#i wanna hug her like a pillow till i fall asleep

[darkleysgarden]

Nightmares That Are Plauged By You Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Angels of light, and Angels of night,

We work and we pray,

Till dawn of day,

Under father's watch,

We've done much, we have fought,

We're granted our blessings,

With no form of jesting,

We live without sin,

We lose, then we win,

Yet someday the light will dim,

And then all of our hope will lay in him.

"You've gotten very good at singing, Lilith"

"Thank you. That song is my favorite one."

"Really? How come?"

Lilith smiled, melancholy crossing her face. She laid down on her back, long blonde hair spreading out in pale golden locks around her head.

"It makes me think of my life, and reflect on it. One day the world will end, and my world will end. And I will have to look to Father. Where does an angel go after death? Will it be just me? Or will I take all of you with me?"

His eyes widened. She always said the most ridiculous things. She was only ten or so, human-wise. Why was this sort of stuff on the young girl's mind?

"We are immortal, that time should not come soon. It is very rare for an angel to die."

"Yet, we will eventually. Father said so."

"Sure, but that's just how things go."

"Do you fear death, brother?"

"No, of course not. Father tells us that we die when it is our time. When I pass, it will be my time to go, just like anyone else. That's how time continues, we all have to go eventually. And we should not fear this fact."

"Yet, you fear leaving us behind? I know you do."

She knew him too well. It was almost creepy. She thought about death as if it was around the corner. His life would not be short, neither would hers, and neither would anyone's here. Father wishes to keep his children around. He loves every single one. They all deserve their chance at a full, healthy life.

"Sure, I do. But that is different than death. I know that Father wouldn't put you and our brothers in such a position. As I said, my time will come. However, my time will be after all of you have grown and matured enough not to need me anymore. No sooner."

"What about me?"

"You, young lady, are here to keep the rest of us happy. You are funny and kind, you spread joy to everyone around you."

"And what if I fail?"

"To spread joy? I don't mean to put something like this on your shoulders, I only-"

"No. What if I fail to live?"

Lucifer awoke to quiet humming.

He blearily blinked his eyes awake, glancing around.

He recognized the tune, but from where.

Belphegor.

Belphie was asleep, he didn't seem to notice that Lucifer was awake yet. And in his sleep, he was humming.

The tune was the same as the one in Lilith's favorite song. Of course, Belphie would know the song. They were close.

Lucifer's eyes teared up, and he blinked the tears away.

When Belphie's humming stopped, the room became deafening.

There was no sound but the gentle whir of a humidifier in the corner of the room. It was quiet, yet it made his ears ring.

He laid his face on its side, smooshing it into the pillow, his face facing the door of the room.

What room?

His eyes glanced around.

The attic. Of course. Belphie's signature nap spot and also the honorary sick house.

He sighed, body still incredibly heavy. He shut his eyes, resting them for a moment.

Though, he didn't deserve peace apparently, because the door slammed open. His eyes opened with the door, Mammon standing in the doorway, holding gauze, medicine, and all the medical junk.

"Ugh, Belphie," Mammon groaned, "What's the point of leaving ya ta keep watch if ya fall asleep!?"

Only then did Mammon notice Lucifer's open eyes.

Surprise overtook Mammon's face for a moment as he dropped all the items he had been holding. A wide smile came over his face as he ran to Lucifer, capturing the eldest in a hug.

Mammon pulled back, tears streaking his face, "Never do that again! Ya hear me? I was worried sick! Didn't even spend a single grimm!"

"I- I'm-" His voice sounded awful.

"Don't speak, Ya've been out for an entire week, don't wanna kill your voice before ya get a sip'a water."

While he contemplated the fact that he had been sleeping a week, Mammon ran to grab a glass of water.

He was still sitting there in shock when Mammon returned. The younger grabbed his hands, pushing the plastic cup into his grasp. "You need some water. It's been a while."

He drank the water, unsure of what else to do. Mammon began his lecture on Belphie, attempting to wake the youngest up.

Lucifer blocked it out, his mind only focusing on himself as he mindlessly sipped at the cold water.

Had he really been out for a week? Stupid demon body. Why did it choose to do idiotic things like that? Low on sleep? Why not go into a mini coma? Sound fun?

Sleep and food should be human things, but no. Demons were stuck with them too. And so we're Angels, and Reapers, and everything else.

"Ya okay there, Luci?"

"Yeah."

Silence.

Mammon sighed, "Alright. I'll sit and watch. Belph's going ta bed."

Lucifer didn't reply. Normally replies would be automatic. But his body wasn't giving them. Whatever. He was too exhausted to care right now.

He was past the point of feeling prideful.

All the things he did before passing out were blows at his pride. He passed out in public for Diavolo's sake and-

Wait a minute.

He glanced down at Mammon's ankle.

"I'm sorry, Mammon?"

"Fer what?"

.....

"Oh, that. It's just'a sprain. Don't fret over it. 'S alright."

It's not just a sprain when inflicted by a family member.

Lucifer was an awful older brother.

"I can practically read yer inner monolog right now. It's alright. It doesn't bother me one bit."

Lucifer sighed heavily, "And I know you. You're lying just to make me feel better."

.....

"Maybe."

.....

"I am still sorry."

"Ya shouldn't be."

.....

"How are ya feeling anyway?"

"As I always do."

"How do ya always feel?"

"Awful."

.....

"Luci, I just wanna help ya. We all do."

"I know you do."

"Then why don't you let us?"

.....

"I don't know."

The conversation was painful.

He couldn't bare facing anyone after what he had done.

Yet, Mammon still decided to stay by his side.

And Lucifer could not figure out why.

"We all wanna help ya, Luci."

Lucifer didn't even protest the ridiculous nickname, even if it brought memories of Simeon and Michael to light.

"Mammon, I don't know what is wrong with me anymore." His voice broke, his mind coming apart as his very existence crumbled.

Everything had been steadily building up over the years, all of it was bound to overflow.

What was wrong with him?

Something was wrong with him.

A lot was wrong with him.

The realization brought tears to his eyes. He didn't wipe them away.

"Y'know, we all have plenty of things wrong with us. Back when the war happened, I was convinced you were torn apart. I watched as my family crumbled in front'a me. I tried my best ta help. You became better. But...ya were never the same," Mammon breathed out the words sadly.

The younger looked Lucifer in the eyes, more serious than Lucifer had ever seen him. "I watched ya get better. However, ya never did get better, not truthfully. All ya got better at was hidin'."

"You were always good at hiding your emotions, Mammon," Lucifer smiled at his brother, yet it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I know the war got to you too. The death of our sister, the loss of your biological brother, even if he sucked, everything was piled on your shoulders. But you came around for us in the end. You kept us together after the war, and we just used you as a scapegoat."

"I was okay with that," Mammon almost shouted, "I wanna protect my family! Simeon and ya saved me! Our brothers and Lilith saved me! Y’all were always there fer me when I needed ya! Of course, I would return the favor when y'all needed it, even if I was hurtin' the same."

The room went silent.

Silence came often between the two.

They knew each other better than any of the others. They knew how to break each other too. Neither of them have acted on that opportunity.

Mammon left eventually.

Other brothers came in and visited, Lucifer blocked it out.

Leviathan came in apologizing profusely, Lucifer hardly understood why.

Lucifer didn't know how to think anymore.

His brothers were kind. Too kind.

They insisted on cuddling him too.

That made him smile.

They laid with him, Mammon was right at his side.

They were all asleep before him.

Tears ran down his face, yet he felt utterly numb.

He ran his thumb against Mammon's cheek.

He didn't register himself.

His mouth opened, tongue softly singing a little tune as a lullaby to his already sleeping brothers.

Angels of light, and Angels of night,

We work and we pray,

Till dawn of day,

Under father's watch,

We've done much, we have fought,

We're granted our blessings,

With no form of jesting,

We live without sin,

We lose, then we win,

Yet someday the light will dim,

And then all of our hope will lay in him.

A soft yawn left him, his body was feeling heavier.

His eyes locked with Mammon, who smiled tiredly at him.

Lucifer smiled too as his eyes closed.

Chapter 1

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[luvvvvangelssssstories]

What's luvvv?

~ Chapter 4 ~

TW: Just cussin, N word usage and flirting

WRITTEN BY ~ Me (with the support of my bsfs Krissy, Yuri, Andy, Kevo and TJ! Thanks for believing in me when no one else did!)

When we started dating he just got his ass beat. But it was the fact he got his ass beat for me. It's been a week now, DeShawn ain talkin to us and Javier's just friends with everyone still. Me and Deandre? The closets we've ever been. We hated each other since childhood but now we're dating?? The shits crazy. Today me and him finna just watch netflix an shi. "Whatchu wanna watch. AND GET YOUR DIRTY ASS SHOES OFF MY BED! ALWAYS SOMETHIN." he rolls his eyes and flips me off while taking his shoes off. "Anyways I wanna watch spiderman" I pass him the remote and lay down with my hot cheetos.

45 minutes later

"Babe. Respectfully. Miles is so fucking fine. I'd smash." I say while sharing a honey bun with him, "I should be the only one gettin ta smash." he says at me while kissin my cheek. "Technically....in the first one with Miles on it I'd let him smash...you was my boyfriend for only a week so far. He's been my mans for like...eternity." he sits up from his spot, "I'll be ya mans till we die." he turns my head so that way he can kiss me on the lips but as soon as we do my mom walks in, "Ahem. This don't look like no friendship. Look like a goddamn relationship." I feel my cheeks get hot as hell, perks of being black is you will never see me blush. "Uh I was gonna go ina minute Mrs. Aiyannas momma. Uh cya tomorrow." he walks of as if he's embarrased too. Soon as he leaves the house shit goes down. My mom drags me downstairs to face one dad and over protective older brother.

"Guess what I just caught ya damn daughter doing Dante?" dad looks towards me and narrows his eyes "what the fuck you do?" before I can even open my mouth mom says it for me "She was over here kissin a boy with the goddamn door closed. And that only leads ta babies." my older brothers stupid ass just says "Whats his name. Finna beat that niggas ass. On god bro." I push my brother aside. "The only thing u finna beat is ya tiny ass meat. Lonely ass." he flips me off while moms talking about putting me on birth control. After a while I learn how to tune her out. I head upstairs and I see a phone call from Deandre. I call him back and we talk.

D: "Babe. Be real here. That shit was embarrasing as fuck.

A: "Uhm for me. Hows it embarrasing youuu?"

D: "Im the boyfriend of they daughter. Thats just akward on my end."

We go back and forth until I start getting tired. "Lil momma you sound tired as fuck. Go to sleep, schools back in tomorrow anyways." I only sigh out a sleepy "mhm.." then I think "I'm sorry you and DeShawn fell out because of me." he goes from sweet to pissed real quickly. "He put his hands on you, so I don't care" I sink into my pillow while he talks about shit going on. I fall asleep listening to his voice

5:12 A.M

I wake up and I start getting ready for school. It's not until I get out of the shower I notice he's still in the call. He does a face time request and I walk to the mirror. "Mkkk guys! It's time for the GRWM school edition!" I say in my best youtuber voice which makes him laugh "Anyways want me to pick you up? I don't want you on tha bus with DeShawn rude ass." I mumble something "When we first met I was tryna stay off the bus from your rude ass" he flips me off and rolls his eyes in the camera. "Anyways I'm on my way and we can pick up some starbu-" before he can finish that sentence I run downstairs with my phone and poke my head out. "Im ready! Where ya at bae?" He just shakes his head then pulls up 6 minutes later. Once we get my food and drink we head to school where we see DeShawn with this pretty ass girl. I know I have a boyfriend but the was DeAndre's looking at her it makes me feel jealous on the inside. She walks up to Deandre and hugs him. When she hugs him DeShawn smirks as if its apart of his plan.

I know this week finna be hard as fuck to survive through.

PART 5 IS GONNA BE TOMORROW POOKIESSSS

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[hihello170]

Could you do a lil fluff oneshot where the reader can’t sleep, and it turns out Tabi can’t either, (guessing he has nightmares about his past), so he suggests they sit on the couch and watch a horror film? ^^” (I love horror movies. Cheesy and otherwise) I’m also touch starved, so awkward couch cuddles sounds wonderful. (There’s quite a few* Tabi lovers on here, huh? ^^”)

This is a fun little prompt, especially since recently I’ve been playing many horror games! Also sorry for the late reply! (Oh and yeahhh, lots of Tabi people. I don’t mind but wow. I wasn’t expecting this many ^^”)

Tabi and Y/n Nightmares & Movies

Whenever Tabi tried to sleep. He always saw her, and her goddamn father. Both he hated. As of recent though, the nightmares with them changed as he has started to hang around Y/n. They started to involve them too. Always the same.

It would always start off with Y/n sitting down with him. Everything is normal till... They’d get up to do something leaving their phone in front of him. A strong urge and stomach-wrenching feeling would hit him, to look. To just check, then her phone would buzz. When the phone turned on his body would go cold. The person texting them, it always was Girlfriend. Out of sheer anger and feeling of betrayal, he’d grab the phone to check it. When reading through it. All of the text between the two would be about backstabbing him and telling all his personal things to Gf. Ones she didn’t know and Y/n only did. Finally, when he’d look up from the phone he’d get shot. Clean to the head. The gun in Y/n’s hand. The bang being the last thing he always heard before waking up in a cold sweat in bed.

This time though when he woke up, he decided to get out of bed to grab a shot of Vodka to ease his mind (He only does this when the Nightmares are really bad.) As he went into the small Kitchen he and Y/n shared. There was a soft tug on his shirt. Turning around fast, a bit jostled still from the nightmare. His golden yellowish glowing eyes met with Y/n’s. “You have a nightmare too Tabi…?” For some reason hearing that really eased his mind. “Yes, do you think you can sleep?” “No… I don’t think I wanna right now…” “Alright… how about a movie?”

“Alright… Thank you… Tabi.” With that Tabi went into the living room grabbing the blankets and pillows, as well as an extra hoodie(I feel like this is a nice thing to add ^^) While Y/n made popcorn and grabbed other snacks.

Once everything was settled, Tabi handed his extra hoodie to Y/n to wear. While they looked at movies. Horror was the theme they both decided on, with that they chose something a put on. If you must know it was an old slasher, like Friday the Thirteenth. Moving a little Tabi laid back making a little room on the couch, letting Y/n cuddly up against him… It made him and Y/n both feel warm and safe to be near each other. Melting into the blankets together, by the time it was 30 minutes into the movie both were basically asleep. Y/n sleeping calmly against Tabi’s chest while he held them close. Although he was the last to fall asleep, his hand gently on their cheek rubbing it as what seemed to be a tear ran down his skull cheek (Idk what to call it man-) Finally hugging them closer to him, he just nuzzled his head against their neck sleeping.

(I hope this was good enough! I know the dream wasn’t necessarily his past, and it wasn't that little, but I felt this fit a little more. Also apologizes if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes. I’m writing this at like 12:30 ish in the morning. I really like the idea, and I have more Tabi on the way too! So my headcannons for him are really getting fleshed out. Anyway I just hope you enjoyed it.)

