#i need to fucking throw up everything i ate today

[youraverageaemondsimp]

“Be Quiet.” // DILF!Aemond Targaryen x Babysitter(?)!Reader // PART TWO

Here is the long awaited part 2! Though it is shorter than the last one, ik i said I'll publish this after my exams but i got a sudden burst of motivation, also there likely won't be any further parts!

MDNI

WARNINGS: p in v sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex, age gap (9ish years), lactation kink, pregnancy kink(?), tiddy sucking, fingering, fluff, slight angst, giving birth, past trauma experience, + not proof read.

WC: 3.8k

« part one // 🎄 special »

You woke up this morning tired from the activities of last night, you stirred in your sleep which woke aemond up as he unwrapped his hands around you and rubbed his eyes, “Good morning bunny.” he tells you, voice deep and hoarse and you mumble a good morning back before placing a kiss on his face.

It has been a few months since then, becoming officially a part of Aemond's family, though you and Aemond were not married yet, you both acted like a married couple anyway, he called you his wife rather than referring to you as his girlfriend.

You had moved into his house, fetching all the things you needed from your old apartment and shifting to his house, Aenys was more than happy, he constantly referred to you as mama now.

Today was Aemond's day off, which is why he was still in bed with you today, lazing around and basking in your comfort, but to be honest he literally owns everything and can take breaks whenever he wants but he doesn't do that, wanting to remain punctual.

You both get off the bed and go get ready, today you were going to a daycare centre to get Aenys to finally join and mingle with friends around his age, Aemond had rejected this idea when you suggested it, but with enough convincing from your side he agreed, he was still reluctant as hell, bring overprotective of his son.

Aemond had also offered to pay for your tuition since you said you wanted to pursue further education, but you denied it feeling as if it's too much but he insisted, and he eventually got his way in the end, he basically fucked his way to it.

Your classes would start next week, and since you and Aemond would be gone, Aenys would once again be alone in the house, and Aemond didn't want to hire another babysitter, you had also used this point to convince him to put Aenys in a daycare.

You both quickly got ready, throwing on some casuals and went to Aenys' room to wake him up, Aemond went to the kitchen to cook breakfast for the three of you while you got Aenys ready for the day, and as usual, he was on his best behaviour. You placed a small kiss to his nose which made him giggle, before picking him up and going outside his room, towards the kitchen and the dining area, you had noticed how the food had already been set and aemond was bringing in the utensils before he placed them down. You put Aenys down on his chair before pecking Aemond on the lips and you three sat there and ate.

The drive to the daycare was relatively small, only a few minutes. You could tell Aemond was nervous, seeing him tap the car steer repeatedly, a habit you had noticed. Aenys was sitting in the back side as you engaged in a conversation with him.

“I'm swooo excited! I hope it's fun!!!” he yelled enthusiastically and you chuckled, “I'm sure it will be fun, Aenys.” and just like that, you have already reached the daycare centre.

It was big, of course it would be, it's the rich kids version.

You got out of the car first and opened the backdoor to fetch Aenys, and his little cute bag he wore on his back, he was jumping up and down in excitement, and Aemond reluctantly got out of his own car and sighed heavily.

You watched as a few parents came out of their cars as well, basically dropping their kids off, and soon you and Aemond went to do the same.

Aenys was hesitant to let go of your hand first, the teacher had encouraged him to come but he hid behind your leg and covered himself from view due to shyness, you bent down to his level and comforted him, giving him reassurance and to your surprise Aemond also did the same thing, telling him it will be okay, and just then did Aenys let go of your hand and went to the teacher, before she led him inside

This moment made you tear up, watching him go on his own world and then you heard a shaky breath, and looked to your side.

Aemond was trying to contain his emotions, probably scared that something might happen to him, you took your hand in his before rubbing it reassuringly, and he held yours tightly in comfort.

You both stood there for a moment before making your way back to the car.

“What if something happens to him?” Aemond speaks up suddenly, voice laced with concern and you look at him, “Nothing will happen Aemond, I'm sure he'll be fine. You can't just keep him locked away forever.” you reply.

“You're right… it's just-” he sighs heavily.

“I can understand, it must be tough.” you held his hand in yours and he looked at you, and gave you a small smile, before he got inside the car, you went around and got in.

Everything went fine that week, and life began to move, you got into your university of choice and with the major you had chosen in child psychology, classes were going well.

Luckily, you and Aenys' hours matched perfectly, You would drop him off at daycare before going to your university, and then pick him up, Aemond's however were still the same.

But for an odd reason, a few days into your classes you started feeling heavily nauseous, even throwing up sometimes. At first you thought it was due to stress but then you noticed how sensitive your breasts had become, and how your period was late.

You went to pick up Aenys, waiting outside the car while he rushed out of the building with his friends, he was smiling, his baby teeth on full display and it made your heart warm up, his eyes lit up even more when he spotted you, saying goodbye to his friend before he ran over to you and you picked him up, giving him a kiss on the head, “Mama! I want to sit in the front today!!” he said and you reluctantly agreed, not being able to say no to his puppy eyes, you carefully seated him in the front seat before securing the seatbelt and then got into the otherside to drive off.

You usually go home straight after this but you went to the pharmacy and got pregnancy tests, yes tests, multiple cause you really wanted to be sure.

After reaching home, you put Aenys to nap, not before feeding him lunch and then you finally relaxed, knowing he was fast asleep in his room, you immediately took out the pregnancy tests before going to the bathroom to run the tests.

You wait on the bathroom seat, waiting for the tests to load up, legs bouncing in nervousness as you watch the three tests take their time to process and show the results.

Your eyes darted to the first one and you felt your heart leap in your throat, and then the second, and then the third.

Positive. Positive. Positive.

You did not know how to feel, you had mixed feelings about this. You were happy but also not at the same time.

Waiting for Aemond to get home had never felt more agonising.

Time felt like it moved extremely slowly, You were left alone with your nerves, Aenys was napping for longer than usual, or at least it was what it felt like. You scrolled through your phone not knowing if you should text him. You knew he was probably busy, and announcing that you're pregnant didn't seem appropriate, but you couldn't wait until night for his presence.

‘Aemond?

Can you please come home as soon as your work allows you to?’

You text him that.

You honestly expected him to be home a few hours later and not in just half an hour.

He bursted through the front door, slamming it behind him, making you panic thinking you had an intruder but it was just him.

“What happened?” he asks you, voice concerned as he grips your shoulders tightly. You snap out of your shock and hold his arms, before you lead him to the bedroom.

He waits anxiously as he watches you go into the bathroom and bring out one of the tests and show it to him.

He freezes.

Eye darting up at you and the test.

Breathing growing heavy as he processes what you're showing to him, you're taken aback when he yanks you forward and presses his lips tightly against yours, the test drops from your hand and soon, you're pressed up against the near wall as Aemond continues to kiss you, hand trailing up your shirt, pulling your bra down before pawing at your breast.

You hiss into his mouth at the sensitivity and he slowly massages it, thumb tracing over your nipple, rubbing circles as he shoves his tongue inside your mouth when you gasp.

He grinds his hip against yours, and you can feel how hard he is, bulge pressing against you, he pulls away with a wet click, breathing heavily, you can see by the way his eyes shine brightly that he is happy, looking at you with so much adoration, his lips trail down your neck, pressing kisses there and you gasp, hands entangled in his hair.

He pulls back slightly before undoing his pants, still in his suit having arrived from work just a few moments ago, he removes his coat before letting it fall on the ground and then his tie, unbuttoning a few buttons of his shirt. Then he presses against you once again, kissing you so desperately before grabbing you by your thighs and lifting you, you wrap your legs around him to maintain balance.

Just like that he pulls you off the wall and takes you over to the bed, laying you down on it as he hands work to undo your clothes, pulling off your top and bottoms, leaving you only in underwear, but soon that's off too, and now you were fully bare to the the world.

It was arousing, watching him be fully clothed while you had nothing covering you, leaving you feeling slightly vulnerable. He pulls his cock out of its confinement and gives it some pumps.

He spreads your legs apart, revealing your folds to him, burning holes into the sight, and then he enters inside, you moan so loudly at the intrusion, that he has his hand slapping over your mouth once again, “Be quiet, what if he hears?” he hisses softly and you felt an extreme amount of deja vu but you nodded, biting your lip, gripping the sheets below as arch your back.

And just as he was about to start moving, you hear Aenys, knocking on the door.

“Mum!! Are you okay?” you hear his voice and Aemond quickly pulls out, “Fuck, seven hells.” groaning, annoyed by the intrusion and plops down on the bed next to you, and you put on your clothes as fast as you can, before fixing your hair and opening the door.

“Momma! I heard you screaming, are you okay.” he asks, his eyes looking at you with such concern and you smile at him gently, trying to ignore the heat in your face due to embarassment, and nod, Aemond appears behind you and Aenys is surprised to see him.

“Papa's home!” he beams brightly and Aemond picks him up, “Did you not have work papa?” he asks and Aemond answers with a quick no.

“Your mother called me for an emergency. So I rushed over.” He answers and Aenys looks at you concerned.

“What happened mama?” he looks at you, asking you a question, eyebrows raising in concern as his voice becomes less hearable at the end, worried that you were badly hurt.

“Nothing too serious Aenys, it's just that- you know how you told me you always wanted a sibling?” you ask and he nods, “Well, you are getting one, I'm pregnant.” and he squeals in joy.

“Right now?!!!” he asks, which makes you and Aemond chuckle, “Not right now, it will take time.” Aemond tells him and Aenys pouts, “But I can't wait that long!” he sulks and you chuckle.

Aemond didn't know what happened to him the moment you started to swell, the proof of his seed taking as your womb stretched to accommodate the growing foetus, which inevitably caused your tummy to grow, drove him mad.

You looked so pretty with his child in your belly, you were still taking classes, Aemond had requested for them to be conducted online as you cannot travel back and forth, he didn't want to risk your comfort and travelling too much can cause stress for you.

You were 6 months along, and Aenys often talked to your belly, saying things like 'I can't wait for you to come out! I have my toys, hopefully you'll like them!' And then rubbing your stomach. Though he was extremely confused at first, at how a literal human being is growing inside you.

Aemond can never take his hands off your bump, he would rest his head on it gently, press a few kisses and tell the unborn baby how much he loves them, he sometimes dozes off on it, feeling comforted.

He became more physical, well not like he was any less physical, but it was becoming more noticeable and desparate now.

Which led to the moment now.

Him pounding himself deep into you, not hard enough to hurt you but just enough as his hand is placed on your belly gently, caressing the bump before it makes its way up towards your breast, playing with the nipple and pulling on it.

Your hands were held behind your back, face pushed down unto the bed as he took you from behind, watching as your body kept jolting and the moans helplessly leaving your mouth.

“F-fuck Aemond I'm close!” you whimper and he grunts, “Cum for me baby, soak my cock.” he responded and that was enough for you to just reach your peak.

You moaned loudly into the room, and soon after, he came too, spilling himself inside you and pulling out, you quickly turned on your back and laid in exhaustion, hand resting on the bump as you breathed in deeply.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks concerned but you shake your head no, “No, I'm just tired.” you tell him and he places a kiss on your forehead before cleaning both you and himself up.

The pains you felt were unbearable, the contractions being extremely painful as you tried to breath in, just like the nurses had instructed, and you pushed as much as you can, gripping the sheets and Aemond's hand tightly, it hurt for him but he knew you were in more pain than him.

You huffed in exhaustion, not being able to push anymore, eyes drooping off into slumber, sweat covering you, the pain was keeping you awake but making you weak at the same time, and the moment Aemond saw how your grip loosened on his hand, he panicked.

His soul left his body in that moment for a second.

No way.

Please gods no.

Not her.

Not her as well.

His lone eye widened, as his mind raced.

Truth be told, when you were nearing the final month of your pregnancy, he became more paranoid, wondering if you'll suffer the same fate as Alys, and he didn't want that, and yet the scene in front of him was pointing exactly in that direction.

Maybe he was cursed.

Maybe any woman that gives birth to his children is doomed.

A thousand thoughts flowed in and out.

Until he felt your grip tighten again, accompanied by a loud scream as you gave the final push, your ears were ringing and your head spinning, but soon everything was silenced by the sound of a newborn baby crying.

“It's a girl.” they announced.

You let out a shaky breath as you watched in tiredness while the doctors cleaned the baby up and tended to you, before giving the baby to you, you smiled at her, the babe now more calm and cooing.

You noticed her white tuft of hair atop of her head, smiling at the fact that she got her father's looks, and you turned to look at Aemond who seemed to be in daze.

You were alive.

He was happy that the baby was born, but he was more happier that you made it out alive.

“What do you wish to name her?” Your tired voice asks him and he snaps out of his daze, taking in his daughter's features.

Though she is yet to grow to her full features, Aemond already knew that she was already resembling him, her eyes opened to reveal the purple, which was currently resembling almost a dark shade as the baby was just born.

“Daenys.” He answers and you smile.

“Such a pretty name, similar to Aenys.” you comment and he smiles.

It had already been a year since that day, the day Daenys was born, and she was already turning one, Aemond got all emotional, shedding a few tears at the pictures of her first birthday before his attentions snaps to her running around with her brother Aenys, or more like tries to run, it's just her speed waddling considering how she only learnt to walk recently.

You can clearly tell Aemond has a hard time accepting that his kids are growing up.

“Baaaaa Awenys!” She babbles his name in frustration and he giggles before stopping and letting her come to him. Aenys was such a good older brother, he was already protective of his sister, not letting any harm come her way.

“Be careful Daenys.” he watches as you go up to them and sit down with them, probably having finished your online classes. Aemond shifted his office to his house, mostly working from home since he decided he wanted to spend more time with his family, especially his wife.

Yes, wife.

You both got married soon after.

He decided to finally go through with his plan.

And he had never been so happy in his entire life.

You watched as Aenys took his sister in his playroom and started playing with her, sharing his toys, you smiled at the heart warming sight before coming over to sit next to Aemond on the couch.

“Feels like only yesterday I gave birth to her.” you tell him, noticing the pictures he took on her 1st birthday.

He leans his head against your shoulder, breathing your scent in, “Hmm.” he hums, agreeing with you.

“I want one that has your features.” the words slip from his mouth before he can stop them and you look at him, “I mean- both aenys and daenys look like me, or at least, have my features, I want a kid that has yours, your [hair-color] coloured hair.” he lifts his head up and caresses your hair, you give him a smile.

“What are we waiting for then?” you tease and his eye widens before he smirks too.

“I'll call my mother to pick them up.” he says hurriedly, way too excited and quickly dials her number which makes you huff out a laugh.

Getting some alone time with kids around is tough, and getting some action while at it? Nope not happening.

It's not like Aemond blamed the kids for it, but he missed you, he often reminisced about the days in the past where he would fuck you on every surface possible when Aenys was asleep or not around, but now he isn't able to do that anymore, considering you both got busy with kids and work.

And the way motherhood suited you so much only made it worse, he has to constantly not think about wanting to get you pregnant over and over again, he loves it way too much for it to be normal, though he doesn't rob you of your independence.

Aenys and Daenys were so confused when Alicent came to pick them up, she gave you a knowing smirk and you blushed slightly, Aenys refused to go but Alicent somehow convinced him and so they went.

And now you both are alone.

Aemond had your hands tied above your hand and he took his sweet time with your body, kissing every inch that he missed for the past few months, savouring each and every little moment, the way his mouth would latch on to your nipple, leaking your sweet milk into his mouth, and he moans at the taste.

Though you had weaned off Daenys just recently, you still produced some amount of milk for a bit until your body had to adjust and realise that it shouldn't produce milk anymore since you aren't feeding anymore, and with Aemond now suckling it seems it might take a while.

“Fuck it tastes so divine.” he asserts, his hand moving up and down your body, giving the other breast a squeeze, and then he went lower and lower, fingers parting your folds as he dipped them inside, smirking at feeling how wet you were and you squirmed.

He started pumping them inside and out, watching as you gasped, hands struggling in their tied up state, he continued to suckle on your breast before shifting to the other one to do the same.

As you reach your peak on his fingers, he deattaches himself and pulls his fingers out, giving them a long sensual lick, before shoving them into your mouth, and you obey his silent command, sucking on it.

He pulls them out and his hands grap the underside of your thighs and lifts your hips, settling in a position where your legs rested on his shoulder as he entered in one swift motion, morning when he felt the ridge of your wall, he thrusted up into you violently, making you moan out loud and struggle to keep your hands still, nails digging into your own flesh at the pleasure being given to you.

He closed his eyes when he felt you clench around him, trying to stop himself from cumming before you, though it seemed to fail when he heard you let out a moan of his name, he grunted and spilled himself inside you, but continued to move, his hand rubbed circles unto your clit, urging you to reach your orgasm and you do.

“Fuck! Aem!” you throw your head back, as it hits you as a shock, electricity travelling up your body.

And that was the night Aenys' and Daenys' little sibling, a girl, once again, Aelora, was created.

Just like Aemond had hoped, she was born with your features, though she had one purple eye and one of your eye colour.

Aemond was content with his life, and you are finally pursuing your career and maintaining a healthy balance between work and life.

Everything was perfect.

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[steddieas-shegoes]

always you

wanted to wish @rozzieroos a very happy birthday! you've been so supportive of me since the beginning and it makes a world of difference to someone who is always just a bit nervous to share the things they write. i am unfortunately not a very crafty bitch, so i can't return the friendship bracelet favor right now, but i hope this is a nice little sappy gift for ya! sending you big hugs and all my love 💕 - mickala

rated t | 1,324 words | no cw | tags: fluff, established relationship, the most miniscule hurt and almost entirely comfort, boys in love, side platonic stobin stuff but robin isn't technically there

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Steve always had an adrenaline crash after a visit from Robin. The first time it happened, Eddie was convinced they would have to move to Boston just so Steve could get out of the funk. Luckily, they figured out what to do after a couple of days.

And every time it's happened since, they manage to get him out of it pretty quickly.

But this time seemed worse, and Eddie wasn't sure why.

As far as he could tell, everything about the visit was normal. Robin came for a long weekend, they all went to dinner together the first night, Eddie had to work on Saturday so Steve and Robin had their fun together. Sunday, they all went to brunch together before dropping her off at the airport.

And Steve was fine! That evening he was cooking dinner and dancing to music while Eddie wrote some notes for a campaign he was running with work buddies. They ate together and Eddie did the dishes while Steve went through his nightly routine of locking up.

They even gave each other blowjobs in the shower.

But this morning, as soon as Eddie opened his eyes and smelled the bleach, he knew it was bad.

He sat up and looked out the open bedroom door.

"Fuck."

He got up quickly, throwing on the closest pair of pants he could find, probably Steve's since they felt baggier than his own, and made his way down the hall to the bathroom.

Steve was on his knees, scrubbing the shower like it personally offended him.

"Hey sweetheart, everything okay?" He asked hesitantly.

"Fine," Steve answered, clearly very far from fine.

Eddie sighed and sat on the closed toilet lid. "Stevie, it's okay if you wanna have a sad day. I know it's hard when Robin goes back home. I'm off today so we can just relax in bed if you want."

Eddie would never tell Steve that the reason he was off was because as soon as he knew when Robin was going back home, he'd requested the day off to be here for Steve.

"I don't need a sad day. I'm fine."

"Yeah, that's why you've scrubbed the shower until it's literally sparkling at way too early in the morning," Eddie reached out and covered his shoulder. "It's okay to miss her. I know it's hard."

Steve stopped scrubbing.

Eddie prepared for what was likely to be a very ugly and loud sob.

Steve turned to him with his lips quivering and eyes watery.

"Oh, sweetheart," Eddie said as he got on the floor with Steve and pulled him into his lap. "It's gonna be alright. We're gonna visit her next month, remember?"

"I know," Steve said against his shoulder, voice wobbling like he was still holding back tears. "I just don't wanna keep doing this."

"What?"

"I hate being so far from her. We were supposed to live close enough to see each other every weekend and have sleepovers and now she's in Boston with her girlfriend who is amazing, and I'm here with you and you're amazing, but I miss her. And I know she misses me." Eddie could feel tears soaking his shirt. "And it's stupid that we're so codependent still, and I feel bad that you probably feel like you're not enough."

"Sweetheart, I don't ever feel that way. I've never felt that way. Have I made you feel like I feel that way?" Eddie tightened his grip around Steve.

"No, not really," Steve shrugged. "It's just I know we're a lot. And I know it sometimes probably seems like I need her more than I need you, but I don't."

"Sweetheart, I know that." Eddie kissed the top of his head and smiled. "You're a package deal. I knew that the moment you kissed me in the hospital room. I was getting Steve and his platonic soulmate Robin, or I wasn't getting Steve at all. I know how important she is to you. Don't you think she's important to me too?"

"I guess," Steve shrugged again, sniffling against Eddie's shirt.

"Well, how could she not be? She helped make sure you stayed safe before I was there to protect you. She knows exactly what to do when you have nightmares, taught me everything she could so I could be there for you. She sends me tapes she thinks I'll like when she sends you care packages. She was the second person I ever came out to! "

"Wait, I thought I was the second person you came out to."

"You were the third. She was a practice run when I saw her staring at the young nurse who checked my vitals the day I woke up. She's the one who told me I should tell you," Eddie nudged him away for a moment so he could look down at him. "I wouldn't be on this floor with you five years later if not for her. She's kinda important to me."

"I just hate that I get like this!" Steve finally said. "I hate that this happens every time. It's not fair to you."

"Love, it's okay. I know how to help." Eddie kissed his forehead. "Go ahead and wash your hands and go get back in bed. I'm gonna grab a book and we're gonna cuddle for a bit."

"But-"

"And then!" Eddie continued, louder. "We'll get pizza delivered for lunch even though we shouldn't. We'll call Robin. We'll take a bath. I'll wash your hair. I'll make us that roasted chicken stuff you like for dinner. It'll be perfect."

"Okay."

"And then-"

"There's more?" Eddie could hear the smirk in Steve's voice even though he'd buried his face against his neck again.

"Of course there's more." Eddie poked his side. "And then we're gonna start talking about moving closer to Boston so we can visit her more than three times a year."

