear life the closer you get. Despite the beautiful landscape and the soothing sound of the running fountain, you feel like this is the soundtrack that plays before your imminent death.

The tall, thick, wooden doors sit menacingly in front of you, the skeletons of your past standing just right behind it waiting for your arrival. The ghosts that have haunted your dreams, the graveyard of your history, and the phantoms of your family, mingle and laugh right behind this door.

Eddie waits for you, not moving a muscle until you say so, and you silently thank him with a smile. Like a switch, he watches your face change from flight to fight mode. In a flash your looking over your outfit, brushing down the long black sleeved shirt that sits on your torso, and then straightening out the jeans that stick to your legs.

Your hair is the next thing you frantically fix, pushing it behind your ears and out of your face, letting it fall over your shoulders while doing so. Like a buzzing bee, you zone in on Eddie, fixing the collar of his flannel and then smoothing the material of his shirt. With out speaking, you pick off a singular piece of fuzz from his pants and then let it blow away in the wind.

Moving your hands back up to his chest, you center the pick on his chain. Then move his hair, fixing the ringlets that got blown around in the breeze. Once your satisfied, you move back to your spot next to him and sweep his hand right back into your hold. Releasing on more deep breath, you settle your pinched eyebrows and your determined eyes, and let the worst fake smile settle onto your lips.

The smile doesn't reach your eyes the way it usually does, your teeth push against one another so forcibly Eddie wonders if you'll shatter teeth, and you simply look like your in pain. Either way, you push open the big oak door and let yourself inside with him following right behind.

The lobby of the manner is everything you expected, high ceilings, a crystal chandelier, and every single family member of yours gathered around sipping champagne and speaking to each other like a potential client.

Even though it's magnificent inside with the beautiful décor and lively plants, the sight of everyone in their gaudy outfits and cheap laughter makes it feel like an eternal hell.

Eddie must feel the way your shoulders tense because he's quickly leaning into you, his voice just a whisper in the shell of your ear.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay. You have me and I won't let anything happen." He reminds you, his smile is more sympathetic than anything.

Nodding your head you remain smiling, it's awful and it hurts even doing it but if you want to survive the whirlpool of piranhas, then you just have to fake it until you make it.

"If it isn't our lovely Birdie!" The sound of your mother's voice is like silk, smooth and confident, just like she always was. Walking over to you, she holds a champagne flute in her hand and you wonder how much the bubbling spritz cost your father.

The last time you've seen her was last winter, her million dollar smile outshining the Swarovski crystal tree decorations that sit behind her. Your mother has always been beautiful but her insides are rotten, ugly and maggot infested, all hidden behind the mask that she put on for everyone to see.

You gave up a long time ago trying to figure out her brain, finally accepting defeat to the maze that was her mind. Now when you look at your mother all you see is a shell, a hallow covering that has nothing to offer you other than it's pretty design.

Pulling you into a hug, you're hit with her scent. She smells like Dior and cashmere, the Chanel outfit that sits on her body scratches your skin, and the pearl necklace she wears jabs you right in your collarbone.

"Hello mother, thank you for inviting me to such a wonder occasion." You instantly revert back to your old accent, the same one your mother instilled into you from the time you could even under stand the English language.

A faux laugh comes from her bright red lips, "No need for that, darling, you're always welcome." Her manicured hand waves at you in fake genuineness.

The smile on your face continues to show and you hate to think it matches hers. Even with the sweet tone you use and the gentleness of your actions, the blood that runs through your body continues to boil the longer she stands there.

Eddie on the other hand stands next to you completely and utterly amused by your fake performance. The snort he lets out when you continue to use your "eloquent" voice is quickly covered up by a sniffle.

Like a vulture, your mother's eyes are quick to zero in on the curly haired man next to you. "Excuse my daughter for her bad manner of not introducing us, I'm Christine."

The minute her hand reaches out for a handshake, you're heart stops. This is the one thing that could make or break this whole trip and it was the only thing you didn't prepare your best friend for. Many years of your life, you were trained that a handshake is all it takes for someone to learn about you.

Without skipping a beat, Eddie simply picks embraces her hand like a prince out of a Disney movie and places a kiss to the back of her unwrinkled hand.

"What a pleasure to meet you, Christine, I'm Eddie. And might I say how beautiful you are."

He's all dimples and doe eyes staring at your mother, a true prince charming in his red flannel and jeans. His voice is like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day, it's smooth going down your throat and it warms your belly better than any blanket can.

That warmth is now tingling your body, a frenzy of butterflies flapping around in the walls of your heart. It clearly works on your mother as well but unlike you she doesn't hide it very well.

"You're really the charmer, Eddie." It's flirtatious and alluring, the same voice she put on for every pool boy your father ever hired.

Annoyance and anger floods through you and you know that your eyes would be shining green to anyone with a trained eye.

While she clutches her pearls and eyes Eddie like he's a four course meal, you intervene into the conversation before it can continue.

"Where's daddy? I'd really like for my boyfriend to meet him." You bat your eyelashes like a pageant queen and your arm acts like a python wrapping around Eddie's, making a mark on what is yours.

"Oh you're father's around here somewhere, you know how he is." She dismisses, taking a drink from her glass and swallowing down the golden liquid quickly. "So how long have you and Birdie here been dating?"

"It's going to be two years next month. Isn't that right, honey?" Eddie turns to you and gives you a playful smile.

Looking back at him you hope he can see the misery that hides being your eyes, a white flag of surrender.

Your mother on the other hand doesn't care about your answer, that's why she didn't ask you. She's reading Eddie, trying to see how much she can push your so called boyfriend until she gets what she wants.

"Well that's just wonderful, young love is a beautiful experience. You have to be careful with Birdie here, she's known to leave the nest quickly." It's a jab, a spiteful and mean comment headed right for your gut.

Eddie doesn't miss the way you're lips falter for a second, the flash of hurt in your eyes. It kills him watching you stand there and take all the comments from your mother like stray bullets.

Turning his attention back to your mother, he gives her a smile, one that you would know as a wicked one but to a stranger would seem kind. "I don't think that will be a problem. Birdie knows where her home is."

It's a direct warning, a clear sign to your mother to not mess with you or what is yours. Just him sticking up for you like that makes your stomach twist in excitement, a feeling you've grown so used to over the course of friendship with Eddie.

"Well, I'm glad she finally found her place then." Your mother responds coldly, clearly hearing the bite in his tone. "Why don't you two go find your room and get settled in, rehearsal dinner is in a few."

Before retreating into the large crowd of family, your mother turns back to you in one more attack.

"Oh and Birdie, wear something that will hide that stomach. Don't want anyone to assume you've been knocked up."

Once you've found your room, you all but rush Eddie inside slamming the door behind you. In the quiet safety of your suite, you can relax your shoulders that have been sitting high since you've arrive.

"Jesus Bird, you weren't lying." Eddie says as he flops himself on the queen sized bed.

You don't respond, instead you squeeze your eyes shut and try to calm the heaviness of your breathing. Behind the darkness of your eyes, little twinkles of stars flash from how hard you have them closed, the swooshing of your heart continuing in your ears like angry waves of the sea.

Breathe in. This is temporary. Breathe out. This is not forever. Breathe in. I am safe. Breathe out. I am here.

You repeat this to yourself over and over again, trying to erase the cruel words of your mother and the images of disgusted family member's faces out of your mind. You're not sure how long you've been standing by the door until a hand grasps at your wrist lightly.

"Birdie," Eddie's coax goes unanswered, "Come on, Birdie."

Warm calloused hands travel to the plump of your cheeks, lifting your face up just enough that he can see you. Finally opening your eyes, you're relieved to be looking into the golden whiskey pools of his.

Smoothing his thumb over your cheek he doesn't say anything, just lets your breathing calm down. Here you are, in the nice room behind the shelter of the locked door, and he's here.

Breathe in. It's okay. Breathe out. You're safe. Breathe in. You are here. Breathe out. So is he.

It's enough to let your feet move on the plush white carpeting, while Eddie leads you to the bed with the tug of your arm. Sitting on the plush mattress on crisp linen sheets you're grounded, and with the heat of Eddie sitting next to you and his hand in yours, you're anchored.

The rehearsal dinner goes over well enough, the Irish mule helping with every single speech that's given and every horror story of your childhood that is told. Luckily for you, Vee didn't ask you to be in her bridal party so you didn't have to attend the actual wedding rehearsal, and even better you won't have to deal with her for the real thing tomorrow.

Eddie does great at dinner, he talks to your father who surprisingly likes him, both getting along over their love for vintage cars. Your soon to be brother in law and his groomsmen also get along with Eddie, they laugh and cut up most of the time while clinking beer bottles together. Not to mention every single woman there wanted to get into his pants, swooning at everything he said and giving him the 'fuck me' eyes while doing it.

You hated it, every single minute of it. Like always you were ignored, simply looked over until some story was being told where you were ultimately the joke of. Any time someone asked you what you were doing with your life, you were met with cringing smiles and snickering laughs.

Four separate times your mother commented on your dress, the way it fit, the price value of it, and how it really wasn't a good color on you. All of your sisters friends rolled their eyes and whispered back and forth while staring at you, aunts and uncles acted dumbfounded when you told them that you were a freelance writer for a small music magazine back in Indy, and your cousins made comments about how badly you look since the last time you saw them.

It didn't matter anyway, even if your sister asked how you managed to get a stand up guy like Eddie to agree to be with you, in front of all of the guests. You had to remind yourself that you were there for the free booze and food or whatever the hell Eddie said in the car on the way here.

This wasn't a popularity contest for you, it was simply you being forced to do something against your wishes because your mother said so. You asked yourself why you even listened to her in the first place while letting the brown liquor burn in your stomach.

Why was it so important that you even showed up here? Why did you have to come to the awarding ceremony of favorite kid when you knew you weren't going to win? Why would you even set yourself up for such failure just because your mom said so?

Well, you're answer came when a flushed faced Eddie was laughing with your grandparents at one of the round tables in the corner. His eyes crinkled at the sides and his head was leaned back so you had a clear view of the neck you loved so much.

Then you looked over at your sweet looking grandparents who laughed loudly at whatever was said. Your grandmother had her hands on her cheeks, shaking her head back and forth, and beaming brightly. Your grandfather smiled around his cigar, big round belly jumping with laugher, and his cheeks smooshing up against the frames of his big glasses.

You didn't come here to win a competition. You didn't come here because your mother threatened you within an inch of your life if you didn't. You didn't come here because you thought it would be fun.

You showed up because you wanted to prove to the people who doubted you for so long just how happy you were. You wanted to prove that happiness doesn't come from the amount of money in your account or how many rooms sit in your house. You came here because you wanted to prove that they were wrong, that the grass on the other side of the fence could be green too, and that someone who grew up differently that you could still do amazing things.

Eddie was someone that your father would've had you kicked out over bringing him home in high school. Eddie was the boy your mother would tell you to stay far away from. Eddie was the kind of guy that your sister wouldn't look twice at because of who he was.

But right now, during the beautiful dinner the night before your sister's wedding, your best friend/fake boyfriend has them all wrapped around his guitar calloused finger.

Not much has been said between you and him, especially when he was the man of the hour. You're not really complaining though, you're happy that he made a good impression with them. When the night began to settle into your bones and the alcohol started to make you tipsy, you slyly walked up to Eddie and tugged on his sleeve to let him know it was time to go.

On the walk back to the room, you sway slightly with every step you take, balancing on the walls with one hand while the other holds your strappy heels. When Eddie stops and turns to the door of your room, you all but smack into him with clumsy steps.

While he fumbles with key, you're in blissful content with your eyes closed. The kick of the lock and the turn of the handle doesn't even pull you out of your daze, instead you hold your arms out like a mummy and feel around until you find Eddie's clothed back.

You can tell Eddie is laughing by the large breath that passes through his nose and the tell tale sign of him kissing his teeth. Large hands wrap around your wrists, guiding you into the doorway that you can't see.

Your cheeks are warm, the smile on your face is permanent, and the buzzing in your heart makes you feel light on your feet.

"Alright mummy, lets get you into bed." Letting go of his hold on you, you feel him slightly brush past you to close the door. His voice sounds like the way stars look, sparkling and bright, twinkling all around.

You giggle, eyes still shut and your nose scrunched up. "M'not a mummy but I could be if ya want."

Putting your arms out, you lean back and forth on your feet to mimicking what you think is a mummy but looks more like a zombie.

"Baaaaahhhhh, I'm a mummy. Be very afraid." You deepen your voice, dragging the syllables of every word to make them come out slower.

Eddie must be entertained because the sound of a loud raspberry comes from where he stands, the clear sign of him losing the grip on the laugh he'd been holding in.

Cracking one of your eyes open, you hope to find him with rose cheeks and dimples flashing, the look you love so much. Instead you see him, beaming at you without the shine of his canines. It's an admiring smile, one where your eyes go all gooey and your smile is simple yet dipped with so much love.

Opening your eyes all the way, you let your arms down slowly to rest by your sides, a meek look painting your face.

"Did I do good?" You ask, even though you didn't really want his opinion.

"I think you're perfect." It comes out even, smooth like the hilltops in December covered in a layer of the purest snow.

The two of you sit there for a while, soaking up the glow of each other and letting it sink into your souls. For a moment you wonder if he feels it too, the spark that you feel whenever he's around. You wonder if he feels like crying simply because he loves you that much. You wonder if he wishes this whole dating thing wasn't just a lie and that it was true, the same way you wish it was.

Once the moment ends for him, he's clearing his throat to clear any lovesick daze that's left. "I guess we better head to bed, huh?"

Scratching at the back of his neck, you try with everything in your power to not look down where his turtle neck rode up, where the patch of mouth watering hair trails from his belly button to underneath the waist of his pants.

A part of you wishes you stuck it out longer, stayed in your seat at the dinner table just to see him in his outfit longer. He asked you to help him pick it out this morning and when you think back to it, you get flustered with thinking how domesticated it felt. Making him try on different shirts and jumping for joy when he walked out of the bathroom wearing a turtleneck he swore he'd never wear. The khakis you pulled out of his suitcase was the cause of so much laughter and the pink tinge that sat on the rounds of his cheeks.

God, he looked so good, especially with his hair pulled back and the dangled earring that sat in his ear, but now it would all be a memory for you to file away in the back of your brain.

Eddie had already started taking off his dress shoes, sitting on the edge of the bed bent over and messing with the knots that kept the laces together.

The smile that once held your lips high and proud, now weigh down in a sad frown. Even after the success of the dinner and proving everyone wrong, you are now brought back to the reality of what you and Eddie were. Just friends.

"Since I'm a gentleman and I can't see to get these shoes untied, I'll let you shower first." His voice comes out strained from how hard he pulls on the knotted strings.

You don't say anything, quietly nodding your head before shuffling over to your suitcase that sits by the closet. Grabbing a sleepshirt and some shorts, you go to move around the lanky man that can't get his shoes off no matter how hard he tries.

Without a sound, you kneel in front of him, placing your clothes somewhere off to the side. Taking his calf in your hand, you place his foot on your thigh. Delicately, you remove the first shoe and then the next.

"Y'didn't have to do that." It's quiet but not enough to be a whisper, still you shrug.

"I didn't but I wanted to." It seems so simple when you say it, even though deep down inside you wanted that last piece of your fantasy before it goes away for the rest of the night.

"Will you help me with my dress?" You ask him, standing on your feet and turning so that the golden zipper is facing him.

In the mirrored closet door you can see him and how he hesitates for a moment, shaky hands lingering in the air before they close in on the gold slider.

The sound of the metal teeth unlatching from one another fills the room, clouding the unrhythmic beat of your heart. You try to remember the feeling of him on the sacred part of your skin, the way his light touch tickles you and makes goosebumps rise. You want to memorize it like your favorite song, so that when you leave this place and the fake nature of this whole thing goes away, you still have something to think about on those bad days.

It ends too soon for your liking, his hands retracting right back to the sides of his body like a measuring tape. With the fuzz of your tipsy has now wore off but the sting of everything still remains.

Giving him a small smile and muttering a thank you, you hide in the bathroom where the sound of running water hides the muffled cries that leave your throat.

Waking up felt more painful than any hangover you've ever had. The pain of Eddie's bare back facing you was heartbreaking. You force yourself not connect the freckles that litter his skin or trace your fingers along his spine and shoulder blades.

It's a sight you've seen plenty of times and sharing a bed is something you've done more than enough that you're not uncomfortable. Yet your heart squeezes, wrapping itself up in the tightest loop so that it hurts to even breathe.

The sound of his soft snores only makes it worse, imagining what he dreams about and if it's you.

You use all of the willpower that's left in your body, marching over to the small kitchenette that sits in the corner of the giant room. Pouring yourself a cup of coffee, you try to focus on the swirl of dark liquid mixing with the coffee creamer and how they mix together so perfectly. Without much of a peep, you slide the glass doors that lead out to the balcony and sit down in one of the plush chairs.

You look out over the mountains of colors, tracing over the lines of trees that go on for miles. Although pretentious, you think Veronica did an excellent job and choosing this location.

Sipping on the hot beverage, you watch the clouds in the blue sky go by, wondering what it would've been like if your sister asked you to be a bridesmaid. You imagine that the two of you would've actually gotten along and maybe even laughed together. You envision what it would've been like to have your mother compliment you in your gown and how it would feel to take a picture with your family where all the smiles were real.

Tears begin to burn the back of your eyes, falling rapidly like a fall rainstorm. The skin of your cheeks burn slightly from the heated trails of water that fall. You're sad and incredibly so. Within the first twenty four hours of being here, you remember how much of an outsider you really are to these people.

Even with the company of Eddie, someone that truly loves you, you still can't help but feel so fucking lonely. To put on the mask you wore for many year back on and pretend that the man standing next to you is yours to claim is harder than any other time you had to do it.

This time you weren't really faking it, the love that you showed to him, the happiness you felt with him was real, just the titles weren't. With the cool fall chill, your coffee has gone cold but your tears keep coming.

"You made yourself a cup of coffee but not one for me, and this is how I find out? That's just mean." Eddie's curly hair pokes out from the small gap in the sliding back door that he's created.