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[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Caution to the Wind

Pairing: yoongi x reader  

Warnings: fluff, angst, tension, first kiss, solo masturbation (f), mentions of erections, mentions of virginity and losing it (friendship pact)

*AUTHORS NOTE: Warnings will update per chapter as things get steamier*

Permanent Tag List: @mochilicious-yoongi​  @heyimtavia​

Rating: 18 and over

January:

This was fine. You were fine. Min Yoongi was NOT your boyfriend. He was your childhood friend, who you experienced your first everything with. You both new that your fun experiments were all in preparation for this moment right here, a college party. You swallowed back the amber liquid in your cup, watching him laugh and flirt with a random girl who wasn’t you. You nodded to yourself and turned away. The sting of tears burning, so desperate to reveal themselves. You’re fine! You kept telling yourself. You look over at him again to see the girl tugging at the lapel of his flannel shirt. You squeal internally, dying inside, wanting so badly to interrupt. You promised each other you wouldn’t let feelings get involved. You would only fool around so not to be the only virgins at college but this, this was so hard. You drop your red solo cup on a side table and walk over to him. “I’m headed back to the dorms ok. Have fun.” You nod and walk off past him. You sniffle back the tears that threaten once again. How did you get here? How did this happen? Fucking morning wood that’s how! You think back, racing out of the frat house to hail a cab.

June:

It was normal for you and Yoongi to sleep over each other's houses. Although you were both normally at your place since your mom was laxer. You had both fallen asleep watching a movie, the sun rise now peeking through your curtains. You grumbled, rolling over to find Yoongi lying on his back, soft snores escaping his slightly parted lips. You waved your hand over his face to see if he was really sleeping or just pretending. No movement. You smile to yourself, enjoying watching your best friend sleep. The angelic way he looked, the calm way his chest moved up and down, how he rested his hand on his tummy. You shifted the covers down from your over warm bodies, running your hand over his, gasping to yourself at the sight of his erection. You looked up at his face again and find him still fast asleep. You had heard of morning wood before. Your female friends had talked about it. They said it was a natural, normal reaction men had. Some of them even told you it was the best erection to have sex with. You swallow back the lustful lump in your throat, waving your hand over his face again. No movement.

You bite your lower lip, your hand hovering over his morning wood, desperate to touch it. Yoongi suddenly takes in a deep breath rolling away from you and nuzzling into the pillow. You release the breath you had been holding, turning your back to him, tucking a pillow between your legs. You gently and carefully begin to hump it, tucking your lips into your teeth to hold back your moans. That’s when that warm feeling begins to build, fireworks soon exploding in your brain. You can’t help but whimper, soft cries leaving your now open mouth. You still, your high dissipating, gasping when Yoongi rolls over and wraps his arm around your waist. “Shh. It’s ok Y/N, you're just having a nightmare. I’m here with you.” He mumbles into your ear, his soft snores soon following. You rest your arm over his, intertwining your fingers, falling back to sleep.  

A few hours later, you make your way down to your kitchen to find your mother and Yoongi deep in conversation. “Good morning Y/N,” Your mother greets, “How’d you sleep?” “She had a nightmare last night.” Yoongi chuckles, sipping his coffee. “I did not.” You scoff, grabbing a mug. “You did so, you should’ve heard her Ms. Y/L/N whimpering like a puppy. It was cute.” Your mother rubs your shoulder while your face turns beet red. “You having nightmares sweetheart?” “I’m fine mom. Yoongi’s just teasing me like always.” “Well, you two, time to buckle down and get some dorm shopping done. I’m really excited about you two going off and having the whole college experience. I’ll come by after work and pick you both up and we can head to Ikea. Yes?” You both nod, your mother kissing your head as she heads out. “Yoongi call your parents and let them know you’re here please, so they don’t freak. Have a good day and don’t spend it all on the couch!” She hollers back at you both.

“Why did you lie about having a nightmare?” Yoongi asks, eyeing you suspiciously. “Maybe because I didn’t have one.” “I heard you.” “You misheard.” “I didn’t mishear anything. You were practically crying in your sleep.” “I was not. So, drop it.” “Look you even woke up grumpy. It’s ok to have nightmares. We all do sometimes. It’s normal. That’s what you get honestly for watching those stupid horror films.” “Yoongi, please, just shush.” “OK grumpy.” He smiles, sipping his coffee. “What do you want to grab at Ikea today?” You ask him, taking a seat at the table with him, coffee and toast in tow. “You know they say stress can cause nightmares. Are you stressed about moving out of your moms house and into the dorms?” “I didn’t have a nightmare ok! I was masturbating! Now will you just lay off me!” You finally shout. “I knew it! I knew I felt you humping! Oh my God, you dirty little birdie! With me in the bed!” Yoongi starts laughing, holding his tummy. “Shut up ok,” you shout, tossing a corner of your toast at him, “if it wasn’t for your morning wood, I wouldn’t have gotten so worked up.” You word vomit, covering your mouth immediately in shock. Yoongi stills across from you, his eyes wide.  

“Are you saying... I… made you… horny?” Yoongi inquires confused. “More like your dick ok, so don’t get all worked up and full of yourself.” You snip, sipping your coffee to keep the flush in your cheeks from becoming visible. Yoongi smiles wide, his gums exposed before giving you a shit eating grin. “Hey, it happens right? I mean we’ve been friends since we were kids. We sleep in the same bed. We were bound to rub against one another at some point. I’d be lying if I said I never rubbed one out after you shoved your ass into me.” He shrugs. “Really?” “Yeah. You’re a beautiful girl. Any guy would react the same.” He smiles. “Except no guy ever has which is why I am going to go to college a complete virgin!” You huff. “Who cares? I’m going to college a complete virgin also, it's not a big deal.” “You’re a guy. It's different for you.” “How so?” “Guys think of taking a girls virginity as some sick conquest. There’s no care or concern towards their feelings. Girls aren't the same with guys. We find it endearing when a guy is still a virgin.” “Yeah right! Girls think a guy is an inexperienced loser if he’s still a virgin.” “Well, if we are still virgins when we hit our second year, let's just sleep together and put each other out of this misery.” You laugh, standing to bring your dirty dishes to the sink. “That’s really funny. I may hold you to that! I'm going to shower.” Yoongi declares, standing and hurrying off to the bedroom.  

You both spend the day lounging, watching TV, and making shopping lists for your Ikea trip. By the time your mother arrives back home, Yoongi is fast asleep on the couch. “Long day?” She asks, nodding at your curled up bestie. “Too much dorm planning.” You reply, nudging him gently. He peeks at you with one eye, soon stretching his whole body. “Is your mom home?” He inquires. “I am. Now let’s get a move on. I wanna avoid traffic.” Yoongi pops up quickly and you all head out. “Are your parents sad to have you moving into the dorms?” Your mom asks Yoongi. “Well, I practically live at your place, so I imagine it’s no different for them.” He chuckles. “I don’t think his parents notice he’s gone.” You chime in. “Of course they do Y/N. We parents notice everything. Maybe we don’t say it out loud, but we notice.” Yoongi just nods, deciding not to give input. You know the truth; his parents are strict. They never cared for his interest in music and were not happy to find out he was pursuing it full time in college. They hadn’t been speaking for a while, but it didn’t bother Yoongi much. He just breezed by counting the time till move day.  

When you all arrive at Ikea you immediately suggest separate carts, knowing you’re going to fill one up with everything you have in mind. You decide to separate and browse and then meet somewhere in the middle. Yoongi heads off on his own while you and your mom walk through the aisles. “So, how’s he holding up?” She whispers to you. “He’s good. You know Yoongi, he’s super private sometimes. He seems good, normal even. Like nothing is going on at home.” “He’s been at the house a lot. I was worried they kicked him out.” “God no! He just prefers our place.” “Ok, just wondering. Speaking of an inquiring mind. Have you two ever? I mean you’d tell me, right?” “Mom! He’s my best friend!!” “Okay. Okay. I was just asking. It’s not a big deal if you have. I just wanted to know.” “Mom, please. Just stop.” “Ok. OK. Let’s move on. Oh, look at the throws. I love them. What do you think?” “They are nice, but I have so many already.” Two hours pass before you are all done with your shopping, but you feel comfortable with your purchases. “How’d you fair?” You ask Yoongi when you all link up again. “Good. You?” “Really good!” You walk over to the registers and your mom ushers both carts to the check out. “Oh no! Please Ms. Y/L/N, I’ll pay for it.” Yoongi begs, watching your mother wave him away. “My gift to you for making it into college.” She smiles, swiping her card. Yoongi sighs, giving you a pained look. “I’ll pay her back.” “Oh hush. You know she doesn’t mind. She loves you Yoons. Just smile and say thank you.” He nods, walking over and hugging your mother from behind. “Oh! You’re welcome Yoongi.”

“Do you wanna stay at my place tonight? My parents want me to come home. I’d enjoy your company.” Yoongi asks you in the car, showing you a text from his mom. “Yeah sure.” He smiles, chewing at his fingers nervously. “Mom can you drop us off at Yoongi’s tonight?” “No problem.” You head home and drop off all your things, packing an overnight bag quickly and hopping back into the car to Yoongi’s house. You mother waves you off and you both head inside. Yoongi’s mother is in the kitchen prepping for dinner. She looks up briefly at you both, giving you a small smile, that drops when she locks eyes with Yoongi. She nods at him, then turns to go back to what she was doing. “You head up. I’m just going to talk to her.” Yoongi whispers. You nod and take your bag and some of the things Yoongi bought up to his room. You sit on his bed and begin to scroll through your phone when you hear them begin to yell at one another. Your heart pounds in your chest and you move towards the door. She calls him selfish for choosing music over something more sustainable. Then they switch to speaking in Korean. You sigh, feeling your heart break for Yoongi.  

You plop down on his bed, hearing his footsteps stomp away at the stairs as he makes his way up to the room. He slams the door when he enters causing you to jump. You drop you phone beside you and look up at him. “Hey you ok?” He shakes his head, making his way toward you. You outstretched your arms, and he falls into your embrace, wrapping his arms around your body. He rests his head on your chest and you run your fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry Yoons. I wish she was more understanding.” “It’s almost over. I’m almost free.” He sniffles. It pains you to see him this way and you wish you had more than words for him.  

Before you know it, you are awoken to the sound of Yoongi playing music from his laptop. You stretch your body and look over at him. “What time is it? When did I pass out?” “It’s 3am. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” “It’s ok. How are you feeling?” “I’m fine. Sorry you had to listen to us fight.” “Please, don’t apologize! How many times have you been around for my mom and I fighting?” He laughs with a small nod. “Still, it’s rude,” He whispers, “Anyway, I was thinking. About what you said earlier. And I… uh… well… we should. Just do it you know.” Your brow furrows trying to decipher what Yoongi is talking about. “Do what Yoons?” “Be each other’s first…. well…. everything. We’ve known each other forever and we trust each other. I think we should get all the awkward stuff out of the way before we start college that way there's no need to worry when we meet people.” Your eyes pop open as you realize Yoongi is asking you to be his first. “Um, I was kidding.” You blurt out nervously. “I mean, I know at first but maybe it can be for real. No strings attached Y/N. We take it slow, one thing at a time and if it's super weird then we stop.” “It’s going to be weird Yoongi, we are like siblings!” You shout. “Get the fuck out of here! We are not! You literally masturbated to my hard on this morning, please tell me how many siblings do that? Ok, look, just forget I said anything. I'm sorry.” He huffs, putting his headphones back on and turning up his music. You sigh, lying back, mulling the idea over in your head. He is right, you trust him more than any random guy you'd ever meet. It isn't like Yoongi wasn’t hot, you just never thought he would take your offer serious. You turn on your side watching him shake his leg frantically. You wave your hand to get his attention. He looks over at you, tugging his headphones off. “Why don't you come lie down? You can tell me more about the arraignment you had in mind.” He stares at you, completely stoic, before closing his laptop. “We don't have to do anything. I was just, I don't know, overthinking. It was stupid.” He shrugs. You simply tap the bed beside you.  

He sighs, pushing away from the desk to make his way to the bed. He lies down facing you, taking your hand in his. You both stare at each other for a minute and you feel your heart flutter. “Kiss me.” You whisper, your body heating from the instant turn on mixed with embarrassment. “What?” He chuckles. “Maybe your idea isn't as crazy as it sounds. I trust you more than anyone. We can start small and work our way up based on how we feel. If it gets weird or uncomfortable then we stop. No strings attached. No emotional involvement. Just two friends helping each other out.” You state plainly, staring at your intertwined hands rather than Yoongi's wide eyes. “You’re serious?” He swallows, his cheeks reddening. “Yeah, only if you want to.” “I mean, yeah, if you want to, I do.” He shyly responds. “Then stop talking and kiss me. We'll start there. We can be each other’s first kiss.” You don’t know why but you both instinctively lick your lips. Yoongi looks down at your mouth, seemingly mesmerized. He swallows hard, the bounce of his Adam's apple making your core burn.  

“Here goes nothing.” He smiles, leaning towards you, the smell of his body wash invading your senses. He licks his lips again, rubbing them together right before he presses them gently against yours. You immediately melt into the kiss, your head prickling, heart racing, and it takes you a minute to close your eyes as Yoongi has. Your mind begins to race. How long do we stay like this? Should I pull away? Why does this feel so good? Is he enjoying it? You finally pull away, eyeing Yoongi’s calm face, his eyes still closed as if in a state of bliss. “What? I mean, was it ok?” You ask. He nods. “I was just savoring it. My first kiss.” He chuckles. “Do we keep going?” You ask nervously. His eyes widen. “Do you want to?” “Is that weird?” He shakes his head quickly. “No, I kind of want to also.” This time you lean forward and press your lips to his, raising your hand up to rest at his neck. You think of every movie you’ve ever seen and push your tongue out of your mouth, rubbing it against his lower lip. You swear you feel it right between your thighs, moaning at the sensation. Yoongi moans as well, opening his mouth to grant you access.  

You press your tongue against his, realizing that you have no clue what to do next but are completely unable to stop. It’s then that Yoongi impresses you, completely taking over the kiss. He tilts his head a bit, rotating his tongue slowly around yours before removing his appendage from your mouth to suckle on your top lip. Just when you think you have a moment to breathe, he returns his tongue to your mouth, swirling faster, making what can only be described as love to your mouth. You can't stop the soft moans leaving your throat, or how the way Yoongi devours them has you completely soaked. Of all the times you’ve ever touched yourself, you don’t think you’ve ever been as wet as you are now. Curiosity takes over and you reach your hand down from Yoongi’s neck to the front of his pajama pants, dying to see if he is at all affected by this. You pull away from the kiss with a gasp at the feel of his massive erection. “I’m sorry.” You pant, embarrassed that you just grabbed at his hard on. “It's ok Y/N, you can touch it if you want.” He grants in a low lustful tone you’ve never heard before. You heart begins to race and panic hits. “Maybe it's too much. Maybe we should chill for now.” You say quickly, placing your hand flat on his chest.  

He nods at your statement, lowering his hand to adjust himself. “I’m sorry. Of course, we can stop. I want to go at your pace. I don’t want to freak you out or make you uncomfortable ever.” “Thank you Yoongi. Honestly, I really enjoyed the kissing. I just want to take our time. It’s my fault I shouldn’t have reached for you.” “Don't apologize. Its ok. I'm ok. I want to go slow too.” He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, and you breathe a sigh of relief. “Let’s get some sleep.” He whispers, pulling a pillow down from the top of the bed to rest in his lap before pulling you into his arms. “Safety first.” He teases and you both laugh out loud. You bite your lower lip to keep from squealing like a little kid. Your first kiss and who better to have it with then Yoongi. You nuzzle softly into your pillow, whispering goodnight to Yoongi before falling asleep in his arms.  