"Eds, we can't afford Boston."

"I know. But we can afford New England if we find the right spots. We'll have her send us some ads for places for rent. I can transfer within the company. You're a teacher, you can work anywhere."

"You make it sound so easy."

"It is so easy. Making you happy is the easiest thing I'll ever do."

"But you have to be happy too."

"I will be. You wanna know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I'll still have you. And let's be honest, it's way more likely that one of the New England states is gonna let us get married before fucking Illinois."

Steve chuckled. "Married? Who said anything about getting married?"

"Oh, did I forget to mention? I planned on spending the rest of my life with you."

"I know that, goofball." Steve let out another genuine laugh. "I just didn't think you'd ever wanna actually get the law involved if they ever let us."

"Steven, I don't involve the law, the law involves me."

"I don't think that's how it works, babe," Steve kissed his neck before pulling away. "I think all that sounds nice though."

"Then hop to it, Harrington! We've got a bed to get back into."

Once they settled in their bed, Steve curled into Eddie's side while he opened the book they'd been reading for a week now, he looked up at Eddie with a soft smile.

"I love you a lot, you know?"

"I know, angel. I love you a lot more," Eddie replied, leaning down to kiss his lips softly.

They'd spend the day exactly as Eddie said they would.

They'd find a place only two hours from Robin and move less than a month later.

They'd get married as soon as it was legal for them to do it.

They rescued a dog.

They even adopted twins.

And every single time Steve wanted to see Robin, they packed up the car and went to visit her.

Because Steve had Eddie, and Eddie had Steve, but they both had Robin.

#steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #fluff #established relationship #idk i just think we should appreciate robin's place in THEIR relationship more #like you're tellin me she doesn't latch onto eddie too??? #you're tellin me eddie and robin aren't thick as thieves??? #please

[vscabarca]

immediate regret - pablo gavi

summary: gavi and you fought after a game, so you made him leave your apartment.

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: swearing

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„Can't you just shut the fuck up for once and not be so annoying? Bother someone else." Gavi yelled through the apartment, making your body flinch at his words.

„i'm just trying to help you!" You spoke in a distressed voice.

„i don't fucking need your help." He was still angry, yelling around the room without even looking at his girlfriend, throwing his hands into the air.

„Why does everything have to be a struggle with you?" You asked him in disbelief, your voice cracking mid sentence.

Barcelona lost against Real Madrid in el Clásico, the most important game of the season. Additionally to that, Gavi received his fifth yellow card, meaning he'll be suspended for the next game.

You knew how hot-headed he could become after bad games, but this was new. All you've wanted to do is make him feel better, so you tried to talk to him. The two of you had your arguments, yes, but he had never yelled at you before.

Gavi felt immediate regret in seeing you stand there almost in tears. He was quick in approaching you, trying to apologize to his girlfriend.

You backed up, feeling a familiar tightness in your throat as your vision became blurry.

Quietly, but with a firm voice you spoke to him.

„Leave my apartment." It wasn't much what came out, but enough to make Gavi widen his eyes in devastation.

„Pero nena... please, i didn't mean it like that." he argued with pity but you couldn't stand seeing him right now.

„No, i dont wan't you here tonight, not after what you've said." Your voice trembled but you still wanted him gone. Maybe that way you both could cool off a bit.

„Look, i'm sorry" Gavi wanted to embrace you in his arms, but you interrupted him.

„Just leave Gavi, i can't see you right now." Tears were streaming down your face, making it hard to breathe.

He looked at you once more with nothing but regret in his eyes and left your apartment with a huff.

In the car he scolded himself for being so reckless with you, trying to figure out why he said what he said. His temper after games often led to arguments between you two, always bickering about how gavi couldn't control his emotions very well.

You felt like time would do both good. You knew somehow you would fix this mess but didn't want to discuss this in the heat of the moment.

———

Both slept worse than usal the next days, and the guilt ate Gavi up alive. His practice suffered from your fight, his mind was often somewhere else, thinking how to apologize to you.

He spoke to Pedri, getting some helpful advice in return and made his way back to your apartment.

You were currently watching a series to distract yourself from having no contact with Gavi for the last two days.

The knock on your door made your head turn as you did not expect anyone today. You opened the door, revealing Gavi on the other side.

He looked at you with a warm, small smile. In his hands were tulips.

„Can i come in?" Gavi asked carefully, waiting for your answer.

„Yeah come in." You answered, smiling slightly too.

The truth is you missed him very much, you hated fighting with him.

As you got seated, he placed the flowers onto the coffee table.

„you know, buying me flowers won't make me forgive you pablo." You raised your eyebrows at him.

„i know that, but i saw them and still wanted to give you something in addition to my apology." he replied chuckling. „i behaved like an idiot. i should've never screamed at you, you just wanted to help me. You know what a hot-headed kid i can be and I'm very sorry i took my anger out on you amor." he continued, holding your hands in his.

You smiled up at him, realizing he meant it.

„i know it means much to you, but i just want to help you with whatever you're dealing with. You could've just told me to leave you alone and i would've given you some time." you replied sincerely.

„i'm sorry amor. i promise it won't happen again. besides i had the worst two days without you. Am i forgiven?" Gavi asked once more as he scooted closer to you.

„Mhm. i've missed you too." you answered and leaned in for a kiss.

Gavi leaned in too, placing his plump lips on yours.

„i've missed your cuddles." you said as he pulled you down to him and wrapped his strong arms around your waist.

„Then lets watch something and cuddle." Gavi placed a sweet kiss on your head and snuggled closer to you if that was even possible.

#gavi x reader #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi #gavi #fc barcelona #football x reader #barça #fermin lopez #gavi one shot #football one shot

[caelisblade]

— can‘t get enough | marius von hagen

this is a long bitch, 3.9k, ur welcome party people

cw: honeymoon smut, unprotected sex, fem!reader, use of good girl, baby (like, SO much), breeding kink, oral (both), i‘m too tired to think, sorry if i forgot something, oh and an emotional lovey dovey scene that made me question my entire life and almost sob bc i want this too

there‘s a little surprise at the end again :3

@valkyrayn HAH PROMISE KEPT !

you shrieked as marius lifted you up and carried you over the elevator’s exit, your arms were quickly around his neck to hold onto him tightly. 

“did you really think i’d forget about the tradition of how the husband carries his wife over the doorstep of their home in their first night as a married couple?”, marius laughed at your horrified expression. “i would never.”

“could’ve warned me, though”, you muttered, slapping his arm as he let you down again, before you could say something else, he had already leaned down to kiss you and get you to shut up. 

“shush, it’s the first night of us being married, baby. just let us enjoy these first moments, huh? this whole time i felt like you were somewhere else with your pretty head, i just need you with me for now”, he mumbled, his head buried against your neck as he smiled softly, placing a gentle kiss on the skin. 

“okay”, you replied, hugging him as you closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat as you slowly winded down. “i can’t believe we’re actually married now.” 

he chuckled, letting go of you for a moment to lift your hand with the golden wedding band on your finger, softly kissing the finger and you giggled. 

“we are, baby. it happened just earlier today”, marius laughed, blinking away a tear that was threatening to roll down his cheek. “i love you.” 

“i love you, too”, you replied as you moved further into the honeymoon slash penthouse suite marius had rented for your honeymoon. “this place is gorgeous”, you mumbled, looking around everything. it was so incredibly luxurious, the couch looked incredibly comfortable and you couldn’t wait to lay there with him and watch a movie or just cuddle and relax in his arms. 

“it really is, isn’t it? and we have this place all to ourselves for the next two weeks. i left our phones with vincent, he has the phone number of the landline in here so he’ll be the only person able to reach us in case of emergency. no social media, no press, nothing. just you and me in this gorgeous penthouse”, marius explained. “no one except for us will matter for the next two weeks.”

“you really thought of everything, didn’t you?”, you giggled. “let me unpack and get changed, i have been itching to get out of this dress for hours.” 

“let me help you?”, marius followed you with your suitcases and immediately got to work with the zipper and buttons, pulling it down and the dress fell down to the ground, revealing your almost naked body that was only covered by some lacy panties. 

“hey, out with you now!”, you giggled, throwing a pillow at him. “no peeking at the surprise! my bridesmaids got me this really hot lingerie and you can’t peek until we fuck.” 

marius pouted like a kid being denied of his favorite snack as he caught the pillow with ease – in a way, the fact that he was denied of his favorite snack was accurate. especially considering he ate you out almost every morning because he simply enjoyed the way you trembled in his grasp from how good he made you feel and how much he enjoyed the way you tasted on his tongue. 

“i’ll order us some food, yeah? you must be hungry”, he disappeared into the living room and you heard him talk shortly after. 

immediately, you opened the suitcases and took out the set of lingerie and satin robe – your best friend had purchased and packed it into yours. it took you a little moment of gathering your confidence before you went out, smiling at marius as he was seated on the couch. 

“did you order some food?”, you asked him and he nodded. 

“mhm, i wonder what’s hidden underneath the robe”, marius chuckled, immediately pulling you into his arms as he tried to untie the robe. 

“nuh-uh. not so fast. i’m still hungry”, you teased him, slapping his hands away. “after dinner, baby.”

“god, you’re such a fucking tease”, he groaned in frustration and leaned back. “at least let me hold you. i haven’t been able to cuddle with you in two weeks because your stupid bridesmaids forbade me to be with you because of that stupid bad luck hoax.” 

“yeah… i missed you a lot, too. i really did. but hey, now we’re here and we got two whole weeks to catch up on that lost time, huh?”, you grinned, peppering kisses over his neck, melting into his arms as you simply enjoyed his presence. 

“oh, fuck, yes we are. and believe me, we’ll be fucking quite a lot, too, so get ready for that, babe”, he smirked as he kissed you on the lips but depriving you of that simple pleasure by pulling away quickly after. 

you pouted and he just laughed at how cute you were, kissing your temple again. 

“don’t worry, we’ll get to do that more than you could wish for in our future together, hm?” 

a couple of minutes later, the elevator door dinged and the delivery person arrived, leaving your food on the table. marius went ahead and gave the kid a generous tip, smiling gently as the kid wanted to refuse since it was quite a lot, but marius shut down any protests and the kid thanked him profusely and congratulated you both for your wedding before leaving. 

it was obvious, the tabloids were having a field day with marius von hagen, the bachelor of his social standing, finally settling down and getting married. 

once the food was ready to eat, you both dove in, you let out a groan at how good it all tasted and you giggled when you saw marius stare at you, the sound you let out was not one you usually let out outside of the bedroom. 

“damn, you must have been starving, huh?”, marius laughed lightly and dove in himself. 

you continued eating as you talked, chatted about everything before you started to clean up the leftovers and moved to the bedroom where marius finally untied the knot of your robe, gently pushing the silk fabric over your shoulders and revealing probably the hottest set of lingerie he ever had seen you wear. and this was all for him. 

“fuck, baby, you’re so gorgeous”, he groaned, one hand on your cheek as he kissed you as the other slowly wandered down your body, before he snapped the clip of your bra open to let it fall down your body. 

his lips quickly latched onto one of your nipples, as he played with the other with his fingers, pinching, squeezing and rolling his thumb over the sensitive nub. you let out a soft moan, hands buried in his hair as your eyes fluttered shut. 

“ah, fuck, marius, please”, you whimpered; he slowly pushed you towards the massive bed as you laid down and he was on top of you immediately. 

“you sound so sweet for me, baby. don’t worry, i’ll fuck you. i’ll fuck you so good your legs won’t stop shaking because of how good you feel and we’ll be covered in our mess”, he whispered, his voice soft and gentle but his actions were not. 

he pulled your panties aside to expose your cunt, smiling as you were clenching around nothing when the cold air hit your needy pussy. “so needy and so fucking wet, all for me”, he mumbled before he pulled your panties off and threw the fabric away. 

“you looked divine in that lingerie but my favorite will still be you naked underneath me, sweetheart”, he mumbled before he spread your legs with his hands, they were gripping your thighs so hard you were sure you would feel the grip tomorrow still. 

“let me eat that pretty pussy of yours, hm? had me deprived of your taste for two weeks, let me remind you of how good i can eat you”, he groaned before he dove in, lips sucking on your clit as his flattened tongue licked up a stripe over your pussy, and then again and again. 

“marius!”, you whimpered his name, a sob leaving your lips as you felt him tease you and edge you over and over, never continuing long enough to make you come for him. “please, don’t- don’t tease me.” 

“oh, let me have my fun, sweetie, huh?”, he pouted innocently. “i deserve this after being forced into a dry spell for two whole weeks.” 

“idiot”, you whimpered. “but okay, fuck, yes, you do.” 

“exactly, good girl”, he giggled, kissing all over your thighs and getting back closer to your pussy. “you deserve to cum for that.” 

before you could say anything else, his tongue was buried back in your folds as you moaned out loudly, he flattened his tongue once more and played with your clit as you thrashed around and with a loud whine you finally came, hips jerking up and you whined as his nose was right against your sensitive clit. 

he laughed lightly as he forcefully spread your legs again as they had wrapped around his head when that orgasm hit you like a truck. 

“keep those pretty legs spread, baby. need my snack, hm? haven’t tasted you in so long, i’m starving”, he groaned against your pussy before he spat on it and rubbed the mix of your cum and his spit with his thumb on your clit, smirking at how your hips twitched up and down again. 

“marius, fuck, it’s– ah, it’s too much”, you whined, fingers buried in his hair as the overstimulation hit and you were shaking and trembling in his tight grasp, eyes shut as you cried out when he played around with your clit. 

he slowly entered two fingers in your pussy, moving them in and out in a quick pace as you ended up coming once more, creaming around his fingers and you tried to catch your breath as he pulled his fingers out and crawled back on top of you after placing one last gentle kiss on your thigh. 

“came so good for me, baby, god, i’m so proud of you”, he groaned softly, he laid down next to you before he pulled you on top of him, your lower body still covered by the panties that barely even covered anything. 

you quickly pulled up his t-shirt, he helped you get it off his gorgeous body, before you leaned down again, wandering down his chest and abs with your lips, before you got to his pants and pulled it off alongside his boxers, his cock slapped against his stomach as you noticed the precum leaking from his angry red tip, smiling at how needy he had gotten for you. 

“fuck, baby, you’re so hard”, you giggled, slowly wrapping his hand around your husband’s cock and teasingly and gently jerking him off. “you’re so adorable.” 

“stop teasing me and let me fuck those pretty lips of yours, hm?”, marius groaned, hand on the back of your head as he pushed you closer to his cock and you nodded eagerly, wrapping your lips around his tip, taking him down your throat and gagging as you challenged your gag reflex. “such a good girl for me, fuuuck. taking your husband’s cock so good like the perfect wife you are, don’t you?” 

he guided your head deeper down his cock, you spluttered as you took down more than you thought you could, spit was connecting your lips with his tip as you went back up to catch your breath. “come on, baby, make me cum. make your husband cum for you, all the way down your throat”, he urged you on, as you went down on him again, your tongue flattening over his length as you went back up. 

it didn’t take long – he had been on the edge ever since he learned that he wasn’t going to be allowed to see you in the two weeks before the wedding. he was coming down your throat and whimpered your name over and over again, the soft giggle he let out as he was coming down from the haze of his orgasm had you smile softly, you placed a gentle kiss on his tip before you laid down on top of him again, kissing him as your hands buried into his hair. 

“fuck, baby, you did so well”, he mumbled into the kiss, turning you both around again, that you were underneath him once more and he kissed you, the kiss starting out so gentle before it grew desperate, hungry. 

“i need to fuck you, baby, god, i missed that pussy of yours so bad”, he grunted as he pulled the lacy panties down your legs. he had his cock in his hand, jerking off for a moment before he tapped your clit with his tip, smirking as you twitched from the previous overstimulation. 

“please, i’m ready, baby, please, just fuck me”, you begged, arms around his shoulders and you waited for him so patiently, your eyes pretty much sparkling as you looked at him. “please?”

“fuck, you’re so sweet, baby”, he groaned, aligning his tip with your entrance and working his length inside, not full on slamming his cock inside like he would usually but slowly, inch by inch until he was buried deep inside. “feels so good to be back, baby, god, i missed that pussy of yours way too much.” 

“i missed your cock, marius, baby”, you whined, burying your face into the crook of his neck, “and i missed you, so fucking much. two weeks apart of you was literal hell, please, don’t ever leave me for such a long time again.” 

as he fucked you, keeping everything slow and romantic, with kisses over your face, lips and neck, you felt tears well up in your eyes from the overstimulation and the fact that you hadn’t seen him until you were standing in front of him in your wedding dress. 

“oh, baby, are you crying?”, he gently mumbled, stopping his movements altogether for a moment as he watched your every single reaction carefully. “shh, don’t cry, baby, everything is okay, what’s wrong?”

“n-nothing”, you sniffled softly, your hand on his cheek as you looked into his gorgeous purple eyes. “i just missed you so, so much. being apart from you was just too much for me to handle and now you’re here, with me and i just.. fuck i’m just so in love with you, marius. i was feeling too much at once and everything just got too much.” 

marius chuckled softly and you felt something wet drop onto your shoulder. “i feel the same, baby, i almost started sobbing earlier because i was just so happy. it was so crazy”, he mumbled. 

everything was so incredibly emotional either of you forgot you had planned on fucking each other’s brains out for a moment. 

“i love you, so much”, he mumbled, smiling against your jaw. 

“i love you, too, baby”, you replied, finally remembering that he still was buried deep in your pussy and laughed at the current situation. you shook your head as you smiled at him softly and your lips parted as you felt him move slowly again, the grunts he let out with each thrust were like music to your ears. 

“ah, fuck, marius, please!”, you whined nails scraping his back as you felt yourself get closer to the edge once more, the knot in your tummy so fucking close to snap. “don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” 

his pace grew harder, faster and he grunted lowly before he let out a long groan, hips stilling as his orgasm hit him so intense that his own legs were shaking, he filled you up and made your tummy feel so warm. this simple thing triggered your own orgasm, having you cry out his name before you started to calm down, your body still shaking in the aftershocks. 

“my pretty girl, you came so good for me, baby. took my cock so well”, he mumbled, kissing all over your face. you loved his praises, those dirty words coming out of his mouth and making you feel so giddy and happy. 

“more”, you mumbled softly, almost so quiet that he didn’t hear you. but he did. he would always. 

“more? can you handle more, baby?”, he asked with a smirk and genuine worry. he knew that you were sensitive, twitching at every single touch of his. 

“mhm, i can”, you whispered, “i know i can. need you more.” 

marius nodded before he resumed his thrusts, first slowly, testing the waters with how you reacted on the additional stimulation before he started going harder and faster, skin slapping against skin as he fucked you over and over, filling you with his cum once more. 

“such a pretty doll for me, baby, so fucking pretty, come for me, make me proud and just make a mess of me, of us, huh?”, he egged you on. marius grabbed your legs as he pushed your legs up into a mating press, and you moaned loudly, letting out a sob as everything slowly became too much to handle. 

“fuck, you’re so wet, baby”, he groaned, “so fucking easy to fuck you now, isn’t it? you like that, baby? like how i fuck you so hard your legs are trembling from the stimulation?”

“yes! ah, fuck, yes”, you cried out, as you creamed once more around him, sobbing as he once more stilled his hips deep inside of you, burying his seed so deep inside of you, before he pulled out, giggling in the post-orgasmic haze as he watched his cum drip out and making a mess of the sheets. 

“you’re so fucking hot, baby, i can’t get enough of you”, he mumbled as he laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms and softly massaging your body as you both were so incredibly exhausted. “but let’s get you cleaned up first and sleep, huh? you look so exhausted, i don’t want to force you to more than you can handle”, he whispered softly before he rolled off the bed and grabbed you to carry you towards the bathroom where he turned on the shower. 

he grabbed some soap and gently massaged the gel onto your skin, before he washed everything off, especially the cum that had started drying out on your thighs. 

once you were both settled and dressed again, you cuddled, he was holding you from behind as you both slowly winded down and fell asleep in each others arms. 

—

“wake up, babe”, you heard him mumbling into you ear as you stretched your body, smiling at him with a tired look in your eyes. “good morning, sweetheart.” 

“good morning”, you mumbled back, enjoying the warmth of his body next to yours and the sun shining right into your face. 

“did you sleep well after yesterday?”, marius chuckled lightly, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. “i didn’t go too rough on you, did i?”

“mh, no, don’t worry. i’m good”, you replied as you turned around in his arms. “it was perfect. you were perfect.” 

once you both got up from the bed and got dressed – you simply put on one of his shirts because you were lazy for anything else – you went to the kitchen, putting on an apron and started putting some things together for breakfast. “hey, i could’ve ordered us something!”, marius protested when he stepped out of the shower and went into the kitchen as well, drying off his upper body. 

“no, i can just cook something really quick, don’t worry. it’s fine”, you replied with a soft smile, kissing him gently. it was intended to be just a peck but… to be fair, when did one single kiss with marius stay just one single quick kiss? 

the kiss quickly turned into something deeper, the passion and need you both felt for each other was not dealt with last night as you both were not only overstimulated but also exhausted from the last two weeks of wedding preparations and the ceremony plus reception. 

“i should get back to making breakfast, don’t want it to burn”, you mumbled but couldn’t stop him at all, all defenses in your body melting by the second as he practically devoured you. 

“i don’t care what you want to do, i’ll order you the best breakfast possible. just let me fuck you”, he groaned as he untied the knot of the apron and pulled it off your neck, before he lifted your – well, his – shirt up and pushed you against the counter. he quickly turned the stove off and put the pan aside so it wouldn’t burn down, before he had two of his fingers buried in your cunt, making you cry out at the sudden intrusion. 

“a-ah! fuck”, you moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he looked down on you, watching those pretty expressions unfold on your face, lips parting into a little ‘o’ as you couldn’t bring out a sound anymore, he lifted one of your legs with his free hand and wrapped it around his waist as he held you tightly. his fingers were moving fast, the wet sounds were so embarrassing for you but you were so fucked out, you couldn’t remember what you were going to do. 