His eyes are squinted from the harshness of the morning sun but his cheeky smile is forever unwavering. Sliding a space big enough for him to go through, he stalks out onto the small space in his plaid pajama pants and a hoodie he must've thrown on.

Trying your best to cover up that you've been crying, you wipe the back of your hand across your cheeks, but Eddie still catches your movements.

Instead of embarrassing you, he sits down in the chair across from you and looks out over the balcony.

"You okay?" It's a simple enough question, one that you can answer with one word and he wouldn't pry for more information to not overwhelm you.

Sniffling, you shake your head yes and then move your gaze to where his is. "No, yeah, m'good. The view really does something for me." You say, chuckling just a bit at your own joke.

Eddie also laughs, only this time it's not as genuine as it usually is, just a hard exhale through his nose.

"Yeah, sure does." He agrees, letting his eyes follow the red and orange of the tree tops.

A calm silence falls over you two, only the sounds of the birds that fly and the ruffle of the leaves can be heard from where you sit. It's peaceful.

"You know, I really thought this weekend would be different." It comes out of your mouth as easy as the breeze that blows. Still your eyes stay trained out in front of you and past the mountains of trees.

Eddie doesn't respond but the hole that he burns through the side of your head with his eyes tell you he's listening.

"When I was little, I used to imagine the day Vee got married. I would fantasize that maybe one day we could be close enough that I could enjoy this day with her and we could be sisters for once." You exhale an uneven breath, moving your sights to the cup that still sits in your hand.

"I just wanted all of us to be a family for once. I wanted my mom to actually act like she liked me, for my dad to say that for once he was proud of who I was, and for Veronica, I just wanted her to say she's happy that I'm her little sister."

Just like that, every single thing you've carried since you were little is now out in the open, whipping around in the wind like the dead leaves. Even with the amount of burden that's been lifted, the pain still remains the same. It all hurts, stabbing you over and over again in the scars that you worked so hard to patch up.

Eddie doesn't say anything and for a moment you don't think he'll say anything at all. You watch him pull out the pack of cigarettes he had nestled in his pocket and place one in between his pretty pink lips.

Another second goes by and he's flicking the wheel of his lighter, shielding the flame away from the wind so he can light it. When the end of the smoke burns red, he takes a big inhale and then lets the cloud of smoke out.

"I know what I say won't matter," He starts before taking another drag of his smoke, "But these people don't fucking mean anything."

"They're you're family and I get that but they don't fucking deserve you, they never have. A fake boyfriend, a new haircut, or a cool job shouldn't define their love for you. They're shitty people who were blessed with an amazing person and they didn't even realize it."

Eddie looks at you the same way he speaks, with nothing but truth. You let the words settle in your mind, letting them soak in, in case you forget.

The tears that once ceased start to flow again, except this time it's from relief. It feels good that someone else sees your worth, to know someone actually holds value to you.

"It kills me that they treat you the way they do, that they can say all those things without batting an eye. I know why you asked me to come here and I know I have a job to do, but man do I want to rip them all a new asshole."

Although he speaks with fire behind the words, you have to laugh from the thought of the actions. The moment you giggle, his own smile forms.

"I hope you know that I love you and when everything is done and over with, we'll give them the bird." To make his point, Eddie raises his middle finger high into the sky.

Repeating his actions, you hold your own finger to the sky and smile happily while doing it.

Letting his arm fall back down into place, he pats the tops of your thighs and stands from the chair.

"That's my girl, now let's get ready for an open bar and free booze." Holding his open palm to you, he helps you up.

The wedding reception was what you thought it would be, drawn out and boring. The only saving grace of the whole thing was Eddie's commentary, the scruff on his face tickling you every time he leaned close to your ear.

A lot of the things he was saying was probably just to make you feel better but you did have to agree, the dress Veronica picked out was a bad rip off of Princess Diana's and it shouldn't have seen broad daylight.

You did however get choked up when the vowels started, not because you were happy with your sister but because you wish that were you and Eddie up there instead.

All and all it was okay, even though one of your brother in law's aunt's wore a hat so big you couldn't see past it most of the time.

The wedding reception though was beautiful. The décor of the manner looked exquisite against the maroon coloring of all the bridesmaids dresses. The tables had beautiful bouquets sitting in the middle and you can't help but laugh imagining your father cutting a check for all of them.

To much of yours and Eddie's delight, there is an open bar that is stacked high with pricey alcohol. Again you laugh thinking about your father having to pay the tab, which you and Eddie will be happy to run up.

So far this is the most the two of you had fun, both laughing and enjoying the company that's around you. The table you've been stuck at is also occupied by other family rejects that enjoy the titles they've been given.

Eddie's hand hasn't left your thigh, which you're more than happy about, and every so often he flexes his fingers squeezing the meaty flesh.

You feel good, the boost from the drinks and the feeling of your best friend makes you bloom like a flower in the spring. You watch as he talks to the people at your table and how his hand moves with enthusiasm. You trace the muscles in his neck and watch his adam's apple bob up and down when he speaks. Your chin sits in the palm of your hand as you watch him be himself like he always is.

He's so beautiful, he always has been, and in this moment he gets to be yours. You don't have to think about what anyone else thinks, you don't have to question how the two of you look from another's perception, because you know that your heart bleeds for him and it always will.

Eddie's your home, he's your best friend, and he's your person. You think back to what he said to you this morning and how he called you a blessing but you think he's wrong. Eddie is the true blessing. He's sweet, he's smart, and he's so fucking caring it's disgusting. Behind all the jagged features and dark clothes, he's nothing but a giant teddy bear that wears his heart on his sleeve.

"Birdie." He smiles at you, all goo and mush it makes your heart skip.

You hum in response, still sitting in the same position, looking at him as if he were a painting.

"You wanna dance?" He blushes, embarrassed by the request and you feel like you're back in junior high.

"You, Eddie Munson hate dancing." You say, scrunching your nose cutely.

Laughing loudly, he nods, "Yeah, I know, but I'd dance with you."

That breaks you out of your daze, breath catching in your throat. "O-oh, yeah. I'll um dance."

Again he stands, holding a palm out to you so he can help you up. Leaning you to the dance floor, you can't help but feel jittery despite the wine that you've consumed.

Once out on the floor, he pulls you into his chest. Strong hands grip your waist through the silk fabric of your red dress and you desperately try to fight the need that rises in your guy.

You stand stiff, unsure of what to do with yourself and Eddie's quick to help you, placing your hands around his neck where they lay contently.

He looks good tonight, even better than last night, and you hate how it makes butterflies flap around in your stomach. The black button up shirt sits nicely on his torso, wrapping his arms so deliciously you want to take a bite out of them. The black slacks he wears fit nicely and you wonder if he had them tailored and you have to ignore the want to undo the sleek black belt with a bright golden buckle that holds them up. Again his hair sits in a low bun and that silver chain peeks out at you from underneath his collar.

"I can't believe you asked me to dance to Ed Sheeran." You say breathlessly, still nervous with being this close to him.

Eddie snorts, lopsided smile forming on his lips. "What, a guy can't like Ed Sheeran and metal? That's gatekeeping, sweetheart." He teases.

Rolling your eyes, you try to ignore that tingle that settles in your cheeks. "Whatever you say, Munson."

"I'm serious, Thinking Out Loud was in my top ten last year." The two of you hold eye contact until you can't take it anymore, both bursting into laughter at his admission.

"That's something you shouldn’t repeat." You sputter at him and he laughs even harder.

"Hey, I like this song, okay?" He defends, still swaying back and forth with you.

Raising your hands in defense, you pull back on your clowning for the sake of your friend. Placing your arms back around his neck, you lean your head on his chest and try to hear the beat of his heart.

The scent of him floods your nose, cologne and smoke, whiskey and linen, and you wish you could bottle it to keep forever.

"Why do you like this song anyway? It's kind of basic." You mutter at him.

His shoulders lift in a shrug, and he takes a moment to respond. "Honestly, I like it cause it reminds me of you."

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and you remove your head to look up at him.

"Wha'do you mean?" You mumble, eyes searching his for some sort of answer.

Looking bashful again, red tints his cheeks and ears in a blush. Sticking his tongue out to wet his lips, he hesitantly answers.

"I always felt like he said everything I couldn't, ya know? Everything I ever wanted to say to you, he put in a song."

It feels like the whole world stops, that time freezes and it's just the two of you. You're in shock and for some reason you can't wrap your head around anything he's saying.

"What?" You say harshly and again he shrugs, shying away from your burning focus on him.

"Reminds me of you and everything I ever felt about you. I always wanted to call you mine but if you hadn't noticed, I'm a chicken shit."

You don't say anything, instead you stare at him with your mouth wide open. Eddie starts to loose his cool, frantically flexing his fingers against the material of your dress, looking around at anything but you.

"Sorry, I - shit, I really fucked this up," He doesn't get to finish his sputtering apology because you quickly smash your lips into his.

His lips taste like brown liquor and chapstick, like love and forever, and you can't believe you waited this long to experience it. Two heart sync as one, two people fall together like the leaves outside, and anxieties are finally laid to rest.

You hate that you pull away first but the need for air is too much. Eddie bends enough so that his forehead leans on yours, both looking into each other eyes living in the moment of your blissed out hearts.

"Tell me if I'm being too forward but do you wanna get out of here?" He flirts and you respond simply by pecking his lips once more.

"Thought you'd never ask."

thank you all for reading!!! love you guys <3

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #honey's birthday bash #honey's holiday celebrations

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so-many-sainz · 1 year

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hiii would you be doing a part 2 of this one? 🥺

we love you, max. — Max Verstappen

social media au

max verstappen x divorced!yn

this is part II of new daddy alert

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A YEAR LATER...

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dailypaddock Max and his girlfriend YN arraving at the paddock today for the French GP. It's been a year since the rumours of their romance started.

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redbullinfo better focus on the championship @maxvertappen1

_norstappen low profile king and queen 🥹🥹

ohmaxiee SOPHIE IS YN AND MAX #1 FAN

clchamp the clownstappen clan desperate to suck her fame 🤡

username234 where's her daughter? smh

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yninstagram honeymoon race weekend 💗💑🌙

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ynssister no diaper changing weekend 😎🍾

maxverstappen ❤️

danielricciardo love you, next time bring belly ��🧡

isahernaez 💗

victoriaverstappen, sophiekumpen, yninstagram added to their story

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maxverstappen1 Family time is always the best. 🧡🥳🐝

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yninstagram that cake looked so good, wish i had some 🙄

maxverstappen1 sorry, we claimed it first

maxstappen uncle max 🥹🥹

heidiberger_ belly's change of outfit 😂

yninstagram not funny! the white dress is full of paint 😭

victoriaverstappen 😍😍😍

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yninstagram we love sundays, p1 for our champ 🧡❤️🦬

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victoriaverstappen my babiesss 😍💗

isahernaez see you soon love!!

maxverstappen my lucky charm🥇🍀

landonorris call me when you need a nanny!!!

carlossainz55 belly will have to babysit you 😉😉

FIVE MONTHS LATER...

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maxielsupremacy Some fans met YN outside her office in Monaco, after a couple of minutes talking Isabella and Max showed up in his Aston Martin to pick her up. (Source: @alwaysmv33)

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alwaysmv33 Isabella is the cutest and Max is the ultimate girl dad, he is super gentle and calls her bee 🥹

fancypierre THE PET NAME IS TOO MUCH PLEASE STOP 😩😭

yninstagram thank you guys for the pics!! 💗

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maxverstappen1 After giving it some thought, i want to set some things straight; I am well aware that Isabella is not my biological daughter and I don't need all of you to remind me that she already has a father. However, this past year i had the honor of watching Isabella grow up to be the most loving little girl in the world, and i am so proud to be in her life. Blood-related or not.

So please stop commenting about my life and relationship like you know anything, because you don't.

Thank you.

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schecoperez Well said man👏🏻 she's such a blessing

yninstagram you don't have an idea of how much your little bee loves you 💗 you're the best

victoriaverstappen you're the best daddy ever and blood has nothing to do with it

landonorris i see she's a number four type of girl 🧡🧡🧡🐝

maxverstappen and you will never shut up about it

danielricciardo congrats mate, she's a legend

sophiekumpen so proud ❤️

danielricciardo look at her, she´s so cool 😎

#max verstappen instagram edit #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen instagram au #f1 instagram au #f1 imagine

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I think Mark is like… a vampire or something, does he ever sleep?

He is on every GMMTV SHOW!! I just keep thinking of that clip of him in school president when am he says “ I’m playing the vicar, the father and every other character” (or something like that! I forget!

so……. Would you like to Rate the shows Mark has been in? 👀

Anon, I cannot rate the shows Mark has been in because if Mark is in them, they have to be good, but I will rank them based on how much I loved Mark in them because I think he is beautiful AND talented (which is why this badminton world champion is on my list of GMMTV's best actors).

Ranked - Mark Pakin's Series

Honorable Mention - Cooking Crush - Dynamite

I think Aungpao is doing a great job as Dynamite in Cooking Crush, but I can't help but think what it would have been to see Mark in that role as originally intended. It sucks that Mark is overbooked, which I'm assuming was the reason he couldn't commit to Cooking Crush since he was filming Last Twilight, but it's a good problem to have for such a talented man, so I hope he continues to stay booked and blessing me with his face on my screen each and every year.

#8 - High School Frenemy - Chatjen

This show was barely announced, so it's possible it might not even make it to air, but that's not why it's last. The show is a remake of a Korean series, and word on the street is the original was not gay, like at all, which is wild since the entire pilot trailer for the Thai version seemed very homosexual to me! There was a rooftop and everything! But it also looks like our boy is about to be bullied, and I'm not here for it. Therefore, LAST!

#7 - Bad Buddy - Chang

Mark played in Bad Buddy? Notice that is a question and not a statement because, although I don't remember a lot of Bad Buddy because we have beef, I truly only remember Drake and Jimmy as friends since I wanted them to be a couple (Korn x Wai ghost ship!). I wasn't aware of either Marc or Mark playing Pat and Pran's friends. Mark was there when Pat got shot. Mark was there when they told Pran that Pat got shot. He is in the photo outside of the hospital room because Pat got shot, and I still am like, "Was Mark really in the show?"! I even had to look up what his character's name was on MDL. I still don't believe he was in it. I don't care what Our Skyy said. This is the Mandela Effect.

#6 - I Promised You the Moon - Mek

I do remember Mark in I Promised You the Moon, so this ranking is purely because I'm petty and got beef with this series, specifically Teh, which means Mark has to suffer too. Mark played Mek who was Teh's roommate. After Teh FUCKED UP, Mek was nice to him when he really didn't have to be because Teh was being an ASSHOLE to him, but that's why I loved Mek. He could've thrown hands with Teh in that room, but instead gave Teh some tough love by telling him his crying was annoying, and he needed to get it together. Then, he invited Teh to go eat with him. He still could've smacked Teh though and cemented this as Mark's number one role.

#5 - Last Twilight - Night

The only reason this is ranked this low is because I haven't had enough of him in the show. He is not the lead. He is a supporting character (AS USUAL, GMMTV!), so I can't expect him on my screen every single second, but I need far more of him in the last quarter of this series. Also, the show is setting up Night to be the cause of Day's accident, but it's too late for me to feel bad about any of this. I needed to know that information by episode three. Now we are over halfway done, Mork and Day are fulfilling the gay agenda, Phojai is about to get a rich husband, and Night is going to inherit a beautiful family, so let bygones be bygones, and GIVE MARK A LEADING ROLE ALREADY!

#4 - Only Friends - Nick

If I was really petty, this wouldn't have even been on the list because Nick should have been so much worse. He recorded Boston and Top having sex. He told Mew about Boston's non-consensual sex tape. He lied to Boston. And yet . . . I wanted him to do more! Nick could have blackmailed Top. Nick could've ruined Mew's life. Nick could've hurt Ray via Sand! Nick could've been a baddie, but instead he was a saddie. Mark finally got to kiss a homie, but at what cost? I feel Mark could've done so much more in this role. Honestly, all the actors could have, but they were held back, so here Nick sits in the middle. Not good. Not bad. Just average.

#3 - My School President - Thiu

This 'fit alone deserves our recognition because Mark was playing a high schooler yet looking too fine in this top. He needed to put that hotness away around those children. But in regards to his character, as you mentioned in the ask, he was EVERYTHING! He was trying to keep the student council solid since Tinn was too busy crushing on Gun. He was playing matchmaker. He was dating Por all season, and this is not up for debate. He was a director for the band's music video and was basically their manager. Homie was doing it all and still had time to look fine. What a guy!

#2 - Moonlight Chicken - Saleng

I wrote an ode to Saleng being my Thai primo. He lived for the chisme and was the biggest shit starter in the family, yet Li Meng called him first after the accident, and he was right there when their community mother passed away. Aof, who is behind Moonlight Chicken and Last Twilight, really let all the characters shine in this series, but Mark did amazing with the little amount of screen time he had, which gives me hope that his Last Twilight character will rise in the rankings as that series comes to a close. This role was so good that I was torn between this and the one I ultimately selected as number one, but honestly, both roles could be number one depending on my mood. Do I want family-oriented fun times Saleng or do I want . . .

#1 - The Warp Effect - Jedi

The entire cast of The Warp Effect was elite status. Every character was great. Every storyline was good. Every discussion about sex was outstanding. But Mark as Jedi lives rent free in my head, specifically the scene where after working out, he fucks his girlfriend from behind over the kitchen counter! Then, he experiences pain because he has a STI! This leads to an entire education about open relationships, sexual health, communication, and trans healthcare since his girlfriend is trans. Jojo was the screenwriter and director for both Only Friends and The Warp Effect, so I like that both of Mark's sexier roles are due to Jojo's vision, and I hope Mark gets to work again with either Aof or Jojo because Mark is at his best when he is allowed to play an adult man who knows what he wants and how to get it.

And believe me, he could get it.

#Mark Pakin #this man is beauty and grace #and he could slap me in my face #ranking his characters #because why not?

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Concept Idea Porco Rosso (Underfell and Swapfell????"

Okay, so I was watching Porco Rosso and it occured to me that it is literally the perfect movie for Underfell Red? Like smexy Skelton Pilot in a bad-ass red plane? And the dork in me exploded.