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[liibrii]

fem!Miya!Reader & Miya family

Part of the Third Miya Series

Synopsis: Three is a weird number. It's only two units bigger than one and only a unit more than two and yet it seems to be so much more, especially when the three in question are toddlers needed to be dressed for kindergarten.

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a/n: baby Miyas, the ultimate serotonin providers 🙃 if you wanna be tagged in future chapters let me know, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated!

Mrs Miya has always trusted her gut feeling and in that moment it was telling her the bathroom was down the corridor, last door on the left, and, just as Mr Miya had told her that morning, eating leftover curry for breakfast was a dreadful idea.

Doctor repeats her words and Mrs Miya's neck becomes completely stiff. If it wouldn't she'd perhaps be able to look at her husband whose face turned ashen pale. “Triplets?“

Well, this will take buy one get one for free jokes on a whole new level.

Doctor's words are just buzzing and the soon to be Miya parents nod and smile and nod and hold on each others' hand as if there's no tomorrow. They're silent on the way out.

Mr Miya turns to his wife. “Do they even sell strollers for three kids?”

Three is a weird number. It's only two units bigger than one and only a unit more than two and yet it seems to be so much more, especially when the three in question are toddlers needed to be dressed for daycare.

You all wear the same colours because Atsumu would throw a tantrum if your jumper wasn't the same colour as his and you would throw a tantrum when yours was a different colour than Osamu's, who in turn would throw a tantrum because his jumper was now the same colour as Atsumu's.

Mrs Miya had read advices that one should always dress their twins (or, in this case, triplets) differently as it is good for their personality development; which is all well and good and a great advice, except that whoever wrote it forgot to take into account that two and a half out of her three children saw being dressed differently as their siblings as a horrific violation of their toddler rights.

Your parents tell themselves one day you'll grow out of this phase, but till then mom stitches little numbers one, two, and three on the edges of your clothes. She did start stitching your names, but with only two pairs of hands in the house and three little sprouts in constant need of attention there was never enough time to finish them.

“One,“ says Mr Miya and Atsumu raises his hands.

“Ichi!“ he proudly chimes.

“Two,“ Mr Miya grabs you before you'd crawl out of the reach of his arms.

“Ni!“ like his brother Osamu too raises his chubby fists, but only halfway.

“And three!”

“San!“ You hug your dad's neck, perhaps hoping that will get you out of having to wear socks.

And heaven forbid they ever messed up which jumper belonged to whom. It was beyond your parents' wisdom how you could tell the number stitched on the edge was not the same they said when counting your heads, but you could.

“Must be yer superpower,“ jokes Mr Miya while changing your sweater that has the wrong number on the edge. He barely pulls it off when Atsumu's chubby hands already grab it and begin pulling it over his head. He screams when his father offers to help, pouting even if he's completely lost between the left sleeve and the opening for the head.

“Alright buddy,“ muses Mr Miya and turns his attention to Osamu who already pulled his socks off so, naturally, now you've mysteriously lost one of your socks too. Mr Miya sighs. Maybe it's time to let his boss know he's going to be late.

Three is an enormous number, when the three in question are a feverish toddler in your arms and two more running around doctor's office. Perhaps it was time to ask the daycare to put you three into different groups. That will cause an outrage, oh ever since the 'One child, one pillow' incident Mrs Miya is well aware of that. But then again, better that than all of you throwing a tantrum when only one got to leave the daycare early.

“One, two, three,“ she counts your heads under her breath, then hurries over to where you just picked up a very interesting small stone that probably fell from the soles of someone's shoes, “San! I mean y/n, sweetie, that's a stone. See, it's rough and cold.“ You whine when she takes the treasure from you but still  listen closely to her words that spark Atsumu's interest too, and he trots closer to see what is happening. Thankfully feverish Osamu has fallen asleep in her arms. Really, the last thing she needs is his firm conviction the stone is just greyish candy. Mrs Miya still lets Atsumu take the stone in his hands. “No,“ she grabs his hand when he lifts it towards his mouth that is already curving into a grimace. “Hey, hey, no need to cry over it sweetie. Yer gonna wake up yer brother and he needs sleep right now.“

“Is he sick?” your tiny voice chimes in. Mrs Miya nods. “Because he ate melon seeds,“ you nod with all the wisdom of a 3 year old. “He's growin' melons in his tum-tum,“ you tell Atsumu whose wide eyes blink twice before he bursts into tears.

“One, two, three,“ Mrs Miya counts your heads while you play around the house. If you hide from her sight sooner or later screaming and crying alerts her something happened. A moment later Mr Miya returns to the living room with a very much red faced and screaming Atsumu in his arms.

“What happened?“ she asks, crouching down to console you, also crying because there's no way you'd let your brother scream his lungs out by himself.

“Ah the usual,“ he places the scissors on the counter, “wouldn't let him shred his shirt. Osamu, no!“ He quickly grabs his other son who also starts crying, shocked that his own father would take the lost sock from him before he got the chance to find out how it tastes.

Ah, just another Sunday.

The good thing about three children running around is they're never lonely. There are always games to play, fights to win, faces to colour. Most of the days all of you exhaust yours (sometimes apparently infinite) supplies of energy by the time evening falls. Mr Miya puts you to bed (one bed, because trying to make you sleep in separate cribs is apparently a disgusting violation of Toddler convention) before he collapses beside his wife.

“Asleep?“ she asks.

Mr Miya hums. “For now.“

The moment they turn the lights off slide door across the hallway open. Light steps cross the dangerous waters of the dark hallway, enter the bedroom and climb over Mr Miya to the safe haven between the parents.

“Bad dreams?“ asks Mrs Miya. In response Osamu sniffles and snuggles closer. Not a minute passes when two more pairs of legs pass through the darkness of the hallway and climb to be beside their brother. You shriek when Atsumu pushes his cold feet on your back, but dad's stern word makes you stop. A few moments later you're all asleep.  

“One, two, three,“ sleepily mumbles Mrs Miya, patting each of your heads.

“Four,“ says Mr Miya and his wife giggles.

Three is the number of band-aid packages your parents buy per month. Ever since you've grown for about a chopstick taller, well you only grew for about three thirds of a chopstick because nature thought it would be funny if you got outgrown by your brothers at the tender age of 5, it turned out the tall tree in the park could in fact be climbed, if you climbed on someone's shoulders and then pull them on the lowest branch. Sadly the branches aren't big fans of being climbed on but no amount of scratches and falls could stop you from trying.

“A champignon never stops tryin'!“ proclaims Atsumu after the failed attempt that left bark in his hair and Osamu laughing on the branch.

“What's a champignon?“ you ask.

“It's the person who's the best! It's what I'll be one day!“

Osamu snorts, firmly grabbing on the thin branch he's sitting on. “Champignon's a mushroom.“

“No it ain't!“

A mushroom, you make a little note in your memory, because no matter how much Atsumu protests you're more inclined to believe Osamu when it comes to mushrooms.

Your heads turn when you hear mom calling and waving, waiting for Osamu to climb down before running over to her.

“I win!“ announces Atsumu despite Osamu reaching her first.

“Why, because yer a champignon?“

“Are we all here?“ loudly asks Mr Miya before his boys could jump into each other's hair, “identify yerselves!“

“One!“ calls Atsumu.

“Two!“ calls Osamu, louder.

“Three!“ you call and jump, because being louder than them was never an option.

Four heads turn to Mrs Miya. “Mom,“ she raises her hand.

“Excellent!“ proclaims Mr Miya as three small voices cheer. “Then we can get goin'!“

“Where to?“ you ask.

Mr Miya picks up a stick and starts drawing lines in the sand covering the path. “It's a secret but maybe ya can guess, we'll go down this path-“

“A treasure hunt!”

“Almost. At the fountain we'll turn left, and what lies down the fountain path?“

“Pigeons?“ you try guessing.

Osamu bumps his fist on the open palm. “Ice cream stand!“

Mr Miya nods.

“Last one there's a loser!“ shouts Atsumu who starts running before even finishing the sentence. Osamu immediately follows, both ignoring your shouts to wait up.

Three is a funny number. It only works when the two and one have the third , because otherwise it's just one and two. Like a clover that got munched on by a picky rabbit that tried a leaf and then decided it doesn't fit its taste.

Volleyball sort of became the rabbit munching on the clover. One day teachers simply decided you're not allowed to play on the same team as your brothers anymore. And no amount of crying, screaming and sulking could convince the rabbit to give the leaf back.

“Maybe we can sneak ya in,“ suggests Atsumu one night, “all ya hafta do is wear our clothes. No one will know!“

So you try that and funnily enough, people do notice when one and two together make a three, and what surprises children even more is that parents also notice when they return late from school because they had to stay in detention. And as if cleaning the school hallways for a month wasn't enough, now they have to clean the house too.

It is however enough to discourage you from trying to sneak into practice again, so you stick with only coming to games and waiting for their practice to end so you can walk home together. From time to time some of their teammates stop to say hello or to complain to you about their shenanigans, but that's knowledge you hold to yourself, since you never knew when blackmail material might come in handy.

It's only when Osamu teases they get to go to a volleyball workshop and you don't that you get envious.

“It sounds stupid anyway,“ you try pretending you couldn't care less.

“It would be perfect for ya then,“ Osamu shots back and sprints away as you dive after him.

Maybe you are just a teensy bit envious, still as long as you get to play with them when they are home it's not that bad. After returning from their workshops you don't even let them take their shoes off before dragging them to the volleyball net dad set up in the garden. You stand where you always stand, by the net so you can throw balls for them to hit over.

Atsumu pushes you away. “No, this is my position now. I wanna be a setter.“

You don' mind, and throw the ball towards Atsumu who sends it back into a bit of an awkward place and you end up not even hitting it.

Osamu bursts into laughter. “Ya suck.“ He jumps to avoid the kick aimed at his knee. “We play with good players now so yer gonna hafta practice more. There was this tall player with a cool name! Right, Tsumu?“

“Tsumu?“ you repeat.

“Tsumu and Samu. It's our names but they sound way cooler now!“ proudly declares Atsumu.

Your eyes widen in admiration. “I want that too! What should I call myself?“

“Yer always copyin' us,“ complains Osamu but he gets ignored as the first name Atsumu suggests earns him a ball to the face.

“Oh I know!“ You bump your fist on your open palm. “I'll be San!“

Atsumu thinks it over with the same expression Osamu has when trying to decide which udon toppings to order. “San,... Y/n... San,... It sounds so cool! Whaddaja think Samu?“

Osamu shrugs. “San, let me show ya how to spike the ball properly.“

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[hockeyboysimagines]

Till the end of time

Chapter 5

Warnings: mentions of sex, implied sex, regular sex, alcohol, parties, swearing, talk about loss of virginity.

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Libby was woken up the next morning by Heather bounding into her room and jumping on her bed nearly knocking her out of it.

“Wake up bitch tell me EVERYTHING!”

Libby groaned and pulled the blankets over her head, feeling heat creep up her neck.

“Oh no. Your not getting out of this.” Heather gave the blankets a giant yank and the two went flying off the bed with a squeal and a shriek and landed in a heap of limbs and blankets.

And then they started laughing. They laughed until they both cried, and ended up hugging and crying some more. When they both finally got ahold of themselves they picked up the blankets and crawled into Libby’s bed. Heather was practically shaking in excitement as Libby filled her in on the rest of the night.

While they had agreed there would be no sex that night, while Jake and Heather were down the hall, it had almost happened a few times anyways. There had been a lot of heated kissing, and on more than one occasion it had almost gone too far. By midnight there was hardly any clothing left between them and Joel was struggling to stop. Libby was a shaking, shuddering mess. She had never been that level of undressed in front of a boy and the way he was kissing and touching her was driving her up the wall. He hadn’t left till 2 in the morning, and when she had walked him to the front door he kissed her with such force they almost ended up right back in bed together. Jake had wandered out sometime after him, and Libby fell asleep after she heard the door close.

“So you guys didn’t-“

“Well no. We had an audience down the hall.”

Heather winced and closed her eyes “Sorry about that. I really didn’t know you guys were here. I wouldn’t have ever though that I would have walked in on the middle of that.”

“I thought you wouldn’t go out with Jake?”

She shrugged but smiled a little “He really wore me down. And I like him more than I thought. But we aren’t like you guys.”

Libby let her head fall back against the pillow “I don’t know what we are. But last night was so….”

Heather giggled and pinched her side “Libby I’m so happy for you.”

Libby smiled and closed her eyes. Every time she shut them she saw Joel’s hands on her, kissing her touching her and she immediately started blushing.

“So when are you going to see him again?”

“I’m not sure we didn’t do much talking last night.”

Heather sighed happily and snuggled deeper under Libby’s blankets. She had a look on her face that said she liked Jake more than she let on. The two laid there talking and giggling until they both fell asleep.

******

Joel burst in the locker room finding Jake in his stall. The other guys jumped at the noise but Jake froze when Joel fixed him with a glare and stretched out one finger to beckon him forward. Once outside the locker room Joel gave him a shove.

“You asshole!”

Jake was giggling as Joel shoved him again. He ducked as Joel took a swing at him and a full on wrestling match erupted outside the locker room.

“Beezer. BEEZER. Stop bro Jesus. I’m sorry okay? I’ve been after Heather for months dude give me a break!”

“I’ve been after a Libby for years bro give me a break!”

The two continued shoving and pushing until they started laughing and Joel groaned. He leaned down bracing a hand on either side of his knees and blew out a breath. Jake was leaning against the wall still laughing.

“So did you guys do the deed?”

“No. We did not. Thanks again by the way.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Well now you owe me. Which means your gonna help me by being absent from the dorm whenever I tell you to be. And….keep what you saw to yourself yeah? We just wanna keep it on the low right now.”

“I can do that.”

“I hate you.”

“You don’t mean that. So what did happen anyway? Some tongue? A little hand action? Did you give her a little high stick in the crease?”

“Shut UP!” Joel swung at him again and missed before Jake had him in a firm grip and ruffled his hair affectionately.

“I’m so proud of you, you stud.”

*******

Libby and Joel sat next to each other listening to professor Smith drone on and on and on. Normally she would have been paying rapt attention to every word, but she was so damn distracted that he was so close to her and she couldn’t touch him. He was leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out of in front of him. One of his forearms was resting across the top of his desk, close enough to brush hers. He kept looking at her, making her squirm in her seat.

She leaned forward attempting to at least listen to the last few minutes of class. She froze however when she felt Joel’s hand brush ever so lightly across her lower back, fingers just touching the tips of her hair. She shivered and looked at him over her shoulder. He was still watching their professor, but he was smiling slightly. They were far enough up the row of chairs that no one could see anything.

“Stop.” She whispered as his hand continued to move across her skin.

“Stop what?” He asked leaning forward, hand still on her back. His face was so close to hers she thought for a minute he was going to kiss her right there in the middle of English class.

“Joel-“ she breathed out, as his eyes moved to her mouth.

“Pay attention Libby.” He gave her a smile and leaned back in his seat again, but didn’t remove his hand.

She did not in fact pay any attention.

As class let out she stood to pull her jacket over shoulders, adjusting it so she could pull her hair out when she felt two large hands slide under the hair over her neck and gently pull it done under the back of her jacket. She turned to smile sweetly at him.

“Thank you Joel.” He followed her out of the classroom and down the hall. She didn’t have any class till later and he didn’t either. As they walked out she let out a breath and rubbed her arms. The air was cold but her walk home was quick.