“come for me, baby, take my fingers and come for me”, he groaned into your ear, curling his fingers as he hit your sweet spot as your body trembled and you creamed around his fingers. 

marius smiled at your fucked out expression as you tried to calm down again, pulling his fingers out again before he licked them clean, letting out a grunt at how good you tasted. 

“need to fuck you, baby”, he mumbled against your neck and he pulled down his shorts before he lifted you onto the kitchen counter and aligned his cock with your entrance. 

once he was buried deep inside, there was nothing holding him back any longer. the difference to yesterday was, he was just straight up needy this morning. he fucked you like his life depended on it, rough, hard and relentless. the only goal in marius’ mind was to fuck his cum in you and get you pregnant with his heir. 

“you like that, don’t you, baby?”, he moaned into you ear. “the thought of me fucking you until you get pregnant with my baby, our baby.” 

you could only nod, your brain was fully empty ever since he had his dick back inside of you and you couldn’t help but cry out when you felt his cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot. nothing else mattered in that moment, not now. 

you would think of the consequences later. 

marius’ thrusts grew more and more erratic before he stilled, his cum deep in your core and he leaned his head against your shoulder as you hugged him, not caring that you didn’t reach your high. he just looked so vulnerable right now, nothing else mattered. 

“fuck, i can’t get enough of you, baby”, he whispered. “don’t care how many times i say it, just need more and more of you. you’re my everything.” 

and before you knew it, he was rubbing your clit with his thumb, proceeding to fuck his seed in your womb with his cock and having you cry out as you came and made a mess of everything as you squirted. 

“such a good girl for me, baby”, he mumbled. “wanna go back to bed and let your husband fuck you again?” 

the only reply you could give was a nod, smiling as he easily carried you off to bed again to make you feel like in heaven again. 

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marius eating you out pt. 2

marius and his breeding kink :3

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marius using you :3

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[pandorxxx]

Search & Rescue(Chapter 2)

Lo’ak x Omatikayan fem reader (all aged up)

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, mentions of depression, fluff, oral, p in v, spitting, creampie, soft-dom lo’ak.

Synopsis: Lo’ak has a bit of a reputation that he’s been trying so hard to break out of. He just needs the right girl to come and rescue him. Looks like he found her tonight.

For the best reading experience: listen to Ozone by Chase Atlantic or Search and Rescue by Drake

“Yess lo’ak! Right there!” You whined, gripping the sheets as he sent you hard/firm strokes from behind. Clapping sounds so loud that you feared people could hear.

“Mhm, you feel me baby?” He moaned, watching the source of pleasure before smacking your ass. You nodded, throwing your head down on the cot to arch your back for him.

“Shit, just like that! Don’t fucking move!” He growled, wrapping your hair around his forearm. He sped up his pace, making sure to smash against your sweet spot with every deep stroke.

“Baby, y-you’re gonna make me fucking cum!” You screamed, muffled by the sheets beneath you. “Oh yeah? Go ahead, mama. Cum on this dick, I know you want to.” He chuckled, smacking your ass a few more times before gripping your hips, bringing you back to meet his thrusts. Your mouth fell agape, and your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“Mmm fuck, im cumming!!!” You let out a high pitched scream, letting your eyes fall shut…waking up from your wet dream. You sat up lazily, wincing from your pounding headache.

“Goodmorning, my little screamer.” Lo’ak said sarcastically, sharpening his knife in the corner. You grimaced, eyes narrowed from the sun pouring in.

“Huh?” You asked in a confused tone, going to shift your legs to the side of the cot. “How was your….dream?” He asked, still razor focused on knife. That’s when you realized that he heard everything, and a wave of embarrassment washed over you.

“Shit, you heard?” You asked hesitatingly, running your hands through your hair in frustration. “I think everyone heard. They probably think I’m in here giving you the best dick of your life.” He joked, standing to his feet. You let out a stressful sigh, hiding your face in your dainty hands.

“Umm I- I should go.” You stuttered, standing up swiftly before grabbing your cloths off of the floor. You went to walk past him and he picked you up, placing you on the table behind him.

“Not until you eat something. I brought you breakfast. I kinda figured you would miss it, and I was right.” He smiled, grabbing a price of fruit off of the plate, holding it up to your mouth. You hesitated at first, but finally opened your mouth for him to place the fruit in. You started to chew slowly, staring into his golden eyes.

“I umm- went by your hut today. Grabbed some cloths for you. Your comb and hair accessories too. I didn’t know what you wanted, so I grabbed some options.” He spoke sweetly, pointing to your items on the drawer behind you. You were shocked, never in a million years did you think he was even capable of picking out an outfit for any woman.

“You know I’m leaving, right? You didn’t have to do this.” You chuckled, watching him bring another piece of fruit up to your mouth.

“About that. I was hoping you’d stay with me again, tonight? We can even go to the party together.” He confessed, watching you lick his fingertips clean after you ate the piece of fruit. You looked up at him in confusion, chewing slowly.

“You… w-want me to stay here again? Why?” You asked, eyeing him up and down. He rolled his eyes, stepping closer to stand between your legs. So close that his loincloth rubbed against your bare cunt, shielded by his huge T-shirt.

“If it’s not already painfully obvious. I like you, dumbass.” He spoke lowly, placing his hands on either sides of your thighs. Your breathing hitched, and your core began to heat up in arousal. His eyes were glued on yours, looking at you with nothing but interest.

“I’m not fucking you, lo’ak.” You said, voice shaky as you watched his lips come closer to yours, hoping that he would close the gap in between you two. “I’m not fucking you, y/n.” He smirked, glancing down at your lips before meeting your eye contact again.

“Why not?” You asked, completely tranced by his closeness. You glanced at his large arms, engulfing your thighs. Then to his broad chest, trailing all the way down to his chiseled abs before meeting his gaze again.

“Because you’re not ready.” He replied. “Ready for what?” You spat. He dropped his head, chuckling before looking back up at you.

“I’ve gotta go. Go get yourself cleaned up. I’ll be back later on tonight. Then we can go to the party.” He smiled, backing up from between your legs, walking over to his bow, placing it across his chest.

“You’re just gonna leave me here? What do you suppose I do?” You shouted, watching him walk towards the hut door.

“Just stay your pretty ass here! I’ll be back later on!” He shouted, walking out of the door before shutting it behind him.

“Ugghhh! LO’AK!” You shouted in frustration before the room fell silent. You looked around, noticing the bottle cans you missed from last night, and the drawer with cloths falling out. Probably from when lo’ak picked out cloths for himself this morning.

“He’s such a fucking pig.” You whispered to yourself, rolling your eyes before hoping off of the table. You took this time to deep clean his hut. Grabbing buckets of water and towels to wipe dirty areas. Hand washing his dirty cloths, fixing the sheets on his cot. You picked up all of the garbage on the ground, and organized all of his accessories.

After you were done, you walked to the nearby stream, taking your morning shower. Ridding yourself of all the makeup and body glitter from the night before. You spent most of the day in lo’aks hut, desperately waiting for him to come back. In your free time, you did your hair in 2 Dutch braids, decorating them with the hair accessories lo’ak brought for you earlier.

It was starting to get dark, and you were expecting lo’ak any second. You sat on the floor in-front of his mirror, doing your make up and applying the same body glitter from last night.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Lo’ak spoke in an exhaustion as he limped to the neatly made cot. You snapped your head at him, scanning his bruised body, wombs patched up and cured with yalnabark.

“Lo’ak, what the hell?” You shouted in concern, standing swiftly before darting over to him. He sat on the edge of the cot with his head hung low. You kneeled before him, taking his bow from around his chest, removing his necklace and other accessories.“You wanna tell me what the fuck happened?” You looked up at him, his hair hanging in front of his face.

“Thanator.” He replied. “You’re lying.” You spoke sternly, pushing the strands of hair behind his ear. He sighed loudly, meeting your gaze.

“I got into a fight.” He replied, clenching and unclenching his jaw in anger. You hit his chest hard, however, it didn’t even phase him.

“Why?! Why do you continue to get yourself into trouble?!!!” You shouted, eyebrows furrowed as you awaited an answer.

“Doesn’t matter.” He shook his head. “Tell me, or I leave.” You spat, pointing in the direction of the door. He looked into your eyes, looking for any sign of you joking. Finding none, he finally came clean. “Some guys were talking about you, inappropriately. And it pissed me off.” He confessed.

“So you fought all of them???” You asked with a slight whiny tone, hoping he didn’t fight multiple men for you.

“You’re damn right! And I’d do it again. No one talks about you the way they did! NO ONE!” He growled, angered to the point of no return.

“Ok, ok. Just calm down, please.” You stood, wrapping your small arms around his head, bringing him to your chest. He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in between his legs. And without a second to spare, he finally let it all out, weeping loudly in your arms.“I know. It’s ok, lo’ak. Let it out.” You comforted him, rubbing his back as he clung to you tightly.

“I-It hurts so bad, y/n. I-I don’t know what’s going on with me.” He whimpered, tears falling down to your chest. “I’m just so fucking tired. I can’t do this shit anymore.” His voice became lifeless, shaking his head in defeat against your chest.

“No, don’t talk like that. you- we are going to get through this. And I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for you, lo’ak. Always and forever, no matter what. Do you hear me?” You spoke softly, caressing his head, blinking back tears as you’d never seen him like this.

It hurt your heart to know that behind the facade, he was struggling. Struggling with his identity, struggling with his relationship with women, struggling with alcohol, struggling to find reasons to wake up everyday. And then there you were, with him every step of the way. In the past 24 hours, you’d seen more

of him than anyone ever has. Seen him at his absolute lowest. Yet and still, you didn’t run away like every other girl. Instead, you listened to him with no judgment, held him close to your heart.

“Mhm.” He whimpered, sniffling against your chest. You bent down again, wiping his face dry. “I-I’m sorry if I’m scaring you. Just please…don’t leave me.” He whispered weakly, eyes red from his emotional breakdown.

“I wasn’t planning on it. I’m here to stay.” You smiled, voice shaky as you held back tears. And that was the moment he knew that you were the one. He had a feeling before, but the way you were willing to stick by his side, flaws and all solidified it for him. His emotions got the best of him, and he swiftly picked you up off of the ground, placing you on the bed gently before he hovered over your small frame.

“I guess we’re not going to the party tonight?” You spoke breathily, heart beating at the speed of light as you waited for his next move.

“Nope.” His voice was low and deep. He shook his head with a smirk. You smirked back.“I’m not fucking you, lo’ak.” You joked, this time hoping that he would give in.

“You don’t have to. Just lay here and look pretty for me.” He said, licking his lips before bending down, french kissing your neck. You gasped, immediately feeling that tingling sensation in your core. He kissed your neck sloppily, moving down to your chest.

“You better not play me.” You moaned, throwing your head back. He grabbed both of your hands, pinning them above your head.

“I won’t, I swear on my life.” He spoke breathily between kisses. He slid down to his knees in front of you before sliding your loincloth off of your legs. Then he went for your thigh-band embroidered with gorgeous crystals. He flashed his fangs at you before attaching them to the band, sliding it off of you like he had been dying to do ever since he laid eyes on you.

“You trust me?” He asked, grabbing the band out of his mouth, staring at you as if you were his last meal. “Mhm!” You hummed, nodding your head frantically.

“Hold out your wrists.” He commanded, and you obliged immediately. He proceeded to wrap your thigh-band around your wrists firmly, just enough to securing you. “Too tight?” He asked, pulling you closer to him by your thighs. You shook your head no, desperately waiting for his next move.

He bent down in between your legs, pulling them over his shoulders. He looked into your eyes hungrily as he started off with kitty licking your clit, just to see how you’d react. You completely lost it, back bowing to the cot as you let out a high pitched moan. And that was all he need to know. “Mmm you’re a virgin, huh?” He spoke lowly, before tongue kissing your cunt.

“H-How can you tell?” You moaned, focusing on the soft kisses he planted on your throbbing clit.“You’re so sensitive, like you’ve never been touched before.” He hummed into your cunt, sending jolts of electricity up your spine. He backed up, spitting on your clit before going back to work on you.

“Mmm yes!” You moaned, screwing your face in pleasure. “Look at me.” He growled, flicking your clit with his tongue. You looked down, locking eyes with him as he devoured you whole. That scene alone was driving you crazy, and he knew it.

“Lo’ak I-I think!-“ you whimpered, tears blurring your vision. Your legs started to shake around his head, and you felt your stomach muscles tighten.

“You’re gonna cum.” He mumbled against your clit. “Go ahead, cum in my fucking mouth. I wanna taste you.” He growled before sucking on your clit like a pacifier.

“I-I think I’m cumming, lo’ak!” You screamed before releasing your juices onto his tongue, and he guzzled them greedily.

“Fuuck!” You screamed sharply, as you reached the very peek of pleasure. Your breathing was heavy as you finally calmed down. Lo’ak sucked your sensitive clit one last time before detaching completely. Standing up in between your trembling legs.

“You feeling ok?” He asked, walking to his drawer to grab a towel. You watched him intently as he walked back to you, wiping your core and inner thighs gently. He was learning how to be a gentleman for you, and it made you hot. You wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you senseless. “What are you doing?” You asked in a confused tone. He smirked, glaring at you will wiping you clean.

“I’m cleaning you.” He replied. “No I mean- I thought we were going to-“ you started before he cut you off. “I wanna do things differently with you. I wasn’t going to do anything you weren’t comfortable with.” He confessed, throwing the towel to the side. You sat up, shifting to your knees in-front of him, wrists still tied together.

“And the fact that you’re willing to wait for me shows me all I need to see. So I’m begging you…please. Please fuck me lo’ak. I need you.” You rambled, looking up into his eyes desperately. His ears perked up, mouth agape with shock.

He grabbed your wrists, holding them close to his heart before kissing your knuckles. “The things you do to me…” he spoke lowly, chuckling against your dainty hands. “Let’s just wait, y/n. I want your first time to be special.” He explained, going to caress your head. You backed away before he could.

“All I need is you. That’s special enough.” You spoke sensual, turning around to bend over in-front of him. You let your head find comfort on the cot as you spread your legs farther apart, exposing your dripping cunt to him.

“Give it to me, lo’ak. I’m so fucking needy for you. I can’t help it anymore.” He watched the whole scene unfold in-front of him with intent. His tail wagged quickly behind him, looking down at your glory, practically sitting on a platter all for him.

“Shit…” was all he could say. Running his hands down his face as you backed up into him. Your bare cunt rubbing against his growing bulge. This provided the right amount of friction for you, causing you to let out a series of soft moans.

“All you wanna do is fuck me. What about “hello” or “how are you”.” He joked, smacking your ass hard, causing you to wince in pain.

“Yeah yeah. Just give it to me..Pleaaasseee?!” Your whines muffled by the cot. He rolled his eyes, before smirking slightly.

“And here I thought you were a good girl. But deep down, when it’s all said and done. You’re really just a fucking slut.” He explained, untying his loincloth from around his hip, letting it drop to the ground beneath him. His cock sprung up, hitting your bare cunt in the process, causing you to moan at the friction. Beads of precum dripping to your ass, gliding down to your aching hole. It was such a beautiful site for him.

“It’s no coming back from this, mama. Once I give you this dick, you’ll be fucking hooked, I promise you that.” He growled, jerking his cock in the direction of your cunt. His words had you hooked already. He knew exactly what to say to have you wrapped around his finger.

“Mmm, lo’ak! Put it in me!” You cried desperately, pushing back onto him again. He chuckled at your desperation before lining up with your cunt, sinking it into you slowly, inch by inch.

“Fuuuck! I’ll move in a second. Just want you to get used to me first.” He moaned, watching you screw your face in absolute pleasure, whimpering and squirming around under him.

“No, lo’ak I’m ready! Fuck me! fuck me! fuck me!” You screamed, throwing your ass back on him, immediately finding the relief you were looking for. He was completely dumbfounded, watching you use him for your own pleasure.

“Mhmm! “Im not fucking you, lo’ak”…. Does that ring a bell, baby?” He spoke sensually, smacking your ass. He deemed it a good time to start meeting you halfway, thrusting into you firmly. Your eyes rolled back, smiling deliriously as your moans rippled with every hard stroke.

“Yesss! Keep fucking me just like that. I-it’s so *thrust* fucking *thrust* gooood!!” You whined, tears threatening to fall as you gnawed on the sheets deliriously. He watched you fall apart right before his eyes. And it sent him over the edge. He moaned loudly with you, throwing his head back as he drilled deeply into you.

“Shit baby! Let me see your wrists.” He moaned, watching you shift around slightly to expose your wrists to him. He untied you quickly, throwing the restraints across the room.

“Fuuuck!” You whined, reaching around to grab your cheeks, spreading them wide for him. He took this as an opportunity to stick his tongue out, letting his saliva glide down in between your folds. You turned your head, meeting his lustful gaze.

“Lo’ak, I fucking love youuuu!” You whined, moans staggered from his hard thrusts. He bit his lip, staring at your screwed face. “I love you more!” He moaned, jaw clenched as he watched your eyes roll back.

“N-Never leave me. Ok?” He grunted, grabbing your arm, and you clung to his arm as well. You two stared into each others eyes, as he tried to blink back tears, his emotions getting the best of him again. He didn’t know what you were doing to him, but he loved it. He had never felt this way about any other girl.

“I-I’m not going anywhere, baby! I promise!” You cried, feeling that familiar sensation from earlier. The eye contact had your stomach doing backflips, and you just couldn’t quite explain the way you felt for him. You didn’t know what he had done to you, but you couldn’t get enough. This moment that you two shared was indescribable. He couldn’t help but let his tears fall, biting his lip as he watched you share the same exact reaction. Tears blurring your vision as you let out a series of moans, maintaining the most dangerous eye contact. The type of eye contact that could make you fall In love, and you two were falling deep.

“I love you, y/n. I love you so fucking much!” He cried, voice shaky as he sped up the pace slighty. “I-I love you too!” You moaned before your legs started shaking beneath you.

“Cum with me, y/n. I know you’re just as close as me. I can feel it!” He grunted, smacking your ass once more. He felt his stomach tighten, signaling that he was going to cum any second.

“In me, please? I need it.” You whimpered, feeling his swollen tip slam against your sweet spot. His eyes widened at your request.

“You sure, my love?” He spoke breathily, focusing on his in coming orgasm. You nodded frantically, shutting your eyes tightly as you started to shake violently underneath him.

“OH MY- FUCK LO’AK! IM CUMMING!!!” You screamed, every stroke revealing his cream coated cock. “Shit, Me too! Me too!” He whimpered, before his jaw dropped. His thrusts became sloppy, releasing his seed inside of you, filling you up just how you asked him to.

“Mmm yesss, so good lo’ak!” You hummed, feeling his seed leak into your empty womb. You two came down from your highs, breathing hard as your sweaty bodies collapsed. You shifted around to face him. You both stared at each other, with new found love lingering in the air.

“Come here.” He chuckled lazily, gripping your neck before kissing you passionately. And you two kept this same energy all night. Fucking each other for hours and hours until you both finally crashed.

- - -

“LO’AK WHAT THE FUCK?” Echoing screams muffled in your mind, waking you up from your sleep. Your eyes squinted from the morning sun as you grimaced.

“LO’AK! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? WHO IS THIS BITCH IN YOUR BED?” A clearly angry voice shouted, waking you up completely. You saw a girl standing over you two. She went to hit him, immediately waking him up.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE? GET OUT!” He shouted, halting her attempts to hit him as he held her wrists together.

“W-What’s going on?” You spoke groggily, watching the entire scene unfold in-front of you. “Why are you in his FUCKING BED!” The girl hissed at you. Your eyes widened, wrapping the sheets around your naked body.

“I-I didn’t know you two were together.” You whispered, completely heartbroken. Your eye contact shifted between him and the girl he was holding onto for dear life, trying to stop her from hitting him.

“WE’RE NOT TOGETHER Y/N, I SWEAR ON MY LIFE! SHES JUST FUCKING CRAZY!” He growled, shifting off of the bed to push her out of the hut. It was a slight struggle before he pushed her out completely, shutting the door in her face. He faced the door for some time, knowing exactly what your reaction would be when he turned around.

“Y/n…I know what this looks like-“ he started before you cut him off. “No.” you spoke, voice shaky from your incoming breakdown. He turned around, darting over to you before kneeling next to the cot.

“Y/n, I swear! Me and that girl are not together! We had a one night stand a couple of weeks ago and that was it! I swear baby, please!” He rambled, tears streaming down his face.

“I-I’ve gotta go.” You whimpered, wiping tears from your puffy eyes. You pushed passed him, putting your cloths on swiftly before grabbing the rest of your things.

“Y/n, please! You said you’d never leave me, just let me explain. I-I can’t lose you. I CANT!” He cried, kneeling down in front of you. You stood before him, so confused on how you felt. A part of you knew it wasn’t his fault, but you just couldn’t take it. She wouldn’t be the last girl you had to deal with, and you knew that. You didn’t know if you were strong enough to deal with that. So you chose not to…

“I-I just need time to think. I can’t do this right now, lo’ak.” You spoke, barely above a whisper. “Please…” he whimpered, reaching out for your hand before you backed up from his embrace. Completely shattering his heart.

“I-…goodbye lo’ak.” You whispered before turning around, darting out of the hut door, not even looking back as you walked to your own hut.

And there he was. Just as empty, if not more, As the day you found him. And just like that, the cycle starts over…

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[lowkeyremi]

RIGHT THERE gojo x fem!reader

In which you switch over to a new spa and gojo is your masseur

content: gojo is flirty (duh), slightly suggestive, reader gets pampered, pet names like darling and doll, lmk if i missed any! (tbh all of them have skilled looking hands but I specifically chose gojo because of all those hand motions he makes)

Nervousness has overcome your body, which is ironic because you're sitting in this lobby with hopes of relaxing your muscles and nerves for the next hour and a half.

The ceilings are high and a perfect shade of white, while the rest of the interior walls are a baby blue color. The floors are made up of speckled marble that pairs right with the coziness of this little place.

It was time to say goodbye to your old massage therapist because she was raising her prices, which you didn't mind much, it was the fact that she was becoming more lazy with your massages that made your money not worth it.

You'd done your research looking at about twenty different places, and the one that had stuck out to you was this tiny little place. Over the phone you'd spoken with a woman named Shoko who handled all the front desk things and booked the appointments.