I tried to make concept art, because when I picture it, I think of a Insert-Self x Red opportunity. But in two different ways. So I got sidetracked. Didn't put a lot of effort in. I also suck at drawing Skelly-Boys so that didn't help but I decided writing it out may work better???

I hope you enjoy, and possibly get inspired. The art will be at the end.

(Version 1.)

"But the answers no, I have kind of a bet going on here."

You look down at the book in your hands that you were clutching. Smiling fondly at it.

"I bet myself if a certain man came to visit me in my Garden, we'd fall in love…"

You can't stop the sigh that escapes your lips.

"But the fool only comes to my restaurant at night. He…he never shows in the daylight."

Black inhaled as he prepared to speak, you froze as a familiar noise came from the distance. Standing up you shoved your book into Black's hands and rushed out of the pavilion to your balcony.

He- he's here.

That red plane you'd both come to love and despise was flying through the air. Coming straight towards you it seemed.

"THAT GUY'S BACK?!"

But as always he never landed, instead performing an aerial loop, and spinning away into the clouds… where he belonged.

Of course…it was too much to hope today was the day he'd actually…

"Stupid…"

Black shot you a quizzical look as you shook your head.

"He left without landing."

You smile.

"I lost the bet again."

"ARE YOU KIDDING? YOUR BET IS ABOUT THAT JERK?"

Your smile was more and more genuine as you spoke with a soft laugh.

"Life is more complicated here, than in your country."

"If you're only looking for a fling that's easy…"

"Go to Hollywood yourself little boy."

With another laugh you left him.

(Version 2.)

"What the HELL are you talking about? You guys don't understand a word I said!"

Red could only watch with interest as they yelled at the group of Sea Pirates. This was definitely not how he expected things to turn out.

"I asked whether you feel ashamed or not. Aren't you ashamed of being helped by Black, an American? If your mother's heard about that, they would cry."

"Also what the hell are you saying, you don't even bathe?!"

He couldn't help but chuckle at the stunned expression of those stupid bastards.

"Red came back to fight against Black, for the pride and honor of the Pilots of Ebott Sea!

Wait…what?!

"You guys have no guts or honor. You are the lowest of the low. Fight with dignity!"

You crossed your arms, scowling at Undyne. Red could tell she'd been rather stunned by your push back.

"Well that's why I was opposed to hiring Black in the first place."

Yeah right…

"Coward. Trying to worm your way out of this."

"B-Boss what should we do? They have a convincing argument."

"We'll need to preserve both sides honor…we'll have to ask Black."

"You mean ask him to fight the SKELETON- Again?"

Oh the irony. These idiots seemed to miss the fact Black was also a Skeleton.

"The contract is already over…I'm so ashamed."

Undyne seemed really distraught. Which was well deserved. And now to wrap things up here-

"MWEHEHEHEH."

Oh great.

"It's Black!"

High above, in a gap carved into the cliffs Black stood (?) His arms and legs pressing against the walls of the cliff. Keeping him held in place.

"I HEARD YOU TALKING. I'M NOT GOING TO RUN AWAY!"

"you morons, you came down through there?"

Black gave a yell before leaping from his position in the cliffs and plummeted before landing firmly on his feet. He almost stumbled, but firmly continued walking as if he was a damn god.

"hey, hold this-"

Red shoved his bag of various items into the arms of one of the pirates and began moving towards Black.

"YOU WANT A REMATCH DON'T YOU. BUT I ALREADY WON ONCE."

He was going to wipe that pathetic smirk off his face.

"I'M NO LONGER A BODY GUARD FOR THESE GUYS."

All the more reason to beat-

"You mean you won't fight for free? What's your proposition?"

Oh no-

You had made your way to the front of the small mob of pirates and were glowering at Black. Who took one look at you before-

"T-THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL."

He clasped your hands, and you gave a small noise of disgusted surprise.

"WILL YOU MARRY ME IF I WIN? I'M SERIOUS."

Ha! As if they'd give in to-

"Okay- but if Red wins you pay these bills!'

You somehow managed to slap Black in the face with that notebook of yours. A small distraction that kept him from completely losing it.

"wait-"

"Back off you!"

Aaron shoved Red backwards and he was immediately surrounded by a mixture of weapons and magic attacks. Something he could've easily escaped. But he didn't.

"You still have time to think about this."

Undyne sounded rather gentle for once, and Red eyed her suspiciously.

"Ask him, not me."

"THESE BILLS ARE A LITTLE EXPENSIVE."

"They're extremely reasonable"

"Are you going to fight or not Black?"

Undyne almost seemed to be trying to prevent this, which was an abrupt change from before.

"I'LL GLADLY FIGHT FOR THE ONE I LOVE."

"Okay everybody listen up!"

Undyne's yell echoed through the island, almost as loud as that insufferable Black's.

"I'm very impressed with the humans determination! My group will back this fight up!"

A chorus of agreements.

"The air pirate alliance will too!"

"Bye Human!!! See you soon!"

"they're full of crap."

"HEY SKELETON, DON'T RUN AWAY."

"shut up, and get off my island!"

"Later!"

As quickly as they'd exploded onto the small island they vanished, Black following on top of the crowd.

#sans x y/n #undertale #red underfell #underfell au #porco rosso #artwork #short story #idk why #inspiration #planes #studio ghilibi #ghibli au #undyne #swapfell #funny #first post

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The Doting Wife

My husband, dressed in camo, came into the living room.

"Honey, I'm ready to go. Were is my good luck kiss?"

"Right here, Dear. Bring me back a deer. The freezer is empty."

I smile as I kids him on the lips. Picking up his bow case, I follow him to the truck. He took his bow from me and placed it in the seat.

"Have fun playing tennis with the girls. Wipe the floor with them,Babe."

One more kiss and I wave good bye. As he disappears around the corner, I text my lover.

Husband has gone hunting. My pussy is yours till well after dark. Hurry.

Thirty minutes later a van parks next to my car. A large hulking broad shouldered man comes to the door. My fingers itch to run under that tight blue shirt as Ii lift it from that muscular chest. Low hung denim jeans show a line of fine hair leading down to his prize. My mouth waters thinking about sucking on that scrumptious piece of meat. My panties would be soaked if I was wearing any.

"How long do we have?"

"Till dark."

My white tennis shoes don't make a sound as I move away from the man with lustful intent in his eyes. My nipples press hard against my white shirt. My DD already strain the buttons to begin with. My long legs are shown off with the short pleated skirt. My back hits the kitchen table.

He smiles as his hands grab my hips. They slide the skirt up slowly. His eyes widen when his fingers find nothing underneath.

"No panties? Any other surprised?"

His fingers penetrate my wet folds. I moan and move against his hand. He silences me with a kiss that curls my toes and makes me cum all over his fingers. My knees give out. He lifts me onto the table still driving his fingers into my clutching cunt. He stops. I whimper. I watch with utter fascination as he pops them in his mouth.

"My Lady, I want to devour that tasty cunt of yours. "

Spreading my legs wide, feet over his shoulders, he devoured my pussy. Ate at my cunt like a starved man. His fingers flicking my sensitive button while all I could do was moan and whither under him. I came and came again. My fluids fueling is desire to eat me alive. Suddenly he is gone. My mind is in a fog. He offers me his hand.

"Would you like to see the inside of my van? I do believe you will enjoy it as much as you enjoyed my tongue."

I nod. It's all I'm capable of at the moment. Not one of his many lovers has seen the inside of his vehicle. Now that honor is being bestowed upon me. I noticed the huge bulge in his pants. I reach forth and rub him. I ache to go to my knees there and take that monster in my mouth. An iron fist wraps around my wrist and pulls me forward. I smile wickedly. At least I'm not alone in my need to be fucked. He is just as aroused as I.

His van was white with dark tinted windows. It was a mystery to women everywhere.

He opened the door. I climbed in. He slapped my ass then blew on my puffed up clit. The pleasure pain made me moan.

"That's for earlier. I didn't say you were allowed to touch me yet."

My mouth dropped open. To say his van was a sex machine was an understatement. It was a sexual playground. Everyones fantasy sec room. He had everything in here. In the center was the sex table. He could strap you down and fuck you any way he liked. Or strap some toys into certain slots and power it up. You had a machine for fucking you good.

One look told me all I needed to know. I moved towards it and he strapped me in.

" Close your eyes."

",Why?"

" It's no fun if you see what I pick."

My slick cunt dripped. It throbbed. My eyes closed. He moved to grab his choice. A whip with a very thick handle. It was beaded like anal beads.

"When you feel me touch you, you can open your eyes."

The whip flashed across my exposed pussy. My eyes flew open but before I could register the pain he had turned that handle loose on my pussy. I moaned. He plunged it in and out of my slick hole. Before I could beg for release, I got the whip again. He repeated this process till I was shaking in the restraints. His cock was straining as well. Finally he used the whip but instead of the handle I got a hard cock iup my ass. I screamed out my orgasm. It washed through me in tidal waves.

He pistoned into my rear like a jackhammer. My body grabbing at him. Holding him to me. Milking at him. Then I felt the first spurt. Even I couldn't hold out again. My body climaxed again. Greedily sucking up his seed. We spent the rest of our time trying various toys out. He had to carry my sore body up to my bathtub. Love that lover of mine.

My husband did bring home a deer. I made a very nice stew for my lover with some of the meat. My pussy has never been happier 😌

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papirouge · 1 year

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I don’t really belong to a denomination so I haven’t really ever gotten kicked out of a church or youth group before.

I was asked to leave a pro life group though. In was in person, way before covid. Very small group. We didn’t really have a prescience online. It felt more like a Bible group meeting up at someone’s house without the bible. I argued that women who either choose or were forced to go through a c section birth are still mothers after a young girl who isn’t a mother and never was one argued that they weren’t because childbirth pain makes you one. She went pretty far. Adopting your kids doesn’t make you one. Fostering kids doesn’t make you one. She said how women even dying in childbirth should die because it’s an honorable death. I sort of snapped since I lost a few members to childbirth complications in the past. I cussed her out so the group did ask me to leave. I was happy though that literally every one else called that girl out for being stupid and cruel. Even her own sister called her a dumbass out loud. And then she had to start crying and play victim. Last I heard, the group fell apart. I guess I triggered her because that young girl kept being bothered by me even after I left. I was actually asked to return but I wasn’t interested. That girl is young, I’ll pray for her, because throughout the time I’ve seen her, she just seemed lost and easily sucked into things she sees online. She was into crypto for a bit. Then e girl aesthetics. Then cottagecore. Then 1 week she tried to convert to Islam. A few weeks later, it was crystals and reiki and tarot cards. A while ago I remember she was like rad fem? I guess when I was there at the end, she was listening to male centric content that’s violent towards women. It explained the cruelty in what she said. But i believe also that she just tried to repeat what she read and heard from others online to me thinking I’ll somehow be convinced that she’s right. I’m not super close with her sister but I do follow her on instagram. Her sisters latest thing is anti capitalist liberal bimbo core. Bless her heart… she needs prayers, good lord.

Man, this girl is so stupid it's almost comical🫠

You should've asked her that since most women go through delivery with epidural anesthesia lowering the pain of childbirth, does it mean they didn't 'totally' give birth? 🤔

I heard so many drama about pro life group. It's like a nest intellectually sheltered young girls who will spout the most bizarre statements about basic biological facts. Yeah, she mingling with scrotes might explains her asinine takes. She should've asked them since men don't have pain during childbirth, does it mean none of them are father? 🤔

I always said that women shouldn't seek after men opinion when it came to issues exclusive to women. Especially biological sex. In another ask I was talking about a girl who was formerly a radical feminist who was now more like tradfem/conservative and she was doing a podcast with a meninist and who was like spouting the most basic gotcha about feminism à la "female solidarity doesn't exist, and when they do it only revolves around their biology" GEEZZZ I WONDER WHY JEAN-FRANÇOIS 🙃 This exchange was so low quality and underwhelming...it wouldn't be so annoying if both of them didn't act like they were really doing something but no actually this discourse already happened in 2013 during the SJW+libfem vs meninism fight uuuuugh French contrarian YouTubers are always so stupidly late to the party.....🫠 like that girl is pretty lost and I hope she'll grasp that leaving feminist and becoming trad doesn't mean eating up the koolaid of basic men "trad" who -while they don't have to agree with feminism- will never have to self awareness to grasp the dimension of femalehood beside a male centric perspective.

Anyway your friend might be like this girl, she's lost and eventually she'll come around. Especially if she's young. I'm glad I've never bothered to slap onto myself whatever trendy label (feminist, tradfem, conservative, contrarian, etc) bc I feel like it messes people up whenever they get challenged in theif fundamental belief system.

#answered

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fatecantstopme · 2 years

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Heyy,

I wanted to asked if you could write a “part two” to -Aged to Perfection- where Bucky or reader or both (idk) tell her parents that they are dating, her father is very mad and tries to “attack” Bucky or something?

The end could be a smut, if you want😉😂

Byee

AS REQUESTED! Hope you like it :)

My Forever

Part 2 of Aged to Perfection (read part one here)

Pairing: dbf!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Your dad finds out you and Bucky are together and he loses his mind. His instinct is to go after Bucky and "defend your honor", but you intervene.

Warnings: Fighting, cursing, pet names, angst, little fluff, a little bit of smutty smut.

"Doll, we're gonna be late!" Bucky called up the stairs.

"I'm coming!" you yell back. You take one last look in the mirror at your summer dress. You decide it's as good as it's gonna get, so you slip on your sandals and make your way downstairs.

Bucky looks up when he hears you and lets out a low whistle. "Damn. If we weren't already running behind, I'd drag you back upstairs."

You laugh lightly and place a soft kiss to his lips. His hands wrap around your waist and tug you in close. He deepens the kiss and tries to hold you in place, but you squirm away. "Bucky! You're the one that said we're gonna be late."

He groaned. "But you're so pretty in that little dress."

He tried to pull you back in and you gave him a light smack. He chuckled and reached for your hand. "Time to go, sweets."

You straightened your dress and felt your nerves start to bubble up again.

"Hey," he said gently. "We don't have to go."

"It's my parents' annual summer party. It would be really strange if their only child and dad's best friend didn't show up."

"I know," he said softly. "But I can tell you're nervous."

"What if he flips out?" You whisper.

"Then we'll deal with it." He tucked a hair behind your ear. "Don't worry about it right now, okay? Let's just go and enjoy ourselves."

You nod and he gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'm not going anywhere, (Y/N). No matter what happens."

His words warmed your heart and calmed your nerves. You shot him a genuine smile and he returned the expression. "I love you, Bucky."

He smiled. "Not nearly as much as I love you, doll."

***********

The drive to your parents' house was shorter than you would have liked. Thankfully, Bucky drove, which let you focus on trying to relax. Bucky pulled into the driveway and turned off the car. He reached across and squeezed your hand. "Ready, sweets?"

You nodded. "I'm ready. Let's do this before I lose my nerve."

You both got out of the car and Bucky took your hand. You took a deep breath and let him guide you to the front door of your childhood home. Bucky dropped your hand to open the door for you, stepping back to allow you to walk ahead of him. He desperately wanted to take your hand again, but he knew he couldn't.

The two of you made your way into the house towards the back yard. When you reached the sliding glass door, you heard your dad yell, "There you are!"

He came over to give you a hug. "Hey, dad."

"How you doin' kiddo?" He turned to Bucky. "Hey, Buck, good to see you."

"Always good to see you, man."

The two of you followed your dad into the yard and you said your hellos to your mom, other family members, and close friends. You and Bucky got separated; he was sucked into a conversation with one of your cousins who was heavily flirting with him. You were dragged across the yard by your mother who wanted to introduce you to one of her friend's sons.

You weren't at all interested in the conversation or your mother's obvious attempts to set you up with this guy, but you pasted a smile on your face that you hoped conveyed interest.

"(Y/N) has been single since she graduated college a year ago," your mother said.

"Mom! He doesn't need to know that." Besides I'm most definitely not single.

"Well, I'm just saying sweetie. You're not getting any younger."

You sighed. "I'm going to go grab a beer and see what dad's up to. Nice to meet you." You bolted from the conversation as quickly as you could without making it awkward...or more awkward, anyway.

You grabbed a beer out of the cooler and heard a soft voice behind you. "Fancy meeting you here."

You grinned and turned to face Bucky. "Save me from my mother," you whispered.

He chuckled. "What's she up to now?"

"Trying to set me up with every one of her friend's single sons."

He laughed louder. "What did you say?"

You leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, "I told her I was banging dad's best friend."

He laughed again. "You're terrible."

"You love me," you said with a grin.

"So damn much," he said. He wanted so desperately to kiss you, but he knew he couldn't in front of everyone.

"You okay?" you asked, noticing his expression.

"Just dying to kiss you," he murmured. He played with the beer bottle in his hands to keep them busy so he wouldn't touch you.

"I have an idea." You gestured to the house with a nod of your head. You turned and made your way inside, Bucky following after you.

You made your way to the back hallway that led to your childhood bedroom.

"Where we going, doll?"

You stopped halfway down the hall. "Somewhere a little more private," you said with a wink.

Bucky looked back down the hall where you'd come from. "You're killing me, sweets," he murmured.

"No one's around, Buck." You reached for him and he took a step towards you.

He pressed you up against the wall and kissed you softly. You pulled him closer and slipped your hands into his hair and deepened the kiss. He braced himself with his metal arm against the wall. Bucky let out a soft moan against your lips and you responded in kind.

"What the hell is going on here?"

You gasped and Bucky's body tensed as he pulled away from you. He slowly turned around to face the newcomer. When he turned around, it allowed you a full view of your dad's face. You'd heard the anger in his voice when he'd spoken, but you couldn't have imagined the rage on his face.

Bucky instinctively blocked your body with his own, shielding you from harm. Not that your dad would ever hurt you, but you'd also never seen him this angry.

Bucky opened his mouth to speak, but your dad punched him directly in the face without any warning. You gasped in surprise and Bucky took a step back. Your dad went to hit him again, but Bucky moved out of the way, taking you with him.

"You son of a bitch!" your dad yelled.

"Steve, just hold on a minute," Bucky started.

"Hold on? Hold on?" your dad's voice raised with each word he spoke. "You're making out with my 24-year-old daughter, you bastard!" He took another swing at Bucky, but he ducked to avoid it.