“So what are we doing for your birthday?” She asked, pulling her bag tighter over her shoulder. Joel’s birthday was at the end of the week, and hers was the next day. By midnight between Friday and Saturday Libby and Joel would both officially be 18.

“Oh I don’t know. Jake said something about throwing a joint party for both of ours, but….” He paused and looked at the ground before he spoke again “ I was kind of thinking that maybe we could do something just us too?”

She smiled and was thankful for the cold to that had already reddened her cheeks “I would love to.”

When they finally reached her apartment and trekked up the stairs, she pulled the keys out and turned them in the lock. He stood slightly outside the door until she turned.

“Are you coming in?” He took a small step forward. Her apartment was empty, as it always was this time of day. It was warm thankfully, as she set her bag down and turned to face him. He was still standing by the door, hands in his pockets. She shed her coat slowly and shook out her hair, before walking past him to hang it up on the hook by the door. She walked slowly backwards, towards her room and glanced over her shoulder, giving him a small jerk of her head to encourage him to follow her.

He closed the door behind them, and immediately pulled her forward to push his lips against hers. His mouth fit perfectly against hers, like it had belonged there all this time. She could kick herself for missing out on this all these years. Joel let his hands drift up her side. The air grew thick and heavy between them, and next thing he knew they were on her bed with his hands under her sweater.

He was never going to make it to his birthday.

*******

Libby spent the rest of the week a nervous wreck. After a long talk with Heather she was pretty sure she had a firm grasp on sex. Heather was far more experienced than she was and in between giggles and a lot of blushing from both of them, Heather gave her a hug and some words of encouragement.

“This is all so exciting!” She said slapping the counter. Libby let out a long breath and rested her chin on her palm.

“What are you wearing to this party?”

Heather pursed her lips and then shrugged “I don’t really know. I haven’t thought about it. What are you wearing?”

“No idea. I don’t think I even have anything that I could wear.”

“You know what?” Heather said turning to grab her purse. She dug around and whipped out a credit card dramatically “We’re going shopping.”

“I’m not letting you buy me clothing.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

Heather had dragged her through 3 stores by the time Libby relaxed. She was having so much fun shopping she forgot for a while about her nerves. Heather bought a light green floral top and a white denim skirt. It was cold out, but they would be inside a frat house. Libby breezed through the racks of clothing until she heard Heather gasp.

“It’s perfect.”

The dress was gorgeous, just short enough to be sexy but long enough that she wouldn’t have to worry about not being able to bend over.

“Heather I don’t know. Don’t you think it’s a little-“

“Hot? Yes. Go try it on.” She shoved it into her hands and pushed her into the fitting room.

Libby did buy the dress, and a pair of ankle strap shoes to go with it. As they left the store she turned towards the exit but Heather caught her arm.

“What are you-“

“You bought a dress but you also need something to go under it.”

Libby felt heat creep up her face. She hadn’t even thought about that. She settled on a plain black bra and a matching pair of underwear, although had it been up to Heather she would have been wearing something see through or made of Leather. They made their way home for a day of self care. Libby was tweezing her eyebrows when she felt her phone buzz.

How was shopping?

She blushed a little bit every time he texted her.

It was fun. I bought a dress, and shoes.

I can’t wait to see you in it.

She blushed deeper thinking of what to say. She was so wrapped up in the message she didn’t notice Heather had made her way over and was reading over her shoulder. Like lightning she snatched the phone from her hand and typed a reply before she could even protest. She was grinning evilly when she handed the phone back.

“What did you-?” She asked, eyes widening when she saw what she responded with.

Cant wait for you to take it off.

“HEATHER!”

*******

Can’t wait for you to take it off.

Joel’s phone dropped to the floor as he read her text. He was sitting in class, trying to focus but the image Libby had put in his head had thoroughly distracted him.

“Beezer….Beezer!” Jake elbowed him.

“What?” He snapped back, leaning down to pick up his phone before Jake could grab it but it was too late.

“Whoa.” He said eyes widening as he read what she wrote. Joel snatched it from his hands, and pulled at the collar of his shirt.

“So tomorrow yeah?” Jake whispered. They were sitting in the top row in class, far enough away from the professor so they couldn’t be heard.

“What about tomorrow?”

“You know what about tomorrow.”

“I’m not talking about this with you in the middle of math class.”

“Okay so we’ll talk about it after math class.”

“I’m not talking about it at all.”

“Oh but we are.”

They argued through the remainder of class and though he tried Joel couldn’t shake him afterwards. As of right now Jake and Heather were the only ones who knew about him and Libby and he wanted to keep it that way. They had agreed to take it day by day and he didn’t wanna deal with any of the guys ragging on him about hooking up with his best friend.

And they absolutely would.

*******

Joel spent that night with Libby in her apartment. Heather was with Jake and wouldn’t be back till late, and her other roommates were out. Libby wasn’t sure why they even lived there at all because they were hardly ever home. When it got late, Joel stood and stretched expecting to leave.

“Do you wanna stay? Spend the night?”

He was taken a back by her question, but she was wearing these tiny shorts and an oversized BU hockey shirt that was his and she looked too damn good to turn the offer down.

“I think I have a pair of sweatpants that are yours.” She pulled open a drawer full of his clothing.

“What the hell? Stop stealing my clothes!”

She giggled and reached in pulling out sweatpants and a T-shirt. She turned out the lights while he changed and snuggled into bed yawning. He laid beside her, and she moved closer and rested her head on his shoulder. Her eyes closed and within minutes she was asleep. He smiled and closed his and fell asleep shortly after.

*******

Libby spent most of the next day trying to settle her nerves. She had Heather got ready together. Their other roommates were coming, but were meeting them there.

“It’s going to be fine. Here take this.”

Heather handed Libby a shot and when she downed it she gave her another. As the liquid burned down her throat she felt a warm sensation spread through her and she nodded, eyes closed.

“Okay. I’m ready.”

They took a cab to the frat house because ‘there’s no fucking way I’m walking in this horrible weather in a skirt’ Heather said. The frat house was already packed, scantily clad girls were huddled together gossiping outside and music was blaring so loud it could be heard from inside the car. As they made their way to the front door several boys called out to Heather.

“Sorry boys. I’m not available tonight.”

Libby followed Heather through a sea of bodies dancing along to the music. She stopped when Heather patted her arm.

“There’s your boy.” She followed her gaze to find Joel in the middle of a group of teammates. He had on a black T-shirt , and dark jeans, his hat backwards on his head. She took a deep breath just as he looked up and spotted her.

She looked good tonight. Her skin was practically glowing in the pulsing light of the frat house and her long hair was hanging loose. There was only a handful of times Joel could remember her being done up and while he loved her natural, he loved her this way too. She made her way over smiling widely, more than one pair of eyes following her. She tucked herself into his side, standing on tip toe to whisper in his ear.

“When did you get here?”

“A while ago. I need a drink.”

He turned to walk towards the kitchen and boldly reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers tugging her along with him. A few of his teammates looked at eachother and gave him an appreciative nod. And that’s how they stayed for the rest of the night. There wasn’t a moment that they weren’t touching. Whether his arm was around her shoulders, her waist, or his fingers intertwined with hers he just couldn’t stop touching her. She seemed at ease, avoiding the questioning gaze of their friends as he leaned down to whisper something in her ear making her giggle. She tucked herself in closer to him, arms coming around his waist. He wrapped both arms around her shoulders, pulling his face back to look at her. He wanted to kiss her so bad, right there in front of their friends and he didn’t care what anyone thought about it.

She was letting loose tonight, downing another shot but she felt good. She was feeling even better when she tugged him out to dance with her. By the end of the second song her thought process was completely out of her head. She probably shouldn’t have taken that 7th shot. She probably shouldn’t have worn that dress.She definitely shouldn’t have been dancing with Joel the way she was. Best friends do not dance together like that. But the way he was gripping her hips, and his hot breath on her neck wasn’t convincing her to pull away from him. At some point she had turned herself around to face him, and they stared at eachother still swaying slightly.

He wasn’t just Joel to her anymore. She had never noticed the muscle in his arms, or the stubble that spread across his chin and up the sides of his face. The way his hair kicked out from under his hat, and how warm and sparkly his eyes were.

And then he was kissing her, nose brushing against hers just before their lips connected. Nothing else mattered. Not the party, not the music, and not the open mouths of their friends. Everything faded away and the people around them disappeared and all that mattered then was Joel’s hands on either side of her face.

They stumbled into his dorm room, lips still attached, hands all over eachother. He kicked the door shut behind him and pinned her between his body and the wall, kissing her heavily. His breath was coming out in ragged gasps as she reached for the button on his jeans, fumbling with it for a moment before it sprang open and she slowly tugged the zipper down. He watched her as she moved her hands up his abdomen under his T-shirt and leaned up to kiss him again. He let his hands move down her side, and come down to her legs. She shivered as he brushed his fingers over her bare legs. Clothes came off at all a alarming rate and before she knew it they were down to nothing.

“Ready?” He asked in her ear very softly.

She nodded, closing her eyes and relaxing her body. She drew in a deep breath as he slowly moved so he was supporting all his weight on his forearms, before Joel pushed inside Libby for the first time. Libby’s eyes went wide and she bit her lip, eyebrows furrowing. She squirmed for a minute beneath him before she rolled her hips adjusting. Joel let out a breath, head falling forward into the crook of her neck. He pulled slowly out before pushing forward again. She closed her eyes, nails scraping against the skin on the back of his neck.

He moved again slowly finding a rhythm once he was sure Libby was comfortable. He kissed her again, unsure of how she was feeling but when she responded eagerly he knew it was right. It never occurred to him that this could end badly, or that it was wrong, or that it really would change things between them forever. She was Libby. His Libby and he loved her.

When it was all over, and he finally picked his head up to look at her, he found her already staring. The clock behind her read 12:00

“Happy Birthday Libby.”

“Happy Birthday Joel.”

#joel farabee #nhl x reader #nhl blurb #nhl writing #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl smut #hockey fanfiction #hockey fandom #hockey writing #hockey tumblr #joel farabee fic #joel farabee imagine

[punkrockmads]

Found Family

Abby x F! Reader Mini Series

Warnings: Angst, fighting

Song used: Honeybee, Steam Powered Giraffe

Chapter Six; I Can't Lose You

*SIX MONTHS PREGNANT*

"Abby, c'mon. You can't expect me to sit here for months." I groan, looking at Abby with an annoyed frown.

"No, Y/N." Abby sighs. "Please just stay here." Abby's been trying to convince me to stay home from patrol until the baby's born. The problem is, that isn't supposed to be for another three months and I'm already extremely restless.

"Abby, I'll be fine." I assure her. She closes her eyes, zipping up her backpack. "I can take care of myself." We've been going back and forth like this for ten minutes.

"Please, listen to me." Abby pleads. "Please just stay here." She slings her bag over her shoulder.

"I don't want you going out there and getting hurt when I could've been there helping!" I say, not even noticing I've raised my voice.

"No!" Abby yells, staring at me. I freeze, feeling a sting of pain in my chest. "I'm not letting you go out there and risk yourself and her! I can't lose you, do you understand that?!" She glares at me, her arms swinging as she speaks. "Just fucking stay here!"

I take a deep breath, trying extremely hard to keep my composure in front of her. I know she's just worried. "Okay." I sigh, my voice calm despite the hurricane inside me. Abby looks at me with instant regret before turning away and opening the front door.

"I'll see you in a bit." She mumbles. "I love you." She leaves, closing the door before I can even respond.

"I love you too." I whisper as tears fall down my cheeks. I quickly wipe them away, turning around and walking upstairs. I walk carefully, my baby bump making stairs a little harder for me. I feel like a whale. And the worst part is, I'm only gonna get bigger. Lev comes out of his room, seeing me on the stairs.

"Hey." Lev walks down the steps, standing beside me. "Let me help you." He puts a hand on my back, guiding me up the stairs.

"Thanks, kiddo." I sigh, grateful for him. He's been so helpful, always willing to do anything to help Abby and I with his baby sister.

"I heard you and Abby fighting." Lev says once we make it to the top of the stairs. I look at him with a pitiful smile, sorry he had to hear any of that. "She's just worried, you know?" He follows me into mine and Abby's bedroom, sitting beside me on the bed.

"I know." I nod. "She's trying to keep me and the baby safe. I'm not upset with her."

"Then why are you crying?" Lev asks with a small laugh, wiping my tears away.

"I don't know." I chuckle. "Pregnancy hormones."

"Is that why you've been all emotional and stuff?" Lev asks. I pull him into a hug, laughing at his annoyed groan.

"Pregnancy can make girls a little crazy." I smile, ruffling Lev's hair. The baby kicks my stomach, probably excited to hear her brother. "She's kicking." I hum. "Wanna listen?"

"Can I?" Lev asks, wonder in his eyes.

"Of course!" I nod, watching Lev put his ear to my stomach. "I think she's excited to meet you."

"You think she'll like me?" Lev asks.

"Lev, she's gonna adore you." I assure him. "You're gonna be the best big brother ever." Lev smiles, hugging my stomach. "She's gonna love you." I yawn, starting to get tired. "Okay, I'm gonna nap. You go ahead and chill till Abby gets home. Don't burn the house down." I laugh. Lev rolls his eyes at my teasing, leaving the room and closing the door. I lay down on Abby's side of the bed, holding her pillow and enjoying the comforting scent of her; pine soap and the woods after a rainstorm. I don't even realize I've drifted off to sleep until I feel the bed shift behind me, someone laying down and spooning me carefully.

I open my eyes slowly, feeling a familiar strong arm wrap around my waist, a warm hand on my stomach. "Hey, goober." It's Abby. She's talking to the baby. I hold back a smile, closing my eyes and pretending to still be asleep. "Mommy and I are so excited to meet you. We love you so much. You gotta go a little easy on me, okay? I'm not as strong as Mommy." She laughs a bit at her words, sniffling. Is she... crying? "My sweet girls. I love you both with my whole heart." I feel her press her head against my back.

"You're a sap." I whisper, startling Abby. I turn around to face her as she props her elbow on the pillow, resting her head in her hand. I smile at her, delicately wiping the tears from her freckled left cheek with the pad of my right thumb. "Hi." I greet her, my voice still thick with sleep.

"Hey." Abby mumbles back. She looks a little sad. "I'm sorry about this morning." She says, referring to the fight.

"It's okay." I lean up, kissing her cheek. "You're trying to protect me and the baby. It's okay." Abby sits up, gesturing for me to sit in her lap. I do just that, wrapping my arms around her torso and kissing her lips.

"When I was a kid..." She pauses, rocking me slightly and rubbing my stomach. "I was part of the Salt Lake Firefly outpost with my dad and my friends." I remember her telling me about Salt Lake and her father and the man she killed. "One of my friends was this girl named Mel. We weren't very close, but she was family. She was cool. Two years ago, so... when I was nineteen, she got pregnant. She was seven months pregnant when something happened and she left base and... she and my friend Owen got killed... and Lev and I were the ones who found them." I feel her tense for a moment before relaxing again. I look at her, rubbing soothing circles into her forearms. "I just... I don't wanna lose you like I lost her. I can't lose you." Abby's voice breaks with her last sentence.

"Oh, Abby." I whisper, feeling my heart break for her. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, baby."

"It's okay." Abby says, hugging me tighter. "I'm so glad I have you, angel. I don't wanna lose you."

"Hey." I take Abby's face in my hands. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise." I kiss her lips. "You're stuck with me, Anderson." She smiles at the last part.