She booked your first appointment with Gojo Satoru. 'I recommend him for most first timers. He just has a way with relaxing people and getting them to open up.'

If someone can get to know people that easily it must mean they have some ulterior motives right? When your muscles are being loosened your brain starts to numb and it causes you to just spill your thoughts to your masseuse- or in this case masseur. Those words that leave your lips never leave the room though, which brought comfort in the past, but you have no idea how this man works.

As you're sitting there you mentally list everything that needed to be done coming here. You bathed, obviously, shaved, usually you were comfortable enough to strip down to your underwear, you've hydrated yourself, and ate something light to prevent throwing up or an upset stomach.

You're here for a deep-tissue massage. You work from home, but most of the time you're sitting at your desk all day which isn't good for your back. Working out seemed to help most of the time, but still, workouts couldn't fix all the soreness in your body.

At this point you haven't been in for a massage in two months when you decided to stop being a regular at your past favorite place and your muscles were screaming for some much needed attention.

Your breath hitches when you hear the heels of shoes clicking from behind the door that leads back to the rooms where massages are held. The door swings open and you just about stop breathing when you see him. Those pictures on his profile do him no justice to his natural beauty.

White strands of hair frame his face, pretty white lashes blink a few times, and big curious blue eyes look around until they meet yours.

Immediately a smile quirks up on his face, and it has to be the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. You watch in silence as he walks up to you holding out a hand. His fingers are super long and slender, beautifully manicured, each nail was equally filed and healthy.

"You must be our newbie I was hearin' a lot about. Welcome to Jujutsu Spa and Body Retreat! As you probably know, I'm Satoru Gojo 'n I'll be working your body today." That sounded so wrong in so many ways but hey, he's hot as fuck and you aren't going to arugue.

"God, Gojo can you please come up with a less sensual way to say you'll be massaging our customers? That's so inappropriate." Shoko mumbles from the front desk like this isn't the first time she's had to tell him this.

"Well, Ms. [name] seems to like it by the way she's smiling." You hadn't even noticed you were smiling so when he mentions it you hide your pretty smile away and replace it with a monotone look. He's still holding his hand out for you and you take it. With no effort at all he pulls you up from your seat and lets your arm go so he can lead you to the room you'll be in.

"Um. So I hear you're pretty outgoing." He giggles at your attempt to make small talk but responds anyway, "You heard right, darling! If Shoko booked you with Suguru he might'a scared you away and Nanami doesn't like to talk much so you probably would have been pretty tense the whole time which isn't our goal." The nickname shouldn't affect you as much as it does but the way he says it just produces butterflies in your tummy.

"What if I like silence?" Silence is nice at times and you know that, but the urge to gain a reaction from him was too tempting. Would he be upset that you were implying you wanted someone else, even if only pretend?

"Well, you definitely do not have the right guy then!" He's immune to getting his feelings hurt it seems. As your mind is wondering off he's telling you important information that you should be listening to, so this process is as smooth as possible.

"-got it?" He asks with a big bright smile. You sure as hell do not "got it" and as embarrassing as it is, you bat your lashes, "one more time please? I was a little distracted."

The metal doorknob is in his hand and he pushes the smooth wooden door open. He shakes his head, "Oh darling, how will we get anything done if you can't pay attention? I know I'm cute but you gotta stay focused Doll."

This time as he gives his whole introduction and instructions you listen well, he allows you to sit on the massage table and ask questions before he gets started.

The nervousness that left for a partial amount of time was finally catching up to you. Thinking about it hard enough you realized you'd basically be naked, in front of a really hot guy, who was going to give you a massage.

You try to stare off in the distance and pretend you don't notice the way blue eyes stare you down like a predator staring down its prey. Slowly but surely you peel off your shirt and Gojo seems to notice your sudden shyness.

"Only strip to your level of comfort, Doll." Not trusting your words to be anything good you just nod to let him know that you've heard him. With haste he turns around to prepare everything for your session.

He prepares steamed towels, dry towels, melted coconut oil, essential oils and more. Taking his advice you strip down to your underwear and lay face down on the table.

"Starting with your backside? Good choice!" You mutter an "mhm." Anticipation is making you nervous because you aren't sure how you'll react to those big hands roaming your body.

"Alright, I'm going to begin, tell me if anything hurts, if it's too much, or too little, alright?" His voice is sultry and smooth, coaxing you out of your shell of nervousness.

"Okay." You barely whisper. The sound of knuckles cracking scrambles your brain. Oh shit, he's actually about to put those big pretty hands on you. Hopefully you don't make any embarrassing noises that he'll tease you about later.

"Okay, I'm going to narrate when necessary so there's no surprises." You give him another curt nod.

His voice is so dreamy that it instantly has you relaxing which pleases him. Gojo is very, very good at what he does.

"I'm going to start by applying a little bit of oil to your back so I can warm up the muscles and prep them for the deep tissue massage." He says slowly as he pours a little bit of coconut oil on your back. He makes sure to apply light pressure while kneading the muscles in your lower back. Goosebumps form with how close he is to your butt, but it's covered by a steamed towel.

You can really feel the way his fingers dig in to release some of the tension in your back muscles. Honestly, you feel a little bit tender but it's nothing you can't handle.

Gojo eyes your side boob, licking his lips unintentionally. Which he knows is highly unprofessional but your eyes are closed so you can't even see what he's doing anyway.

The masseur isn't really sure what he's feeling deep in his chest but out of all the people he's massaged none have made him feel whatever you're making him feel.

Once he's finished warming your lower back muscles, he starts to process over on your neck and shoulders, making sure apply the same amount of light pressure.

"What do you do to make your muscles all tight like this?" His voice is quiet as to not disturb the mind-space you might be experiencing from the pleasure.

"I um- I.." Your brain is already going dumb and you feel a little sleepy but you pull yourself together long enough to respond, "I work from home, in my office. So, I'm sitting down a lot."

"Ah, that makes a lot of sense. We tend to get a lot of customers who sit a lot in their work." He reaches a particularly sore spot in your neck which causes a whimper to form in your throat.

Gojo shamelessly feels himself hardening slightly in his pants. What are you doing to him?

"Okay, Doll. I'm going to start really working those muscles. I'm sure you'll feel some discomfort but it's all going to be worth it when we break down that tension, 'kay?" He can tell that you're starting to become nervous again so he encourages you to take a few deep breaths. He does them too, he can't be caught with a slight boner, 100% unprofessional.

"I'm ready." You squeak out with zero confidence in your voice. The rational part of your brain tells you that you should have just nodded instead of trying to speak and embarrass yourself. It seems Gojo doesn't mind though.

He goes in kneading deeply into the small of your back. His own brain starts to malfunction when you moan out at how well he was breaking the tension.

Anyone on the opposite side of the door would think you two were doing something inappropriate. "Feel good?" He asks, and you take note of how his voice sounds slightly broken like you'd done something to make him that way. Which technically you did, but you didn't know that.

"Mhm, sooooo gooddddd." Gojo has to bite his lip to keep from moaning out loud. You're so pretty and he would give anything to have you right on this table. He has enough sense to understand that for once in his life he probably won't get what he wants.

As you're on your way out Gojo hands you a little paper and a pen. "This is just the form asking for a review on my service. It'll help Shoko know if you'll be with me again or someone else." You nod. Your body is much more relaxed than it was when you arrived.

"Oh- and here's my number too." Why is he giving you his number? Instead of asking him aloud you take the little card he hands you and shove it in your pocket.

He guides you back to the waiting area where you fill out the form...

A few minutes later you're handing the paper to Shoko and she gives you a polite smile.

"Will we be seeing you again?"

"Yes, I think I'll be back in a few weeks." You adjust your purse. A small giggle leaves her lips along with a shake of her head.

"I'll let Gojo know.. that is if you enjoyed his service." The brunette holds the piece of paper up to her face so she can read it.

"Alrighty! We look forward to having you again." She waves you goodbye and you do the same.

"Hey, stupid." Shoko greets Gojo waving the paper you had in your hand a few hours ago. Both were on lunch break. Gojo looks up from his phone to see what Shoko could possibly want.

"Yeah?"

"[name] will be seeing you again sometime in a few weeks." She says handing him the paper so he could see the little message you left on the paper.

'You made me feel so at ease. See you soon Gojo :)'

The little note read. His lips curl up into a satisfied smirk, "Heh. What can I say? I'm good at what I do."

note: this took way too long lololol. I wanted to hurry up and finish bc I might start a series (and finish it unlike the little aizawa series I started lmao...) so yeah! hope you guys like it :)

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[ladykailitha]

Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 15

The second part being released today. And it's looking like people really want more of this AU. Which, I really should have seen coming.

So once I get my backlog up for Moonlight and Indiana (I just need to write one more chapter each to get the stories up to three chapters) I will start working on it for you.

And because I've been zooming past my daily goal of 400 words a day (I'll often get 1500-2000 words a day) I've decided as a way to pump the breaks so that I don't get too far ahead again is to spend my evenings editing stories for my beta to edit for AO3. I already have one in the works, I'm just waiting for her final edits to put it up on AO3.

In this we have Steve being awesome at what he does, he dodges one hell of a bullet because Robin is awesome, and Eddie falls just a little more in love with Steve.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

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Steve was busy leading up to Eddie’s rut, Chrissy being right about him getting more clients just from being on Eddie’s arm.

Everyone clamoring to see what it was that made Eddie fall head over heels in love with the omega escort.

Steve ate up the attention. He had talked to Eddie about the actress and how it made him feel.

Suddenly Eddie was all apologies. The actress was a good friend of his and he had just been so excited to see her that he forgot what it would look like to Steve. Especially since Eddie hadn’t introduced them. Plus it had left Steve open to Tommy’s sneering.

Steve had backpedaled then. He hadn’t meant for Eddie to make a big deal out of it. He had thought that Eddie would apologize, they’d fuck about it and Steve would learn that with Eddie being as famous as he was, Steve would just have to learn to share him.

But Eddie wouldn’t let him. He had hurt Steve’s feelings over something that he could have and should have avoided. Now he knew why Tommy’s words had stung as badly as they had.

So he showered Steve with all the affection in the world. Taking him on picnics to the beach one day and bowling and miniature golf the next. Fancy dinners and shopping sprees. Intimate to formal, fun to stately. Concerts and plays.

Every spare moment Steve had was spent being wined and dined by Eddie.

The courting was intense, but then again so was Steve. He liked intense, he was intense.

Steve was getting ready for a final rut, before Eddie’s next week when Robin called him up.

“Hey, what’s up?” Steve asked in confusion. “What’s up?”

“Management just flagged the client.”

Steve’s blood ran cold. It took a lot for management to flag a client. They always did checks on their clients before letting them hire their escorts. But sometimes they’ll do a deeper check if they feel something is off.

“What caused the flag?”

“Something in the wording,” Robin said. “I had been trying to pin down where I had heard it before. It was only yesterday I realized it sounded like some of the stuff the alpha from the Grammy’s was spouting as we hauled his ass out of the venue.”

If Steve was cold before, now his spine was ice. “Holy shit.”

Robin hummed her agreement. “So I had Hopper dig deeper. It’s–it’s not good, Steve.”

“Just tell me.”

“The idiot had used his real accounts to plot your kidnapping after going through all the work to hide who he was to the company,” Robin said grimly.

Steve sat down on the sofa with a thump. “Was he–did he know where I–Robin I’m scared.”

“I’m already in the elevator, babe,” she said softly. “He doesn’t know where you live or even where Eddie lives, okay? Starcourt alerted his security detail as soon as the plot was uncovered.”

Steve breathed out a sigh of relief. “That’s good. Will I still be able to service his rut?”

“Yes,” she said, “I’m at your door, I’ll tell you all about it, face to face, okay?”

“Okay.”

Robin let herself in and hurried over to the sofa to throw her arms around him.

“Everything is okay,” she promised. “There hasn’t been a successful kidnapping of a Starcourt omega since the 1940s. Trust us, we’ve got this on lock.”

Steve nodded. “Tell me about Eddie’s rut.”

Robin grinned mischievously. “You’re going to love it.”

“Oh?” Steve’s interest was piqued. That interest drew him from his fear and anxiety, just like she knew it would.

“It’s going to happen here.”

Steve’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit!”

“It gets even better,” Robin said sing-song.

“How could it get any better than that?” Steve asked once he had picked his jaw up off the floor.

“Management is letting him know where you live,” she squealed.

Steve’s hands went to cover his mouth. “Shut up! Tell me everything!”

So she did.

She broke down what would happen if Eddie’s rut broke through the scent.

She went over the different things that would happen due to it being in Steve’s room with his nest, but it was amazing news.

“What made them decide to let Eddie in on the secret?” Steve asked when she was done.

Robin set down her tablet she had used to go over all the information and turned her full attention to him.

“Because he tried to cancel his rut servicing with you but with you still getting paid because he was worried that you might be followed to his place,” Robin explained.

Steve blushed a deep red.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

He looked up at her with glistening eyes. “He really loves me, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, yes he does.”

****

Steve didn’t have any other clients that week, so he spent the week getting his penthouse suite ready for his alpha. He already knew Eddie’s favorite snacks and how he could just eat handfuls and handfuls of trail mix as long as there weren’t raisins. So Steve subtly tried out other dried fruits and found he loved dried apricots. So those replaced the raisins.

Protein shakes were okay as long as they had some chocolate in them. But he could tell if there was any herbs to them. Thyme, basil, you name it, if it was there, Eddie wouldn’t drink them.

It was actually kind of fun tailoring the rut servicing to what Eddie enjoyed. Cotton sheets over satin. Certain brand of bottled water. How often he was lucid during the five days.

His nest was carefully packed away into another room, so that Eddie’s scent didn’t get embedded into the materials. There would be plenty of time for that when they bonded, doing it too soon could result in a faux bond and Steve would get sick.

Which was the last thing either of them wanted.

Steve was fluffing the pillows for the millionth time when Robin radioed that Eddie was about to pull up. He made his way to the front of the hotel and watched as Xander pulled up to the curb.

Eddie stepped out onto the pavement and looked up at the hotel in shock.

“La Rose?” he asked Steve in confusion. “Isn’t this where we met up for drinks after my interview?”

Steve grinned, taking Eddie’s bag from Xander. They walked past the hotel bar and Eddie turned to him.

“Holy shit!” he gasped. “It is! I thought we met up here.”

Steve giggled. “We did. I just came down the elevator instead of arriving by car.”

“How the hell did you manage that?” he asked, bumping Steve’s shoulder with his own.

“Robin,” Steve said proudly. “She can work any magic she wants to with management. I swear she has blackmail information on key members.”

Eddie threw back his head and laughed. “That sounds like Buckley.”

They finally got to Steve’s floor and he pointed to a room to the far right. “That is where you’ll be taken if I go into a mini heat.”

“Wouldn’t they want me to be far away from you as possible?” Eddie asked.

Steve shook his head. “They want to whisk you away to a nearby room on the same floor so your scent could calm me down and help me through my heat. If they took you off the premises I could get rejection sickness.”

Eddie blinked at him a moment.

“Oh.”

Steve smiled and led the way to the door that would lead to his apartment. He opened the door and moved out of the way so Eddie could enter first.

“Wow, Stevie,” Eddie murmured. “This is amazing. You live here all by yourself?”

“On this floor,” Steve answered. “Have a seat, we’ll talk about the coming rut and then get you settled. I’ll just put your bag in my bedroom.”

Eddie did as he was told, sitting on the nice fluffy sofa.

“All right,” Steve said, sliding onto the sofa next to Eddie. “So walk me through your ruts, what happens?”

Eddie squirmed a little. This was Steve Harrington, professional escort, and not Stevie, his hot omega boyfriend speaking.

“My pre-ruts start hard and fast,” he said, rubbing his chin in thought. “Then they last five days and I’m barely lucid through them. It’s how I got caught by that omega who told me they were infertile. I wasn’t conscious for much of it.”

Steve nodded. “When do you lower the light in wherever it is that you spend your rut?”

Eddie blinked at him. “Lower the lights, what do you mean? You don’t have sex with the lights on?”

“You’ve always had light on during your ruts, even at night?” Steve asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Not lucid enough to turn them off,” he said with a shrug.

Steve picked up a remote from the coffee table and closed the drapes and dimmed the lights.

He could see the physical change that came over Eddie. His shoulders relaxed and his eyelids drooped. His skin color which had been pale and clammy when he arrived was starting to get color back in his cheeks.

He tilted his head up as he examined the lights. “What is this feeling? I feel warm and drowsy.”

Steve sighed. “It’s how ruts are supposed to start. But it’s not mentioned in health class or anything. The bright lights signify to our poor little lizard brains that we’re still out in the open where we can be attacked, instead of safe in our caves. It wasn’t until the advent of modern light that it was ever a problem for alphas, but the science of it has come a long way in recent years.”

“Huh.”

Eddie rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “You think that’s why I’ve had trouble staying lucid because I’ve been forcing myself to be on high alert all the time?”

“Could be,” Steve agreed. “But even if it isn’t, you can trust me to keep you safe. I will not trick you and I will not harm you. You want condoms on all the time, I will be sure to change them as often as required. I’ve been on birth control for twelve weeks as you requested.”

Eddie blushed. “Thanks for sending me the video of you taking the pill every day, that must have been so humiliating for you.”

Steve shrugged. “I’m an escort, the amount of humiliating things I’ve had to do, that doesn’t even make the top twenty.”

“What, now?”

Steve laughed. “Alphas will sometimes hire us for humiliation roleplays. Did a fair number of those before I was big enough to reject them. But I know a couple of omegas that live for that shit, so if a new omega is really uncomfortable with it, the roleplay will be passed to one of them.”

Eddie blinked again. “Darlin’, the more I learn about your profession the more intrigued I am.”

“At least you’re intrigued,” Steve chuckled. “Most aren’t. They tend to be pearl clutchers about it.”

“Not even the highest paid actresses have to do the kind of work you do,” Eddie breathed. “Why aren’t there award shows for you escorts?”

Steve smiled sweetly. “Because it’s all confidential. But maybe I can convince a couple of my friends to do our own version of that for booze and prizes. I think it’d be a hit.”

Eddie grinned. “Oh to be a fly on that wall.”

Steve reached out and rubbed his arm. “How are you feeling? Is the pre-rut still progressing or have you hit full rut yet?”

Eddie frowned as he took stock of his body.

“Still in pre-heat,” he said thoughtfully. “Huh. My uncle was a beta, so he wasn’t able to teach me this sort of shit, but you would have thought that someone along the line would have said something.”

“The education in this country is still woefully behind for anything regarding sex,” Steve said ruefully.

Eddie snorted. That was like calling a hurricane a little summer storm.

“But at least they teach you this shit,” he said.

Steve grinned. “Indeed they do teach me this shit.”

He got to his feet and gently led Eddie to the bedroom. He got undressed and sat down on the bed. He took Eddie’s hand and directed it to his thighs.

“Is it time, baby?” Eddie murmured, looking down at this beautiful, smart, talented omega in utter awe.

“Almost, alpha,” Steve purred. “But being in bed when it hits is easier on the knees.”

Eddie cackled and Steve’s omega chirped happily.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed back, “the things that cute little noise does to me.”

Steve laid down on the bed, as pretty as a picture and oh how Eddie wanted.

He got undressed and slid the first condom on. He straddled Steve’s hips and kissed him deeply.

“Oh, Stevie,” he murmured. “I feel so good.”

Steve stroked Eddie’s cheek. “And I promise it will continue to feel good for the next five days.”

Eddie looked into his eyes and believed him.

****

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wow no one has mentioned this yet????? ig i’ll be the FREAK to do it: vamp!kylar will absolutely eat the hell out of u when u have ur period 🧛 he can probably smell when it’s approaching too and gets so excited. esp bc he gets so fixated on when ur ovulating so when he knows ur period is coming he’s like a fruit fly and starts rubbing his hands together all giddy like

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oh my gosh yes. yes. i was too embarrassed to write about it but. period sex with ANY kylar constantly floats around my brain. vampire kylar would be sucking on his fingers like he'd just ate a drumstick from kfc. finger licking good HAHSJSJAK

afab reader, period sex, period mentions, reader wears a skirt, general creepy kylar stuff., kylar's weird scent kink thing is in this too...

drabble continued utc!

I think the first time you're having a period with your freakish vampire boyfriend around - he's visibly on edge. Kylar's gnawing at the palm of his hand while sitting next to you in the cafeteria, sweating as his other hand grips on the sleeve of his hoodie. You note that he is looking at everything and everyone except you.

You'll reach out to touch him, placing a reassuring hand on Kylar's shoulder.

"Are you okay, Kylar?"

Kylar flinches back like you've just burned him - eyes bulging out of his head as his hands quickly shield his face from view.

"Y-Yes! I-I'm fine! J-Just—"

He peeks at you through his fingers, pupils dilated until only a sliver of green remains.

"—I-It's just really hot i-in here."

You throw him a weird look, rolling your eyes as you stand up from the cafeteria table. You absolutely cannot deal with this shit right now. Being hit with wave after wave of crippling cramps, the last thing you needed was your boyfriend being noticeably disgusted with you. You shuffle awkwardy, trying not to cause yourself more pain as you stand. Does Kylar hate you now? Is he scared of you? Fuck, you don't know if your irritability is stemming from the slick, sticky blood feeling between your thighs or your boyfriend - lost in his own little world - ignoring you when you need him most.

A strangled, panicked sound escapes Kylar as you stand. The hand covering his face reaches outward, snatching your wrist with a disturbing amount of strength. You try to slip out of his grip - upset that now he wants to touch you - but he does not relinquish his hold no matter how much you tug against it. He exhales shakily, his nails dig into you - they've gotten long - really long.

"Y-You can't go— You can't."

You try to pull away with more force, spluttering with confusion as Kylar refutes your struggle with ease. He can't possibly be jealous - you've spent almost the entirety of this week with him - he's staring at you with this horrible, anguished expression. It's the last thing you want to see today. Your bottom lip twitches beneath your teeth, tears pricking your eyes in frustration.

"Kylar! Stop being so weird— What is wrong with you today?"