Bucky had pushed you into the open bathroom and out of the line of fire, which gave you time to wrap your head around what just happened.

"Steve, please. Just let me explain."

"There's nothing to explain! How long has this been going on, huh? You fucking her too?"

"Steve!" your mother yelled as she entered the hallway. "What is going on?"

You poked your head out of the bathroom to see Bucky essentially pinned against the wall, your dad directly in front of him, and your mom and several other people crowding into the end of the hall.

"He's fucking our daughter!" your dad yelled.

Your mother paled and took a step back. "What?"

"I walked in on him kissing (Y/N)," your dad responded as he threw another punch.

Bucky once again blocked it. "I'm not going to fight you, Steve."

"The hell you're not!"

Your mom started to yell at Bucky and a couple older family members did as well.

You closed your eyes and tried to shut out the shouting. "Stop!" you yelled, but no one listened. You stepped into the hall and wedged yourself between your dad and Bucky. "Stop!"

Your dad looked surprised and took a step back. Everyone else went silent and watched you closely. "(Y/N), get out of the way," your dad said.

"No."

"(Y/N/N)," Bucky began.

"No. Everyone shut up and listen to me."

Your dad's eyes widened, but he remained silent.

"I'm not a child. I'm not being taken advantage of. Every single decision I have made, I have made without any pressure."

"But he's--" your dad interrupted.

"No. I said listen. You can talk when I'm done." You sighed. "Look, I understand this isn't conventional and you're bound to have certain feelings and opinions about it, but this is my life, not yours. This isn't just some fling. We're together, dad. I love him."

Your dad opened his mouth to respond, but Bucky cut him off. "It's not just her, Steve. This is real for me too. I know you might not understand, but I love her with everything I have."

You turned your head to look at Bucky and offered him a small smile. "We've been together for a year," you said as you turned back to your dad. "This wasn't just a heated moment. We were actually planning on talking to you and mom after the party."

Your dad's breathing had begun to slow to a more normal rate while you spoke. You could tell he was still angry, but he was listening to what you said. "(Y/N), he's 15 years older than you."

"Mom is 10 years older than you. Is 5 years really that different or is it just okay because she's a woman?"

Surprise lit up your dad's face. "That's different."

"No, it's not. I'm old enough to make my own decisions. I know you see me as your little girl and you always will, but I'm not a child, dad. I know this scares you, but you can't control my life."

Your dad started to speak again, but much to your surprise, your mom interrupted him. "She's right, Steve."

He turned to your mom in surprise. "What?"

She shrugged. "I'm a little confused too, honey, and I wish (Y/N) had come to us sooner, but she's right. This is her life and she's an adult who can make her own decisions. We raised her well, Steve. She has the same morals and values that we do and she's a good girl. She'll always be our baby girl, but she's grown now. We can't hold her back."

You looked at your mother in shock. Bucky touched your back and you turned to look at him. His eyes were filled with nothing but love and it warmed your heart. This isn't the way you wanted your parents to find out, but it didn't change anything for you. You loved him more than anything.

"Besides," your mom continued. "Look at them. It's obvious that they love each other. We were just too blind to notice until now."

Your dad looked between you and Bucky before letting out a deep sigh. "You're my best friend, Buck, and I love you, but you have to understand how hard this is for me."

Bucky nodded. "I do. This isn't how we wanted to tell you."

Your dad sighed again. "It's going to take me time to be okay with this, but I know you're a good man. One of the best, in fact. But I swear to God, if you hurt my daughter, I will kill you."

"Dad!"

"I know," Bucky said at the same time. He looked down at you and smiled. "I would rather die than hurt her."

You matched his smile and squeezed his hand.

"Well this is definitely the most interesting summer bash y'all have ever thrown," one of your cousins said.

Everyone let out a grateful laugh. You walked over to your mom and gave her a tight hug. "Thank you," you whispered.

"You don't have to thank me, sweetie. I had a feeling you were seeing someone. That's why I kept trying to set you up with people...I wanted you to tell me."

Surprise graced your pretty features. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything, mom."

"It's alright, (Y/N). Your dad was afraid to tell his parents when we started dating. Don't you worry, I'll keep working on him."

You nodded and gave your mom another hug. You turned to see your dad and Bucky shaking hands and your body relaxed. Your dad made eye contact with you, so you made your way over to him.

Your dad wrapped you in a hug and you squeezed him back. "I'm sorry, kiddo."

"It's alright, dad. I'm sorry you found out this way."

"It's gonna take me some time..."

You took a step back and gave him a small smile. "I know. I understand."

"Okay y'all," your dad said to the onlookers. "Let's get back outside and finish this shindig!"

Everyone made their way outside, including your parents and you and Bucky. The party continued as though nothing had happened, but the dynamic between you and Bucky had changed. He was much more affectionate and touchy than he'd ever been in public before. It made you so happy. You'd hated hiding your relationship and you were proud to show off your man.

Bucky appeared beside you with a drink for you. "Hey, sweets, where's that pretty head of yours at?"

"Just thinking about how much I adore you."

He chuckled. "Really? Is that all?"

You laughed. "You're a dork." You leaned back against his body. "I'm glad they know, though."

"Me too, doll. I hated keeping it from them, but I also hated the idea of giving you up. I'm never gonna give you up," he whispered in your ear.

"Never gonna let me down?"

He laughed loudly. "Did you just Rick-roll me? Now who's the dork?"

You grinned. "You opened the door, James Barnes. What did you expect?" You felt his body tense against your back. "You okay, babe?" you asked softly.

"I think it's best if you don't call me 'James' in front of your parents," he murmured.

"Why?" You had a good idea why, but you really wanted to hear him say it.

"Because I might not be able to resist fucking you senseless," he growled.

You groaned softly. "We are definitely leaving early."

He grinned and pressed his lips to your neck. "Right now?"

You laughed and stepped away, earning a groan of annoyance from Bucky. "We have to stay for dinner, then we can escape."

"Doll, if you make me wait too long, you know what'll happen."

You grinned. "That's why I'm making you wait." You shot him a wink before backing away and joining the people sitting at the table.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he groaned as he followed you to the table, taking a seat beside you with a sigh.

"Be a good boy and I'll give you a reward," you whispered.

His eyes widened and he leaned towards you. "Promise?"

You smiled. "Promise."

**********

"Fuck," Bucky groaned.

You smiled to yourself, mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock. You continued to suck his cock, each motion eliciting a moan from Bucky.

"Shit, doll, I'm close."

You sped up your movements, earning a cry of pleasure from Bucky as he came in your mouth. You swallowed every drop and licked your lips when you'd finished. "So was your patience worth it?"

He chuckled breathlessly. "So worth it." He smiled at you and reached towards you. You allowed him to pull you into him, placing kisses to his face and neck as he caught his breath. "I think the real question is, was your patience worth it?"

You barely had time to register his words before you found yourself laying face up on your back, Bucky hovering over you with a grin on his face. "James," you said with a giggle.

He groaned. "Don't do that unless you want me to fuck you into next week."

You ran your hands down his bare chest, admiring his perfect form. "Is that a promise, James?" you murmured.

Bucky stared at you with dark eyes. He gripped your hips and thrust his already hardened cock into you in one swift movement.

You cried out and dug your nails into his shoulders. "Bucky!"

He smiled wolfishly. "I warned you pretty girl."

You matched his expression. "I can still feel my legs, so --"

Bucky cut off your snark with a deep thrust. "What was that, doll?" He continued pumping into you, each motion giving you pleasure.

"James, please."

He groaned and sped up, effectively fucking you into the mattress. You dug your nails into him and moaned loudly. You felt the rubber band tightening in your lower belly and you held onto Bucky as he fucked you. "Please don't stop."

"Never," he growled in your ear.

You came without warning, pussy fluttering around his cock. Bucky helped you ride out your high before flipping you onto your stomach. He slid his arm under your lower body, lifting you up so your ass was in the air. He slid back into your pussy and you moaned loudly.

He gave your ass a harsh smack with his right hand, soothing it with his left. He pumped fast and deep, each thrust of his cock hit your sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Before you'd even come down from the previous orgasm, you felt another one overwhelm you.

Bucky held your hips in place as he continued fucking you. He slid his hand around to rub your clit gently, making your body shake in pleasure. "Can you give me one more, sweets?"

"It's too much, Bucky," you whimpered.

"Come on, baby, just one more."

You could already feel the pleasure building so you whispered softly "Don't stop, Buck."

He grinned and kept thrusting into you. His nimble fingers worked your clit and your body was shaking in pleasure. Moments later, you came around his cock. He moaned loudly and his thrusts began to falter. "Fuck, (Y/N/N). This pussy is so perfect. Feels so good."

You responded with a moan, which was all you could manage.

Moments later, he came inside of you with a cry of your name. He slowed his movements before pulling out and collapsing beside you. You collapsed onto your stomach, body completely sated.

"Hey doll?"

"Hmm?" you grumbled.

"Can you feel your legs?"

You laughed lightly. "No comment."

He grinned. "Come here, doll. I wanna hold you."

"I think you might have to move me."

He laughed, but you didn't move. "Wait, you're serious?"

"Roll me over or leave me be," you mumbled.

He chuckled and gently rolled you over and pulled you into his side. "How bout we lay here for a little bit, then we go take a nice hot bath?"

You moaned softly and nuzzled your head into his chest. "Sounds perfect."

He smiled and kissed the top of your head. "You're perfect."

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karasimpno · 3 years

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Hi! I just stumbled onto you and I'm really happy I did! I don't really know if you take more requests but I'll shoot. Some scenario where Daichi, Bokuto or Kuro help cheer you up with little things or not so little things. You know fluff or smut 😅 Hope you're doing well and that the next year treats you good! ❤

HI LOVELY you submitted this ages ago I’m sorry for the tardiness with everything <3 but I adore you and this was fun :)

Also I got your suggestions and threw them in my draft, they’re very good ones :)

OKAY I’m going with Kuroo AND because it’s @bluntkingkuroo‘s BIRTHDAAAAAYYYYYYY I’m also writing this in honor of her. GO FOLLOW HER Y’ALL SHE’S THE REASON I’M HERE!!!!!

pairing: Kuroo x cisfem!reader contains: sleepy cuddly sex, fingering, mark-leaving/mention of hickeys, light biting

Despite the bright, warm light spilling through your window shutters, you remained in bed, curled up in your sheets with your back to the invasive radiance. Nothing made you want to get out of bed, even the thought of seeing some other part of the house for the first time today.

“Babe?” a deep voice croaked out beside you. In spite of yourself, you smiled a little. Even if you were feeling a little grumpy and hungover after your houseguests had stayed wayyyy too late last night, you were glad Kuroo remained in bed beside you. Even the harsh reminder of how late in the day it was couldn’t outshine the fuzzy feeling you got from seeing him in your bed.

“What’s up?” the voice prodded, clearly as tired as you felt. A hand snaked its way around your waist. You always slept in on Sundays, but this was late late. You heard Kuroo sigh and shuffle as he shifted in closer to you, tucking his knees behind yours and pressing his chest flush against your back. The arm that had snuck around your torso pulled you in close and you felt a warm nose and pair of lips press themselves to the sensitive skin at the base of your neck.

“Mmmph,” was all you groaned in response, but you relaxed into the spoon, squeezing Kuroo’s hand with your own.

“Mmmm,” was Kuroo’s answer, his still-sleepy voice cracking in a way that shouldn’t be as sexy as it was, sending vibrations reverberating down your back as his chest resonated with the sound. “Is somebody grumpy?” he teased, lifting a finger to poke annoyingly at your cheekbone. A child. You swatted at his hand lazily, offering a tired grunt in response.

“Awww, c’mon,” his voice grew saccharine sweet. “You need something to make you feel better?” Kuroo asked.

You felt the lips that had been pressed against your skin, breathing hot air over you whenever Kuroo spoke and making your hair stand on end, begin to move. You shuddered in a shaky breath when they parted to allow the quick swipe of a tongue to dart out across your neck, chased by the gentle scrape of teeth.

“Ah-hah...” escaped the involuntary sigh from your lips.

“...’cause I think I can probably manage that,” Kuroo teased, followed by an exaggerated sound of chomping as his lips affixed themselves back to your neck again, his tongue laving over a larger area than it had previously. Heat rose to your face at the sensation and you allowed yourself to let go and give into the wet contact, squeezing the hand against your chest closer to your body.

Kuroo felt the loosening of your muscles and took advantage of the opportunity to dig his teeth deeper into your skin, unable to resist the sweet taste of you. He wanted to focus on making you feel better but damn if you didn’t just make him crazy for you.

With a wet suck, Kuroo drew his teeth together, pinching your sensitive skin between them, making you sure it would leave a mark as the arousing pain elicited a gasp from you. You bit your lip, rubbing your thumb across the back of Kuroo’s large, veined hand, noticing how your breathing had already begun increasing in spite of your bad mood. Damn this man and his irresistible tongue, you thought.

Suddenly, you needed more of him, the heat rising in your neck becoming too much for you as he continued the focused attentions of his tongue and teeth. If you could have seen the way his brows furrowed in concentration at sucking feverishly at your neck, you would have grown even wetter than you were already becoming. Shifting slightly, you let your hand reach back to find the long locks of hair that always fell into his eyes, and you threaded your fingers against his scalp, encouraging the hot press of his tongue.

Kuroo groaned against you and moved the hand that had been resting around you further down your body, the pressure of the contact exhilarating as he determined to feel every part of you as he moved. Licking a quick stripe over one of the already ripening bruises on your neck, he slipped his fingers past the waistband of your shorts, dipping into your thin panties and seeking out the apex of those legs he so adored.

Fingertips sliding past your curls, he groaned into your shoulder when his index finger ghosted over your slit, slickness already gathering there at his eager touch. Relishing in the movement, he eased the digit past your outer lips into your slippery folds, and you felt his breath hitch before his lips crashed into your neck again, his self-control slipping at how good your sweet little pussy lips felt wrapped around his finger. With still such little space between your rear and Kuroo’s hips, you felt a growing bulge begin to harden behind you.

As if the coating of his finger in your arousal was the most agonizingly pleasurable feeling in the world for Kuroo, he swirled the lone digit with hedonistic slowness through your slick. He breathed almost as heavily as you were against your neck as he found your clit, giving it a few experimental flicks with the pad of his finger, relishing in how your body jolted in response to his touch. Kuroo groaned again and picked up the pace, making steady circles around the apex of your pleasure as you keened at the sensation.

You were shocked at how much you were already gushing around him, your hips beginning to tremble as he stimulated that most sensitive of all spots in your body. He caught your ear between his teeth, the pants from his nose falling straight into your ear, making your body even more sensitive to his touch. You felt yourself cry out involuntarily at one particularly deft flick of his finger, and the hand that you had tangled in his hair shot down to grip onto his impossibly muscular forearm, encouraging exactly what he was doing. Absently, you felt your head being shifted as Kuroo slipped his other arm under your pillow, reaching for your opposite hand and interlacing his fingers with yours, pulling your entwined arms to your chest so he could hold you even closer as your hips started bucking against his touch.

Kuroo’s pants were just as hot and needy as yours were now, getting off on feeling you fall apart in his arms. His low groans and insistent huffs filled your ears as his finger continued circling with increasing vigor around your practically-humming clit. You barely noticed as he added a second finger, his strokes growing in pressure and speed. Your brain was clouded with your impending high and you let yourself moan out his name, everything seeming to move too quickly and yet not at all.

Kuroo’s tongue returned to your neck, drunk off the feeling of tasting you, and he groaned loudly and wantonly by your ear. The earnest sound of his pleasure at your own reactions sent you over the edge and both your hands tightened on the places where they were already gripping him hard. You let your mind leave your body for a second as you came completely undone in Kuroo’s arms, feeling so safe and secure as he helped you prolong your bliss, holding you close with his other arm while your body went completely slack in his embrace.

You half-sighed, half-panted as the post-orgasm high replaced the high of the climax, and a tired, dopey smile spread across your lips. You released your death grip on Kuroo’s hand and forearm and you felt him sigh against your back. He shifted slightly behind you and you were suddenly hyper aware of how much his body heat had been warming your back. You half-rolled over to chase the warmth as he pulled his hand from your shorts in the same motion. As you rolled, Kuroo’s knee came to rest in between yours, hovering above you with a tired but loving expression on his face. The warm yellow light that spilled across his face seemed to light his eyes from the inside, and his slight blush combined with the way the sun made his golden eyes sparkle made you feel like putty beneath him. You sighed contentedly and reached up to bring him into a sweet kiss. Chaste, thankful.

“Feeling any better?” he smirked as he pulled away slightly, looking at you through hooded eyes.

You just laughed and pulled him closer, aware of the growing hardness resting against your thigh.

“Oh, very,” you grinned, feeling bubbly in your bliss. “But I think I can feel even better, don’t you?”

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years

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The Spider's Bride Part 5

Pairing: spider!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, forced marriage, smut, breeding.

Words: 1835.

Summary: Whoever your stepmother sold you to, he wasn’t as honorable as she claimed.

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Part 4

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That night was the new beginning. Despite Bucky refusing to do anything except kissing you, you spent several hours talking and getting to know each other like lovers would, finally. You ceased to be afraid of him, the only one who had truly cared about you and ready to smother you with love and constant attention. In one week you tried watching Bucky regaining his true form, and, though it wasn't easy, you didn't feel repulsed or frightened to death. He was just different. Slowly, you came to terms with it.

The more open-minded you became, the easier it was to accept the reality you lived in now. You were lucky to have Bucky's sisters always encouraging you to get to know the world around you better: you could talk to them about things you were too embarrassed to ask your betrothed, and they had never even once refused you. At one point you started going out to the town, Bucky always close to you to protect you from anything you deemed scary. Though you were an outsider, someone who didn't even belong to the same kind as them, you were treated with respect and provided with support you needed so much. You even made a few friends, two female arachnids and a couple of elderly dark elves.

Then the day of the wedding had come. By this time you got accustomed to Bucky's spider form so much that being around many of his relatives - dear Lord, since he lived alone you could never guess he had such a big family - wasn't frightening at all. More than that, you really enjoyed being carried by your beloved on his spider-like body because the fancy wedding dress heavily embroidered with pearls and silver threads made it nearly impossible to move for you. Funny, just months ago you couldn't force yourself to look at those eight long legs with claws on the ends.