"And you're stuck with me, Anderson." Abby laughs. I laugh with her, hugging her torso tightly. She begins to rock me side to side slowly again, rubbing my stomach and arm.

'You didn't have to look my way

Your eyes still haunt me

To this day

But you did

Yes you did'

"Are you... singing to me?" I ask, looking at Abby with a grin.

"Shh." She chuckles, tickling my side. I laugh, wiggling a little in her arms. "I'm trying to." I rest my head on Abby's chest, listening to the gentle thrum of her heartbeat.

'You didn't have to say my name

Ignite my circuits

Start a flame

But you did

Yes you did'

I sigh, letting my eyes fall shut as I take in the peace and comfort of being in Abby's arms. She continues rocking side to side, tracing hearts on my stomach with her finger in an ink only the two of us can see.

'Oh, Turpentine erase me whole

Cause I don't want to live my life alone

Well I was waiting for you all my life

Oh

Why

Set me free

My

Honeybee'

#the last of us #the last of us 2 #tlou2 #lgbtq #tlou #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader

[luminouspoes]

After Poe being tortured by Kylo Ren in TFA, he would have some kind of PTSD.... So I was thinking can you write about Poe having nightmares about that, and the reader comforting him? Just pure fluff

Warnings: some references to Poe’s torture/nightmares & PTSD 

It’s well past midnight when you shuffle into the shipyard, a sweater tucked around you and a toolkit hung around your hips. You couldn’t sleep, so you figure it would be a good time to get ahead on some of the repairs you needed to do tomorrow, which included some minor repairs on Poe’s newest ship.

He hadn’t crashed it or gotten it blown up yet, which you supposed was an improvement, the most damage his X-Wing sustained in his last mission was some blown fuses and carbon scoring. 

You’re surprised to already find a technician’s ladder rolled up against the hull of the ship when you arrive. You glance around, but find that the Resistance base is surprisingly quiet, save the sounds of wildlife emitting from Ajan Kloss’ jungles. You step up on the ladder and clamber up to the top, where you find Poe Dameron asleep in the cockpit.

His head is tilted back against the headrest like he fell asleep looking up at the stars - which he probably did - and while the sight is certainly endearing, he doesn’t seem to be sleeping well. His expression is screwed up and he’s fidgeting in his seat quite a bit. Worried, you rap your knuckles against the closed window to get his attention. It works - a little too well because Poe jolts upright abruptly and slams his head into the roof.

You wince apologetically as his eyes fall on you. His eyes soften around the corners, and he presses the switch to unlock the ship’s canopy as he runs a hand over his sore head. You push up on the canopy so you can rest your arms just on the edge, then you lean forward. “You’ve got to stop falling asleep out here, Dameron.”

“Well, at least I sleep,” Poe says defensively. “I’m not sure that you do, as many times as you keep finding me out here.”

“Insomnia is my best friend,” you retort wryly, stepping down the rungs when Poe goes to stand up. You hop down instead of taking the last couple of steps, then steady the ladder as Poe steps onto it. Instead of doing the civilized thing and walking down, Poe just grips the handlebars and slides down till his feet land on the soft grass beside you. 

“Which I’m sure has nothing to do with the amount of caf you inhale.”

You skirt around his crack about your caf addiction. “So what’s your excuse for sleeping in this thing and not - oh, I don’t know - your quarters?”

He doesn’t meet your gaze, instead, his dark brown eyes sweep back up to the canopy of stars above. “The stars calm me down.”

You sidle up closer to him, following his gaze. There are thousands of glittering stars, too many to take in all at once. You’re tempted to point out a few systems you think you recognize, but you remain quiet because looking up makes everything on the ground fall to the wayside, and you kind of want to embrace that.

“You’re still having nightmares?” You finally ask, sliding your gaze from the sky to the star standing beside you. There really is no other way to describe Poe, in your mind. He’s a bright light in the middle of all this darkness, with an irresistible gravitational pull that brings people together. 

“Yeah.” He admits, voice rough. His content expression slips to a pained one. “They were starting to go away, I don’t get why they’re so much worse recently.”

You step around in front of him, taking his face in your hands. “Trauma’s not a straight line, anything could have triggered them. A recent mission, the way someone phrased something, general anxiety -” you brush your thumb along his cheekbone where you can just barely make out the faint outline of a scar - “Which there’s plenty of, anymore.”

Poe hums in acknowledgment, catching your wrist and bringing your hands down. He doesn’t let go though, instead, he pinches the fabric of the sweater as he thinks. “Outta all the things I’ve seen, I can’t believe I let that brute get to me most of all.”

You shake your head. “Nope, we’re not doing that.” You press a kiss to his nose, which he scrunches his face up at, ticklish. “You didn’t let him do anything, that’s not how this works.”

“How does this work, then?” Poe asks, sounding both genuinely curious and frustrated.

“It works by you not blaming yourself for your trauma.” You reply with ease. “You’re already doing well.”

“How so, doc?”

You tip backward and make a sweeping gesture towards the sky. “You found something to calm yourself down, enough to sleep by.”

“Not very well,” Poe admits as he rubs the back of his neck. “I was having another nightmare when you showed up, and besides...falling asleep in an X-Wing isn’t the most reliable way to catch up on sleep.”

You look down sheepishly, trying to muster up the courage to say what you're thinking. “You could, um, stay with me. If you want.” There's a leaf just by the toe of your boot with a fascinating set of bright orange veins that pop against the dull yellow of the leaf, so you stare at it as your question is met with a beat of silence.

“In your quarters?”

“No, in the X-Wing.” You retort sardonically. You fix Poe with a well, duh expression. “Yes, my quarters. I don't sleep well at night anyway, so you could...lay down and if I notice anything bothering you, I can wake you up.”

You entirely expect him to decline, but instead, he asks, “You wouldn't mind?”

“You're my friend, of course, I wouldn't mind.” You reply, cheeks warming. “Besides the Resistance needs its favorite commander well-rested.” 

“Are you sure it's the Resistance's favorite commander and not yours?” Poe asks with a tiny smile, and you swat at his arm. He dodges easily, catching your hand again, but this time he tugs you forward. You stumble against him, one hand landing on his chest as he looks down at you with a soft expression. 

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a warm embrace, his chin resting on the crown of your head. Despite your hammering heart, you melt instantly against him. Few people gave hugs like Poe Dameron did.

“Thank you.” He murmurs faintly as he moves his head to press a kiss to your hairline. 

“Always.” You say when he draws back. You extend your hand to him, wiggling your fingers slightly. Poe chuckles, takes your hand, and you lead him back to your quarters. 

You don't pass anyone on the way there, which is fine by you and by Poe too, you're sure, but by the time you're stepping into your room with Poe hanging sheepishly behind your heels, a wave of exhaustion has hit you. Still, you're true to your word, so you motion at the mattress. “Have at it,” you tell him as you move toward your desk. 

Poe doesn't even pull down the duvet, just toes off his shoes and sits gingerly on the edge of the bed like he's afraid he'll break it. “You sure about this? I don't like the idea of you staying up all night to make sure I sleep. Where'd we be if one of Rose's best techs were falling asleep on the job cos of me?”

“I told you, I'm not even tired -” you hide a yawn behind your hand and cough, but Poe's eyebrow shoots upward so you know you've been caught - “I mean, I'm tired, but not enough to sleep.”

Poe leans forward off the bed, grabbing you by the sleeve of your sweater, and gently tugs you forward. You could hold your ground if you want, but you shuffle forward anyway, a tiny smile tugging at your lips. 

“You need your rest too, you know. I can always sleep on the floor or go back to my quarters.” 

“You're not sleeping on my floor.” You scoff, “And I think we've already established that you’re having trouble sleeping in your quarters.”

“The X-Wing is always available.” 

“Or we could just share the bed.” You don't mean to say it aloud - you don't think - but it slips out anyway. Part of you flounders, but it's overridden by your concern for his screwed up sleep schedule, so you continue on, “It's not like we haven't fallen asleep together before.”

Those times were different and you know it - falling asleep huddled together over datapads in the corner of the debriefing room was totally different than dozing off in the same bed.

Poe stands up and you start to think he’s going to leave, but instead, he gestures at the bed. “Pick your side.”

“Really?” You ask, moving to your favored side, closest to the wall. Unlike Poe, you yank the duvet down and snuggle in before patting the space next to you. He climbs on just as warily as before, feet kicked over the blanket.

“I figured there was a 50/50 shot of me finding you asleep outside my door if I tried to leave,” Poe says with a light smile and you whack him with one of the bed pillows. He isn’t wrong, you’re well-known around the base for your dedication to looking out for your friends, and that sounds...exactly like what you were planning to do if he wasn’t going to stick around.

He settles on the bed beside you, a low sigh escaping his lips as he stares up at the ceiling. You twist onto your side, propping your head up with your elbow. “Poe?”

He hums in response, not immediately taking his eyes off the ceiling. 

“It’s okay to be afraid, you know.” 

He turns his head to look down at you softly. “I know, I just...wish I wasn’t.”

You seek out his hand in the dark. As soon as you find it, you thread your fingers together. You wish none of this happened, it makes you angry when you think about it. “No one wants to be afraid, but it’s okay. You don’t have to deal with this alone.”

“Everyone’s counting on me. Leia’s counting on me.” 

“You really think the General doesn’t have nightmares either?” You counter. His gaze flicks back up to meet yours. You shift again, scooting a little closer. “Rey’s mentioned having nightmares, so has Finn. Even Jess has them, you know that better than anyone. People are all counting on them, so what makes you so different?”

“I just...don’t wanna let her down.” He’s talking about Leia, you realize.

You shake your head. “Poe Dameron, that’s impossible. No one understands the General quite like you do.” You bump your knee against his side, “I’m pretty sure no one understands you quite like the General does.”

“I don’t know about that.” Poe chuckles and looks back up at the ceiling. “There’s this person who always seems to know what I’m thinking.”

“Oh? What are they like, then, have I met them?”

“Probably. They’re a technician. One of Rose’s best, actually. Chewed me up one side and down the other for strapping experimental tech onto Black One before it got destroyed. Usually drags me to bed when they find me out cold in an X-Wing.”

Your cheeks warm. “They sound like a handful.”

“They are,” Poe agrees and you resist the urge to swat him with a pillow. “Stubborn like you wouldn’t believe, strong sense of justice, has an even bigger heart and will do anything for the people they care about. They’re a damn good friend - even if they keep their room below freezing -” he emphasizes this last part by finally ducking under the blankets and you bark out a laugh.

“It’s not that cold.” 

“Oh, yes it is,” Poe argues with a shiver. You roll your eyes and settle back into your pillow as he settles on his side, his back to you.

After a long moment of silence, you say, “Hey, Poe?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re a damn good friend, too.”

You’re met with a sheepish laugh, and you cautiously throw an arm around his torso. He doesn’t react for a minute, but just as you’re about to pull away, he wraps his hand around yours and pulls it up to his chest. You smile and awkwardly move closer, burying your face in between his shoulder blades.

It doesn’t take long for his breathing to even out, but you stay up for a while longer to make sure he’s in a steady sleep, but for the first time all evening, he seems relaxed and peaceful, so you close your eyes and murmur against his shirt, “G’night, flyboy.” 

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagines #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #nonnie nonnie #myfic #not sure if this is pure fluff but i tried tojatoat

[youralwaysandforever]

the Malfoy bride

Draco Malfoy x Female!Reader

disclaimer; English is not my first language, I am sorry for any mistakes!

summary: you have been engaged to the Malfoy heir since the moment you have been born, although you had never met him. Just when the Second Wizarding War has been officially declared, you have been sent to Britain to finally marry Draco Malfoy, and live with him. (set during the Deathly Hallows Part 1)

warning: strong language, sensitive content (such as panic attacks, violence), graphic sexual scenes.

I had hated the Manor since I had arrived, it had been gloomy, brad, unwelcoming, and lonely. I hadn’t been allowed to leave my chambers. I have been a prisoner in the place that should feel like my home. Draco had rarely visited me, and I have been here for almost two months.

It had been early September (1997), I had been in the library, the only other place, I have been permitted to go. Suddenly, the doors burst open, I promptly stood up, my wand in my hand, pointing towards the doors.

“It’s just me”, he uttered and I exhaled heavily, before collapsing onto the carpet. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I thought that you-”, I shook my head and sat back on the couch.

“You thought that I had been someone else?!”, I only nodded, I hadn’t expected him to sit next to me, but he did. “Has somebody approach you?”, I just sighed.

“I hear echoes throughout the hallways, screamings”, I brought my knees to my chest hugging them. I had been wearing only a satin nightdress, I haven’t found the reason to wear anything but my sleepwear, since I hadn’t been going anywhere else besides my room, and the library.

“This arrived today”, he let out and I raised my eyes to meet his, he had been holding a letter, “It is from your mother”

I hastily opened it and read its content, she had been alive, she would be going to America to stay with our relatives there till the War would end. Typical mother. She hadn’t even asked if I had been alright or if I had wanted to go with her, she had only cared for herself. I stood and threw the letter in the fireplace, staring it as the flames destroyed it.

“This bloody war sucks”, I groaned and I heard Draco chuckling, he had been watching me, his blonde hair falling in his forehead, his grey eyes darkened, and a glass of scotch on his hand. “Where had you been?”, he seemed to be taken aback by my question.

I approached him slowly, his eyes had been studying my moves, I raised my dress, so I wouldn’t step on it, and sat on his lap. He eyed me before wrapping both his arms around my waist, pressing me closer to him.

“You shouldn’t ask where I had been”, he muttered as his eyes landed on my lips, “It isn’t safe for you”, I put a hand on his chin before I leaned forward and kissed him. He immediately kissed me back.

We have kissed before, on the day of our wedding, on the after party, and about a week ago when he hadn’t been sure if he would come back from some mission. We hadn’t been in love with each other but we simply offered each other comfort, closure. Unlike the pecks we shared before, this kiss had been overwhelming, I could feel everything, every single emotion of his, the passion, the lust, the anger, the distress, and the fear.

He suddenly picked me up and laid me over the fluffy carpet in front of the fireplace. Our mouths attached. His hands pushed the straps of my nightdress down, and he rolled my very hard nipples with his fingers as his lips worked on my neck. I moaned and arched my back as soon his tongue began tasting my nipple, he then yanked the fabric of my dress further down and removed his jacket while I literally tore his shirt open. We worked together undoing his pants, the moment they had gone out of the away, he made me sit in his lap again, and I slowly lowered myself on him, taking him in. I heard him hissing and then his teeth grazed on my shoulder. We had been moving in sync, which had been the best feeling in the world, he kissed me, I kissed him. My hands traced his gorgeous muscles while his had been squeezing my bum roughly. I had been close and he had to be feeling it, because, then he changed our positions lying me across the carpet and trust in me brutally, my fingernails scratched his back. We moaned so loud, when we orgasmed, I had been sure the entire Manor had heard us but I hadn’t care at that moment.

Without releasing we had fallen asleep on the carpet, Draco had conjured a couple of pillows and a blanket to cover us. We had just stayed lying together, naked, my head on his chest and his arms around me for the first time in months, I felt that we have been married, that we have been belonged to each other now.

“Kiara”, he muttered against my hair, I lifted my head to face him and he smiled to me, “Wanna go to bed?”

He had asked the most simple thing but for a reason, I could help but widely smile at him, I pecked his lips and when he opened his eyes and stared at each me, I felt something burning inside me, my magic, as if it had changed somehow.