Your scuffle turn heads. You can feel so many eyes on you, looking at you and Kylar, laughing as they see Kylar's hand is latched onto your wrist. Only then do you notice the gaunt, sickly shade of his face. Heavy, darkened bags rest under his eyes. His lips are chapped too, more than they usually are. Speckled bits of dried blood rest in between the grooves of each crack. Kylar twitches, sweat slicking his choppily-cut fringe to his forehead. He looks ill. He tugs you closer, talking in a low tone that makes your stomach churn.

"You're— You're on your period."

What. The. Fuck.

You don't remember telling him it was that time of the month? How does he know—

"W-What? What does that have to do with anything?"

"J-Just— c-come with me—"

He breathes in shakily, composing himself as his eyes trail up your form, lingering far too long on the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He stands to meet your height, breathing heavily as you flood his senses with a scent that is so undeniably you. Sweet, but not too sweet. It makes his body buzz with a sickeningly fuzzy feeling. His mouth fills with sailva as you hold his gaze, scrutinizing him with your cutely furrowed brows and a jutted-out bottom lip.

"I-I need to tell you something."

You can see the desperation in his expression. His other hand shakes at his side, aching to latch onto you and never let go. Festering like a fresh wound, Kylar's carnal urges get the better of him. His other hand grabs your shoulder, pushing you closer towards his chest.

He smells different. Like dust, dirt and nothing all at once. He doesn't smell like garlic and pepper. Normally, you're assaulted with the scent of the plants - but strangely - it's gone entirely. You look up at Kylar, brows still furrowed in confusion because this is your boyfriend but... something is inherently wrong about him.

Kylar tugs you out of the cafeteria.

You don't struggle.

-

"I-I need to taste you—"

"H-Huh?"

Kylar pushes you into the dilapidated storage closet, slamming the door shut behind him as he grapples you against the wall, panting against your mouth.

"I haven't— You smell so good, a-and I just need this," He cuts himself off, snapping his gaze toward you incredulously from his position against you. He visibly shudders, twitching as he falls forward onto his knees, grounding himself between your thighs. He eagerly tugs your school skirt down, panting as he is met with your panties. "I-I need this. N-Need to feed f-from you— no one else."

"W-What! Kylar! We are in school right now! It'll be too messy a-and it'll get all over you-"

You choose to ignore your boyfriend's weird phrasing of eating you out. 'Feeding' from you is new.

His forehead rests heavy against your swollen uterus - you don't know what he's doing - until Kylar leans closer to your clothed pussy and begins sniffing you. Sniffing you - and moaning like he should have gotten between your thighs the moment you sat next to him in the cafeteria. You squeak, latching your hands in his hair in a pathetic attempt to steer him away from your bloodied thighs. Your tightened grip doesn't deter Kylar. He groans loudly, unashamed as he tilts into your touch, panting puffs of hot wet air against your skin.

"Y-Yes! Oh, y-you have to let me— you smell so perfect, j-just—ah—just let me taste you,"

He's so close, so close to snapping and just biting into the soft skin of your thighs. His eyes dart between your face and your clothed heat. His jaw is clenched tight, gnawing at the skin on the inside of his cheeks. Strained to the last thread of his patience, Kylar lets out a hoarse, weak sound. His fingernails jab painfully into your thighs, carnal desperation evident in each action. Despite this, he looks up to you, teary eyed from the struggle of holding himself back.

"P-Please."

You nod, loosening your grip in Kylar's hair as he practically vibrates with excitement. He tugs down your panties, eyeing the pad that sits at the seat of them as his tongue slides over his bottom lip hungrily. You whine as his fingers nestle themselves against your overly sensitive folds. Slick with blood and wetness, Kylar's fingers prod at your folds, eagerly pressing against the spots that make your knees weaken against his hold.

Kylar's tongue inches out to lave at the smeared blood across your inner thigh, moaning at the taste. He latches onto you, lips forming a tight seal against blood-slick skin, mixing red with clear saliva as Kylar's teeth brush against you. Two particularly sharp teeth nick your inner thigh and you tug his head backward as his fingers continue softly rubbing at your clit. He presses an apologetic kiss to the wound, affectionately licking at the punctures, careful not to let any of the blood spill onto your white school shirt.

"I-I knew it'd be good—" He gasps, his mouth and wet tongue making quick work of your other blood-smeared thigh. "Y-You're so—ah—so, so, delicious, my love."

You blush, opening your eyes to look down at your boyfriend. Kylar's still twitching with excitement, tongue hanging out in anticipation as he nears your pussy. You whine weakly, pulling on his hair as dull throbbing cramps torment your lower abdomen. Kylar smiles at you, eyes much brighter - looking far less ill than before, too. He pulls his fingers away, admiring the sticky sheen of blood that coats them before quickly popping the digits into his mouth and moaning at the taste. He pushes you backward against the wall of the closet, spreading your thighs wide enough for his head to fit snugly between them.

He licks a stripe against the seam of your folds, eagerly lapping up the blend of arousal and blood. Your hands weave in his hair, pushing his nose against your clit as Kylar laves at your pussy, humming as your thighs trap him against your heat. Kylar groans, savouring the sweet, metallic taste of you against his tongue. He pushes closer, nestling his nose against your clit just close enough that with each press of his tongue against your entrance you cry out in pleasure, hands tightening in his dark hair. Kylar fucks you with his tongue until you're sobbing, wrapping an arm around each thigh to hold you firm against his mouth.

He moans as you grind against his tongue, chasing your release that hums deep within your core. Your grinding stutters as the coil burns hot within your stomach, tightening until it snaps.

You cry out as you cum, squirming as Kylar continues to hold you against his face. He groans, lapping up your arousal as it seeps onto his tongue. Your thighs clench against his head, quivering as Kylar slows his licking into gentle, loving laves against your pussy. He smiles as your hands fall from his hair. Kylar presses a loving kiss to your pussy, inching upward to press a kiss against your bloated abdomen as well. Even though he just gave you the most intense orgasm of your life, he's still so intimate with each of his actions, no matter how lewd or messy.

He pulls up your panties, your skirt, and readjusts the rest of your clothes before fixing his own.

Kylar stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then licking up the blood collected on it. He looks undeniably better than before; gone is the sickly tone of his skin, the heavy bags under his eyes, and now his eyes hold a twinkle that doesn't falter. He helps you up with ease, pulling you into his chest and nuzzling into your neck.

"Thank you," He whispers, smiling against your neck, pressing soft, affectionate kisses to the damp skin. You return his embrace even as your legs still tremble from the onslaught of pleasure Kylar gave you. You feel better now. Your boyfriend isn't disgusted at you. Quite far from it, actually. So you'll ignore that his teeth are sharper, that his skin is as cold as a cadaver's, that you swear his eyes were red at one point. He's your boyfriend. His strange, newfound affliction for blood doesn't mean anything. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder, breathing in his new scent of dirt, dust and nothingness. He giggles at your newfound neediness, rubbing your back in a soothing motion.

"Let's do this again tonight, okay?"

#god can yall tell i got inspo from jennifers body #kylar #kylar the loner #dol #kylar x reader #dol kylar #degrees of lewdity #also ik jennifer isnt a vampire but... hnngg the scene where shes like 'i only eat *boys* needy' like AAAAAAA BARKBARKABRk #probs my fav girl-love movie (guys i write for girls too i probably should have said that) #hnng gf kylar who very obviously takes inspo from jennifers body and kills all the boys you have crushes on so she can have u to hersself.. #anwyas guys more vampire kylar !!! thankyewww #kuuskylarposting

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Chapter XIII ✧ The Last Time

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Roman Reigns

Summary: Rhea throws herself in the fire…literally

Warnings; angst

Word Count: 7.3k

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A/n: Yall ain’t see this one coming…

“You wanna chew?” Zoey asked as she arched an eyebrow at Rhea who was almost rushing in eating her breakfast. Both of them, as well as Raquel and Shayna, all sat together that Monday morning at the cafeteria as they had their breakfast at 9:00 AM. “You’re gonna choke yourself, slow down.”

“I’m gonna be late for this meeting- I need to hurry.” Rhea only said as she drank some of her juice after managing to immediately eat her sandwich.

“Well, we can take you there. Where is it at though?”

“Triple H’s office.” She quickly said as she gulped down her juice before she wiped her hands and mouth with a napkin. Raquel took a bite out of her toast before she ate it as she spoke.

“I spoke with Liv yesterday, like I told you.” She told Rhea who finished wiping her mouth and hands and looked at her.

“Did she say anything?”

“Well, she said she still wants the match, unfortunately.” Raquel began- causing Shayna to roll her eyes and mumble a ‘of course she does’ underneath her breath while Raquel continued speaking. “But she does want to talk to you personally before we go into Raw.”

“Talk about what? She clearly hates Rhea for what she did to her— no offense, Ripley—“ Zoey quickly pointed out as she looked at Rhea for a second before she turned back to the others. “What else could she possibly want aside from, you know, revenge? Payback?”

“Rhea’s title.” Shayna pointed out as she leaned back and drank her coffee.

“And that’s where you’re wrong. Cuz I’m taking it away from her.”

“In your dreams.” Rhea scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“I mean, I almost took it away from you at Crown Jewel, so…”

“I think all of us almost did.” Raquel clarified. “But to be fair, Rhea won in the end, so.”

“I mean hey, as long as Rhea doesn’t become a part-time champ like Roman—“ Zoey was cut off when Rhea gave her a look from where she sat. She immediately contemplated on what she said as she then took it back. “… I’m joking.”

“I’m gonna remember that when we step in the ring at Survivor Series.” Rhea told her before she sat up while Zoey grimaced.

“Fuck.”

“Should’ve kept your mouth shut.”

“Shut up, Shayna.”

“Okay, are we done here? We need to move now, órale pues.” Raquel urged them as she finished her breakfast while she also sat up.

“Yeah, we’re done, let’s go.”

The four began to walk away from the cafeteria as they chatted with one another. As she listened to Raquel speak about how she was possibly going to have a match against Nia next week, she then suddenly spotted Roman walking out the elevator along with Jimmy and Solo.

Part of her wanted to walk up to him, but she opted to look away and listen to Raquel speak and even chuckle in amusement. “Try to leave your make-up on her gear again, see how she’ll react.”

“Oh she’ll not like it. Trust me.” Shayna laughed as the four walked outside and went to Raquel’s rental car. “I’ll be the first one howling in laughter when that happens.”

“You gotta let Rhea deal with her next though.” Zoey told Raquel as they got inside the car. “Or- hold on, let Shayna deal with her.”

“Zoey, do you hate me that much?”

“Pft, no.”

Rhea was about to connect her phone to the car’s Bluetooth when Raquel beat her to it. “Nope, we’ll play mine today.” Rhea arched an eyebrow at that.

“Okay, Miss-Wants-To-Do-Everything, I see you.”

“It’s Monday, we gotta wake up.”

“Oh I know how to wake y’all up, hold on.” Zoey immediately rolled her window down before she crawled out and sat, pointing at Rhea and herself as she began to yell. “I want everyone here to look at us here, because we’re gonna beat the hell out of each other at Survivor-fucking-Series! WOO!”

“Oh my god—“ Rhea rubbed her face while Shayna laughed while Raquel chuckled and shook her head. Turning the engine on before she began to drive them away with Zoey crawling back inside the car. They were only five minutes away from their destination until Raquel had to head to the gas station to fill up the car’s tank. Shayna volunteered in doing so while Zoey went with her to buy something. Leaving both Raquel and Rhea inside the car.

“Hey Raq?”

“What?” Raquel asked as she was scrolling through her phone while Rhea spoke.

“Can you be honest with me? Brutally honest.”

“Yeah, sure, why?”

“… was I in the wrong for turning on Liv a year ago?”

Raquel lowered her phone at that as she remained silent for a few seconds before she spoke. “… look. Turning on her just to find your own way wasn’t the right way to go. I’ll admit it. You did her wrong.” She told her best friend. “If I were you, I would’ve ended things differently with her. You wanted to be successful, you wanted to become stronger- prove yourself, and I get that. But you didn’t have to hurt Liv in order to prove that.”

Rhea remained silent as she leaned back on her seat while Raquel turned to her. She then seemed to ponder before Raquel decided to speak. “But I had my fault in that too, Rhe Rhe. I did the same thing to you years ago. Which is why I really, really wanted to talk to you about all of this, along with Liv.”

“…”

“Rhea. We need to move on. All of us.”

“… I know.” She mumbled as she looked down. “I need to talk to her. And Dom. And possibly Reigns and—“

“Whoa slow down, just one at a time. Remember, you said you needed time, okay?”

“Raq, what if today’s my last day I get to live?”

“Oh please, don’t be dramatic—“

“I’m serious!” Rhea blurted out. “Just- okay, let’s say, if I was told and proven that my last day to live was today, what do you think would be the first thing I do?”

“Okay, one, you’re literally 27, you’re too young to die. You’re active, you’re healthy, and if someone tried to kill you then they wouldn’t even stand a chance to begin with.” Raquel scoffed. “And two, if you’re going to make amends, I’d say just talk to them separately. But please please give yourself a break too. You need it.”

“Yup! What she said!” They heard Zoey say as she got inside the car while Shayna was filling up the tank. “I don’t know what you guys are talking about but I agree.”

“¿Ya ves?” Raquel told Rhea. “Don’t overthink it, Rips. Everything’s going to be fine.”

“Guys, I don’t want to rush but I kinda need to go and train with Shayna in like thirty minutes.” Zoey said as she looked at the time on her phone.

“Well, tell Shayna to hurry.”

“Gotcha- Shayna, hurry your ass up, Rhea’s gonna be late for her meeting!”

“I’m almost done, damn!”

After Shayna was finished, she got back inside the car as she gave the fuel receipt to Raquel before she drove off with them.

“Call us when you’re done! We’ll meet back at the hotel to get ready!” Raquel called out from her car as Rhea walked away after bidding them goodbye.

“I will!”

She then watched as another car pulled over as soon as Raquel drove away. Standing near the building, she saw that it was Iyo and Damian as the latter was dropping him off. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips before he got out of the car as she drove away. Arching an eyebrow, she watched as he went up to her.

“So does this mean Bayley knows already?”

“Yeah well, about that… Dakota knows. And Kairi.” Damian told her as they both walked together inside the building. “Iyo wants to plan on telling Bayley today.”

“And you’re okay with it?”

“Well, just as long as Bayley doesn’t give me the stink eye, I think we’re good.” He simply said as he folded his hands inside his pockets before he turned to her. “And you? How have you been?”

“I’m fine, I guess.” Rhea told him as they both walked down the hall. “I mean, aside from feeling like crap… I’m okay.”

“Dom has been wanting to talk to you.” Damian stated to her. At that, she blinked as she turned to face him and stopped walking.

“He did?”

“Yeah. He asked me if it was the right thing to do. He didn’t know if he should either ignore you or settle things once and for all.” He said to her, “I told him you both should talk.”

“I’m probably gonna get a ‘I wouldn’t want us to talk again’ kind of thing.”

“Nah, you won’t.” Damián reassured her as she turned to face him.

“And how do you know that?”

“You’ll see. Oh, here they come.” He gestured behind her as they turned to see Finn and Dominik walk inside the building, along with the Bloodline as well.

“Sorry we’re late, traffic jam.” Finn said as he greeted the two with a fist bump.

“It’s all good man.”

“Yeah, you’re good. We only have fifteen minutes until the meeting.” Rhea reassured. Jimmy was then the next that came up to them as he also greeted them.

“Y’all ready for tonight? Cuz guess who just got permission to be your fourth member for War Games.” Jimmy said with a huge grin. At that, Finn, Damian, and Dom’s brows rose at the same time as they looked at him.

“Wait, for real?”

“But how- You’re on Smackdown—“

“Hey, our groups are officially gonna be 100% unified, remember?” The Uso twin told them. “We’re gonna be taking over Raw AND Smackdown soon!”

“Shit, you’re right.” Damián mumbled before a smile appeared on his face. “Well, we did prove that this deal did come in handy.”

“Hell yeah, Uce! Oh- by the way, should we come up with a new name? I don’t know, like I kinda don’t wanna ruin the whole vibe, you know what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, no, true,” Finn agreed. “But we should let Rhea and Roman decide that, we can talk about it more after the meeting—“

“Yeah, for sure—“

The group chatted amongst each other while Rhea also crossed her arms and leaned against the wall as she listened on. She then decided to take a seat to wait until they were called up for the meeting when Dom suddenly walked up and sat beside her.

“Hey…”

“Oh. Hey…” Rhea mumbled, looking at him momentarily before she looked down.

“… how have you been?” Dom was the first to ask while he also looked down on the floor. Another wave of guilt hit her yet again, knowing damn well that she should’ve been asking him that question instead, even though she already knew the answer to it.

“… I haven’t been doing well.” She mumbled as she leaned back on her seat. “It’s been…”

“I know.” Dom mumbled before he nodded in understanding. “Everything happened so fast and… we didn’t get the chance to properly talk about everything.”

At that, Rhea looked up at him while he seemed to think about what he wanted to tell her before he opened his mouth yet again. “Priest told me that… you had a mental breakdown after everything that happened at Crown Jewel.”

“What?” She blurted out as she blinked. “How did…?”

“Raquel told him. He was trying to check up on you, so he asked her.”

“Oh… right, yeah, that makes sense.”

“Yeah, well… anyways, I… I got worried.” He told her sincerely. “But I was also hurt, Rhea. I mean, if we’re going to be realistic here… you cheated on me. Twice.”

“And I would do anything to take it all back.” She told him while she swallowed back the knot that was forming in her throat. “I know that an apology isn’t going to fix this but… I don’t want us to end badly, Dom. I really don’t want you to…”

“To hate you?”

“… Yeah.”

She then closed her eyes after she gave her answer, still willing herself not to cry as Dom then spoke yet again.

“I don’t think I can even hate you right now, Rhea. It’s just…” Dom hesitated at first, pausing mid sentence before he took a deep breath. “… I don’t think it’s gonna work out between us this time. I think- I think we’re better off as friends. You have a lot to process and I need time too. But the last thing that I want you to think is that I’m gonna hate you. Because you’ve made it impossible for me to hate you.”

Rhea could only look down as he said this. Her urge to cry was still being held back as she took a deep breath which went noticed by him as he stood up with her.

“Hey, come here.” He told her softly as he embraced her while she also returned the hug. She pursed her lips together in a thin line as she tried her best not to cry right then and there. “I’m not mad anymore, okay? But… just know that this is for the better. We both deserve better. Even you.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I know.” He broke away slightly only to cup her face before he placed a hand on her shoulder. “But I’m not going to stop talking to you or anything, okay? Just because we’re breaking up, doesn’t mean that I’m going to leave Judgement Day- I mean, if we can even call it that at this point. We can still be friends, just like how we started off, remember?”

“Yeah… yeah.” She nodded while she gave him a sad, small smile, while he also returned it.

“Also… I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but,” He folded his hands inside his pocket. “Give the guy a chance.”

“Excuse me?”

“Roman. I'm talking about Roman, Rhea.”

“Oh, that’s not— I don’t think that—“

“Ahhhh come on, I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” He said as he chuckled. “You both stopped talking. Is there a reason why?”

“I uh… I asked him to give me space after everything that went down.” She told him as she folded her arms together. “It’s like you said, I have a lot to think about…”

“Well, if you want my advice, don’t overthink it.” Dom said to her as he patted her shoulder. “It’s gonna hurt your head a lot. Trust me, I know what it feels like.”

They both chuckled when they were suddenly called up for the meeting. At that, the group began to gather together as they made their way to Triple H’s office. At one point, Rhea suddenly tapped Dom’s shoulder.

“Hey Dom?”

“Yeah?”

“… thanks for choosing me to be in your life.”

Dom turned his head and smiled at that, before he placed an arm around her shoulders. “It’s something I won’t regret. Ever.”

She smiled at that before the two went to join the group as they all went inside the office. What Rhea didn’t know was that this could more than likely be the last conversation she would have with him.

7:00 PM

“Wait wait wait wait, WAIT.” Raquel immediately dragged Rhea to the corner of the locker room as they both looked around to make sure no one was listening. “Drew? As in THE Drew McIntyre?”

“Yeah, he’s gonna be the fifth member for war games.” Rhea whispered to her. “But don’t tell anyone.”

“Oh no, my lips are sealed, no worries.” She immediately told her before they both went inside the women’s bathroom. “But Drew? How did you—?”

“Well, he has beef with Jey for what he did back when he was in the Bloodline, and now even with Seth after losing at Crown Jewel, so.” Rhea explained to her as they checked themselves in the mirror. “And sure, he is aware that the Bloodline is allied with us, but he only wants this to be a temporary alliance just to get his payback, and that’s it.”

“Damn.” Raquel mumbled as she fixed her hair. “If it wasn’t because you had a title match against Zoey at Survivor Series…”

“What? What about it?”

“Well I mean, I’m glad you’re giving Zoey a chance and all, but I kinda wished you formed a group for War Games.”

“Seriously?”

“Well yeah, duh. It would be you, me, Zoey, Shayna, and maybe, just maybe—“ Their conversation was cut off when they heard the door open as they turned to see Liv walk in when she suddenly noticed the two and paused in her steps.

“Oh… I was looking for you.” Liv suddenly told Rhea. At that, Rhea looked at her while Raquel looked between the two.

“I’ll… leave you guys alone- but don’t beat each other up. Please.” She then walked away and left the bathroom as she closed the door. Rhea then sighed, placing both hands by the corner of the sink as she spoke.

“If you’re here to humiliate me even further—“

“No. No, I’m not here for that.” Liv immediately told her as she took a deep breath. “… I just want to talk. And look, we only have an hour before Raw starts, so we still have time to talk and decide if you really want to do this match or not, because if you don’t, then I’ll go to Pearce and call it off.”

The room was silent only for a few minutes as Rhea could gaze down at the sink. This gave Liv the opportunity to speak further as she went beside her.

“… I wish you would’ve spoken to me back then.” She mumbled as she also looked down at the sink. “I know you were struggling to reach the top and wanting to be the best, and I completely understand, because I was trying to do that too. But that wasn’t an excuse to hurt me or push me away.”