"Bucky, on your right!" Before the vicious lamia attacked the two of you, you had casted a barrier, protecting Bucky from a strong snake tail ready to strike.

Snapping out of his thoughts, your husband let out a strong silver rope that wrapped itself around creature's tail while Bucky charmed the monster, making it fall to the ground with a loud thud. You exhaled loudly above his ear, rubbing his chest and clinging closer to him.

"Dear, it's not the time to space out just yet." You said, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. "I don't want the kids to worry about their careless dad getting injured."

His cheeks grew warm at the mention of your kids, beautiful boy and girl you had given him a few years ago. There was nothing else that could bring Bucky more joy than watching you and them playing in the evening, his house filled with cheerful laugh and loud voices. He had never known he could ever give someone as much love as he gave his family, but Bucky didn't know someone could love him so strongly in return either. He had never felt happier in his entire life.

He adored graceful forms you had granted your children, their bodies looking even more human than his sisters', but when he talked about that, you always interrupted him saying that he doesn't look less beautiful to you just because he has more hair and his body is darker than theirs. It was unfair, you said and kept kissing him until he melted from your touch. One day you had to give him a big lecture upon judging the others based on their looks. Bucky couldn't possibly teach his own children they were better than others purely because they looked more crab-like rather than spider-like!

He smiled at you, eyeing him with concern. You were the best mother to their kids he could ever wish for.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." He kissed the tip of your nose, making you giggle.

"Are you worrying about the children again?" You asked gently, knowing they were perfectly alright with Arabella and Miria. "Daddy?"

Oh, you loved watching him getting as red as tomato. What a little minx! You knew perfectly he got aroused when you called him that.

"Let's get out of here." He left a glowing charmed mark on the ground, showing where the lamia laid and surrounding it with a barrier. "I think we've done enough."

"If you refer to patrolling the forest, then yes." You smirked, and he felt warmth spreading in his chest as he remembered how eager you had been when he made love to you in whatever form. "You know, if not those damn creatures, I'd prefer riding on your back naked. It feels so good when I touch your lower body with my bare skin."

"Dear, I will fuck you against the tree right here if you don't stop." He growled, getting frustrated he couldn't touch you properly while you gigled in his long dark hair.

Bucky hurried further into the woods to the territory you two had already checked and cleared from any Hydra's monsters. Oh Lord, he desperately wanted to see you naked with your breasts and hips fully on display in front of him, calling him daddy when he fingered you, listening to your mewls and moans. It didn't help that you were already massaging his lower body, exactly the mound that covered his painfully hard cock.

"It's not even the mating season yet, but you're so eager." You laughed a little, and Bucky bit his lips.

"Look who's talking. I can feel you growing hot down there, little one."

You squeezed your thighs around his torso and started murming something that made him want to throw you to the ground and get on top of you immediately. Slowly stripping him of his leather jacket, you took off your own once your husband stopped, finding the right spot, and then you quickly slip off your pants.

"Come here, naughty girl." Bucky growled, helping you to come down and then lifting you up with his strong hands so you could lean to him. "You're too eager today. What happened?"

"I wanna mate, Gods, I wanna mate with you so bad." Your breath grew hotter as you felt his mound opening and his long, already leaking with precum cock touching your thigh. "Please. Today... isn't my safe day."

"Shit." He moaned, his instincts getting the better of him in an instant when you said you were ovulating. Damn it, he couldn't resist sliding inside your wet pussy, bottoming you out in one thrust. As you let out a hiss of pain and pleasure - he was damn big, and sometimes it wasn't easy to take him all - Bucky claimed your mouth with his, his grip on your body growing stronger. "You want me to knock you up again, honey? You want me to fill you with my seed? Because I fucking will."

You couldn't even answer him when Bucky rutted himself into you, drawing mewls and gasps from you as he fucked your relentlessly against the tree just as he promised, pressing the tip of his cock into your cervix. His mouth was on your neck, leaving little spots on your gentle skin, marking you his, claiming you just like the first time. Huh, you knew you needed to talk to him about having more kids when he wasn't aroused so much as your body was barely prepared for such intense session - he kept thrusting even after you cummed on top of his cock, screaming his name.

"Bucky, p-please, ah-"

"Little minx. You wanna grow heavy with my brood again, and you didn't tell me?" His dangerously low voice made your pussy throb around him, and you tried to find purchase in his shoulders, gripping them tighter. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Ahh, I'm s... s-sorry, daddy. I wanted t-to surprise you... ahh!" He inched you closer, holding your soft body against his, your lovely breasts pressing into Bucky's chest as he bottomed you out again, drawing a fucking scream from you.

Carefully sliding his hands down your body, he took you by the hips, and you crossed your legs behind his lower back, your toes curling. Your back arched of its own accord when you felt the coil starting to build up in your belly again, and you moaned louder, throwing your head back. The next second Bucky attached his lips to your neck, groaning at how tightly your walls were clenching him. The thought of you getting pregnant again made him burn with desire to fill you up to the brim.

"I'm gonna mate you till I'm sure I knocked you up." He whispered hotly in your ear, rolling his hips the way it made you see stars.

You were screaming his name as he picked up the pace, practucally pushing you into the tree, leaving a pair of scratches on your back, but you didn't care. The only one on your mind was the man who kissed and sucked and bit down on your skin, fucking you until you nearly passed out. As you squeezed him tighter, cumming again, you felt him finally stilling and releasing his hot sticky seed into your unprotected womb.

"I love you." He exhaled, his eyelashes trembling as he kissed you, grasping your ass as he filled you to the brim with his cum.

"I love you too." You muttered, touching his face with your lips. Mating with your lovely monster felt so fucking good.

You couldn't possibly imagine the depth of Bucky's gratitude for giving him a chance, for letting him love you, but he couldn't imagine how much you would grow to care about him either. Even after those years you two spent together, sometimes he was afraid you'd still flinch when he came to drop a kiss on your cheek or rub your back. However, the only thing you did was encouraging Bucky to continue, and then things often moved to your bedroom. The only reason why you didn't give him more children was because bearing an arachnid wasn't easy, and Bucky wanted to take care of your health, not destroy your gentle human body with constant pregnancies. But today... today you made him the happiest man in the world again.

Carefully lifting you up from his cock, Bucky took you in his arms like a bride, watching you breathing tiredly. He felt like he could explode from all the love gathered inside him.

"Oh, don't tell me I need to dress now." You pouted, and he chuckled, casting a spell - the very next second your body was fully dressed in your clothes again. Though you could feel his cum dripping out on your panties, it didn't bother you now. "You know, you have to teach me this thing if we will keep patrolling the forest."

Bucky got red when you winked at him and then laughed out loud, starting to walk back to the cave hidden deep into the woods.

THE END

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theficplug · 4 years

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The Way You Make Me Feel

M'Baku x Black Plus Sized Reader

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{This is low-key just filthy M'Baku smut. I'm sorry lmao. 18+ as always and umm. Also this is for my fellow 200+ pounds club girls too. ✌🏾}

Hearing your fiance announce that he was home and immediately go to his office after pecking your lips was a clear indication of a bad day.

You usually don't get more than a casual conversation in until the first six inches of him is snuggled into you.

“I made veggie burgers and some waffle fries love, if you’re hungry. You wanna talk about it?” You ask from the doorway of M’Baku’s office.

You know that in his country he was a warrior. A man that defended his people with great honor, strength, and braveness.

He had agreed to move to America when your engagement happened because you couldn't bare to be away from your family and especially your mother for so long. His adjustment to the new people, new customs, and other differences was quite difficult for him.

“No thank you. ” He says but he never looks up from the paperwork on his desk. He was less than thrilled with his new job. You knew that he's far more qualified for almost any job/career, and sticking him with the label 'intern’ and having him put stamps on envelopes/file papers only agitated him.

“This is is only temporary, boo. Only until we can find something better. Just for now. And then we raise our babies in Wakanda. Deal?” You say quietly as you watch his shoulders tense and he puts the pen down before leaning back in the chair.

“Come.” He says and you waste no time padding across the room to him. His large form engulfing you as you sit on his lap and lay your head on his shoulder.

“Love you” you mumble to him as he massages your back. You let out a sigh of relief as you feel him relax against you.

“You know that even in my time of frustration. My heart is always with you , right?” He says lowly as his strong hands move down to run his fingertips against your bare thighs. You shiver feeling the goosebumps rise against your skin. It didn't take much due to the fact that you were only wearing one of his old t-shirts.

It was late at night and both of you slept nude anyways so you didn't bother putting on anything but his old shirt. When you heard your fiance walk through the door your only thought was that you wanted to be with him.

“I know. I never doubt that. I know that you aren't going to be cheery everyday babe. You know that I've got you and we can spend your off day tomorrow looking for something else but for tonight. Let me make you feel better, yes?” You whisper against his ear before leaning up to massage his shoulders over his unbuttoned dress shirt. He sits up to kiss your forehead and slide his hands under your shirt.

You take a moment to strip off his white dress shirt and then unbutton his pants.

You grab his large hands in yours before leaning into kiss him sloppily for a moment. Slowly letting your tongues work together before tugging on his bottom lip.

You slowly make your way kissing down his neck and chest before kissing over to his nipple. You chuckle softly as you feel him shiver when you swirl your tongue around his nipple and suckle it softly before switching to the right one.

You ghost your fingers light down his soft stomach over and over watching him squirm slightly. You feather your fingertips over his erection that's already starting to become constricted against the black boxer briefs. You nip at his stomach and suckle a few hickies into his deep rich hickory skin.

Placing a kiss to his left hip and then his right before finally making your way onto your knees and sliding his boxers off.

You slide your hands ups and downs his thighs dragging your nails down his thighs and lean in to place a kiss to his balls before licking from the base of him to the tip of his dick. Your hands never leaving his thighs and never breaking eye contact.

His breathing has now become jagged and you can tell the anticipation is becoming too much for him.

"Is this for me?" You ask as you grab his dick stroking him slowly working your hand up and down.

"Always" he says in a low hushed tone waiting for you to finally take him into your mouth.

All 9 inches of him was now standing proudly and started to throb as you take in the tip, your hand still working over the base of him and massaging his balls.

You never stop massaging his balls as you take the first five inches letting your soft pillowy lips run up and down his shaft. As you hollow your cheeks and work him into your mouth and towards your throat to deepthroat him.

He scratches softly at your scalp as he grips our hair gently urging you to take all of him.

"Good girl. You're such a good girl for me aren't you? Look at me." He commands as you look up at him.

Your eyes are already starting to tear up as you approach inch 8.

You gag softly and relax your throat more breathing through your nose as you reach inch 9. You watch as he starts to thrust slowly letting you adjust and you moan softly loving the feeling of being engulfed by him.

You use the spit slowly dripping down and massage over his balls as he thrusts a bit faster.

You hear him groaning your name over and over giving you all the praise in the world.

"My pretty fucking queen. My slutty fucking baby. Phefumla (breathe)." He moans as he massages your jaw before gripping your face in his hand. He smacks your face softly and you smile against him.

This sometimes quiet and reserved man who is always too afraid that he'll hurt you is finally giving you what you asked for.

"You like that?" He asks as he smacks your left cheek. But of course never hard enough to hurt you.

He pulls you up slowly off of him with a quiet pop and you breathe slowly already missing the feeling of him.

"On the desk." Is all that he says before standing up and pumping himself slowly while watching you follow commands.

"Yes sir." You reply quickly tossing the shirt to the side and laying back on his desk.

"Uh- uh vula (open). (Dlala ngayo nditsho ndimanzi (Play with it. Get it wet for me)." He demands while watching you run your fingers over your clit and down further teasing yourself as you close your eyes. Your lips already turned in a pout.

"Yes sir. Please sir, it feels so much better when you do it." You moan as he wraps his large hands around your thighs and slides you closer to him.

He spanks your pussy repeatedly and held your legs open for him and chuckles softly as you grip his wrist and he brings his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers.

M'Baku runs his dick up and down your pussy before leaning down to suckle your nipple. Tugging at the brown bud until your whimpering and then moving on to the other as he slowly enters you letting you adjust to him.

He kisses as your neck before fully standing up and snuggling into you as he wraps your thick thighs around his waist.

"You're so fucking pretty baby." M'Baku looks over you in awe as he stretches you out slowly at first and you smile up at him.

"Shiiittt , you feel so good baby daddy." You whine as he picks up his pace. His hips rolling into you at an angle that hits your spot just right as your eyes roll back.

"Baku fuck, I can literally feel you throbbing. Bae how are this fucking hard for me" you whine as he grips your hips and begin to pound into it. He loved watching your breasts bounce and you try to brace yourself by holding onto the desk but found it no help.

Before you knew it he was wrapping his hand around your throat and giving you everything he had.

"Oooh bae, fuck- stop playing you're gonna break the desk." You half whimper and half laugh as he chuckled lowly with you.

You were grateful that sex with your best friend could be like this. Even while he's fucking your walls up y'all are still laughing at breaking his desk.

"The desk? That's what you're thinking of?" He asks as he stops thrusting.

"No sir, please don't stop. Please?" You say to him with a pout as he pulls out slowly and drops to his knees.

He latches onto your clit slowly working his tongue over it and sucking it before eating you out like it's his last meal. You grip the back of his head letting out a long drawn out moan of his name.

"Permission to cum? I cant-" you were cut off by him simply saying "no".

The tears fill your eyes again as he stops again.

You couldn't take him edging you again as he sat up your wetness given a glisten and sheen to this thick beard and mouth.

"Baaab" is all that you could get out before he's already lifting you onto him and against the wall next to the desk.

You shriek softly thinking that being apart of the 200+ pound club wouldn't make it easy for him. This man lifted you like a feather placing you against the wall securely before lowering you down onto him and attaching his lips to yours. Letting his mouth drown out all your moans.

"I know. I know, give it to me. You have permission to let it go baby. Are you going to make a mess for me?" He asks sweetly as he kisses the side of your face and neck while fucking into you at a pace that makes you feel like you can't even catch your breath.

You start to feel overheated and dizzy as your orgasm starts to hit you hard.

Your toes curl and you close your eyes trying to brace yourself as he pulls out and you waterfall.

M'Baku gives you a section to catch your breath before he lays you back on the desk and chases his own.

You take him into your mouth again massaging his balls as he stands on the side of the desk.

His groans are louder as he gripped your chin and let's go in your mouth.

"Fuck." He says quietly as you swallow and you wipe your mouth before he leans down to kiss you sloppily.

"Sir, you nasty." you say laughing softly

"Mmmhmm" he replies before helping you up and grabbing towels for y'all to clean up.

"Love you." You call after him

"I love you. Thank you." He says returning and massaging your thighs and kissing your forehead before offering a bubble bath.

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moody-cowdaddy · 5 years

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Can't Hardly Wait

Low Honor!Dominant!Arthur Morgan x Reader | Oneshot/Drabble #1

Summary: You and Arthur have had an unsuccessful hunting trip, but you decide to spice things up.

Category: SMUT. SMUT. SMUT.

A/N: I love writing lovey dovey fluff, but I'm ready to write some hot cowboy smut. I've written a lot of it in my day, and I think this is in the top 3 of the raunchiest. Again, I apologize this doesn't have a 'KEEP READING', if anyone knows how to add it while on mobile, PLEASE let me know.

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You and Arthur had been walking for what felt like hours now, with not a deer, rabbit, squirrel, or even a grizzly bear in sight. The two of you had been out hunting for well over two hours without any luck, and it didn't look like it was gonna change anytime soon. The longer you walked, looking around and finding absolutely nothing, the more that Arthur got agitated.

"Goddamnit." You could hear him hiss under his breathe as he slung his rifle over his shoulder.

"Maybe we'll have more luck tomorrow," You said, trying to stay positive, but mostly trying to sway him to leave.

"Yeah, an' if go back empty-handed, I'm gonna have'ta hear Pearson pesterin' me for the rest'a the night about a goddamn deer, darlin'. An' I might shoot him this time," He snapped in that gravelly tone.

Most people got very concerned, even fearful of their own life when Arthur got mad. I mean, that usually was when people died in his precense. But, you were the least bit nervous, seeing him get like this never failed to get you going, and it almost always led to him fucking your brains clear outta your skull. It had been a few days since you and he had any real alone time, and that's really all you wanted at the moment, the deer and squirrels, or anyone else be damned, for that moment.

"Pearson nags regardless, Arthur," you said, giving him a look.

He sighed, "It'll be worse if I don't bring food."

You, beginning to get fed up with the situation yourself, grabbed his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

"What, what is it?" He asked, seeming to get just a slight bit more annoyed.

"Well, If we're gonna be stuck here for time bein', why don't we occupy ourselves, cowboy?" You said in the most seductive tone you could muster as you pressed your hands against his firm chest.

Arthur shifted his stance, huffing as he looked down at you sternly, "Ya know we gotta get this shit done, gal."

You hummed up at him, dropping your gun to the ground beside you. "Honey, are you really turnin' me away?"

He smirked, reaching out to grab you by the chin, keeping your head firmly in place as he stared down at you. "Ya know damn well that I ain't. I wanna git ya outta them clothes fast as I can, but we ain't got the time right now."

"Shit, Arthur," you whined. "I ain't askin' ya to romance me right now. Just give it to me quick."

He squeezed your chin a little harder, "You tryna tell me what'ta do?"

You chewed on your lip feverishly, squeezing your legs together tightly as you looked up at him wantonly, aching and desperate for him.

"What if I ask nicely?" You pursed your lips.

He seemed to soften up just the slightest bit with the way you were looking up at him. Even a man that was as much of a hardass as he was at times got a little weak when a woman was standing in from of him begging to get fucked.

"Three days is far too long, Arthur. You know it, an' I know it," you spoke again.

He let out a growling sigh, knowing you were right. "'Course it is. But we gotta get back'ta them horses."

He tried to pull away, but you held his shoulders tight, giving him a slight push. Your hand shot down between the two of you as you grabbed his crotch, feeling how hard he already was for you. You looked up at him with a knowing smile. He wanted it just as bad as you did, and you already knew he wasn't going anywhere until this was finished. He knew that just as well, if not better, than you did.