It had been several weeks since we had fucked at the carpet of the library, Draco and I have been spending every night together. He would usually have to attend a meeting with the Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort in the evenings but the nights had been ours.

Tonight; I had to attend a dinner with them as wife of Draco, I had been afraid to be in the presence of You-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but I had no choice.

I had been wearing a long, backless, sleeveless, silver dress which had been chosen by Narcissa Malfoy, my mother-in-law, and had been extremely well-fitted on me. I had matched it with a pair of black stilettos and long silver-rose diamond earrings. While my long hair had been beautifully fixed up by the Malfoy house elf.

I have been about to step out of my chambers when I sensed a powerful protecting spell being cast around the room. I grasped my wand and pointed at the door but I lowered because Draco walked inside dressed in the most sexy dark grey tuxedo.

“You look ravishing”, I smirked and approached him seductively, making sure to show the cut in the side of my dress.

“Your mother picked it”, he dragged me to his arms and grinned against my lips.

“Then perhaps my mother doesn’t want us to attend the dinner after all”, he smashed his lips on mine and I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, pressed myself closer to him.

He suddenly hoisted me up, I unconsciously secured my legs around him, and then he walked towards the bed. He laid me down onto the bed and hovered over me, trailing his tongue along my neck, and shoulders. Draco found my sensitive spot behind my ear and bit on hard, making moan loudly and arch my back, that seemed to appreciate, as he rapidly pushed my dress down enough to fully expose my breasts.

“No bra, my love?”, he asked, grinning, and he closed his lips around one of my nipples as his hand cupped my other breast.

“It has been because of the dress”, I managed to say and he smirked evilly, before shoving his hand under my dress and finding the wet mess which he created.

“You want me, huh?!”, I undid his jacket and shirt, as he then thrust three fingers in me without a warning.

He shoved roughly, added another one, more harshly, I had braised myself against the headboard, while he had been fucking me with his fingers, he twisted and pushed in and out of me in such a brutal speed. I had been a moaning mess under him.

“I asked a question”, he hissed, and picked my nipple with his free hand while he kept fingering me. “Kiara”

“Yes!”, I yelled at the top of my lungs, “I bloody want you so much!”, he grabbed my face kissing me hard.

I heard him whispering something, probably a charm, and our clothes became a pile on the ground. We had been both finally completely naked, he hadn't wasted any time, he replaced his hand with his hard member. I literally shed tears, he had been gripping my hips as he pounded. I had closed my eyes, but then I felt him kissing me on the cheek, jaw, I opened my eyes and I found him looking at me. He smirked and pressed his lips on mine, he kissed me slowly, affectionately, and that had been it.

“Draco”, I screamed as he thrust one more time hard, it had been the best orgasm of my life. Draco came a couples of seconds later.

“Merlin, I love you”, he groaned and pulled out of me, before collapsing next to me.

We had been lying on the bed, completely naked, not even bothering to cover. He had been on his stomach with his head turned towards me, while I had been on my right side staring back at him. His eyes have been glowing with love, he had said that he loved me, and I had to tell him. I needed to. Now more than ever.

“Draco”, I started, then he caressed my lower lip with his thumb while looking at me. “I think I’m pregnant”

His eyes widened, and suddenly moved on top of me, I gazed at him trying hard to not look below his waist. He supported himself on his elbows on either side of me in order to not crush me and simply stared at me.

“You think”, his palm rested on my belly and I sighed, throwing my head back. “You must leave then, love”

“Leave?!”, I asked and he kissed me softly.

“You cannot stay here if you’re carrying my child, our child”, he said and walked across the room, grabbed his wand and conjured back his clothes. He stood in front of the mirror and started fixing his hair.

“I ain’t going anywhere, Draco”, I replied and hugged the sheets around my breasts and he sat at the edge of the bed looking at me.

“You have to, darling”, I had been feeling tears on the eyes and tried to hold them back, he softly squeezed my hand. “You should not attend dinner either, I shall come with an excuse. You make sure you have things ready in case you’ll have to go tonight”

“I don’t want to leave you alone in this house”, he just smiled and then kissed my forehead before going out of the room.

I stood from the bed, packed a bag with things that I would probably need wherever I would be taken, and I decided to have a long bath, I removed my makeup, jewelry, released my hair, and let myself sink into the warm water.

Pregnant. I have been only eighteen and I have never imagined myself having a child before twenty-five at least. But I hadn’t imagined being married so young, so I guess things do change.

I moved out of the bathtub, dried myself and my hair, wore a long sleeveless nightdress with a knit sweater over it. It had been over 10 pm, dinner had to be over, I wondered why Draco hadn’t returned yet. I sat back the bed and decided to the charm to be one hundred sure that I had been pregnant. I placed my wand over my belly, took a deep breath before saying the charm and when I opened my eyes, I found a blue glow over my stomach, meaning positive. I had been pregnant.

It had been early in the morning, I hadn’t managed to sleep, Draco hadn’t returned either which worried me a lot. I decided to do something that I really shouldn’t but I had been extremely anxious about him, I walked out of my bedroom and headed for the living room of the Manor.

“Mrs. Malfoy”, I jumped at the sudden voice and as I turned I lowered my eyes to the ground to find an elf looking at me, he had big blue eyes and a kind smile. “I have been sent to accompany you to a safe house, my name’s Dobby, ma’am”

“Pleased to meet you”, I then looked at the other end of the corridor which lead to the rest of the Manor, “I want to grab my bag from my room, would be alright to apparate from there?”, he nodded at me before he disappeared, I rushed back into my bedroom, put on some shoes and grabbed my wand and my back.

I then let my eyes drift to my engagement ring which had been a simple silver one with a bright pink stone, while our wedding rings had been dark silver with our the crest of the Malfoy family inside of it. I had finally accepted him, us, and now I had to leave him alone. I sighed and stopped my tears before calling Dobby to appear, and he did.

“Ready, ma’am?”, I nodded, the elf had been about to apparate us away when the room’s door burst open. I turned to see Draco standing there with his aunt and father.

“Dobby, go”, Draco spoke avoiding looking at me, the elf let go of my hand and disappeared.

“What’s going on?”, I asked, trying to not show how I trembled.

“You dare to ask! You filthy half-blood!”, Bellatrix then screamed and moved towards me, “You’re a liar! You don’t deserve the Malfoy name! You dared to seduce Draco and make him have your disguising half-blood as his own!”

“But I’m not a”, she slapped me hard across the face, I land to the ground, coughing blood.

“Your whore mother had you with a muggleborn! She had dared to make fool of us! The Malfoys will not let this go”, Lucius, my father-in-law, shouted. He stood next to Bellatrix and kicked me hard in the stomach.

“Father, enough!”, Draco tried to stop his father but Lucius slapped him and pushed him back.

“You have shamed us”, Lucius said, “I will not accept a half-blood Malfoy! Do you understand what you’ve done?”, the eldest Malfoy yelled and kicked me again in the stomach, I cried out in pain. He then pulled out his wand and glared at me, and then glanced back at Draco. “That has to be a reminded that Malfoys take no less than the pure”, Lucius said and with his wand turned at me, he uttered the killing curse.

“NO”, Draco’s gorgeous silver eyes filled in with tears had been the last thing I had seen in this world. Then they were darkness. Absolute darkness, nothing else.

Forever yours, Kiara Malfoy.

(please don’t hate me. I love you! Thank you for all the support! ♥︎)

#draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy imagine #draco imagine #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy angst #female!reader #draco malfoy x female reader #draco x female reader #draco x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #harry potter fandom #youralwaysandforeverimagine #youralwaysandforeverfanfiction

[ktheist]

muses. brother’s best friend / housemate / touchy!yoongi

min yoongi was everything you hated in a man. clingy, sleeps too much and sloth-y. if anyone had eyes, they’d know that you’re a clingy hug away from committing murder on campus.

“hey, pumpkin,” a dead weight snakes around your shoulders and a hand wraps around your wrist, directing the fry you’re about to pop into your mouth to his mouth.

“what the-” venom drips off your words.

“babe, i missed you!” jennie whines, wounding her arm around min yoongi’s friend, who happens to be her boyfriend.

in fact, your world going down a wayward spiral started with jennie’s secretive ‘i’m texting a boy, he’s kinda cute!’ to a full out ‘i’m dating kim taehyung!’ a month later. and with that, came the grueling begging of her trying to get you to agree to go to dinner as a ‘her friends meets his friends’ kind of thing.

you thought to put up with it once but for some reason, after a few hang outs too many, min yoongi has come to calling you a ridiculous nickname and putting his hands on you whenever he sees you.

“they’re so in love, aren’t they?” the boy next to you snickers while his free hand snakes down to your thigh.

“what do you think you’re doing?”

the whine that slips out of his mouth doesn’t bring you satisfaction even if you’re the one who opt for pinching his hand with all your might.

he looks at you, eyes looking like the midnight lake, sparkling with moonlight, “my hand slipped. did you have to pinch me that hard?”

“oh hey, lisa,” hoseok greets your blonde haired, doll-like friend, “we’re having a match with xxx university, you wanna join?”

at the mention of the long standing rival of your uni, lisa’s delicate features break into that of an angel of death, “the fuck? they have the nerve to fuck with us? that-”

“oh wow, she’s fired up, isn’t she?” yoongi chuckles, his breath fanning your cheek.

you still your hand from coming up to fan your face. why is it hot all of a sudden?

“yeah, her ex-best friend goes there and they’ve been competing against each other in dance ever since,” you say plainly, not realizing it’d spark a different kind of fire.

a loud smack echoes in the air as you look at the hand on the table and up at the owner of said hands, “we were never friends! let alone best friends!”

“o-oh yeah, my bad, you and your non-best friend’s been trying to take each other down since you both left high school,” you lean backwards to widen the distance between her hand and your face but consequentially, you end up leaning into min yoongi who gladly welcomes you into his arms, locking his hands together over your chest and trapping you in a hug.

“so, you guys gonna practice before the match?” yoongi’s ask is what makes her snap her head at the man happily munching on her meal after she had her attention averted to a certain non-best friend.

“hobi, we’re gonna practice till our limbs feel like falling off,” and with that, she drags the man away, his whines and begging to finish the (her) food falling on deaf ears.

for the briefest moment, things seem to have calmed down. that is, until you turn your head to the smiley boy clinging onto you like a koala.

“what? i saved you from lisa’s wrath.” he states, as if sensing your own wrath coming to surface if he doesn’t-

“get off me,” you order, glaring daggers at the boy.

“make me,” he smirks, the gummy smile now gone and for some reason, your heart’s beating too fast than your body can handle.

“seriously, what’s wrong with you? jimin’s right there, why can’t you go and cling onto him? at least he’s your friend. i barely even know you,” you sigh, feeling his arms loosening around you yet your chest is the one clenching as he drops his gaze.

“___, you’re breaking my heart,” he bumps his head to yours, those dark brown eyes glinting with a sort of deviousness that you know will do you no good if you hang around him any longer, “especially when we’ve kn-”

“my class is starting in ten.”

he doesn’t stop you when you stand up, his arms slipping away from your body like withered vines on stone wall.

that’s the last you see of min yoongi. well, until you’re walking out of the ecology club, fist smacking against that sore spot on your shoulder as you trail behind your club mates. the meeting about the outdoor event to raise awareness on carbon print ended a little later than you thought it would and by the end of it, everyone’s like a walking corpse.

“i thought you’d never come out,” a voice husks from behind you as your body freezes and your heart jumps to your throat.

“what the fuck, min yoongi?” you glare at the gummy smiley boy who doesn’t seem to bear an ounce of guilt for causing your soul to astral project into oblivion.

“did i scare you?” he chuckles, “don’t worry, johnny won’t get you as long as i’m here.”

“johnny?” you feel your eyebrows coming together in annoyance rather than confusion.

“you know, the ghost that’s living in the ecology club room,” he raises his eyebrows twice as if insinuating something.

you scoff.

“oh yoongi, you’re been waiting for ___?” jisoo waves from a few steps ahead, “you guys going back together?”

“no- wait-” you’re about to run after your friends when an arm wraps around your waist and pulls you to a warm body.

“yeah, drive safe guys!” the boy waves, smiling that stupid smile until the car’s out of sight.

placing one hand on his chest, you push him away from you until you’re at least three feet apart, “seriously, why’d you have to wait for me? i could’ve gone home on my own.”

“what do you mean why? because i wanted to see you sooner,” he grins, arms wrapping around your waist as he rests his chin on top of your head.

“w-what the hell,” you fumble with your words, turning away as your cheeks flare up with warmth, “let’s just go,” you say, holding onto yoongi’s pinky finger and dragging him with you.

you get home before 10 o’clock despite yoongi’s whining to take the longer route home along the river.

“oh, you’re back? whew, i was worried there for a sec,” seokjin’s voice rings throughout the house as he greets you from his room, “but i shouldn’t be since yoongi’s with you. it’s lucky you guys got into the same uni.”

“i could’ve gone home with my friends,” you say almost sulkily, glaring at the boy who’s walking towards his own room as if he’s ready to black out as soon as his head hits the pillow.

“yoongi, you’re not gonna have dinner?” seokjin asks.

“nah, i’ll sleep first.” and with that, the door of the room across from your brother’s clicks shut.

“he really needs to get his sleep schedule fixed,” the older man shakes his head whilst you place the plate of fried rice seokjin made into the microwave.

“let him be, he’s a grown man, he can take care of himself. you cooking for him is more than-” you can’t even finish your sentence when seokjin’s fast padded footsteps crosses the hallway and to the kitchen. hands shaking your body more than an earthquake could.

 “___, do you... do you really see yoongi as a man? are you guys dating?!” seokjin’s concerned gaze bores into yours, offering you no escape unless you answer him.

“no? i mean, he’s grown - we all grew up, seokjin, we’re in uni,” you say in a matter of factly. every once in awhile, seokjin gets a wake up call that-

“oh thank god,” he envelops you into a bear hug, “i thought my baby sister was interested in my best friend.”

well, guess that wake up call just got pushed back.

you suppose you get where seokjin’s coming from. just three little kids with mismatched ages growing up together in the same neighborhood. you climb trees together, scrape your knees falling off the swings and treat each other to health.

but it was seokjin who introduced you to yoongi. back then, whoever knew whoever first, got the first friend privilege. it was just some dumb rules the kids from the neighborhood came up with. and everyone wanted to be friends with min yoongi who had the chubbiest cheeks and the cutest smile. but seokjin always prided himself to be yoongi’s best friends and the latter never denied it. in a way, the two of them had a sort of bond that nobody could touch, let alone break.

something like brothers for life kind of thing.

because of that, min yoongi had always been your brother’s best friend. 

“___, you’re not asleep yet?” a voice rings from behind you where the hallway to your bedrooms lie.

“i’ve got some club stuff to settle,” you say, not away from your laptop as you sit on the spot between the couch and coffee table. an energy drink a few inches away.

“you’re always so busy,” tresses of soft hair tickles your cheek as a head leans on your shoulder, the warmth of another body making you all warm inside.

you sigh, a smile playing on your lips. at times like this, when min yoongi’s barely awake - there’s no way you can push him away, is there?

“you’re the one that has too much free time on your hand,” you say, shaking your head.

the sound of the tapping keyboard fills the otherwise silent room. you thought he’d fallen asleep with his head on your shoulder.