“…”

“I was going to make a plan to see you fail, to see you lose your championship and make you pay when I came back here after I got medically cleared, but… I couldn’t do it. Because I know I wouldn’t gain anything by watching you lose.”

“… you would just gain a title.”

At that, Liv scoffed. “Do you think I even care about that right now? I might be moved to Smackdown temporarily just for War Games to join Bianca’s team, I’m not going to have time to deal with you by then.” She mumbled. Her voice even cracked when she spoke. “I knew that deep down when you said that I was dead to you, you were lying. Because that’s your way to project, and it’s not okay. Not for you, at least.”

The taller woman listened to her as she kept gazing down before she looked up, letting out a sharp exhale before it was her turn to speak. “You’re right.” She whispered, before she decided to speak a bit more clearly. “I was… tired of feeling weak and vulnerable. I was tired of losing and I couldn’t no longer do it. And I know. I made the wrong approach. I should’ve done it differently. I should’ve spoken to you, I should’ve let you know in a more peaceful way that I was going to go my own way. And… and for that, I’m sorry.”

“… that’s all I ever wanted to hear all this time.” Liv mumbled. “I understand your perspective. But… even if the damage is already done and dusted, a part of me is wishing that you did speak to me back then. It would’ve been less painful if you did. I would’ve rather you let me down slowly than making me ask myself what I did to deserve all of this.”

The bathroom was silent yet again as Rhea couldn’t find the words to speak. Liv was debating on whether she should leave the bathroom or not as she was just about to walk out the door when Rhea stopped her.

“Don’t call off the match.”

“What?”

“You said you would have rather had us end things differently back then.” She told her as she finally faced her while Liv looked back at her. “So… No matter which one of us wins that match, I want to end it on good terms this time. No more stabs, no more fights… I want to end all of this in a truce.”

Liv’s face softened only slightly at that. Before she could speak, she suddenly heard her phone ring as she took it out of her pocket and looked at it. “Ah crap, I need to get ready. I need my makeup.” She put her phone back inside her pocket. “We can talk more after Raw ends, I’m kinda in a hurry.” She turned to walk away once more.

“Liv?”

“Yeah?” She turned her head to face Rhea as soon as her hand was placed around the doorknob.

“It… wouldn’t also hurt to start all over again. After the match, as friends. If that’s okay with you.”

Liv looked at her momentarily before she also looked down, pondering until she made her choice as she glanced back at her. “I’ll give you my answer after Raw.” With that, she opened the door and walked away while Rhea stood there. She then saw as Raquel went in, looking a bit surprised as she blinked at her.

“That went… different than I expected it would.”

“Yeah… it did.” She mumbled.

“You okay though?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Rhea reassured her with a small smile before she also looked at the time. “I need to gather with the boys. You need anything before I leave?”

“No, I’m good. I’m just gonna go hang out with Zoey and Shayna, but if you need anything, just come down to us.”

“Will do.” With that, both women left the bathroom, closing the door behind them before they went their separate ways with Rhea deciding to meet up with her crew at their locker room, along with the Bloodline who were also there as well.

Soon enough, Monday Night Raw had just begun. Damian, Finn, Dom, and Jimmy were just getting themselves ready to interrupt Cody, Jey, Sami, and Seth’s segment as the group watched from the TV inside the locker room when suddenly, a Pyro went off in the background. Which somewhat confused the group and even made Dom yelp a bit in his spot.

“Hey, now, come on,” Sami had spoken as he chuckled, almost as an attempt to calm the audience around the arena. “I know this is an exciting thing but—“

He was cut off when the Pyro still went off once again. This time, the group grew even more confused.

“Hey, what’s the deal with tech lately? Are they seeing this?” Damian asked as he blinked.

“The real question is, are they even triggering those things in the first place?”

“Uh, can we get someone to check on these things? They’re not supposed to go off…” Sami’s uneasy voice was heard through the screen.

“Yeah man, Cody and I haven’t won back the tag titles yet, relax.” A nervous chuckle could also be heard from Jey. The group didn’t care much about Jey’s comment as they watched until another Pyro went off in the background.

“Dude what the hell—“ Suddenly, from the entrance backstage, they could see a small source of fire beginning to form, right where the Pyro was going off lately. At that, the audience began to panic which was noticed by the four superstars in the ring. Cody then began to call out for help as a group from maintenance immediately came down to shut off the fire when suddenly, from the top of the ceiling, another Pyro had gone off as well and even started to catch fire. Another which was near the ring did the same, startling the four wrestlers, the audience, as well as the locker room.

“Everyone out! Now!” They could all hear Pearce’s voice call out through the screen. “Everyone step away from the arena asap in a orderly manner, there will be officials and security escorting you all out—“

“Guys I smell smoke—“ Dom immediately said as he sat.

“What the fuck is happening—“

“Guys we have to go.” Rhea urged the group as she gathered her things. “Now!”

Without any questions, they all began to immediately leave the locker room, taking all of their stuff with them, such as their bags, belts, and including Damian’s briefcase. When they passed by the entrance through the arena, they saw that the fire was beginning to slowly grow due to the pyro having malfunctioned, urging them to run faster until other superstars also joined in. It was a heavy and large crowd, all of them urgently going through the parking area as soon as they left backstage. Some of them walked all the way to the front of the building to start gathering while others just went into their cars to do so. When they arrived, everyone grouped up along with the audience that were present that night for the show.

“The hell was that all about—?!” Miz’s voice asked through the crowd.

“Don’t know, but I’m being told that Pearce is contacting Triple H and that the fire squad should be on their way.” Cody stated, causing a bewildered reaction from a few of the gathered superstars.

“Fire squad? Wait— is the fire—?”

“Apparently it’s going to get worse. The other pyros within the arena and hanging from the ceiling also started to malfunction as soon as everyone began to be escorted out the building.”

“What the fuck…” Becky was the one to blurt out that comment at her husband’s explanation.

“Well, at least everyone’s out, right?” Indi’s voice also came through the crowd as everyone looked around. Making sure that everyone was present and that they were all okay.

Rhea looked around, just as soon as she made sure her group was okay, with the addition of Raquel, Zoey, and Shayna. Everyone was too busy checking on each other, but there was one thing that Rhea couldn’t hear nor notice among the crowd. Something felt off. Something was wrong.

Liv was nowhere to be seen.

She suddenly paused as she looked around before she glanced back at the building. The last time she saw Liv was her leaving the women’s bathroom to grab her makeup and gear to get ready. After that, she didn’t see her again. And it’s been fifteen minutes since they all evacuated the building and the fire was more than likely starting to get worse and—

No...

Liv was still inside.

Once again she looked around, noting how the crowd didn’t take any notice of Liv nor was her name even uttered by any of them. At that, panic began to settle in as she looked between the crowd, then the building. The fire squad wasn’t still here, and the fire is probably going to take up the entire building at this rate…

Why wasn’t anyone even wondering where she was?!

She looked down at the purple bandana that hung from her pocket before she took it in her hand. An idea came to her as she looked at it, before she glanced up at the building, then back at the crowd, who were yet again all still discussing about how the hell the fire even happened. They were too busy still talking about a bunch of nonsense when they should be focusing on the only missing person among their group. And because of that, she made her choice.

Making sure the group didn’t cast a glance at her, she went through the crowd unnoticed as she placed the bandana on the lower side of her face, covering only her mouth and nose, before she managed to find a way inside the building where no one could spot her.

She had to get Liv out of there.

Because if she didn’t, no one else was, and it would be too late.

She almost cried out as she attempted to lift herself, only for her left leg to still be stuck underneath the large chest that was also buried by a large amount of iron poles and other heavy objects that had fallen when the fire began to worsen. She coughed, the smell of smoke overwhelming her as she was trying her best to break free. Liv turned slightly just to place both hands on her trapped leg in an attempt to pull it out, but not even her own strength allowed her to do so. She braced her hands on the floor, trying to support herself and avoid fainting from all the smoke inhalation. It’s been already twenty minutes since the fire had begun to spread around the building and she was still trapped backstage.

Now, the fire was growing worse and it would only be a matter of time until the smoke would make her breathing become even more difficult or until she was burned alive.

“Help! HELP!” Liv cried out. “Somebody help! Please!”

She coughed, the smoke still overwhelming her, tears running down her cheeks as she struggled to get out. She then looked up and more panic settled in when she saw the fire beginning to grow worse

“HELP! SOMEONE! PLEASE!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Using her other leg in an attempt to push the chest away.

“LIV!”

At the voice, Liv immediately stopped as her eyes widened. Abruptly, she turned her head to the source of the voice as she saw none other than Rhea running up to her, a bandana covering the lower part of her face. Immediately, she removed her own bandana and placed it around Liv’s lower half of her face instead.

“No, Rhea— wait, don’t do that—!”

“I’m getting you out, just hang on.” Rhea immediately said as she looked and analyzed the situation before her, seeing how Liv’s left leg was stuck underneath the large chest and cluster of iron poles. She then looked at the direction to where the smoke was coming from the fire nearby before she decided to immediately act, taking out all the poles at a rapid pace.

“Rhea— Rhea, you need to cover yourself—“

“I’ll be fine, just focus on getting you out of here okay?!” Rhea blurted out.

“But—!”

“Damn it Liv, I’m not leaving you all alone here!” She yelled once again. “I’m not letting you die on my watch. We’re gonna get out of here alive, you understand me?!”

Liv watched as Rhea began to remove every heavy object on top of the chest immediately. Five more minutes had already passed until all the objects from the chest had been removed. Using all her strength, Rhea grunted as she began to lift and push the heavy chest away until she was able to free Liv’s leg. When she attempted to move it, Liv almost cried out in pain. Her leg had been fractured from her fall as well as from the damage that it took from all the heavy objects that had fallen underneath it. At that, Rhea didn’t hesitate as she helped Liv up, placing the smaller woman's arm around her shoulders for support while she held Liv’s waist. When Liv realized that the fire was getting worse yet again, she turned to Rhea.

“Rhea we need to go—“

“I know—“ She said as she helped Liv, the two of them rushing off with Liv using her good leg as support. The fire around them didn’t help much as the path was already unrecognizable at this rate, but still, Rhea was more than determined to get Liv out of there.

Even if it was the last thing that she did.

Ten more minutes had passed, the two trying to find an exit as they looked around and tried to dodge the fire as much as they could. However, Liv suddenly paused when she heard Rhea cough and turned to her.

“Rhea, wear this—“ She was about to take off the bandana when Rhea stopped her.

“No- don’t.” Her voice sounded a bit raspy. “You’ve been here longer than me.”

“Rhea, you’re barely breathing.” Liv insisted. “Please just wear it—“

“No, Livie— I’m fine…” She insisted as she grunted and still kept dragging the two of them out.

However, Liv was right. Because of all the force Rhea had used back when she was freeing her and because of the smoke inhalation, Rhea was barely even taking a minute to breathe. She was only focusing on freeing Liv that she didn’t even care about herself in the first place. And now because she didn’t have any protection, she was inhaling more smoke. And that wasn’t a good sign.

Five more minutes had passed. Rhea and Liv were moments away from looking for an exit when the taller woman’s pace began to slow down.

“Rhea?” Liv turned to look at her in concern. “Rhea, what’s wrong?”

“I…” Rhea didn’t had time to process as she began to see her vision blurry. At that moment, she began to focus on trying to find her breathing after not being able to for a long time.

But she was too late.

She passed out.

“Rhea? RHEA!?” Liv fell down on the floor along with Rhea’ unconscious body. She began to panic immediately and tried to wake her up.

“Rhe Rhe wake up! I need you to wake up!” She shook Rhea's body, “Please! We can start over okay? We can but for that I need you to wake up!” Liv checked for a pulse but it was mild. She realized that Rhea wasn’t going to wake up and began to scream for help in hopes that someone would hear her.

“The fire squad is on the way in a minute.” Pearce announced, walking back to the group of superstars as he carried a clipboard with him while they stood away from the building. “Now, I want to make sure that we’re all here, okay? I know it’s been a while since we evacuated but we need to make sure that everyone’s here.”

“About time.” Damian scoffed through the crowd as everyone looked around while talking amongst themselves, all the while Adam kept verifying and double checking that everyone was there.

Suddenly, Raquel looked concerned as she looked around. Her eyes tried to scan through the crowd when realization dawned on her.

What she said next made everyone immediately pause what they were doing and turn to face her.

“Where’s Liv and Rhea?”

Everyone went silent as they all looked around. “Wait, Rhea, she was with us earlier…” Damian trailed off as he shared a look with Dom, Finn, Jimmy, Solo, Paul, and Roman. “… wasn’t she?”

“Yeah she was but—“ Finn paused mid sentence as he pondered. “We looked away for a second—“

“”A second?” Raquel blurted out. “What about Liv? Has anyone seen her? Anyone? Someone?”

“The last time I saw her she was heading to the bathroom to get herself ready before the fire started and—“ Indi also paused mid sentence before she realized. At that, everyone shared a look as they all froze.

“Liv is still inside.”

“No…”

“Fuck.”

“Can you get the paramedics and the fire squad to hurry up?!” Seth yelled at Pearce. “Someone is stuck in there, it’s been thirty minutes!”

“Seth, I am doing everything I can.” Pearce told him calmly. “The fire squad will be here any second and I will be in touch with the paramedics asap and—“

“Rhea.” Dom suddenly interrupted. “She was with us here a few minutes ago. She’s not here anymore, where is she?”

“Did someone see her go somewhere else?”

“Someone try calling her, quick.” Out of everyone in the group, Damian was the first to reach for his phone and call Rhea’s. He began to call her when suddenly, they heard the faint sound of a phone ringing from afar. Everyone began to look around for the source of the noise until Roman was the first to detect it. He saw a phone laying on the ground several feet away from the building. At that, he grew wary as he went up to grab it when the others noticed.

He picked the phone up and when he did, he realized whose phone this was as Damian was the one calling it.

It was Rhea’s.

“Uce?” Jimmy called out. “Uce, what’s that?”

Slowly, Roman turned and walked back to the group as he had Rhea’s phone in hand and showed it to them. At that, Damian hung up, looking at the phone, then at Roman as they shared a look. “She dropped her phone—“

“She’s inside, she went after Liv…” Raquel suddenly spoke, dread suddenly filling her as she ran a hand through her hair.

“What? Rhea going after Liv?”

“Come on Raquel, that’s impossible, she wouldn’t—“

“Yes, she fucking would, Jey!” Raquel snapped at the other Uso twin.

“If she went after Liv then that means—“ Zoey was cut off when they all suddenly saw Roman approach Pearce.

“Pearce, how long until they get here?”

“Roman, I need you to stay put and—“

“I don’t give a fuck, when are they getting here?”

“Look- guys, we don’t know for sure if Rhea just either left or if she actually went in.” Cody tried to be the voice of reason. At that, Roman turned to face him. “Let’s just all calm down and—“

“Cody, you realize that no one was watching Rhea the past thirty damn minutes since we left the building?”

“I understand Roman, but—“

“No one was watching her, no one. If she was leaving, she would’ve fucking told us. But like Raquel said, if Liv is stuck in the building, Rhea would’ve gone after her.”

“Oh no.” Becky mumbled, her and her husband sharing a look before they looked at the building. “Oh no, what was that lass thinking—“

“Fuck— Reigns is right.” Damian said as he paced around before he looked at Pearce. “Pearce- can’t you just fucking rush these paramedics?”

“Damian, I’ve done all I can. For now we need to wait and… hope for them to get out safely.”

“Well, I’m not.” Roman suddenly said before he began to walk away. At that, everyone grew alarmed.

“Roman, where are you going?!”

“Hey, HEY! Roman!”

“Uce, don’t do this—“ Jimmy tried to stop his cousin as he tried to grab his arm but Roman shoved it away. He ignored every attempt from everyone stopping him as he walked straight towards the building. Suddenly, from the group, Dom was the next to walk away after Damian tried to stop him as well.

“Roman, wait!” He called out as he caught up to him and made him pause, taking out two purple bandanas from his pocket as he gave one to him. “Wear this. I’m going in with you.”

Roman stared at him for a few seconds, then at the cloth that he held. Without any questions or comments, he simply took it. Both of them wearing the piece of cloths on the lower half of their faces before they barged inside the building.

“Rhea please…” Liv almost choked out, trying her best to wake Rhea up. Liv had dragged them both away from the fire and somewhere safe within the building where the fire still didn’t reach them. However, the smoke was still around the building, which didn’t help Rhea as she was unable to wake up. Liv couldn’t do much as she had only dragged the two of them across the floor due to her injured leg.

“I need you right now, Rhea. Please.” Tears fell from her eyes. “You can’t die on me. Please. Please.”

She sat with her injured leg stretched on the floor while she held Rhea’s head on her lap. Looking up, she yelled once again, clinging onto the last bit of hope that she had.

“Help! HELP! SOMEONE HELP US! PLEASE!”

“Liv?!” She suddenly heard a male voice, and she turned her head to see two figures rush towards them.

Dom and Roman.

“Guys— help—!” She cried out as she tried to sit up straight, but cried out in pain as her injured leg protested yet again.

When the two noticed that she protested in pain due to her leg as they got closer, they also noticed Rhea unconscious in her arms and froze right then and there.

“No…”

“I— she barely had a pulse right now— it-it’s faint...” Liv choked out as she desperately tried to explain. “She- she went here to find me, I tried to tell her to cover herself but she wouldn’t listen, I was stuck in a rubble, she took me out of it, she was barely even breathing even when she tried to get me out of her and—and—“

She was cut off when the two men immediately knelt down both in front of them, Roman checking for a pulse on Rhea while Dominik went to assist Liv as he helped her up. At one point, Roman also noticed that Rhea’s pulse was faint. Wasting no time, he immediately carried her in his arms as he looked at Dom and Liv.

“Let’s get out of here.”

The paramedics and fire squad had arrived by the time the four were out of the building. At the sight of Rhea unconscious and in Roman’s arms, Damian and Raquel were the first ones to rush towards them along with the paramedics with Finn, Jimmy, and Solo trailing behind them. The other superstars also paused what they were doing as they looked, and many of them were shocked by what they saw.

The paramedics immediately carried two stretchers, one for Liv, and the other for Rhea. They had Roman place Rhea on the stretcher while Liv had some assistance in being placed on hers.

“What happened?” Damian immediately asked as they followed the group. “Reigns, Dom, what the hell happene—“

“I feel a faint pulse, her airway could be clogged.” One of the paramedics called out as they were treating Rhea. “How long has she been inside the building?”

“T-twenty minutes.” Liv said.

“She’ll need to be rushed to the hospital, her airway is more than likely compromised due to the smoke inhalation.”

“What?!”

“Compromised—? Is she going to be alright—?“ Raquel tried to ask as they followed the paramedics to the ambulances.

“Ma’am, we don’t know yet, but we need to rush her to the hospital asap. If we waste another minute, she’ll die.”

This was loud enough for everyone to hear. They could only watch as the paramedics immediately made their last preparations to transport Liv and Rhea to the hospital before getting them inside the ambulances. Without a word, Roman decided to follow along with Rhea until one of the paramedics stopped him.

“Sir— what is your relation to her?”

Roman paused as he looked at the paramedic, not even noticing that everyone’s attention was set on him as they all watched.

Raquel, Dom, Finn, Jimmy, Solo, and Damian were the ones to approach beside Roman. “We’re her friends- if it’s possible if we can—“

“Yes, but only two people can go in with her, I’m afraid. There’s not enough space.”

“You guys can go, we’ll follow.” Dom told Roman and Raquel. At that, Raquel nodded as her and Roman got inside the ambulance along with Rhea before they all left.

Taglist:

@sassginaswanmills @riptideripley @eepyslut

#fanfic #angst #rhea ripley #Rhea ripley x Liv Morgan #roman reigns #dominik mysterio #damian priest #liv morgan #raquel rodriguez #shayna baszler #zoey stark #nia jax #jimmy uso #jey uso #solo sikoa #the judgment day #rhea ripley x roman reigns #the tribal chief #the bloodline

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

denji update-

its been rough especially today but since the evening he's been doing better. earlier today he had to go back to the ER cus he was throwing up but the ultrasound came back clear. after that we couldnt get him to show any interest in food whatsoever which the vet warned us is really concering, in such cases he wld need to go back in for iv fluids. he also couldnt lay down by himself.. eventually me n slimbo put him on the bed and after a long nap he was showing appetite again and ate some rice mixed w baby food <3

this is just really intense, i knew it would be & i was dreading it but nothing can rly prepare u to SEE your baby in such paralyzing pain. over something so preventable sigh. (for those who didnt see my post a few days ago my denji golden had to go in for emergency obstruction removal surgery after eating a ziploc bag, i deleted the post cus i didnt want it to start popping up on ppls recommended lol the tone was a little panicky.)

he nweeds someone constantly by his side rn its felt impossible for me to think about anything else the past 3 days. even tho he's slimbo's dog he secretly a mamas boy cus he keeps coming to me for cuddles.. i never talked about him much on this blog for a long time cus i was trying to conceal that me and slimbo r in love but denji feels like my dog too, just as much as pochita does.. he is so fucking other worldly sentient and intuitive we always have these psychic moments. i grew up w goldens so it feels fated to accidentally end up w another one..

my word what a stress. these first few days of recovery r super sketchy as there r a number of things which cld go wrong. absolutely destroying my stomach and my sleep e_e praying i can get some rest tonite now that he's eating and seems a little more relaxed. pochita is being a sweet sister but she really wants to play, she gets so bored without him. poor slimbo is so stressed i really hate when SLIMBO cries.. thats when u know its bad cus slimbo always the serious one. i think it'll b ok now. only a few more days until we're in the clear.

everything will be ok eventually....<3

[timaeusterrored]

(The Pool Boy)

((Remember that one post I made waaaaay back in the early days when everything was cool? Yeah well I’m finally writing it))

Kerry Eurodyne remembers a time when he would have been embarrassed by Ariel seeing the state of the villa after a long night. But now he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Both were used too it, just as much as Kerry was used to being shaken to make sure he was still alive and Ariel starting conversations way too early.