"Why do that when you can ride me?" You purred, pulling up one of your legs to grip his while you gave his hard cock a squeeze. "Please, Daddy."

He stood there for a moment, his lips parting slightly as he stared at you. Things took a sudden change as you watched as an all too familiar dangerous expression appeared on his face. His eyes had gone dark, clouded completely with intent and lust; his hand instantly reached out, grabbing you by your throat as he backed you against a nearby tree, almost stumbling over your own feet at the sudden movement. You gave a whimper as his other hand reach down to grab a handful of your ass, then bringing it down to your thigh to lift that leg up, pressing his erection down into your clothed sex.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest now. Whenever Arthur got like this, you were always sure to get the fucking of a lifetime.

With his hand still gripping firmly around your neck, he pressed his face against yours, kissing you hard. You moaned softly, feeling the stubble of his face against your soft skin, and the woodsy scent on him. That combination was enough to drive you crazy all on it's own. He released your neck, bringing both hands to your chest as he got a grip on your shirt, ripping it open to reveal your supple breats to him. He made a small, satisfied grunt at the sight of them as he ducked his head down, planting hard, wet kisses along them, stopping short only to drag his tongue over one of your nipples. You moaned a little louder, gripping his shoulder as you pressed your hips up into him.

"Arthur." That was all that you could say.

He pulled back, looking down at you with a demanding, sultry gaze. "Get them pants off, girl. Now," he growled at you in that delicious tone of voice.

You nodded, obeying his command as your hands automatically reached down, fumbling nervously as you tried to undo the buckle on your gunbelt and pants all at once. He observed you carefully as you took it off, slowly unbuckling his own gunbelt and pants, pawing at his cock through his work pants as he waited. But you were clearly taking too long for his liking. He pulled your hands out of the way as he curled his long, thick fingers through the top of your pants, ripping them down to your ankles to leave you exposed to him.

He grabbed a handful of your hair, bringing you down to the forest floor with him, until you were on all fours. He lowered himself to his knees, positioning himself right behind you. You stifled back another moan, digging your fingertips into the earth when you felt the head of his length brush against your wet entrance. He didn't give you much time to adjust before he pushed himself inside of you.

You gasped for breathe as you felt his member stretching you open. Sometimes his size could be a lot to try to handle all at once, but it still felt so damn good. He gave your hair a hard tug, forcing you to lift your body up until his lips were brushing against your ear.

"This what ya wanted, darlin', huh?" He whispered gruffly into you ear, thrusting his hips roughly against yours once. "You want me'ta fuck ya like'a bitch in heat, right here, right now. That what ya want?"

You moaned heavily, even more turned on by the way he was talking to you right now. You nodded your head in several rapid successions. "Oh God, yes. Fuck me, Arthur."

A groan reverberated within his chest as he then push you back down to the ground, with his hand still entwined with your hair while he shoved the side of your face to the ground, forcing you to arch your back for him; he kept a tight, firm grip on your hair as he began to work on you relentlessly with his hips. He slammed them into you, repeatedly, the sound of skin slapping against skin growing louder by the minute.

He groaned, cursing under his breath as he gave your ass a hard slap with his free hand, making you cry out for him. It was pain mixed with pleasure, but you could already tell that you were gonna be sore as shit after this little adventure.

You gritted your teeth together, hard. Your moans slowly began turning into desperate whimpers as you could feel his cock stretching your core open every time he thrust himself deeper inside of you. Arthur leaned down, biting and leaving heated kisses against the skin of your back, his beard roughly scratching the delicate skin.

He only slowed up his pace momentarily, so he could pull his cock out of you, leaving you dripping with arousal and begging him for more. He pushed himself forcefully back inside you once more. God, you loved him when he was like this. In this moment, he was completely unhinged as he fucked you with the ferocity and demeanor of a wild animal.

You screamed out, doing your best to try to remain somewhat composed before anyone in a nearby area heard you screaming bloody murder. Arthur snaked his hand around your body, running his finger through your slick folds until he found that small bundle of nerves. This only ensured that you'd be screaming even louder for him. You pushed yourself back against his cock, gyrating your hips as he rubbed circles around your clit.

"Arthur," you panted. You had dug your nails into the ground so hard that they were now knuckle deep in the earth as you held on for dear life. "I can't take it."

You both knew that was a total lie, and you could hear him grunt and chuckle behind you. He pulled you up by your hair again, until your back was pressed against his body. He had unbuttoned his shirt at some point, so now your skin was pressed against his.

"Yeah, ya can. You take my cock so goddamn good." He groaned gruffly into your ear before pressing a long kiss onto your neck. He brought his head back up to your ear, "I ain't stoppin' 'til you cum for me, girl."

You moaned, nodding your head furiously as he whispered in your ear. You pulled both of your hands up to wrap them around the back of his head, running your fingers through his shoulder length hair. You could feel the sweat and heat on him while he continued rubbing rhythmic circles around your clit - biting, kissing, licking, and sucking along your neck and shoulder.

You were just about give out now, and you could feel your orgasm running up on you like a stampede of wild horses, your legs began to shake with such an intensity that you knew you'd fall over if Arthur wasn't holding you up now.

"Oh goddamnit, Arthur. I'm gonna cum," you whimpered.

Your breathing became shallow and labored as you felt your climax welling up in the pit of your stomach, like a tight knot that had finally been untied. Arthur groaned, pressing his head against the back of yours as he tried keeping up his own pace once he felt your walls tighten around his sizeable cock.

"That's my girl. Just like'at," he whispered gruffly at you, guiding your hips with his free hand.

That in itself was enough to push you over the edge. You could feel the first few shockwaves of your orgasm as it came trickling out little by little, until the dam that was holding everything back finally burst. You could feel it washing over you wave by wave by wave. You were pretty sure you had gone delirious, forgetting where you even were at that moment in time.

Arthur moaned a little louder, "Ah, that's it, darlin'. Get my cock wet."

"Shit, daddy. You feel so good," you whimpered. Actual tears welled up in your eyes at the overwhelming sensation.

You tightened your grip on his hair as you bounced your hips against his, riding out your orgasm that seemed to be neverending at this point. Arthur's moans increased as he held onto you, the rhythm of his hips becoming even more erratic as you grinding yourself against his cock, intent on making him cum just as hard as you did.

"Ride it, girl. Don't fuckin' stop," he growled at you.

He reached up to put one hand on your throat again, and the other on one of your breasts as he groaned into your ear, enjoying himself as you squeezed and moved yourself along his cock. You could tell he was getting close when his breathing became labored, and all you could hear out of him anymore was a symphony of animalistic grunts.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Goddamn." Was all that you could hear, or understand, him grunt out as he slammed his hips into roughly one last time before he quickly pulled himself out of you.

You moaned, pressing yourself against him harder as you felt him pull his cock out of you, feeling the first few hot spurts of his release while he used his hand to stroke himself, leaving a stream of cum running down the inside of your wet folds and thigh.

He gave you another spine chilling kiss on your neck before he finally released you from his grip. You let yourself drop back down to the ground, rolling over onto your back as you look up at Arthur. He smirked down at you, he was a sweaty mess, with his long hair hanging down into his face. He buttoned his pants back up as he lowered himself on top of you, cupping the side of your face. His dark eyes that were filled with so much lust a moment ago had gone back to those beautiful, crystal blue/green eyes that you loved so.

"You satisfied now, woman?" He drawled in in that familiar southern accent.

You nodded, almost too tired to even speak, "Very. I think it's time to pack up now."

"Ehh, maybe so," He finally agreed. He shifted his attention down to your thighs, momentarily, admiring his work before meeting your eyes again. "I'm tempted to make ya wear it like that without cleanin' off." He gave you wicked smirk.

You hummed, biting your lip at him. "You are a bad man, Arthur Morgan," you said jokingly.

"Don't I know it, darlin'," he chuckled, leaning down to kiss you once more.

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etlunainmorte · 4 years

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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

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XXXII

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his fingers gliding through the strings of (Y/N)'s violin. He opened his eyes, putting the antique Guarneri ( that made Dante even more broke than ever before ) under his left jaw, and tuned it for a few minutes, carefully turning the fragile pegs and gliding the bow against the four strings.

And when he finally finished tuning the violin, he started playing Paganini's most popular Caprice.

However, four notes in and someone was already interrupting him. He heard someone knocking impatiently on the door.

V sighed, carefully placing the violin back to its case, and went towards the door to answer whoever it was. It really wasn't the right time for him to have any visitors, since Nico was away, and no one would be able to entertain them or tend to their needs other than him, and Griffon and Shadow were definitely not an option for that.

But, what if it is her,...?

With a slight ray of hope that the visitor might really be (Y/N), herself, he opened the door, expecting to see her lovely face, wanting to embrace her and welcome her back,...

"Joyeux anniversaire! Joyeux anniversaire! Joyeux anniversaire, (Y/N)! Joyeux anniversa - !"

"Petya!" A tall and haughty woman whispered as she nudged the shorter man next to her who was singing that French song.

The man, who was startled to see V, scratched his head and turned to the people behind him. "Is this the right place?"

"I'm sure of it." A dark haired young woman, who was browsing through a manual of some sort, answered.

"Maybe she moved a long time ago?" A bearded man, who was as tall as the lady who nudged the other guy, next to her answered.

"Who are these people, V?" Griffon, who joined the poet on the doorway to see who the visitors were, asked.

"I,... have an idea,..." V admitted as he glanced one more time at the guests: the tall woman, the short man ( apparently his name was Petya ) who was singing, the dark haired young woman behind them, the bearded man next to her, and an old nun at the back.

There is no doubt about it. They were,...

"No, this is the right place." The nun told them, making them turn to her. "I'm sure of it." She said, then glanced at V. "I believe you know our friend, (Y/N)?"

"Yes." V answered. Not really wanting to keep them standing outside, anyway, he made way for them and invited them in, and a few minutes later, all of them were seated on the sofa, awkwardly waiting for anyone to speak as they fumbled on the things each of them were carrying.

Presents? And,... groceries?

"Umm, sir,"

"You can call me V."

"Mr. V," the young woman said. " ... where is (Y/N)?"

V felt his heart stop for a moment. Of course, they would go looking for her. He just didn't expect it to happen this soon. And how would he answer them? That she left because he hurt her?

"She's,... not here,... as of the moment." V struggled with his answer as he tried not to look directly into the young woman's eyes.

However, the nun sensed all of this despite the poet hiding his emotions and intentions too well. She knew him from her stories, after all.

And she knew, sensed, that something was definitely wrong.

"May we know when she'll be back?" The young woman prodded on.

Oh, no,... "I,... do not know." And it was the truth.

The tall lady, who was sitting next to Petya, gave the poet a strange look from head to foot, seemingly in appraisal of him, and raised an eyebrow.

White haired man,...

... who plays the violin,...

Then, like a landslide, everything went back to Natasha. Her eyes darting from the violin on the table then to V, she spoke.

"Ты тот мужчина из-за кого она так больно плакала!"

V didn't understand a single word she said but, it made Petya's eyes widen nervously.

"Natasha!" Petya whispered hysterically to his wife as the other guests glanced at them in both suspicion and concern.

Petya looking like that at the woman, she definitely said something not good about me. V thought as Petya looked back at him with a sheepish smile.

"Ah, w - what she said is that s - she knew you from (Y/N)'s stories." Petya stuttered, only making V more suspicious. Then, he looked back at the haughty woman. "Natasha, please,..."

"Это не шутки, Петя! Никакой мужчина не должен вызывать у никакой женщины плач!"

"What's going on?" The young woman asked, clearly confused as to what Natasha was saying.

"Natasha, dear, I think it's better if we treat our host with the utmost respect." The nun spoke, trying to break the tense atmosphere between the sharp - tongued woman and V. Petya translated for her, and upon hearing the nun's intention, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she calmed herself.

Exhaling and giving V one last look of disdain, she stood up and went towards the window. "Мне нужен свежий боздух."

The bearded man next to the young woman watched Natasha as she isolated herself from the group and wondered what set her off. There must be something that the couple knew that they didn't.

But, what was it? And why was Natasha so upset, if not mad, about it?

The man, then, turned to V, who was leaning against the wall next to a strange - looking bald and lanky boy, and spoke, "You said that you don't know when she'll be back. Where did she go, exactly?"

"Okay, Mr. Foreign Hippie, that's enough questions for today." Griffon interrupted, holding out a hand in front of V to keep the poet from making things worse. "Why did you come here, anyway?"

"We might have forgotten the actual date but, I think it's her birthday today." The young woman answered with a smile. "And we really wanted to surprise her."

She really has grown,...

"My name is Alicia. I'm a college student from Spain." She introduced herself. Then, turning to her companions, she graciously gestured and introduced them, as well. "This is Mr. Petya."

"Bonjour!" The jolly Frenchman greeted.

"He's the owner of Roses And Vodka in France. And that's Ms. Natasha - "

"Solagne." The stubborn woman, who was still staring out of the window, corrected, enunciating the syllables in a low and clear voice.

"Solagne. Ms. Solagne." Alicia repeated cautiously. "Singer from Roses And Vodka, and Mr. Petya's wife."

"You can call me Sister Christina." The nun introduced herself. "It is an honor to finally meet you."

"Likewise." The poet, who was still feeling tensed and uncomfortable, answered.

"And this is Cagliostro!" Alicia tapped the bearded man's shoulder as she introduced him with a proud smile. "He's a popular artist from Italy."

But, of course, none of them had to introduce themselves in the first place. He has seen them all through (Y/N)'s memories.

And he knew that they would hate him thoroughly when they find out,...

Alicia clapped her hands, getting the attention of everyone. "Okay! So, why don't we liven things up by preparing dinner for everyone? I hope you don't mind us using the kitchen, Mr. V."

"Wait a second here! We - " Griffon began but he was cut off as Alicia went on with her pep talk.

"Mr. Petya, you can do the drinks, right?"

"Naturally!" Petya proudly declared as he took out a bottle of Vodka from his huge shopping bag. "I didn't come all the way from France unprepared."

"And Sister Christina, you can help me with meals, right? I mean, if it's not too much for you."

"Of course,..." The nun answered, still a bit hesitant, as she glanced at V's direction.

"And Cagliostro, you do the - "

"I can do anything for dear (Y/N)." The Italian interjected. It seemed that he was just as nervous as V was. And who could really blame him? "I just wanted to know where she is and when she'll be back."

"She will be back, I know!" Alicia exclaimed, not letting anyone, or anything, suck out the optimism in her. "I mean, she always keeps her promises."

"But, didn't she stop seeing us a year ago? If she really wanted to see us, then - "

"I know. I only want us to meet again and - "

"I'm afraid to say that,"

All of the guests, even Natasha, turned towards V when he suddenly spoke, looking at them with a strange expression on his face as he leaned on his metal cane.

" ... your efforts,... would only be wasted."

There was a momentary silence between them after hearing those words that seemed to have fallen right before them like a bomb, and when V didn't make any move to take back what he said or simply wave it off as a crude and tasteless joke, Alicia stepped forward and tried to break through the tense atmosphere.

"I know I made a mistake back then when I pushed her away but," she began, feeling her eyes already beginning to burn. " ... I want to make up for it! I want to apologize for what I did. I want to fix everything between us!" She took a sharp breath as the tears finally poured out of her eyes. "Please, allow us to do this for her, Mr. V."

V stepped closer and regarded her coldly, hoping for her to just give up, drop everything, and leave. He felt really rude for doing so but, he really had no other choice. Their efforts,... would truly be wasted.

"You don't understand,... anything." V told her, his voice not faltering, his resolve as hard as stone. "Please, do not make this any harder for all of us."

"If we don't understand anything, then why won't you explain everything?!" Cagliostro, now losing his temper with the unknown, mysterious man, retorted.

"Okay, people! Let's not make this complicated, please?" Petya butted in just in time before Cagliostro could do anything. He turned to V and spoke, "Could you, please, just tell us when she'll be back? Then, we'll be on our way, I promise."

"Didn't ya understand what Shakespeare just said?!" Griffon, now truly annoyed with all the visitors, yelled. "She's gone! Bam! And we don't know when she'll be back!"

After hearing the familiar's words, Cagliostro looked like he was just hit by someone really hard, Petya and Alicia both looked shocked and worried, and Natasha, who honestly did not understand any word that has been exchanged but could understand the situation, anyway, only gave them a sideways glance.

"What do you mean by that?" Petya asked, still unable to believe those words. "I mean, she can't be - "

"She can't be dead, right?!" Alicia questioned as she went closer to V, wanting to grab the man by the collar and shake him.

The poet looked down at her and stood his ground. "She's not,... dead. I assure you."

"What did you do to her?" Everyone, including Natasha, herself, turned towards the painter as he dangerously went closer towards V, making Griffon and Petya come forward to grab each man should a fight start between them. "TELL ME! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

And V? He just didn't see any more reason to keep the truth from them any longer.

With a deep sigh and a tilt of the head as he tried to keep himself calm, he said, "I hurt her."

Sister Christina turned away, feeling hurt at what V just told them. She knew all of (Y/N)'s sacrifices for ten years just to find him. She witnessed her efforts, and saw her deep longing.

And to hear that painful truth from the man she loved,...

She really felt that this visit was a huge mistake.

Before anyone could stop him, Cagliostro tackled V and grabbed him by the collar. Despite Griffon, Petya, and Alicia's efforts to stop him and break them free, the painter just couldn't be stopped. V did not even do anything, nor lift a single finger, to stop the man from assaulting him.

He deserved it, anyway. And more.

"TU!" Cagliostro screamed at V's face. "Come ti permetti di mostrare la tua faccia qui dopo quello che le hai fatto?! Vuoi sapere che e successo?! E sparita?! Per causa tua, perché l'hai ferita, a tal punto che ha deciso di andarsene, e Dio solo sa dov'è ora! Ho voglia di tirarti un pugno, ho davvero tanta voglia di picchiarti, ma non meriti nemmeno un dito!" He let go of the poet's now ripped collar, pushing him as he did so.

However, Cagliostro was far from done with him.