“...you...” he murmurs under his breath, “...i like you.”

your cheeks heat up, body instinctively recoiling from the body that’s leaned up against you as if - as if you’re just realizing that min yoongi is, in every sense of nature, a man.

a shirtless man, at that.

it wasn’t unusual to see him and your brother walking around shirtless since there’s not much to see. but you’ve always known yoongi’s not half bad, he’s got some underlying abs from those days of playing basketball in high school and he’s in the basketball team in uni.

so why are you getting all embarrassed seeing a shirtless min yoongi stare up at you like he’s waiting for you to say something that will make him or break him - now?

x

note. a little skit from my fried brain. hope yall enjoyed!

#yoongi scenarios #bts scenarios #bts fic #bts fanfic #yoongi fanfic #bts smut #yoongi smut #yoongi fic #yoongi fluff #bts fluff #bts imagines #yoongi imagines #excerpt from a fic i'll never write

[andysbubba]

𝕦𝕣𝕤 - 𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤

Based on urs by NIKI. It’s literally my favourite song of all time so can’t really resist writing this one.

Lyrics prompt: _“You’re bad for my health” / “But fuck sake, I’m already yours”

im playing around with writing styles so tell me if you like this one!!!

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

-

Now it's all guessing games, I'm guessing every gaze, like

Do you, don't you, would you even stay if you did?

All I know is suddenly without you the bed feels too big

You wake up in the morning and he’s gone. Really, you weren’t surprised. He came and went as he pleased. You’ve learnt to read him, his mind and his body language. 

If he keeps his phone under the pillow and slept beside you, you know you’ll be waking up to a half empty bed. If he leaves it somewhere other than under the pillow, you’d have breakfast with him in the morning and then he’d leave.

Tryna find where your head is

But I'm losing myself in the process

You're bad for my health

All the good nights

Are they hidden goodbyes in disguise?

I never know

You’d wait for him to fall asleep. That’s how it usually is. And then you’d fall asleep watching him. That’s how ruined for him you are. For Steve Rogers. Even if he will never feel the same.

He’d always say good night before he fell asleep. You’d never know if it’s the last time he’ll ever say it to you. 

He ruined other men for you. He didn’t really do anything much. Just stole half of your heart and brought it with him everywhere he went. 

And really, you’d follow him everywhere. Not really physically, just in your mind, he’s the owner and you’re the dog on the leash just following him blindly. 

Steve Rogers ruined you for other men.

You come see me only when I ask first

When you kiss me, do you wish it were her?

God.

But fucks sake, Steve Rogers wasn’t yours. And he’ll never be. 

Maybe he fucks you like you belong to him and him only, but god, no, he doesn’t claim you. Maybe he shouts your name like a chant when he cums in you, but he will never, ever be yours. Maybe he chokes you and whisper ‘mine’ in your ear when he fucks you from behind, but you know that it wasn’t you that he’s claiming as his.

God. 

He always goes back to her. You have his dick, but his heart was with her. And he’d take your heart with him because god, you are crazy for that man.

You make him cum, sure. But she made him cry. She’s the one he’s thinking of when he jerks himself off in the shower.

The best at being the worst

But fuck sake, I'm already yours, mmm

Sad to say, I'm already yours, oh

But, fuck. You were ruined for him.

You belong to Steve Rogers. Even if he doesn’t want you.

He knows you’re hopelessly in love with him.

And god, you know he’s using you because he couldn’t get her, but fuck. Yes, he breaks your heart. And he can do it again, and again till he decides to stop.

That’s how bad for your health he is.

-

“Let’s end this.”

You were surprised he stayed for breakfast. And he wasn’t rushing through it either. But those three words had been running through your head the past few days and you had to let it out.

“What?” He looks at you in slight shock. He visibly swallowed what was in his mouth and droped the cutleries he was holding.

“I said let’s end this.” Your voice was smooth and calm. You had no idea how you kept it that way.

He asks in confusion. “Like me spending the night over and staying for breakfast?”

Fuck. He’s adorable.

You pretended like you weren’t the slightest bit disturbed by the topic. You swallowed the bacon in your mouth and shrug. “Like you calling to come over and fuck me. And this whole sleeping over thing too.”

He ran his hand through his soft blonde hair. You knew cause you’ve pulled on it like a mad woman just the night before. And his stupid ocean blue eyes stared back at you. “But, why?”

It actually sounded like he was sad about it. You almost laughed.

Your resolve broke and you sighed.

“Because you’re breaking me, Steve.”

“Am I being too rough on you? Shit, did I break any bones?”

You laughed humourlessly. You felt tears welling up in your eyes and quicly blinked it away. You stepped down from the bar stool and walked towards the fridge.

“This is over, Steve.” You called out as you opened the fridge door, pulling out one of those canned drinks that you really shouldn’t be drinking at 10 am.

He strides towards you just as you closed the fridge door. “Y/N, what did I do?”

“You’re hurting me, Steve. You’re breaking my heart. You’re making me cry at night after you leave. You’re making me wish I never met you.” You chugged half of the drink in the can and looked at him straight in the eye. “That’s what you did, Steve.”

“We promised that there were no strings attached.” He points out.

You laughed in his face. Sounding cold and distant. “You knew I was in love with you. You knew that since before we even started this thing.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N.” He towered over you when he pulled you in for a hug.

You pushed him away. Teary eyes staring back at his soft blue ones. One hand reached up to cradle his jaw and your thumb brushed softly against his cheek.

“Don’t you get it, Steve?” You asked. Your lips trembled the slightest bit. “Even if you break me and treat me like dirt, I will never stop loving you. You go back to Peggy even when she pushes you away. You‘re lying next to her even though your cum was still drying on my skin. I can try to hate you, Steve. But I know I never will.”

“I’m sorry.” His eyes were soft and teary. Did he actually feel bad for you?

You dropped your hand from his face as if it was on fire and wiped away your stubborn tears. “Delete my number, Steve. And let’s not talk anymore.”

He looks at you in alarm. “What do you mean? We still need to talk on missions.”

“I requested a transfer and it’s approved by Fury. You won’t be seeing me anymore, Steve.” You forced out a tiny smile.

“Y/N, you can’t be serious. You’re leaving everything behind because of me?” His hand gripped at your wrists in disbelief.

“I’m just leaving you behind. I’ll still talk to everyone else. But you, Steve, I can’t talk to you and pretend that I’m not in love with you.” You struggled to pry his hand from your wrists.

You were moving somewhere far away from this place. From him. The rest of the Avengers knew where you were going. But you made them swear on their lives that they wouldn’t tell him.

“Don’t do this, Y/N.” He pleaded.

A tiny part of you wanted to listen to him. A way larger part of you wanted to be rational. You chose rationality.

-

update! : kinda decided that this is the one and only part, because i honestly don’t know what i wanna do with steve, so many possibilities and yet, none of them seem right ://

#steve rogers #steve rogers angst #rough steve rogers #angsty steve rogers #angst steve rogers #steven grant rogers #steve rogers x reader #marvel #stebe #stebe rogers #steve rogers one shot #captain america #chris evans x reader #chris evans #cevans character

[muilkyu]

Treasure vs Sleepy Girlfriend

🐷 Hyunsuk 

The lights to your room are cut on as soon as your alarm rings. Hyunsuk is up stretching already when you turn around squinting due to the obnoxiously bright light. 

"Turn the light off," you grumble, flipping around to escape the lights. 

He shuffles to your side of the bed sitting down on the edge, "Come on it's time for us to get ready." 

"No," you whine pulling the cover more snug over your body. 

He pats your arm in comfort, "I know it's early, but come on we can't be late." 

Flipping over you look up at him, "I'm so tired." 

"I know you can sleep on the train, but right now you need to get up," he replies, he looks sorry for having to wake you. "We can get ice cream on the way home," he suggests. 

Sitting slowly you yawn, still dreading having to get up, but Hyunsuk's promise does sound tempting.

Feels bad about waking you up

Definitely would wait till you've gotten out of bed before he leaves the room

Won't let you sleep in unless he's sleeping in too

🐼 Jihoon

"Give me back my blanket." 

Jihoon doesn't seem to pay you any mind as he neatly folds the blanket up. You watch as he takes said blanket and places it into the closet. Then he walks back over to the couch and sits at the other end. 

"Are you ready to get up now?" He asks.

"No. Give me back my blanket." 

Shaking his head he grins, "I told you to get up an hour ago. Now you have 15 minutes to get ready."

Glaring at him you toss a throw pillow at him. It doesn't do much however since he catches it and throws it right back. In the end, you get up but not before you make Jihoon carry you to the bathroom as an apology.

Doesn't have the time to play around

He wants you to get about sleep at night so you don't have days where you refuse to get up

He'll nag you for the rest of the day - "If you'd gotten up when I told you..."

🐯 Yoshi 

“It’s been 15 minutes.” 

“Already?” you question. 

He nods sitting down on the edge of the couch, “It’s time to go now.” 

“Just a few more minutes, please?” you ask. 

Yoshi thinks for a second looking down at his phone to check the time, “Okay another 5 minutes, but then we really have to go.”

Snuggling back into your blanket you yawn falling right back to sleep.

A few extra minutes to sleep is okay

He will be checking the clock to make sure you don’t miss any plans from being sleepy

Would sit next to you while you sleep by just scrolling through his phone

🐨 Junkyu

"I get that you're sleepy, but can I at least get comfortable first." 

Snuggling further into his chest you shake your head, "No, you're my pillow." 

"My leg is going to fall asleep." 

"I'll move, but you still have to be my pillow," you reply, trying to compromise.

"How long do I have to be your pillow?" He questions.

"For the rest of your life or until I have to go home."

Junkyu lets you be tired

Won't mind also taking a nap with you

If you need to get up he'll keep bothering you till you get up

Mornings were you refuse he turns to aegyo 

🐹 Mashiho

Slowly peeking open your eyes the sunlight hits you directly in the face. Squinting you attempt to stop the bright light from blinding you. This stops you from noticing the giggling. Until it turns into a full-on laugh. 

"Why are you laughing?" You question, voice still heavily groggy. 

"You look so cute." 

"My face is probably all puffy."

He grabs your face squishing your cheeks together, "Still cute," he replies before letting go, "We have to get up." 

"Right now?" You question, he nods shifting to properly sit up in bed. 

"I'll make us some tea and then you have to get up."

Mashi doesn't try to hard to make you get up

You're sleepy, but somehow being near him just makes you wanna get up

He's also definitely the type to bring you tea in the morning and just sit and talk with you till you really begin your day

🦁 Jaehyuk

"Wake up, wake up, it's time to wake up," Jaehyuk sings very loudly as he pulls open the blinds. The sunlight pours through the window attempting to blind you. 

Annoyed you groan flipping around in your bed yanking the cover over your head, "Go away."

"I can't do that," Jaehyuk replies, he pulls off your blanket messily folding it into his hands, "It's hard to sleep without a blanket." 

Closing your eyes you slowly get up from bed, you sigh glaring at your giggling boyfriend, "I hate you." 

"You're up aren't you," he grins, setting the blanket down on the bed. Waking over he hugs you, "Are you mad at me?"

You nod cuddling into his chest, "No, but I'm now cold and I'm still sleepy."

He coos patting your head then cheekily replies, "I'll be your new warmth." Giggling you slowly close your eyes falling into the warmth of his hug.

Definitely would feel bad for waking you up but would distract you with hugs

The type to sing a made-up song to make you get up

Would probably sometimes attempt to wake you up by just laying down next to you and poking your face till you get annoyed

🤖 Asahi

"I'm sleepy," you tell Asahi as soon as you both are outside the restaurant. 

"Do you want to go home then?" 

"Yeah," you reply though a yawn. Already starting to feel drowsy. 

Silently Asahi takes your purse from you. He then wraps an arm around your shoulder letting your head fall into his shoulder.

"My dorm is closer. You can spend the night." 

You just snuggle closer into his shoulder humming in agreement. Already drifting off to sleep

Asahi just wants you to be comfortable

He doesn't try to convince you to do anything when you're tired

Plans get canceled or pushed back because of this

🦊 Yedam

As soon as lunch rolls around you have your head placed on the table ready for a long nap. Yedam has been trying to course you to eat for the past 15 minutes.

"You need to eat, come on. At least drink your milk." 

Huffing you push the milk away, "I just want to sleep. I'm so over today." 

"Did you stay up all night?" 

"Yeah. I should have finished my project earlier, but I had no motivation," you tell him. 

"I understand," he replies, then he pushes away his tray laying his head down next to yours, "We will both have a small nap and then I'll walk you back home. You have to promise me to take care of your sleep schedule." 

His kind gesture warms your heart so you end up agreeing before you fall asleep.

Is really concerned about why you don't want to get up

He goes out of his way to make sure you don't feel like your being a burden 

100% would wait till you feel like getting up

🐰 Doyoung

The ringing of your phone is the first thing to wake you up in the morning. Still, with a groggy voice, you pick up your phone grumping out a small, "Hello." The laughter of Doyoung doesn't help to bring you back to reality. He's too happy considering what time it is. 

"Good morning. Do you want to get up any time soon?" 

"No," you reply, still half asleep and it's painfully obvious by your voice. 

"We have plans today, remember." 

You manage to peak open your eyes. At this point the sun hasn't even risen yet, "It's too early, call back later." 

"It's 6 already, you should have been up 30 minutes ago. Do you even remember what we are doing today?"

Thinking for a second at what could possibly be so important to wake up at the peak of dawn it finally clicks in your mind. It's not enough to get you to spring up out of bed, but you sit up. 

"Do you remember now?" 

You slowly stretch yawning, "We have plans with your mom this morning. You should have called me earlier," you whine getting up heading straight for the bathroom, "I have to get ready. I'll meet you at the station, don't forget to call me. When you leave. Oh and tell your mom I can't wait to shop with her."

You don't let him respond before you hang up. Later on, before leaving you notice you have a few missed calls from Doyoung. You leave with a smile knowing he'd been trying to wake you up since 5 am.

Sleepy himself or wide awake he'll make sure you are up on time

He won't let you sleep in, but he'll make it up to you with either food or sleepy cuddles on the way to school 

He gets clingy when you're tried

Offers to help you with everything 

He claims hugs and cuddles are the best sleepy medicine

🐏 Haruto

"We should probably get up now."

Shifting around you yawn rubbing your face deeper into the pillow, "Just 5 more minutes."

"5 minutes turns into 30 real quick," he points out. He sits up stretching his arms in the air, "Come on let's get dressed."

"No," you huff, dragging the blanket over your head in a weak attempt to block out his voice. 

"Okay I'm leaving without you," he warns.

You contemplate the pros and cons for a second, then respond, "Bye-bye. Bring me back a coffee."

Haruto doesn't really need to try

He'll usually just say he's gonna leave and eventually, you'll get up and follow

Other times he'll just lay there with you

He's usually just as sleepy as you are (if not more)

🐺 Jeongwoo

"You have to get up." 

Jeongwoo looks just as tired as you. His face is adorably puffy and his hair is sticking all up all over the place. 

"Just a few more minutes."

A soft groan comes in response, "It's already 6. We had our nap."

"Please just a little longer," you pout, trying to compromise. 

He contemplates for a second, before plopping down onto the bed himself, "Just five more minutes."

Jeongwoo lets you sleep in 

You'll both sleep in for another 10 minutes or so before you both cave and get up

Bonus is seeing a sleepy Jeongwoo trying to wake you up

You're both sleepy and groggy until you get up and start the day 

🐮 Junghwan

"My shoulder hurts," Junghwan complains, twisting his shoulder around to make himself comfortable. Currently, you're on the bus on the way to a new garden cafe right after school. You'd both decided to ditch cram school today just for a few hours of stress release. 