“Kerry! Up! Breakfast!” Ariel was two seconds from pouring water over the rocker if he wasn’t up in the next five seconds. Kerry knew the annoyance in his voice, this song and dance happened every morning.

The rocker followed the smell of food and winced at the bright lights, attempting to dim them but immediately got scolded by his cook. Claiming he ‘needed them.’ Kerry just figured he was in a bitchy mood today. Or maybe he himself was in the bitchy mood.

Ariel was talking a mile a minute while Kerry stared at his back and tried so hard to focus on what he was saying, but failed miserably. What on earth was this man on today?

“Kerry!”

The older man winced, putting his hands over his ears for a moment. Was Ariel’s voice always so loud? Or was Kerry just extremely hungover? When was the last time he was this hungover?

“Did you hear anything I just said?” If anyone saw them right now, Ariel could have been confused for a disgruntled lover not getting paid attention too.

“No, I didn’t. What the fuck did you say?” God he sounded awful. Ariel just rolled his eyes and put on a pot of tea.

“I said that we have a new guy coming in. He’s on the younger side so be nice. He’s gonna be helping Miguel out, with the pool or something. I dunno.”

“I’m always nice-“

“Remember that time I came in and you launched a bottle at my head at full force.”

“Hey now, that was only because you came in at fuckin five am while I was in the zone, that was your fault.”

Ariel flipped him off then placed a heavenly plate of food in front of him. Kerry ate slowly, trying to keep himself from throwing up, and any mention of the pool boy gone from his mind- Ker don’t call him a pool boy this is not a porno.

The thought made him laugh and Ariel looked up from his own food in confusion. Kerry stated once that Ariel could eat whatever he wanted, he cooked the food he should be allowed to enjoy it! And if he came in early enough, Miguel was welcome to join them too… Kerry needed to stop hiring only men. He wasn’t even attracted to either of them, it just happened.

Ariel forced Kerry to drink the tea and honey he had made him, stating with as renowned as Kerry was for his voice, he took absolutely awful care of it. If Ariel knew Kerry when he was in his early years, he’d know Kerry was a princess about his voice. Now his chrome did most of the work and Kerry stopped caring as much. At this rate, Kerry was going to sing himself into the grave.

After breakfast was said and done and Kerry decided to be somewhat human today and take a shower, he wondered about the new hire. Honestly he wondered if he had been told at all, or had just not been listening when it came up. Either way, he trusted his gardener to not hire some complete clown.

What he wasn’t expecting was a complete piece of Night City beauty standing by his pool, talking to Miguel. He was tall, built like a fucking merc, and had gorgeous red hair Kerry wanted to grab. Oh and he also didn’t look a day past at least 26. And Kerry wasn’t sure if he had reached that level of his celebrity meltdown yet of dating a guy that young.

“Absolutely not, Kerry Eurodyne.” The voice behind him made him jump out of his skin. He needed a fucking bell on Ariel at this point, who was packed and ready to go to the store to restock Kerry’s fridge. “That kid is like 28 and way not prepared to deal with you.”

“Deal with me?” Kerry asked, offended now.

“You know exactly what I mean, Ker. Don’t fuck your pool boy, that’s just pathetic.” Ariel wasn’t wrong… but fuck.

Over the next few weeks, Kerry had for the most part, stayed out of the kid’s way. He learned his name was V, when Kerry asked Miguel if that was it, he was told that’s all the pool boy told anyone. He was from Heywood, his dad was apparently a ripperdoc in the city, and he liked boxing. Pretty basic if you asked Kerry.

But the weird part was that no one had seen him actually get into the pool. He somehow managed to avoid doing it every single time he was there, doing his work from the sidelines. He did a damn good job of it too, they were just impressed he could do it.

He was normally in and out, doing his job quickly and quietly to a point that Kerry honestly kinda forgot about him… until one morning.

Kerry had been on another work binge, up all night writing and composing, when he just happened to still be up when V’s car rolled up. It was a hunk of junk and Kerry noted he needed to look at his pay. Pretty boy like that deserved better than a junk car.

It was way too early for any normal human being to be up and at em, but Kerry supposed he was awake too. Maybe it was high time for and introduction. Kerry forgot he actually had to introduce himself to people.

He walked out of the villa once he had put some more presentable clothes on, a cup of coffee warming his hands as the door slid shut behind him. The pool boy was hard at work, doing… whatever it was he did with the pool. Kerry actually had never taken care of this thing on his own… had his fame really made him this lazy.

“Bit early for a swim, ain’t it?” That was his opener? Dear god he was rusty. Alright, Ker, put on the charm.

The man turned his head over his shoulder in confusion, then his eyes widened. Kerry heard him swear before he stood up, drying his hands on a pair of cargo pants. Seriously what was this dude’s deal? How do you work on a pool and not get in?

“Shit I’m sorry, hope I didn’t wake you up- uh, Mr. Eurodyne?” He said it like a question, like he was testing what Kerry preferred to be called.

“Kerrys fine, kid. And I wasn’t sleeping, so you’re fine on that front… never answered my question though. The hell are you doing here at 5:30 in the morning?”

Fuck what was this dude’s name? Z? Van? V! That was it. V looked perplexed, hands in his pockets as he examined Kerry for a moment.

“I’m always here early. I don’t wanna be in anyone’s way so I come and get my job done and then leave.”

It was kinda impossible to bother anyone with a face like that but okay. And also normally Kerry for the most part alone, unless Ariel was worried about him or Miguel needed extra hours, in which he just sat down with Ker and Ariel and had lunch or something. But this kid? Bothering them? Unlikely.

“And do what the rest of the day?”

V shrugged. “Help my mom out at her bar, or my dad in his clinic. Or Y’know, hide bodies.” Oh he thought he was funny did he?

“Oh are you good at that? I actually have some in the bathroom I needed help moving.” Kerry shot back, earning a small laugh from the pool boy.

“I Uh… I should probably get out of your hair soon, don’t wanna-“

“You want a cup of coffee?” Kerry cut him off. Clearly this kid had some deep rooted issues and Kerry was too tired to ask why he felt like he was bothering him. So here they were.

“Uh… sure.” V’s voice was quiet, but Kerry didn’t miss his small smile as he was lead inside. He wouldn’t fuck his pool boy…

Not yet.

#pool boy au #can’t believe I just typed that #cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #kerry #cyberpunk v #male v #male v cyberpunk #vax eurodyne #kerry x v #kerry eurodyne x v #kerry x male v #kerry eurodyne x male v #cyberpunk Kerry x v #v x kerry #male v x kerry #cyberpunk v x Kerry #EuroV #otp: supernova

[gh0stlyfixation]

Can you write how Elijah and reader have a dom relationship. There both dating and they both love the life style but they accidentally get pregnant and Elijah has to remember that she doesn’t always mean to be bratty and rude because her emotions are now out of wack so he has to control himself and be there for reader.

I’ve been really into writing bullet point stuff and I hope this is what you wanted💕

Warnings: not really any. Dom!elijah and a sub!reader but like it’s nothing but fluff and sweet Elijah.

When Elijah got you pregnant your emotions definitely changed.

He had to be extra aware when you purposely made him mad with your brattiness and when you were unintentionally doing it due to emotions.

He was good at reading your emotions, whether you wanted the dom Elijah or needed the sweet Elijah.

Like right now.

A new thing came up today, you wouldn’t eat. It’s not that you were trying to starve yourself, you just threw everything up so what’s the point on eating.

“Have you ate today? You’re pushing your food around.” Elijah stated

“No.” You replied shortly.

“Why not?” He groaned, getting ready to decide whether or not you were doing it on purpose.

“Because everything I eat I throw back up and I’m fucking tired of it!” You explode.

Not purposely.

Elijah took a minute to let you get your breathing back in normal rhythm but it didn’t happen.

“I’m so tired Elijah. I’m so hungry and everything I smell or eat or look at, I vomit.” You cried.

You needed sweet Elijah and he was there in a second holding onto you. He placed you in his lap and laid your head on his shoulder as he softly stroke your hair just the way you liked it when you were upset.

“We’ll get this fixed, baby. We’ll see your doctor tomorrow, maybe get you some medicine?” He said softly while you quietly sob into his shoulder. You nodded at his response.

“I’m sorry Lijah.” You said with a pitiful expression. You gave him your biggest puppy eyes when you looked at him. He couldn’t help but smile. He wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

“No need baby. I know when you mean it and when you don’t. I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” You replied.

#elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson #the originals #the originals imagine #elijah x y/n #elijah x reader #elijah mikealson imagine #elijah mikaelson imagines #elijah mikaelson smut #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson #kol mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #kol mikaelson imagine #rebekah mikaelson imagine

[antiwhores]

I really loved ur short story ‘Bakugou’s game’ I would love to see a part 2 of it. Maybe a few months later or something reader is trying to get over bakugou and is really cold to him when he tries to fix their relationship and he sees her at a party with a date and he gets super jealous and possessive after seeing them together. Which leads to make up sex and hopefully reader giving bakugou a chance to make it up to her. Or be totally angsty and make reader pull a uno reverse of him.

Bakugou’s Game: Part 2.

Requested by: @jasmixs @ooftrain-12 @tsukikoxo @coffeeginie

Part one: https://antiwhores.tumblr.com/post/693877274172440576/bakugous-game

Sorry this shit took so long frfr. Ive been SO busy lately to the point its actually insane. Havent had time to even write a sliver of this. Yall probably lost interest but ill post it anyone out of respect for the og request

Warnings: Jealousy, minor violence (reader slaps bakugou again LOL L bozo), rough sex, creampie, happy ending and shit, make up sex, NOT EDITED - BARE WITH ME HERE.

Bakugou was misreable without you, the break up eats him away until he forced himself to go out to speak to you.

Bakugou never understood the idea of someone being so sorrowful about a break up that they forget their pride and beg for the person back. That is, until now. He’s starting to understand why people take break ups so badly. Cause he’s taking it badly.

Everyday is a new thing to notice. Everyday is a new thing he didn’t even know he was used to after dating you so long gone.

When he came home to his apartment you weren’t there to welcome him. When he walked past the bathroom you wernt there to sing horrible on purpose in the shower to annoy him. When he ate at the table you wernt there to tell him about your day in an exaggerated tone. When he sat down on the bed without changing you wernt there to yell at him for his outside clothes touching the clean mattress. When he spiced his food to hot you wernt there to dramatically cough and pretend to fall over. When he woke up in the middle of the night you weren’t there to tell him to “close them damn eyes again”.

Everything was different. He hasn’t moved a single bit of his furniture yet the house changed drastically.

He started to lack on his chores, throwing himself into his hero work. He exhausted his body to the point of throwing up. That and the combination of the lack of sleep and the lack of rest.

He had nightmares of how he acted. It would usually play out with you doing what he did to you. It was insufferable. Every single thing in his dream was something that he’s done before.

He looked down at his phone with his newly founder insomniac eyes.

Doll, Im so sorry. It will NEVER happen again. Im a fucking idiot and I’d do anything to make it up to you. Please just respond back.

Read 34 days ago

Y/n, I see you reading my texts. Just please let me apologize.

Read 33 days ago

Do you still want that car? I know you told me to not buy it but I’ll order it without a second thought if you talk to me. Please.

Read 32 days ago

Okay, Im sorry about the car thing. That was weird. I don’t think you’re a prize to be won with money. I just want you back.

Seen 31 days ago

Stopping by your house today, I need to see you.

Seen 29 days ago

Im sorry. I can’t loose you y/n. I cant.

Seen 27 days ago

My mom is so mad at me. I dont blame her, loosing you is like loosing half of my heart.

Seen 25 days ago

Its been so long since I’ve lived without you I dont know how to do its

Seen 23 days ago

Please love me again.

Seen 22 days ago

I know you see these. Do you enjoy seeing me like this?

Seen 19 days ago

I love you.

Seen 16 days ago

No other person will ever count to me. That stupid bitch at the bar is nothing compared to you. None of them are.

Seen 15 days ago

I left a letter under your mattress. Please read it.

Seen 12 days ago

Coming to your house tomorrow, I really need to see you. I’ll do anything.

Seen 9 days ago

The notes still here, you really break my heart. You know that?

Seen 8 days ago.

I still love you.

Seen 5 days ago

Ill fucking never look at another girl again. Swear.

Seen 4 days ago

I love you even more today

Seen 2 days ago

Whenever you’re ready.

Sent just now.

It was true, you read every single text. You read them almost 10 times over. You weren’t ready to respond.

At first, Bakugou’s texts confused you. This was against his pride. He would never suck up to you like this. So you laid it down to drunk, sad, sleepy, and/or desperate texts. It wasn’t his character so naturally you went looking for answers.

The last month has been terrible for you too. You were staying at your bestfriends house, who was GLAD to have you.

You avoided everything that mentioned him. News, certain social media platforms, public areas, etc. if it wasnt for your friend, you wouldve never gone out.

After that last text he stopped reaching out for the coming months. Things were peaceful, you were okay.

You hadn’t gone back to any club/parties since the incident. But your friend, being a party person, forced you out to a nearby club. They also made you agree to going with this guy, whatever his name was, to have a little blind date. Your friend figured it’d been a couple months and you needed to touch some bitches. You were against it, still getting over Bakugou, but they used the favor you owed them to seal the deal.

So now you found yourself at the club, chatting with a guy at one of the booths. He was actually tolerable, not your type romantically, but someone you’d be friends with. You supposed that the first step to a relationship was being friends so you continued to persue.

He was rather handsome too, not godly handsome like your ex- you needed to stop doing that. Comparing everyone to Bakugou is whats gonna make you single for life. Bakugou was not an easy man to pass.

You laughed at his joke as he continued to tell it. “Yeah man, she was crazy! She ended up calling my mom and telling her that I had set the house on fire! My mom was worried to death! Then she hit me after she found out the house was okay like I told her!”

You shook your head, “Exes man, I swear!” He leaned down towards you, “You got any exes that make you want to start a war?” You immediately nodded, “My last ex was a handful.” “Did he tell your mom you set the house on fire too?” You laughed, “Nahh, thatd be so much easier to manage. My ex, well, he-“

Prying red eyes watched you from the corner of the room. Bakugou didn’t even wanna come to this club tonight. He was, like you, forced to come out of pity of his friends. To think he could’ve missed the chance to see you and this guy flirting and laughing together.

It could be a close friend, maybe a relative, he didnt know. He wasnt close enough to make oht a single word. There was some part of him that aas glad for that nad another part that was incredibly annoyed.

No matter who it was, Bakugou’s hands started to smoke up. His teeth gritted hard against eachother. While he was moaping and suffering you were over here on what looks like a date?

It took everything in him to not just stomp over there and drag you away from the piece of shit. He was glad he hadn’t enough alcohol in him to follow those urges… to a degree.

So he waited. He waited for an opportunity. And he sure as hell got one.

“Oh!” You gasp at the ringing of your phone. You tilt the screen towards you before looking back up at your date with apologetic eyes. “Sorry, I absolutely need to take this!” He laugh, “its okay!” His back cracks when he lifts his arms to stretch. “I needa go to the restroom anyway!”

You smiled that smile that he loved. The smile that should only be directed at him. Not at some random guy you just met.

He stalked carefully behind the guy until he was walking into the back hallway with him. The guy barely had a chance to comprehend a single thought before he was slammed up against the wall with his shirt fisted by the blonde.

The man looked startled and freightened. Who wouldnt be? Bakugou’s stare was one to rival Medusa’s. He felt frozen by the pure hatred glazed over.

“What the hell are you doing with y/n.” The sentence came out between his teeth. The man put his hands up defensively, “Aye man, we’re just on a blind date!”

Bakugou’s palms sparkled threateningly, “Im gonna give yoh one chance,” He leaned down to be exactly in the guys face, “Fuck. Off.”

That was all the guy needed before he was out of the door and on his way home. An immediate wave of relief washed over him at the thought of the date finally ending. The positive emotions quickly disappeared at the sound of a famiiar voice, his favorite voice. “Seriously?”

He snapped his head over to look at you. You were even more heavenly up close, just as he remmebered but better. Your arms were folded and you looked at him with such disapproval that he wanted to immediately crawl to his knees and apologize.

“We’re not even fucking dating anymore. You just chased off my date.” He winced, “Fuck.” You scoffed at his curse to whomever. “I should be saying that not you. Leave me alone, asshat.”

Before he could stop himself he had grabbed your arm and pulled you into the closest vacant guest room. He pinned you against the doorway. You were wide eyed and your mouth slightly open. It had happened in an instant, so fast your brain was still trying to comprehend him grabbing your wrist.

Bakugou bit his lip so hard you thought it would bleed. He didn’t know were to start. This day had been rehearsed in his mind over and over again. Yet the words, the speeches, and the numerous i love you’s were gone.

“Im sorry.” Was all he could get out. Your eyebrows furrowed when he mumbled the words. He snaked his hand around your waist as he whispered in your ear. “Im sorry. Im sorry, swear on it y/n. Talk to me again. I miss you. I’m sorry.”

His head dove into your neck, kissing and sucking on every sensitive spot he gained access too. You didnt even have time to gasp before his thigh pried both your legs open. He grinded the muscle against you.

It took everything in your being to not just give in and let him pleasure you. The resolve in your head, the one that told you that him acting like this is conmmunication is what ended the relationship in the first place, slapped the hell out of you though.

His face broke as you roughly pushed him away. He whimpered while trying to trail his hands on his belt to unbuckle it.

The skin of your palm met his face quickly. He completely stopped this time. The sound of the slap reverbing in his head along with the sting. Not just the sting of the slap, but the sting of knowing he fucked up again.

“Have you learnt anything?!” You yelled, tears brimming in your eyes. “This is the reason we broke up! You can’t resolve everything with sex!” You jammed your finger into his chest, “Start thinking with your head instead of your dick! After all this time, I thought you changed. Im so ignorant.”

You turned to leave out the door. Bakugou saw everything flash before his eyes. He saw the relationship you and him had before. He saw the relationship you could have now. And he saw the relationship that fucked up and now has fucked up his life.

“I dont know HOW!” He didn’t mean to yell, really. But something just snapped in him. You stopped to listen so he continued. “I’ve spent the last several weeks missing you. I never even realized how much I fucking… damn it!”

The knot in his throat was getting tighter. You hadn’t turned around yet. “But I just dont know how…” His voice broke halfway through the sentence. He wrapped his arms around you. You felt no lustful intent, only the desire to hold his #1. “I only know how to show my love through fucking. I can be more open! I just dont know how!”

He started to shake, squeezing you even tighter. After a long while, you finally spoke.

“Then I’ll teach you how.” He looks up in bewilderment, is this you forgiving him? In one swift movement you pushed yourself towards him. You grabbed his worried face, tilting him up to look you in the eyes. He was panicked, a panick you’ve only seen a few times since knowing him. “But for now, tell me how you feel in the ways you understand.”

He seemed confused when your hands encircled around his belt and snagged it off. “What? Wait-“ you cut him off with a hefty palm on his clothed cock. His breath caught into his throat. He barely chocked back the moan that you attempted to tear from him as you dove your hands under his pants. He was puzzled, yet his arousal and the feels of your hands encircle around his throbbing cock hypnotized him.

Instinctively, he reached between your legs to rub you in return. He whined when your hand gently pulled his away. “I’m okay, you just focus.”

Easy for you to say, he thought, or atleast tried to. It wasn’t easy to focus on the situation when you began to pull his cock out and rub it against your entrance. It felt too good. It had been too long. Too long having to rub himself out to a picture of you. The real deal felt euphoric.

His hips bucked into yours, starting at a brutal pace. He picked up your legs to give himself more range. The sounds of skin on skin were loud, not as loud as the combined sound of the moans and groans you both chocked out, but loud.

He tilted his head back, his whole chest was flushed a deep red. He cursed into your neck where he had begun to lick and suck. “Damn it, I-I missed you.” Your whole body tensed when he angled himself to hit that spot deep inside of you. It was your turn to curse.

“I just- these past couple of weeks- nghhh… ive been- I cant live without you alright!” His thrusts picked up, “I regret everything I have ever done to make you upset- hhhnnm…”

Tears well up in your eyes when you start to reach your orgasm. You weren’t gonna last long either. Like him, the sensation was a lot after being away from eachother so long. He had forgotten his strength as he thrusted into you so hard you wouldn’t doubt if angry bruises were already forming.

“Katsuki… I love you,” You whined desperately. He started to unwind, tensing and untenseing, when you came around his cock while moans spilled through your mouth. It almost hurt how stong the orgasm was. Almost.

He bite into his lips so hard it began to draw blood. “Fuck, I love you too y/n! So fucking much!” With that he exploded inside you. His hot seed painted your walls without missing a single spot.

He slowly lifts you down to your feet, only to stabalize you when your knees buckle. He wrapped his arms around you, “I fucking missed you.” You breathed in deeply when he kissed at your temple, “I missed you too Katsuki.”

[innytoes]

let's throw a curve ball (is that the right metaphor? I know nothing) 21 and/or 16 for the Caleb/WD* au

*Willie's Dad ;P

How do I even explain this AU? Well, Yeo wrote in some fic or tags something about Caleb being Willie's stepdad and it spiraled from there.

Today had been awesome. He had spent the morning skating around town, landing some sick tricks, and then he and Alex had a date. They'd gone to a cute little cafe and a music store and gotten ice cream together and talked and talked and kissed for hours.

So yeah, Willie had an excellent day.

Until he came home and found his dad making out with his dance teacher in the kitchen. Like, full on making out, with tongues and teeth and rucked up shirts and in the kitchen where Willie made his sandwiches.

"What the fuck?" he blurted out, because seriously, what the fuck?

"Willie!" Dad said, and gross, his lips are all shiny and his face is all flushed. "Okay, so, I can explain..."

"IN THE KITCHEN?" Willie shouted instead, because well. He knew his dad wasn't straight. And had recently started dating again. Though could he have found anyone else to date besides his dance teacher? "With my dance teacher? Really dad? You couldn't just go on the apps like a normal person?"

"Well actually," Caleb started, and Willie decided he really didn't want to hear the rest of that story. And Caleb wasn't his teacher here, so Willie didn't have to listen to him. So he covered his ears and shouted 'ew ew ew' all the way to his room.