Trembling and pointing angrily at him as tears started pouring out, he said, "Perché mi comporto così? Perché lei ti ama, ma allo stesso tempo io amo lei e persino sapendo che questo mi fa male ho voluto che lei fosse felice con te, ma ora lei e sparita! Per colpa tua!"

Before the hurt and angry painter could utter any more words, a hand forcefully went down his shoulder and actually turned him around. It was the Russian singer, herself.

"Хватит, голубчик." Natasha told him. Seeing that Cagliostro was utterly confused of what she just said, she spoke once more in broken English, "That is enough!"

Cagliostro's eyes widened as he shook her hand off his shoulder, making Petya angrily scream something incomprehensible at him as he automatically went to his wife's side. "Zitto!" He screamed at the woman. "Tu non sei nemmeno in grado di capire come si sente lei adesso, perché te pensi solo a te stesso!"

Natasha, who only rolled her eyes at the painter's display of awful temper, muttered something under her breath and faced V. "Правду говоря," She began. "ты заслужил всё, что случилось. Теперь тебе надо столкнуться с последствиями того что ты наделал. Давай, Петя, пойдём." She turned to Petya and gestured at their belongings on the floor. "This is,... a waste of my time. Let's go, Petya."

And with a haughty toss of her regal head, Natasha finally left the unit, followed by her husband Petya, who only gave them an apologetic look. Cagliostro, who finally calmed down, but was still mad at V for what happened to (Y/N), followed a few moments later, dragging along the shopping bags but leaving behind his still wrapped present for her.

Which left only Alicia and Sister Christina behind.

"So," Griffon began a few awkward seconds later. " ... if ya wanna say somethin' else, then do it now."

"That is not our intention." The nun retorted as she regarded the familiar with pity. "We only came for our precious friend. And we apologize for what happened."

"Don't." V told her as he shook his head. "You have nothing to apologize for. You didn't do,... anything wrong."

With a crestfallen heart, Alicia took her present from the table and gave it to V. The confused poet looked at it, then spoke, "You don't understand. I - "

"Open it, Mr. V." Alicia requested as she took a deep breath and braced herself. "Please."

Feeling wretched for hurting (Y/N)'s friends and for being callous and cold with their feelings, he obliged, unwrapping the gift and revealing what's inside the box.

And with a heavy and aching heart, he took out the embroidery and realized what it was.

It was what Alicia's mother was doing before her death.

And now, he could finally see the painstakingly embroidered words, etched with care and love.

"El amor es paciente, el amor es amable. No envidia, no alardea, no es orgulloso. No deshonra a otros, no es egoísta, no se enfurece con facilidad, no guarda registro de errores pasados. El amor no se deleita con el mal, al contrario, se alegra con la verdad."

"Love is patient, love is kind." Sister Christina translated for V. "It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self - seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Truly,... a magnificent verse."

"This," V stuttered, looking at the women as his eyes started to burn with the tears he has been holding for what seemed like weeks. " ... is the most beautiful poem,... I've ever heard."

"It is." Sister Christina replied. "It has brought the strongest of men down to their knees, and made the proudest of women weep. It is the most powerful poem in existence, and yet, its meaning is easily forgotten by many."

"I finished it, since my mother wasn't able to do it." Alicia confessed. "She died,... just before completing it. And I still have regrets of pushing (Y/N) away that day. I just,... couldn't accept the things that happened to my family, and I made the mistake of taking it out on her. I want to say sorry. I want to see her again! She's,... the sweetest friend I have, and I pushed her away." She looked up at V, then went on, "Mr. V, I know you feel the same way. And I know that you'll be able to atone for your own sins and find her. And when you do, will you, please, give this to her?"

V glanced at the work of art on his hand, then to the precious friend who made it. He nodded and clutched the thing close to his heart. "I will. I promise. I just don't know if,... she'll ever forgive me for what I have done."

"She will." The nun gently told him as she placed a hand on his in an effort to comfort him. "It's what true love means. Forgiving one another and making a fresh start, learning from the mistakes of the past and looking forward to a brand new future."

"I'm afraid." V admitted, confessing to the nun and letting out all his fears. "What if I hurt her again? I don't want,... to hurt her anymore."

"You won't, Mr. V." Alicia answered. "I believe in you."

"And you must learn to forgive yourself." The nun added. "It is never too late to try again after failing for the first time."

"But, I don't even know how to find her. It was like,... she's disappeared off the face of the planet,... and - "

The nun tightened her grip on V's hands as she looked at him more closely. "You're wrong about that, dear. Think as if you're her. Where would you go if you needed someone to talk to? If you needed a reliable shoulder to lean on?"

"But, she's not with Dante, or - "

The poet stopped talking as some idea formed in his mind.

Could it be,... ?

"Hey, ah, V, you okay?" Griffon asked as he waved a hand before the poet's face.

"Why, yes." V answered. "I'm perfectly well. In fact,..."

Sister Christina smiled as she saw how the realization finally hit V. She let go of his hands and took her own present from her shoulder bag. And unlike Alicia's, or Cagliostro's, or the couple's, Sister Christina's was unwrapped.

It was a pink hoodie that she made, herself.

She carefully handed it to V and let the poet's hands feel the warmth and softness of the material.

"And I trust you will give my present, as well."

V looked up from the gifts and faced the women who gave him hope. Who made him realize how wrong he was of everything.

Who gave him an idea where (Y/N) could be.

"I don't know how to thank you." He told them with much unbridled emotion in his hoarse voice.

The women smiled at him.

"You don't have to." Alicia told him. "Just find her and let us know when you do."

"By then," Sister Christina added. "We could finally have a proper birthday celebration for her. And we'd invite everyone!"

And with final words of encouragement, the women finally left, leaving behind a ray of hope that enlightened V's heart and gave him enough motivation to give it one last shot of finding (Y/N).

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🖤 A special thanks to @vergils-daughter for the Russian translations, to @beyond-the-mirror for Spanish, and to Daarxen for Italian. 🖤

Let's do this again, shall we? 🖤🖤🖤

🖤 @la-vita , @lessy86 , @gothghoulfrend , @ceruleanworld , @ehrzeth , @diabeticsugarush , @heaven-on-a-landslide , @shadowrosess , and @krazy06 . 🖤

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"She's in France right now! She hasn't left that place since the citywide evacuation."

"Where exactly in France,... if this fool may ask?"

"Uhh,... hold yer panties,... Ah! Corsair Island, I think?"

" ... Corsair?"

"Wait, that's not the one. Oh! I know! Corsica! Corsica Island!"

"I see."

"Why did ya ask?"

"No particular reason."

"O,... kay? Well, gotta go! Kyrie's callin' me for dinner."

"Thank you,... for everything, Nico."

"Nah, don't mention it."

"And one more thing."

"What?"

"Could you,... take care of this unit while I'm gone?"

"Gotcha! Wait,... WHAT?! Hey, man - !"

V hung the phone and glanced at his familiars.

What Cassandra has shown him, it was real! Him going to Fortuna and giving the Yamato back to Nero,....

Because of it, he received the plane ticket to Corsica Island from Kyrie! And that's where they were! And nobody even guessed it! (Y/N)'s there, all along!

"Are ya sure of this, V?" Griffon asked him. "Are ya sure ya wanna do this alone? I mean, you could be there in the blink of an eye with Andromeda's help,..."

"I know." V answered. "But, I don't want to use any kind if power to reach her. I want to do it,... with my own effort."

"Okay! Whatever ya say, Shakespeare."

Shadow, who was still clutching at her Elmo plushie, went forward and threw herself at V like a child who doesn't want her father to leave.

V hugged her and whispered, "Don't worry. I'll be fine. I'll bring her back, I promise."

I,... promise,...

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shay-iamiam · 5 years

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Communication

Pairings : Dom! Steve | 18+

Summary : Steve is gentle until he's not. You always push his buttons and it's about to time you had a reminder of what's waiting at home.

A/n: @great-neckpectations Had this amazing request that she actually thought I could write (somebody actually had faith in me lmao.) I hope I this justice. ( I'm gonna run away frim my phone now lmao. Hoping y'all don't this.)

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Three hours.

Not one phone call, not one text message. Not one post on any of your social media accounts. Three hours that Steve was frantically trying to find you.

All his texts went unanswered. All his calls forwarded straight to your voicemail. The last three hours of stress Steve felt slowly began to piss him off.

Steve loved that you were independent. That's what drew him in like a month to a flame. Your ability to be carefree but also chew someone the fuck out if they stepped out of bonds with you. Your brattiness and your mouth. Your need to always run it was the cause & reason behind the majority of his hard ons.

But when it came to him being your dom the rules were set in stone.

Your brattiness and your mouth. Your need to always run it drove him wild. He wanted you to be a good girl and listen to Daddy's rule's. But at the center of your core you loved disobeying him just a little bit.

Steve was a patient man. He was always gentle with you. He never wanted to pressure or control you. Which was what currently was confusing him. Why would you up and disappear like this?

Steve managed to trace your phone to some hole in the wall club I'm Brooklyn. He mounted his bike and speed across the city to get to you.

The club wreaked of cheap booze and cigarettes. Steve hated bars and clubs you knew that so why would you purposely disappear to one.

Steve stalked his way into the bar. The dim lighting made it hard to see. The music was to loud the people where to wild. Every step he took deeper inside the bar only chipped away at his resolve little more.

Steve went up to the bar hoping someone working at the club recognized you.

"Yeah some guy just asked her danced. She's over there somewhere.” The bartender pointed to the dance floor where you were throwing it back on some dude.

Steve stomped over to where you we're letting some random guy touch your body. Steve only saw him touching what belonged to him.

You were suddenly turned back from your dancing only to see a very upset Steve standing in front of you.

"I'm not happy with you right now." Steve voice was low and steady. He was a little to calm. You knew you fucked up when he mentioned not being able to reach you.

"You didn't answer any of my calls and not one of my text's." Steve was fuming.

"You got a good reason why you didn't answer baby? Huh."

You didn't speak. You just stood there listening to the anger laced in his voice. You didn't know if you should be scare or horny. Actually you felt a mix between the two.

You knew how Steve felt about your safety. It wasn't that he wanted to control you. He just wanted to protect you. Knowing that you were safe wherever you were always set his mind at ease.

Until you decide to purposely turn your phone off and leave without saying anything. That's where you screwed up.

"Where leaving now." With a tug on your hand Steve lead you right out of the little whole in the wall you made your residence in.

Steve placed your helmet on your head. Making sure the straps where secure enough before mounting his bike.

You held on tight as Steve zipped through the busy New York Traffic. He pulled his bike into the garage, mounting off the bike pulling you along with him to elevator. Steve punched the button waiting for the doors to close.

The ride up to your shared floor was quite. You knew you'd pissed Steve off. He hadn't said one word to you since he pulled off from the bar.

The door slammed roughly causing the photos littered amongst the walls to shake.

You followed Steve back to your room. Steve sat on the end of the bed. He took his boots off placing then to the side. He knew your mind was racing trying to figure out what your punishment would be.

"Strip. The only thing I want to see on you is your painties" Steve pointed to a spot that he wanted you to stand in while you undressed.

You tried to turn your back to him. But he wasn't having it.

"No need to be shy now. You weren't shy in the bar earlier." Steve was growing more irritated by the second.

Once you removed your clothes you stood there watching Steve. His face was unreadable. You didn't know what your punishment would be.

It felt like forever had passed before Steve spoke to you. He started at you while you waited anxiously for his next command.

Steve spread his thighs, motioning you over to him. "Lay down. This is a little reminder. So next time you don't forget what you have waiting at home." Steve hand came down hard on your ass. The smack of his hand jumped across the room.

You tried to hold in your yelp at the first hit. You didn't want Steve to think you where enjoying this even though you where.

"Don't be quiet now. Any other time your mouthing on." You whimperd when his hand came down on your ass again.

"Daddy's been real patient with you tonight. You didn't answer any of my phone calls *smack" or texts." He growled.

"You didn't follow any of the rules. That's a big no no baby." Steve spread your legs looking down at your soaked core. He couldn't believe you where already this wet. Seeing you like that only drove him even further.

"And you were giving another man what only belongs to Daddy." Steve sucked his teeth as he thought back on your behavior.

"I don't think so."

"How do you think that made daddy feel? Huh." You where a mess tears began to gather in your eyes. Steve's hand was steady after every smack he would rub your tender skin. His voice was as taunting

"Answer me."

"It- it made you feel bad." You sobbed out over his lap. You were ready to burst just from his hand on your ass.

"Your right it did baby. Daddy didn't like seeing you letting someone else touch you."

"But you won't do that again will you baby? Answer daddy." his voice was soft and gentle all of a sudden. Like he knew you wouldn't make that mistake again.

"No I won't. Never again. I'm yours. All of me is yours." You cried out, spreading your legs further apart.

"Don't forget it."

"I think you learned your lesson." Steve laid back on pulling you along with him.

"Now be a good girl and get to work." He retorted.

Steve placed his hands behind his head. It drove you wild when you rode Steve. The way he looked at you made you feel like your skin was on fire. It was a reward after the roughness on your backside.

You were still sensitive from Steve's spanking. Your skin burned a little bit with every moment. You straddle Steve sitting down slowly across him.

Steve notice that you where a little sore. He made a mental note to rub you down with aloe vera after.

"Wanna see you wrecked while your riding Daddy's cock." Steve pinched your perk nipples. Your head flew back at the pinch of sensation.

You where already sensitive due to Steve's punishment if you rode him like you wanted to than this wouldn't last long. You placed your hands over Steve's chiseled chest. Laying the palms of your hands down you sunk down onto Steve's long girth.

When you bottomed out you and Steve moaned out in unison.

Steve was in a blissed out haze. He watched with hooded eyes as tried to control your breathing. You where already wrecked and all he did was smack your ass a couple of times.

You had your sub space and he was in his blissed out Dom space.

You picked up the pace. Rocking your body back and forth grinding down hard. The drag of Steve's cock inside you knocked the air from your lungs.

Steve's gentle side began to shine through. His rough exterior you previously saw melted away. The side of him that told you he loved when you rode him and how cute you looked when you came.

He looked at you like you hung the stars and moon in the sky. This was the side of Steve he only gave to you.

The rest of the world saw him as a man of strength and honor. He was those things but he also wanted someone to take care of him the same way he took care of you.

The only sound that could be heard was yours and Steve skin connecting as you bounced up and down of his cock.

"Fuc- fuck baby. Keep going." Steve pulled at your nipples.

"You love riding Daddy's cock don't you?" You could only nod your head quickly your voice was completely gone. You loved when Steve got like this. That only meant he was close to cumming.

"Are you close to baby? Daddy's ready to cum." He wrapped his hand around your hips thrusting up into you. Pulling you down harder on his hips.

"I'm- I'm ready daddy. Fuck I'm ready."

"Come on baby. Soak daddy than." The way he commanded you to cum. Only made your orgasm stronger.

One moment you could hear Steve crying out and the next you heard nothing.

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You woke up to a warm towel being rubbed between your legs.

"I brought some aloe to help with the soreness. Once I'm done cleaning you up I'll rub you down."

"You're too good to me. I'm sorry for running off like that. I just had a shit day."

"It's okay Y/n. You just scared me there for a moment. I wanted to make sure you where good and you didn't answer." Steve couldn't help but worry. He worried that you would wake up one day and realize you didn't want him.

You knew him like that back of your hand.

Steve was a worry wart as you liked to call him.

"You know I'm always good when I'm with you." You looked over at him. And Steve couldn't help but smile. He knew he was good when he was with you. And he hoped that would never change.

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actuallylorelaigilmore · 5 years

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hi, sorry to bother you, i love your blog and your fics, i have read them more than once, my favorite one is the one in which elena calls schneider dad, i have fic prompt i don't know how you fell about this but my friend and i were talking about alex coming out as bi and we said that the first person, he would come out to would be scheneider, if you want to write it, it would be great but if you don't that's fine too, i hope you have a nice day and i can see more of your fics.

Hi anon!! you’re not bothering me AT ALL, this was the sweetest ask! I can’t say I ever planned to write a bi!Alex coming out fic, but as soon as you asked I really had a ton of fun with it.

Here’s where I’m coming from, personally, just fyi: I totally think that Alex would make sense coming out as bi, but I suspect the show loves having positive examples of straight-male-ally characters too much to ever take his character there, the same way that platonic Penelope and Schneider mean a lot to them on principle.

That being said, though, bisexual!Schneider is very important to me, so that’s in this fic too even though you didn’t ask for it. Hopefully you don’t mind :)

Alex & Schneider & Penelope, One Day At A Time. Also on AO3.

“Hey, Schneider?”

Schneider looked up from the model train he was laying out in his parlor, and over to where Alex was playing video games on the couch. He had come upstairs an hour ago complaining that Elena was hogging the TV at home.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“I need some advice.”

Alex’s game was silent now, on pause. Schneider was pretty sure Lydia was his go-to for important discussions, followed by Alex’s friends and then maybe Elena, so he wasn’t sure what advice Alex would come to him for–but he knew it must be important.

Schneider got up off the floor and joined him on the couch. “I’m totally here for you, man,” he assured Alex, aiming for cool and landing somewhere in the realm of awkward stepdad.

“Thanks. The thing is…” Alex bit his lip, thinking it over before he continued. “I got asked out by somebody I really like.”

“That’s great! Is there a problem?”

“Kind of. You know how my mom is, she’s super strict about me and Elena dating. Even now that Elena’s been with Syd for like, forever, I practically had to give Mom an itemized list of every date thing I might do with Chloe before she would let me go.”

“Chloe was your first girlfriend, though,” Schneider pointed out. “And you were only fifteen.”

“I don’t think my mom is going to see sixteen as being all that different from fifteen.”

“So, are you looking for a way to get her to loosen up? Because I hate to let you down, dude, but your Mom is who she is. I don’t see that changing. And I definitely don’t think she’s going to take advice about her dating rules from me. She’s pretty comfortable being in charge of you solo at this point.”

“No, I know. I don’t need you to talk to my mom. I just need help figuring out how to tell her.”

“You told her about Chloe. I’m not seeing the hard part.”

Alex took a deep breath and let it out, slowly. “Okay. The thing is, I got asked to the movies by Spencer.”

“I thought Spencer was…oh.”

Alex watched Schneider catch up, trying to figure out what he was thinking from his expression. His face was usually pretty easy to read, but Alex couldn’t get more than mild surprise from it.

“Spencer’s your friend, right? The new kid?”

“Yeah. My friend, who’s not a girl.”

“Well, you have mentioned him a lot,” Schneider thought out loud.

“I really like him.”

“And he asked you out! So he likes you back. Way to go, man.” Schneider fist-bumped him with a grin, and Alex relaxed a little. He knew coming to Schneider was the right idea.

“Yeah. Yeah, he does. Which is awesome. But if I want to actually go out with him, I have to tell my mom. And then Elena and my Abuelita will know, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for that.”

“So–wait. Nobody knows?”

Alex shook his head. “My friends do. But nobody in the family, until now.”

Referring to Schneider as family was always guaranteed to distract him from the actual conversation, but he only got that goofy happy look in his eyes for a few seconds before he focused back in. “You know, your mom and Lydia are totally cool with Elena being gay.”

“I know they are. But gay isn’t bi. Abuelita would support me if I came out as gay…I’m not sure she knows what bisexuality is. And my mom, she’s great about Elena, but girls liking girls isn’t the same as guys with guys. People don’t treat it the same. Plus, just because I like Spencer doesn’t mean I’ll end up with a guy, but if I date a girl, that doesn’t mean I’m straight…it’s just so much more complicated.”

“Alex, your mom is good at complicated. I promise you. And I’ve never seen anyone love another person as much as your Abuelita loves you. But I get it–coming out is tricky. You’re the only one who knows if you’re ready.”

Schneider tapped his fingers against his knee. “Since you asked for my advice, I think you should be honest with your mom. Give her a chance. It’s the quickest way to a date with Spencer,” he added encouragingly.

“Yeah.” Alex sighed. “I knew you would say that.”

“That’s because it’s excellent advice,” Schneider joked. “Seriously, though, I’m honored that you felt like you could confide in me.”

“You were so cool about Elena,” Alex said. “You didn’t make it weird, and you treated her the same…and you didn’t tell my mom. You waited and let Elena do it.”

He heard the unspoken question and smiled. “Of course I did. Just like I will for you. I told you, I get it. Nobody should be able to choose for you. Your whole family is gonna be there for you, when it’s time, I’m telling you. But until then, you can come to me if you need to. If you have questions.”

“If I have questions about what?”

Schneider scoffed. “About guys, obviously. About being a bi guy.”

“No offense, Schneider, I know you’re ‘super woke’ and all, but I think that’s a little outside your area.”

“Think again, Alejandro.”

Alex rolled his eyes at the way Schneider liked to use–and slightly mispronounce–his full name. Then it hit him, mostly because of the unusually serious look on Schneider’s face.

“Wait. What? Are you saying that you…”

“Tried to start a band in college called The Bi Guys, of which I was the lead singer and the in-hindsight-objectively-terrible songwriter? Yes.”

“I don’t get it. Why didn’t you lead with that? Also–it’s been four years! Why didn’t I already know that?”

“An excellent question. Maybe you should spend a little less time focused on this,” Schneider said, pointing at Alex’s face, “and a little more focused on this.” He spread his hands to indicate the world around them, which just made it seem like he was trying to tell Alex to pay more attention to his enormous apartment.

“Don’t get me wrong, I really like women. I always have. Compared to that, I’ve only been into a few guys, my whole life. And my first relationship with another guy, I was at Pepperdine and it was before I got sober….I was kind of a dick. So, you know, I try to be more respectful now, more on-the-down-low. But it’s never been something I hide or anything. I guess it just doesn’t come up that much in regular conversation.”

“It’s never come up at all.”

“Maybe not. Then again, why would it? I don’t go around talking to you or your sister about my sex life.”

“Does my mom know?”

“She’s never asked me about it, but I think so. Yeah.”

“And she’s…cool?”

“The coolest. Alex, she may be old-school, not nearly as with it as I am–hey, stop laughing!”

Despite his protest, Schneider elbowed Alex lightly, taking the teasing in the easygoing way he usually did.

“Your mom always comes through. You’re lucky that way.”

“Yeah.” Alex smiled, a little bit sheepish. “She can be really a lot sometimes, but I am lucky.”

“She can be a lot? Have you seen your Insta feed?”

“Whatever, dude. Have you seen yours?”

Alex’s smile faded. “I do want to tell her. It sucks keeping it a secret. But when the whole family knows, it’s just going to be…”

“Intense. You don’t have to tell me that, I’ve seen them jump on your Homecoming pictures like sharks scenting blood. It’ll be a relief, though, too. Being honest usually is, even when it’s hard. So when it comes down to it…what are you really worried about?”

He frowned, hesitating long enough that Schneider thought he might not answer at all.

“Elena,” Alex admitted finally, and Schneider leaned back, surprised.

“Elena? She’s out and proud! Like, way, way out. No way is she going to have a problem with you being bi.”

“Oh, I know. She’s not going to have a problem with it. But I spent so much time, after she came out, telling her how straight I was–I don’t think I can take the I told you sos and the aggressively supportive vibe. I can already picture it: she’s going to sneak into my room during an away game and redecorate the whole thing in bi pride colors or something.’

“Bi pride colors kick ass, but go on.”

“I’m not like her. I don’t want my whole life to be about me liking guys, when I like girls too. I just want to be able to like Spencer. Without her turning it into a huge deal. She has no chill.”

“Chill is overrated, you know.” But Schneider nodded, thinking it over. “I can’t help you with the whole ‘my sister is too supportive’ thing. That’s kind of the best problem to have, when it comes to coming out. As for the ‘I told you so’s? Look at it this way. Why did you feel like you had to deny it so much? Was it because Elena kept asking?”

Alex thought about it, and shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. Maybe. She can be so pushy, you know? It just got on my nerves.”

“That’s the joy of siblings,” Schneider agreed. Alex was pretty sure he’d never heard him talk about any sisters or brothers before; he thought Schneider was an only child. He tucked that curiosity away for another time.

“So maybe,” Schneider continued, “Elena had her reasons.”

“Besides being her usual level of annoying?”

“Besides that.” Schneider shook his head, amused. “She’s your big sister, Alex. And she’s gay. You might consider the possibility that she kept asking because she was expecting a different answer. And if she was, then you telling her now won’t be a surprise. It could even be…welcome.”

“Huh.”

“I didn’t have a big sister like Elena,” Schneider explained, “when I was figuring out who I was. There’s such a difference, being alone with it.”

He paused and let that sink in.

“And Elena never had an Elena either.”

Alex’s worry transformed into understanding. “She was hoping I was like her.”

“Maybe. It was rough for her, especially with your dad. I’m sure it occurred to her over the years that being different together would’ve been less lonely.”

“I never thought about it like that before,” Alex admitted. “I know it was hard, but she’s so loud and proud now…you really think it might make her feel better?”

“There’s only one way to know for sure.”

Alex nodded, his mouth firming into a resolved line. “Can I finish my game later?”

“Sure. I’ll hit save for you.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” Schneider asked as Alex got up, no longer looking weighed down by worry.

“It’s really more of a one-on-one conversation–no offense, but that would be weird. Thanks for everything, though, Schneider. I think I can handle it now.”

“Okay. Cool.” Schneider was already turning off the video game and settling in to watch a Netflix documentary about Austrian yodelers. “Just remember, I’m right upstairs if you need anything. Door’s always open.”

“Literally. I know.” Alex stopped in the doorway to grin back at him. “You know you’re awesome, right?”

“The awesomest,” Schneider agreed, smiling back.

“I’ll have to ask my mom,” Alex added, “but if she’s cool with it, you and Elena and me, we should go to Pride this summer.”

“I can show you my favorite booths!” Schneider almost bounced out of his seat, instantly excited. “Deal. And your mom will say yes, if I have to talk her into it myself. I bet I can get her to come with us.”

Alex narrowed his eyes. “I seriously doubt it. Between the crowds and the noise, there’s no way. If you weren’t in GA, I’d put money on that.”

“You have so little faith in me,” Schneider lamented. “You’ll see. I’ll buy her a flag to wave and everything. We’ll make it a family affair.”

“Abuelita will end up on a float!” Alex ducked his head, still laughing when he left.

Schneider missed the first three yodelers’ segments entirely, waiting for the text from Penelope he knew would arrive soon. He estimated ten minutes for the talk, ten minutes for her to get the sentimental crying out of her system, and five more for her to lay down the rules for Alex’s next date. A half hour, tops.

It only took fifteen minutes.

But she didn’t text.

Penelope let herself into his apartment without even knocking first, just opened the door and headed straight for Schneider–a petite, Cuban, him-seeking missile.

She was in his arms before Schneider had the chance to draw a breath, getting a tiny ‘oof’ out of him when she squeezed.

“I have the best kids,” Penelope half-sobbed into his chest, and he rested his cheek on top of her head, squeezing back.

“You really do,” he agreed. He listened to her sniffle for a moment, waiting while her breathing settled down.

“So, Pen…wanna go to Pride with us?”

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sadclowngorl · 5 years

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Video Games!

Very very self indulgent fic i wrote of my and the boys being put in a video game and i drew (horribly) the outfits

“Josuke, I need healing!” Okuyasu leaned forward over his controller as his character was low on health. “Busy man!” Josuke said back and raised his controller trying to fight off the enemy horde. Elizabeth listened to her boys play the game, never really interested in video games.

“Okuyasu, you have a healing potion.” Elizabeth pointed out not looking up from her sketchbook. “What?” He asked raising a brow “You found like three in that chest from the village.” Elizabeth mumbled and Okuyasu was quick to check his inventory, gasping he quickly used his last potion. “Thanks babe!” Okuyasu said and Josuke finally freed himself of the hoard. “Gimme a hand bro!” He said and the two teamed up to fight the horde

The only sounds from the Higashikata living room was grunts and the movements of the controller's. “Okuyasu, what are you doing?” Josuke asked as Okuyasu's character was suddenly attacking Josuke. “I-I don't know man, I can't stop. Why are you fighting back?!” Okuyasu panicked as his controller started to move on its own. Josuke threw his controller down as it still moved “Unplug the controllers!” Elizabeth said and Okuyasu pulled them out, only for the controllers to plug themselves back in.

Elizabeth grabbed the controller, “Let me try” she pressed play only for a flash of light to blind everyone and she was gone. “Call, Viola!” Josuke gasped and Okuyasu called Elizabeth’s older sister.

“Moon residence. Viola speaking.”

“Elizabeth was sucked into a video game!”

“Mario or Legend of Zelda?”

“Get over here!” Josuke could be heard from over the phone and another flash of light happened.

Okuyasu opened the door as soon as he heard a knock, Viola Moon stood at the door. Koichi and Rohan were behind her “I met these two guys on the way and they followed me here.” She said as she walked in. “Where's Josuke and Elizabeth?” Koichi asked and Okuyasu pointed at the TV which showed two characters that look exactly like said people.

Dialogue appeared on the screen “Okuyasu! Have you seen the stand user?” Elizabeth appeared on the screen. “What the hell is my sister wearing, did you guys put her in that?” Viola growled at Okuyasu who sweated. “No we didn't! We promise!”, He grabbed the controller and another flash of light appeared.

“Okuyasu!” Koichi yelled and went to grab the controller only for Viola to hold him back. “Don't touch the controller!” She said and suddenly video game music came from the TV. “Play 3 has entered the game! Game full!” A voice said

Rohan huffed and grabbed the remote, nothing happened to him, Viola raised a brow and grabbed the second controller. “Koichi plug the other controller in.” Rohan said and Koichi hesitantly did as said.

“Welcome to the game, players! Here are the rules!” Dialogue appeared and voice read it;

“Play fair!

No cheating!

If your character dies then they die in real life!"

“What!?” the three yelled in unison.

Viola clicked a button and the voice continued.

“How to play;

Defeat at least six hordes of enemies and still have three hearts. If you do not defeat six hordes or loose three hearts then you will die!” Koichi shivered at the last word.

“Choose your character.”

Viola looked at the screen and choose Elizabeth, she wears a black leotard with a wide cleavage window. A moon belt with thigh high socks and a black cape that covers the crescent moon on her face. She holds a staff that has a carved Moon. “The Moon is my mother! I will fight in her honor!” Viola chuckled at her sister's dedication.

Koichi choose Okuyasu,a barbarian with a pelt cape and loin cloth, and a pair of gauntlets. “I may not be the brainiest but I sure as hell am the buffest!” Koichi smiled “That's Okuyasu.”

Rohan groaned. “You two planned this didn't you? Giving me this bird nest buffoon!” Rohan clicked on Josuke, a healer who wears a long sleeved collared coat with multiple accessories, the coat covers his entire body. “I'm a healer and a lover!” Rohan scoffed at Josuke's quote.

“Ready?

Set

Play!” The announcer cheered and suddenly hoards came for the trio.

Elizabeth's eyes widened “I have to fight in this!?” she yelled looking down at her outfit.

“Hot” Josuke gave her thumbs up and was sent off to hold back the hordes. Elizabeth groaned and raised her staff, the moon shined down onto the hordes, Two hordes started to float into the air. Some members of the hoard started to attack her.

“Gah!” Her offense was weak and she quickly lost a heart.

Viola huffed and pressed harder onto the buttons.

Elizabeth raised her staff weakly and the moon shined onto her. Her eyes glowed, the moon only gave her back half a heart.

Koichi leaned closer to the screen, biting his cheek.

“I'm gonna beat you until you disappear!” Okuyasu yelled and headed straight towards another horde, fists clenched and up front. He punched his way through the group and knocked them all into the ground, each of them disappeared. Okuyasu let out a cheer and punched his fists together.

Koichi cheered with Okuyasu “Yes!”

Okuyasu was quickly jumped by two enemies. “What the-!?” Okuyasu yelled as he fell onto the ground, he was dog piled by more.

“Help!” Both Okuyasu and Koichi said.

Rohan smirked and sent Josuke towards Okuyasu, “Do something you sack of shit!” Rohan yelled as Josuke stood there. “Rohan, you have to actually press the buttons.” Viola grumbled as she pressed a button for Elizabeth to send another enemy in the air.

Rohan grumbled and pressed random buttons, Josuke randomly kicked the dog pile of enemies. Two enemies flew off and were knocked out, Rohan scoffed and pressed another button.

“Cleansing thoughts!” Josuke said and raised his hand, his large book opened and the pages turned. The pile dispersed and the group bowed towards Josuke, officially being cleansed of evil they left into the woods.

“Not bad, bird nest” Rohan smirked and healed Okuyasu.

Elizabeth joined the two already putting another horde into the air. “Damn babe, you're good at this.” Okuyasu smiled and Elizabeth shrugged “It's like dungeons and dragons but real life.”

Quickly the last two hordes were defeated by the trio and they cheered. “I wonder if there's another level.” Josuke laughed as he pulled the two into a hug.

The announcer spoke “Final Level. Video Killed The Radio Star!”

The trio's hearts show, Josuke has 2, Elizabeth 2, and a half abd Okuyasu 1 and a half.

“Healing!” Koichi yelled and Rohan glared at the screen, healing Okuyasu to have 2 and a half hearts. In the game the ground shook, the controllers vibrated in the other trios hands.

“Boss Level.” Viola frowned “I hate boss levels.”

Josuke held tight onto the two as the ground started to fall apart, a large figure rose from the breaking ground. “It's the boss!” Elizabeth said as she hid in Josuke's chest.

The figure was unrecognisable until it stood up straight to show it had a TV for a head. The TV screen was rapidly changing channels, from old 50s comedies to politics news it couldn't decided. It swiped at the trio but they ducked.

“I think that's the stand!” Josuke said as he let the two go. Okuyasu nodded and quickly started to run towards it, it swiped at him again but he jumped out the way and landed onto its arm.

Quickly Okuyasu lost balance and fell backwards, he grabbed onto the Stands arm and pulled himself back up, the stand swiped again this time aiming for Elizabeth.

She raised her staff and rocks shot towards the Stand. Crashing into the screen, it cracked. Okuyasu ran up to the screen and punched it with his right gauntlet.

The giant stand stumbled, the screen started to turn to static. Okuyasu lost his balance again this time not able to catch himself he screamed.

“Need a hand?” A voice said as he floated to the ground. Okuyasu laughed as he saw Elizabeth standing over him.

Josuke was inspecting the fallen stand “That was too easy.” he hummed as the TV screen was flickering.

The screen changed to the classic movie, the terminator.

“I'll be back.”

Josuke shivered as the screen turned off and the stand disappeared. He joined the two who were catching their breath. “Why aren't we out?” Okuyasu asked and looked up at the ‘sky.’

“Heavens Door!” Rohan yelled. “Bee Gees!” Viola called out her stand who buzzed loudly. The two adults were standing in front of a unconscious Koichi who was attacked by the stand user who broke into the home.

Quickly the stand user passed out, his face turned into pages. Rohan wrote the usual ‘I am not able to cause any harm to Rohan Kishibe’

“He works at the arcade and is sick of kids not coming to the arcade, instead going to play video games at home. Stand user of Radio killed the video star. Josuke Higashikata game console was the first console his stand has entered.” Rohan mumbled more unimportant information about the stranger “The only way for the person in the console to come out is to destroy the console itself.” Rohan smirked and stood closing the mans open face, happy to destroy one of Josuke's favorite things.

He unplugged the game console from the wall and with a laugh he threw it on the ground, repeatedly stepping on it. Not noticing that after the first stomp the trio was free, still in their new outfits.

Josuke’s eyes widened “Rohan, what the hell are you doing to my stuff!?” he yelled and Rohan laughed “What? It was rotting your brain more than that hair is.” He said over confidently.

“ah shit” Elizabeth mumbled as Josuke went off again, demolishing Rohan and everything in sight.

“You're dating that guy?” Viola asked with a raised brow, both Okuyasu and Elizabeth nodded. Viola rolled her eyes “I'll see you at the house later, by the way your friend is unconscious.” Viola said and left.

After calming down Josuke and fixing all the damages, Koichi and Rohan left taking the stand user that was caught in Josuke's wrath with them. The trio of teens decided resting is the best way to end the day, grabbing a couple of blankets and a pillow the three bundled up on the couch and enjoyed their video game free night.

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