He hid under the covers, trying to wrap his head around this. He pulled Lancelot close, burying his face in the plush dragon's soft stomach.

He'd told dad he was fine with him dating. And he was. But why did it have to be his teacher? What if they broke up and Willie had to switch dance schools? Or worse, what if they stayed together and Willie still had to switch because of bias or something? Those classes were cut-throat sometimes, and he could see the dance moms out for blood if Willie got a part they wanted their kid to have and they found out Caleb was dating Willie's dad.

Because it wasn't like he disliked Caleb, or anything. Sure, he was a little extra sometimes, but that's part of what made class fun. And he never got weird about gender stuff, all parts were cast based only on talent. The dress code was lax, and the rules weren't so stifling they made dancing un-fun, unlike some of the other studios Willie had tried.

Also Caleb was just really cool and accepting. And funny, in a snarky way. And he never let anyone get away with any kind of bullying. And when Willie was having trouble with a certain part of the routine, he let Willie stay after class and worked with him on it.

So okay, maybe Willie understood those were all things that could be nice for a boyfriend to have. Alex was also cool, and funny, and kind, and principled. But still... the kitchen. Where they ate.

There was a knock on the door, and Willie grumbled out a 'whaaat'. Because he wasn't actually mad at his dad or anything.

"I brought you Oreos as a peace offering," his dad said, sticking his head through the door.

Willie sat up, pouting. "You may enter," he allowed, making grabby hands. He had no idea where Dad had hid those from him, because usually Oreos didn't last in this house.

Dad sat on the bed with him, forking over the goods. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Caleb sooner," he said, as soon as Willie's face was stuffed with cookies so he couldn't talk back. His dad was a wily one. "We really wanted to make sure we had something before we told you."

"Do you?" Willie asked.

The way his dad's face turned shy and happy at the same time said everything Willie needed to know. "I think so. I really like him, Willie."

"Uh yeah, I could tell," Willie said, because while he was happy for his dad, he did Not Want To See That. The shy smile turned into an embarrassed grimace. "Two rules. One: no matter what happens, you won't make me switch dance classes, and Caleb won't be weird about it."

"I promise," Dad said, holding out his pinkie. Willie hooked his pinkie around it, and they shook on it. "What about the second rule?"

"No sex in the kitchen!" Willie said. "Or any of the shared living spaces! No sex on the couch, or in the garden, or on the stair case, or wherever else you two want to get nasty."

His dad sighed, but held his pinkie out again. Only when he promised that did Willie deign to share his Oreos.

#julie and the phantoms #willie throckmorton #fanfic #willie's dadxcaleb #I wrote a thing #listen they already knew each other and probably flirted a bit #and then they saw each other on grindr and welllll #caleb 100% does not change a single thing about how he treats Willie in dance class #so much so that everyone thinks Willie's stepdad is just some other dude named Caleb #not their dance teacher #Caleb thinks this is absolutely hilarious and will 100% talk about WD's OTHER MAN #queue Willie being like: SORRY I'M LATE CALEB MY STEP DAD WAS SUPPOSED TO DRIVE ME BUT HE LEFT WITHOUT ME #Caleb's like: what a horrible man just leaving you like that (you were 15 minutes late you little shit)

[sleepsleepnotwoke]

April 15.

6:30 : I woke up. Liv was having bad dreams. I had 2 coffees and got dressed while consoling her. I didn't wanna go to work. I grabbed leftover dinner from the fridge, switched my insoles from my rubber adidas to my cheap jordan work shoes, grabbed my backpack and tool bag and went out to my car.

8:00 : I showed up at the office. Its liv's exam week so she doesnt need a lift to school cause theyre all online. I'm always early. Today my drive took me about 10 minutes. I left late and everything. Mondays I go to the office, most other days I just show up where I'm needed. B***** the office lady is taking some time off (I guess), and as usual I show up before the boss. I clock in and clean some old cardboard and garbage from the warehouse. I have a chat with L***, the architect. He tells me about some DJ software he uses and tells me he ran a DJ company for weddings and graduation parties for 26 years. Every time we chat he always reveals something cool like that. After a bit I go out to the front room of the office and hang out with Z**, S*** and N*****. J**** is late, as usual. After a while chatting like that, I check my phone and realize I had a call from my dad (who is also my manager). He says there's a couple of things to do around some properties out in A**********. I like those properties cause nobody is really out there except for R****, the super of the property. He's nice enough but he always talks about stupid shit and doesn't listen back. That's one thing, he's old so I kinda expect that. But if he catches you out by his properties he'll give you all kinds of work that's his responsibility but he doesn't want to do. Luckily, I avoid him as I pull into Building A.

10:00 : Unit 302 has some pretty bad water damage. I throw on the new Super Eyepatch Wolf video to listen to while I work. Above the window is a huge sheet of drywall, heavy, warped, and half fallen out of place. I start by trying to slice it up. I saw and saw and saw with my utility knife. I make a cut about 2 inches into the sheet. No dice. I decide hitting chunks off with my hammer would probably work better. I give it a hard whack and make nothing more than a small dent. Awesome. It looks like the repeated wetting and drying have turned the naturally flaky, wafery drywall to what is equivalent to a solid piece of cement. At this point, my grade 11 and 12 auto shop teacher's words ring in my head. "There are surgeons, and there are butchers. You should aim to be a surgeon, but butchers exist for a reason." I start tearing down the sheet with my hands, careful not to disturb the L-bracket that holds the bad piece of drywall to good ones around the window. From the ceiling falls several dead wasp nests and what appears to be a birds nest. No critters in there. Lucky me. I pack up the debris I've made and toss it in one of the garbage bins around the property.

11:30 : this is why I like a********** properties. Nobody ever does anything around here. At the end of my last little bit of work, I cleaned up the hole I made with my knife. With that solid drywall, my blade broke off like I was trying to carve the hole out of a lemon wafer stick. I just spent the last 20 minutes fucking around, trying to find a new blade. Nobody breathing down my neck or telling me to get back to work. It's kinda nice. Once that's done, I remember I was told to help out cleaning up the properties. Normally what that entails is moving garbage people are too lazy to throw in the garbage bin from the side of the bin to the inside of the bin. At the main hub I go to at this property, the bins are overflowing with junk and there are 4 twin sized box springs, 2 couches and several bags of garbage to the side. Hm. Down the line of houses and apartment buildings on the street, lots of bins that are much emptier. Guess I'm doing some hauling.

11:54 : I've scoped out some empty bins, and I've thrown some couches and shelves into them. I never ate breakfast, so I eat lunch. Today, I will be eating leftovers, a luxury I don't normally have. Normally, I'd eat at Wendy's, A&W, or grab something from the hotplate at the Foodland around the corner. But today I'm eating the Thai chili chicken on fluffy jasmine rice I made yesterday. Saving money never tasted sooooo good. At this point I'm listening to a video from one of my favourite channels, ANIKI, about the history of the yakuza from the 17th century to today. I grab a seat in my car, roll the windows down a crack because it's getting hot out (finally) and chow down.

12:05 : I finish lunch. During lunch, I think about how my car really needs an oil change, and how sometimes the "check coolant" light pops on. With the weather changing, I understand the latter and that doesn't worry me. The former? A little more pressing. There's one mechanic I trust in town. It's hours are the exact same as my work hours. I use my car for work so I can't just drop it off and pick it up at the end of the day. And one of those "half hour oil and tire change" places? Forget it. My mom got one of those a month ago and she's had nothing but trouble with her car since, from them explaining she needs a new fly wheel which she didn't pay for, to a transmission fluid flush that she did pay for, which immediately sprang a leak, stopped working, and needed to be repaired at the garage I trust that I mentioned earlier. I can change oil no problem, I just don't know where to dispose of the old oil. Maybe I should just lean into being scummy and throw it in the lake or just let it drain into some Tupperware and throw them into public trash cans. Much to consider. Much to stress over, more like. But for now, I'm back to slugging around old dirty wet couches and beds. I would ask myself why I don't get a desk job doing data entry and sending emails, but I know I'd be just as whiny and complainy there as I am here. At least here I get some exercise and some sun and a decent wage. My town isn't exactly a hub for business, but this is where I live so I take what gets doled out to me. There's a real meth problem in my city. Everywhere you go, you see people pushing shopping carts full of jumper cables, old shoes missing matches, and pounds upon pounds of sweets, eyes bugged out of their heads, screaming at people, twitching and itching all over. I've been having a nagging thought over the past couple of months that, while that seems less than optimal, I'm kinda at my breaking point. Should I just give up on regular society and run with that society? Or should I finally do what I've been thinking about since I was 15 and just kill myself. I know everyone says life gets better as you get older but I found that hard to believe back then, and I still do today. For now, I haul garbage.

2:49 : moved around as much junk as I could. There's still a couple of couches and a huge mattress by one of the bins but they don't fit in my car and the next empty bin to the one they're next to is about a kilometer away. I still have an hour left at work today so I may drag them over. I may not. Who's to say. I may just hang out. That's the beauty of working at the farthest property from the office. Nobody's gonna say anything! Since I last logged my stuff here, I went out to the D*** road property. It's a lazy Monday, I'm done all my make readys for my move ins next month so I'm not stressed, and I just cleaned up some garbage there. There's a lot less to do over there. One box spring, a couple cardboard boxes, and an old bathtub. All tossed in a bin. I caught one of the cleaners out there and we talked. I'm bad with names, so I can't put it here, even in a redacted form. She's nice though. We just talked about how expensive shit is getting, and how much of a dickhead our boss is. He drives a ferrari. He's a landlord. He's kinda a local villain. He sent me and everyone I work with an email to explain that we wouldn't be able to get in touch with him cause he's skiing in the north pole right now because business is so bad because hamas terrorists killed a bunch of innocent colonizers on the other side of the planet. OK man. I've worked here since the beginning of January and I still haven't seen him. And this is his second vacation of the year. Last was at the south pole. Thoughts and prayers dude, I hope you can crank up rent even higher soon 🙏. During my chat with the cleaning lady my bestie sent me some pics. During high school we were super tight, but their parents moved to Nova Scotia on our last day of grade 11 and they've lived there ever since. But just yesterday they touched down in Alberta for a summer job out in the mountains at some kind of resort. Included in some of the pics they sent me was a trailer park at the foot of some mountains. Doesn't that just seem beautiful? I'm not a man of excess, I'm very very easy to please, I think I could do well in a cheap double-wide with a view. I think I could convince Liv to get out there with me. She's in school right now so it would probably take a year or two. But I've talked about moving all over (even to alberta) so many times this is all just another pipe dream. That being said, best of luck to the homie Llewellyn and all of their future alberta endeavors.

4:00 : leaving work. Didn't do any more cleaning. Just sat around.

4:26 : just got home. Liv stayed home to study for her exams. But she cooked me some Ramen and hot dogs that were ready when i got home. Thank you Liv ❤️. She's watching a YouTube video where some Korean guys bite things in a kitchen, and some of the things they bite may be cake. It's a beautiful warm day out so I put down my tools and stripped butt naked, sat down on the couch, and dug into my food. I think I'm going to play some pokemon quarantine crystal on my phone.

4:54 : changed my mind and changed the TV to something we can watch together. Literally since I made that last entry to now I've been looking for a movie to watch. I settled on hereditary. It took me half an hour to find a movie. I think there's something wrong with my brain

5:15 : Liv wanted to paint so I'm here on da toilet thinking of things to paint

6:29 : I painted a face. I always paint faces. This one came out ugly. That's ok cause plenty of people have ugly faces. I feel ugly so I wanted to make something kinda ugly. I had a beer and now I'm laying in bed. I never nap but I feel like I want one right now. I asked Liv to wake me up in 20 but idk if I'll actually fall asleep at all. Guess we'll see.

6:34 : instagram was always fucking dumb but now it feels extra extra dumb.

8:29 : Liv came in to "wake me up" (I didn't sleep) but she climbed into bed and we held eachother and we had sex. We left bed, she continued painting and I played some Persona 4, which I haven't played in a bit. Good news everyone: Yukiko Amagi is safe!! Me and Liv are going out to get Boba now. Liv's painting is really pretty. A long time ago she painted one really similar to what she's painting now, so this one is kinda an update. A psychedelic bust of a headless pink and yellow lady on a royal blue background. She says she's gonna have flowers busting out of a crack in her chest and her head hole. I can't wait to see how it turns out.

10:04 : it's the end of the day. I took my garbage out and passed my downstairs neighbors in the hall. We said hi. Paper recycling today. I've been slacking on that one. I don't care about recycling, it's just that it tears the regular garbage bags so it's easier to put it in a bin. So it's all outside now. I took a quick shower. I didn't wash my hair because I don't like the way it looks after it's been washed, all poofy and round. I blew my nose in my hand and it was still black from the dust in the unit with the warped drywall. A symbol of a hard day's work. Well, maybe not that hard. Either way, I'm in bed right now. Liv is calling her mom. They're tight. When she hangs up, we'll probably watch some simpsons or seinfeld and fall asleep hugging eachother all soft and warm uwu

[multiversefanfics]

Bucky x Reader the reader finds out she’s pregnant and tells Sam before she tells Bucky because she’s afraid of how he will react because they aren’t together

Friends With Benefits

A/N: Ooooh I like this!! I hope you like this

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mention of unprotected sex, cussing, i think that’s it

You and Bucky were casual sex partners, friends with benefits which you preferred to say when your friends asked what you two were. There were no feelings, just sex and you liked it that way, Bucky didn’t seem to mind it either, it was his idea after all. At first you didn’t think anything of it, it was usually after missions when he needed to let out some frustration, or the occasional 3am “you up?” text you would get when he was horny, but for some reason the sex became more and more frequent, he was stay in your bed afterwards and cuddle, that wasn’t what you two agreed on but you admit it was nice to be held after being fucked to completion. You felt as though Bucky was catching feelings and that wouldn’t be a bad thing, but he was the one that said he didn’t want a relationship, he strictly wanted sex, everything that was brought up that you agreed to was made by him. Bucky was very clear, he’d come in your room, you two would do what he came there to do then he would leave, he wasn’t supposed to sleep over, he wasn’t supposed to cuddle you after, he said he would clean up any mess that was made but all the cute, romantic shit he wasn’t supposed to do, he said it was to protect you and not give you hopes of there being anything more. You were okay with that, it sounds bad, but it was to protect both of you and your friendship also your friendship with your mutual friends. Although they all knew about it a couple of them were afraid it would ruin the dynamic between everyone, so far that hasn’t happened, well not yet anyway. As many knew Bucky was a cold, distant man, he didn’t get close to many people but when he did he trusted you with his life, you were the first person Bucky kissed in years, it was when the team was playing truth or dare and there was just something about that kiss that made Bucky want to touch you everywhere, he wanted you all to himself without the dread of a relationship, it wasn’t because Bucky didn’t like you, he did a lot he just didn’t want you getting hurt he valued you so much he didn’t want anyone that wanted to hurt him hurt you, being an Avenger and all. Some say you two are perfect for each other but you don’t see it, Bucky isn’t going to stay in your life for long he likes to move around, but a little something changes that for the both of you.

You’ve been sick every morning for the past 3 days, vomiting, stomach cramps, just all around a bad time. It hit you in the afternoon and evening sometimes but it wasn’t constant, it woke you up one of those days, you couldn’t even have the energy to satisfy Bucky which is explains why he hasn’t asked for anything lately but he has checked in on you to make sure you were okay, making sure you ate, hydrated you know normal nice friend things. You felt bad because you knew Bucky was horny the one night he came into your room, he was wearing nothing but a robe and you could see his erect member pressed against the robe when he came into your bathroom to find you on the floor, leaning against the toilet. He tried his best to help you, holding your hair back, rubbing your back, placing a cool wash rag on the back of your neck but nothing worked, he then picked you up and took you back to your bed placing a trash can beside it so you could throw up in, he was going to stay but you told him to leave so he didn’t have to see and you wouldn’t feel embarrassed, ever since that night Bucky has been checking up on you periodically giving you water, soup he would help you shower when you needed it. Today you’re feeling better you beat the bug and now you’re ready to enjoy your outing with Sam and Nat you were supposed to go out last week but with you being sick there was no way. You hurried and got dressed meeting them in the living room, although the nausea stopped you still had stomach cramps so you assumed your period was coming no big deal, just then a wave of nausea washed over you, you ran to the bathroom throwing up everything you had in your stomach. You went to check your period app to see when it’s supposed to show up so you can prepare and that’s when you saw, you were 3 weeks late, you froze in your spot as Sam and Nat continued their conversation only to stop when they saw the expression on your face “Y/N, you okay you look like you saw a ghost.” Nat turned completely around to face you watching your every move “I-I’m late.” You mumbled almost inaudible Sam chuckled and shook his head “We’re not late, we’re on time.” Come on Sam you can’t be that slow, but then again look who we’re talking about. “No, Sam I’M late.” You looked him in the eyes and pointed to yourself, finally he caught on looking you up and down “What am I going to do?!” Nat shook her head “Hold on a minute, let’s just take a deep breath. We don’t know for sure you’re pregnant, maybe it’s just messing with you” You couldn’t steady your breathing, your period has never been late a day in your life, it was always on time. Always. Sam broke the silence by clearing his throat “Only one way to find out, let’s go get a test.” You were happy you were with Sam and Nat and not anyone else, they would’ve freaked well Sam kinda freaked but he’s always dramatic there’s no doubt about that. You found yourself in a drug store looking at all the different pregnancy test, there were so many, digital, non digital, some weird looking strip, you didn’t know which one to get so you got a digital one and a non digital one just it case. You took a deep breath and you all made your way back to the compound.

Sam and Nat went their separate ways and told you to call them when you got the results, you didn’t want to do it alone but you also didn’t want anyone around in case you cried which you knew you were going to cry. You took an old red solo cup and started peeing in it, after you finished and washed your hand you dipped the absorbent side of the pregnancy test inside the cup waited 3 seconds then pulled it out putting the cap on it and leaving it on the sink. You paced around your bathroom trying to think of what to do if you are pregnant and if you aren’t pregnant would you be upset? You didn’t want a baby just yet but at the same time it is pretty upsetting when your body is showing signs of pregnancy. you waited the 5 minutes it said to and went back to the test and there it was in big letters ‘positive’ Tears are streaming down your face you never thought this would happen to you, you’re going to be a mommy and although you were scared you were also very excited and couldn’t wait to bring a little bundle of joy into the world. Then you remembered you have to tell Bucky because of course it’s his but you needed to talk to Sam first, you quickly pulled out your phone texting Sam to come to your bathroom and fast. Within a minute Sam was in your bathroom panting “What’s wrong?” You held up your pregnancy test showing him the word on it, his face lit up and pulled you into a hug “I’m gonna be an uncle!” He screamed throwing his hands in the air “Shh, I haven’t told Bucky yet.” You smiled down at the little stick in your hand, you were overjoyed even if for some reason Bucky didn’t want this baby you knew it would be well taken care of and loved. “When are you gonna tell Bucky?” You looked up at Sam trying to figure out when’s the best time to tell him, it should be sooner rather than later but who knows “Tomorrow, I’ll tell him tomorrow.” You smiled wide once more, you couldn’t believe you were pregnant “I’ll let you get some rest or celebrate, I’ll talk to you tomorrow let me know how he takes it” Sam gave you a hug and walked out of the room, you sat in your bed thinking of all the cute creative ways you could tell Bucky when you finally decided on one you knew you’d have to go out and get everything so you drifted to sleep thinking of everything you needed to get.

It was the next day, Bucky came strolling into the compound, smiling wide which wasn’t something he normally did “Hey man, looks like you’re in a good mood.” Sam chirped as he walked up to the smiling super soldier “Today has been amazing, Sam. I feel amazing.” Bucky smiled and looked around taking in to him a new scenery, Sam patted Bucky on his shoulder smiling along with him “Well, congrats man you’re going to make a great dad” Bucky’s face fell, he furrowed his eyebrows looking intently at Sam “What?” It hit Sam that Bucky didn’t know yet, he mentally punched himself for spilling your secret before you got a chance to. Bucky was upset that you didn’t tell him, he didn’t know if you were actually going to tell him or not but he needed to find you. You were in your room putting together Bucky’s surprise when you got a knock at your door, they didn’t give you a chance to say come in, he did anyway, you looked up and saw a very upset Bucky. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You poured not taking your eyes off of him “Is it true?” You were confused, you cocked your head slightly to the left “Is what true?” Bucky took a deep breath, stepping toward you “Am I going to be a father?” Your body tensed up, silence filled the air as you tried to come up with a good answer because the gift is now out the window he’s not going accept the gift he wants a straight answer so that’s what you give him “Yes, I’m pregnant” He stared at you, lost not knowing what to say “Why did I have to find out from Sam?” Tears were rolling down his cheeks, you’ve never seen Bucky so vulnerable before, he rarely ever showed emotions but today the man standing in front of you showed every emotion “Bucky I-“ You took a deep breath and tried to continue “I didn’t know how you would react, and I wanted to be sure before I told you” You walked up to Bucky taking his hands in yours “The only reason Sam knew was because I was with him and Nat when I got sick, when I checked my period app it said I was 3 weeks late so I got 2 pregnancy tests and they both came up positive Sam wanted to know so I told him to come to my room so I could show him, I was going to tell you until Sam had to ruin it.” You brought Bucky’s hands to your lips “I am so sorry, Bucky I truly am, how can I make this up to you?” Bucky sniffled and watched as you looked up at him “It’s okay, i’m okay. I’m sorry for getting so upset” You shook your head caressing his cheek “You had every right to be, but Bucky you’re going to be a dad” You held up a little stuffed bear that said ‘Barnes Baby ‘24’ He smiled wide and hugged you and the bear “What does that mean for us, coparenting?” Bucky looked down at you and shook his head “If it’s not a bother would you be my girlfriend? Our kid deserves proper parents.” You smiled wide and leaned up kissing his lips “I would love to be your girlfriend.” Bucky leaned down and placed soft, cute kisses on your stomach smiling against your skin.

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A/N: I hope this is how you wanted it, I don’t think i’ll do a part two but i’m not sure yet.

tags: @megamindsecretlair

#avengers #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n