"Stay still I'm so sleepy."

"Do you want to go home then?" 

You shift around yawning before nodding, "Yeah, I didn't think I was going to get so tired, sorry."

He laughs lightly, "It's okay. I knew you would probably be sleepy from school."

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Positive, the cafe will always be there tomorrow," he reassures.

You slightly smile before shifting around getting comfortable in his shoulder, "Okay, but just 5 more minutes."

He's considerate so he will bring you tea to course you to want to wake up

Falls for the 5 more minutes plea a little too much

5 minutes turns into 20 then your both late

He doesn't have the heart to wake you up

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[theravencawsatmidnight]

Rabbit. Chapter Two Part Two

Draco x Hufflepuff reader

Tags; @khemz1312 @trashyvicks @dracoslittlesunflower @dracmalf0y-dm @rosiehufflepuff @goofygobber @shinsouscatpisssmell

W!Heavy Ptsd, mental freak outs. Hearing voices, blood, bruises, cuts. Draco trying to convince himself he’s fine. Refusing to ask for help. Mental instability. The voices are the Dementors

After two years in Azkaban for how he treated you he was finally free. The only thing keeping him going was you. Now finally reunited with his Rabbit he thinks things will go easier for him. But Draco is struggling mentally and refusing to ask for help, but his only hope might be the person he despises the most

Draco did not return to the bedroom, he ran his hands under the cold water staring at them watching the blood run down his wrists down to the drain of the sink trying to think of a way around this… what could he do ? he needed help… The man shook his head at just the thought of him asking for help. “Rubbish.” he slapped the water off drying his hands on his briefs and going to check on you to see you asleep.

Its dark there huh?

Like the cell

“Shut up…” the tired shaky man shook his head going back to the living room, his vision was dizzy and he had to drag himself along the wall so he would not stumble and fall.

Why do you even bother?

Coming here?

“B-b-because..”Draco fell into the back of the couch seeing Biscuit asleep on his pillow and quickly went around the furniture to scoop up the rabbit holding him close to his chest. He let out a heavy sigh of relief once he felt Biscuits cold nose against his chest sniffing around. “I ,.. Wanna be with her…” he laid down on the couch with the curious bunny on his chest. He shook his head several times trying to get the voices to subside..

But does she want to be with .. you?

“She does.. “

Draco did not last long in the dark; he had gotten up and turned every light on except for the bedroom . one thing Draco did learn in Azkaban was that the Dementors hated the light. So every night he would sit under the window in his cell hoping the moon would be full and bright enough to shine in on him… But even with all the lights on he still saw darkness when he shut his eyes…

He was back on the couch with Biscuit on his chest again trying to think of something else, anything else. He wanted to share the bed with you so bad.. He longed for that moment with you. To have you snuggle against him .. tracing your finger on his chest.. Telling him stories .. cuddling up to him when you get cold.. Did you have any cute sleeping habits he wondered.. And did you prefer the middle or the edge of the bed.. Did you like to sleep in …?

“Rabbit……”

What if you get worse?

You already broke a glass, remember?

“Shut u-u-p…” he was starting to sweat, a long bead of it sliding down his head. We miss you Draco

Dont you miss us?

“N-no..” his hands found his hair digging into his locks. “I .. “

We love you for who you are Draco.

“You bastards made me this way..!” he sat up and Biscuit hopped off his lap scaring Draco, he jumped shielding his face till he realized it was just the bunny. “Im…” he wrapped his arms around himself feeling very sticky and uncomfortable all over, his skin felt like it was crawling and his bruises ached again with each heave of breath he took from his chest. “Im fine…”

You are fine , Draco.

Perfectly fine

Your fine

Your fine

Your fine…

Your ..fine

You-r fi-ne…

“SHUT UP!!!” Draco threw himself on the floor hitting his head hard on the wood making the voices subside, he stayed there for a minute, crying.

**

In the morning you had woken up to an empty bed and every light on in your home. Quickly you jumped out of bed rushing to the living room to see it empty. “dr..Draco..”

“Yes Rabbit?” you heard behind you.

You whipped around seeing Draco with a towel around his neck and sweats on him. You clung to him sighing with relief. “Nothing.. Goodmorning.”

Draco squeezed you tight, wrapping an arm around your back and head giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead. Draco had passed out from exhaustion last night around 3 AM and woke up not too long ago drenched in a cold sweat with Biscuit wiggling his nose on his cheek . he had no idea when you would wake up so he had to hurry and cover his tracks.

“Good Morning Rabbit.” Draco squeezed you again and you slipped free taking his hand.

“I'm thinking.. We go get some clothes today?”

“S-sure.”

“And i think the twins opened their shop up again, maybe we could .. go check it out? Everyone deserves a good laugh sometimes..”

he was nervous.. It would be crowded in the twins shop...

Why dont you just run away

Come back to us

You cant handle things on your own anymore

You cant handle this-

He shook his head bringing your hand to his lips so he could kiss it. “Sounds good, Rabbit.”

The shopping went.. Okay.. there's only so many choices in Diagon Alley after all. Simple dress clothes and a couple loose shirts was all he needed. All though you insisted he get some more clothes he could relax in .

“Draco dont you want more loose fitting things?”

“D-dosint ma-matter Rabbit” he was having a hard time talking to other people. Everyone he ran into asked him about Azkaban and you had to step in and change the subject before Draco blew up at them. You noticed he did not walk the same way he did in Hogwarts; back then he had his head in the clouds, his ego on his sleeve, his attitude front and center and that damn smug smile he wore on that damn grumpy face.

Now he looked over his shoulder, shook his head, faked his smile and rubbed his hands alot to keep himself from scratching his arms. You noticed he only did it when the wind blew and were growing more and more concerned about him. Something was wrong, something awful must have happened in Azkaban… but the real question was would he ask you to listen to him explain… anyone… someone.. You loved Draco Malfoy, but you worried for his health too.

“Hmm.. im going to get you a few more . ill be right back “

“O-o kay, ill be .. at the twins shop”

You turned to grab his hand “you sure youll be okay alone?”

Will you?

We dont think so

You wont be alone Draco

….you will have us…

He shook his head and pulled you in for a hug and kissed your lips. “Im sure, Pet. no go get me something nice yeah?” he patted your head, getting a small smile out of you.

“Yes, Draco” you teased him hurrying off into the clothing store again. It warmed his heart a bit.. He loved the teasing .. he wanted more of it. He wanted hsi days to be full of it…

Its a shame…

...that this will not last..

..but….. Everyday you go on..

...brings you closer to us…

“Shut.. up..i shouldn't be able to hear you in that bloody twins shop … “ Draco stumbled turning around to make hsi way to the very eyesore of a shop.

*

Loud. it was loud. It was crowded and people were everywhere laughing, playing jokes on others, playing music, things were flying around, confetti and the likes. People shoving to get to the next big attraction and shoving all kinds of colourful candy in their mouths. Draco flinched every time someone touched him. Usually he would yell and shove back but .. all he could do now was cower and look over his shoulder . his head was quiet, for once. He could not hear the Dementors in here and the shop was well lit too making it easier to keep them at bay.

Draco maneuvered the shop looking for the twins , it should not be too hard. All the Weasleys have this unique look to them. Draco moved to the center of the store when someone bumped him trying to get by making him jump and stumble into the desk hitting his hip, someone else pushed by and he white knuckled the furniture starting to breath heavily.

Draco…..

Draco…….

Draco……….

“Dammit.. Shut up….” he pulled himself up looking over the people seeing the twins at the back of the store. Carefully he made his way to them and they both saw him and waved.

“There he is !” Fred said.

“All is right now yep” George added.

Draco was holding his side trying to stand up straight and look intimidating but the look on his face told the twins he was afraid.

“Bloody… twins.”

“Thats us!” they both said with pride.

“Wheres… Pottah…..”

They looked at each other and then Draco, getting a good look at him.

“You okay Mate?” Fred asked , helping him steady himself

“How is y/n by the way?” George asked.

“Shes f--f-f-ine, “ he shook Fred off gulping down a breath. “Where. Is. Pottah”

“Uhm.. top floor actually, hes getting some things for his kids.” Fred pointed.

“Thanks..” Draco shot them a look with a slight nod and made hsi way up the steps to the much more empty area. He spotted Harry looking over some joke spells in a book . Draco tried to be quiet but…

The boy who lived?

Draco stumbled into a desk making it squeak, Harry looked up from the book and quickly put it down to go to Dracos side. He was struggling to stand and breathe.

“Draco…? Are you alright?”

“Sshh--shut up…-”

Yes ,,, Draco …

Shut him out…

You dont need him

You only need us

...you only need… us

Harry helped the man anyway and Draco slumped into his side cursing himself. Harry helped Draco to an empty room and shut the door, carefully he sat the man down in a chair and sat down across from him not saying anything. Draco was a mess inside and out right now, he hated Pottah, hated everything about him , how dare he refuse to be his friend all those years ago? That duel… that damn… quidditch match… that damn….. Bird …

Leave..

Leave

Draco, leave

You dont need-

“P-p-pott-ah,.....”

Dont.

“I … n-ee-dd,....” he dug his fingers in his hair whimpering in front of this man .

Harry instantly knew something was wrong, he stayed as calm as he could.

Draco Malfoy of Slytherin... the smug, man who did not care for anyone else at all , only himself. Never asked for help from anyone, did things his way… picked on whoever he wanted...not a care in the world… was whimpering in front of the man he hated most. On the verge of a breakdown.

“I need…..”

DONT DRACO!!!

He looked in Harrys eyes with heavy tears falling down his face… staining the wood table. “I need help……………………..please………………”

#draco 😤 #draco x hufflepuff reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #.RabbitFic

[dean-winchesters-gardian-angel]

The Same Bed - Chapter 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Friends are there to help each other out, but can they help falling for each other when all the long days they spend together turn into late nights. Can they help it dispite their reliance on each other.

Word count: 2845

Warnings: Fluff, angst, nightmares, slow burn.

A/N: Here you go peeps! Chapter one has arrived and is ready to be consumed. Read it, enjoy it and I’ll see you on the other side. There is also a tag list, so be sure to tell me if you want in, as well as a masterlist so be sure to check it out. Unbeta’d all mistakes are mine.

Series masterlist

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She and Dean would always watch a movie together before they would go to bed. It was something of a tradition they had. After a case, they would pick a movie and watch it in Dean's room seeing as he had the bigger T.V. More often than not Dean would fall asleep before the end of the show leaving Y/N to turn it off before heading to her own room. Given the hard work he put into hunts and the fact that he’d usually be the one to drive them all home afterward, it’s not like he hadn’t earned it. Y/N would rarely wait till the end of the show once she realized Dean had fallen asleep. She would silently turn off the T.V. and retreat to her room, but tonight was different.

She had dozed off slightly, still chiming in at the louder moments of the show or when Dean would laugh. After a while, she could hear the credits roll as Dean lifted a blanket over her shoulders. Y/N was in the state where she was aware of her surroundings but couldn’t bring herself to move or make any noise so there was no point in trying to get up. She felt Dean slide down I put his head to his pillow, the blankets rustled slowly as Dean made an effort to stay quiet as not to wake her. The movie had fished, and the lights had been turned off and now, as she trailed off once again soothed by Deans breathing, he followed closely behind her, the both of them drifting off in tandem.

The dream, or more so dreams she had, were ones she had been familiarized with. Hunter dreams, one could call them. Images of monsters and ghosts, angels and demons, blood, death, and deals. But she had a favourite. It was always the last she would have before waking up, which was fitting considering how many times he’d saved her in real life.

Dean.

Y/Ns last and favourite dream was of Dean. The dream's plot was typically different front the last, but he was consistent in his appearance. Dean was always there. Y/N hadn’t gotten that far in her dream cycle though. Not tonight.

She was awakened suddenly by a cry coming from behind her. The frightened girl spun over in her spot distinguishing Dean as he gripped the pillow, he was sleeping on in the darkness that surrounded them. It had taken her a moment to realize she had stayed in Dean's bed. He had been whimpering for minutes as she tried to shake him out of his nightmare.

“Dean — Dean! Please wake up Dean. It’s just a dream come on wake up, please Dean, please.” He finally woke, startlingly quick and flipped her over and pinning down her wrist. Growling, his face inches from her, anger in his eyes, his grip tight on her arms. She was terrified. Looking up at one of the only people she trusts, she spoke cautiously as not to startle him further, apprehensive of the situation she was in.

“Dean? It’s me...it’s Y/N” his eyes began to soften, aa his grip loosened, “It was just a bad dream Dean, you’re okay, you’re safe.” Her voice was barely over a whisper. Dean moved his hands from her wrists, that had been left red from the tight grip he had them in, too alongside her, lowering his head to her shoulder as he brought himself closer to her body. He slowly rested himself on Y/Ns body hugging her desperately. She reciprocated the embrace reaching up around to him to hug him back slowly and hesitantly. She felt him shutter. It shattered her heart into a million pieces knowing that Dean was so broken, seeing only now how well he had covered it up around everyone else.

“Shit! — I’m sorry” he sobbed still resting his head on her shoulder.

“Dean, it’s okay, hey, don’t worry about it, okay?” he nuzzled closer to her pulling her in tight. All she could do was close her eyes and hug him back, gripping tightly to his shirt. The two of them stayed there for a very long time. So long, in fact, that Y/N had pondered the possibility that he had maybe fallen back to sleep though she knew he hadn’t, she could still feel the rigidity in his body. At once, Dean lifted his head and body off of her, turning away from her instantly.

“I’m sorry — this was — I- I really shouldn’t have put that on you. I’m sorry I kept you here, you probably want to go to your own room and sleep. And I’m sorry for scaring you, really I didn’t mean to hurt you it was— I’m sorry.” He had sat up against the headboard avoiding eye contact, staring blankly at the sheets on his lap. Y/N sat up turning to face him, her shoulders leaning against the headboard. He looked exhausted.

“How long have you been having nightmares?” He didn’t say anything. “Dean?” She whispered sliding her hand over his in an instinctive gesture of reassurance. He looked up at her when she did so, making her pull away quickly in realization.

“Sorry.” He turned away again touching his own hand now where hers was just seconds ago. “I’ve always had nightmares. Ever since I was a kid.” he looked like he was holding back tears, though she didn’t mention it. Dean was the ‘Tough Guy’ who would never shed a tear, which to Y/N made her even more worried about him at that moment, though he had just cried on her shoulder an instant ago.

“Every night?”  She questions. he shrugged as he reached up to drag his hand down over his face, bringing the potential tears with it.

“Most nights. That is when I manage to fall asleep.”

Y/N looked at him and all she wanted to do was hug him again, tighter, never letting go.

“I always left before they would come, wouldn’t I?” He smirked sadly and nodded still looking down. “Can I be honest with you Y/N?” He had straightened out but still hadn’t look her in the eyes.

“Always, Dean that’s what I’m here for.” He paused for a second figuring out how to piece together his thought to make a comprehendible statement.

“I pretend.” She didn’t understand what he was getting at and so she didn’t answer hoping he would elaborate. He did so, after glancing at her briefly, almost as though he was looking for someone he knew was already there, he just had to make sure.

“On our movie nights... I pretend to fall asleep. I pretend so that you would leave. That way you don’t have to witness what you did tonight. I’m sorry. And then tonight… I didn’t want to wake you. I figured maybe I’d be okay tonight. Guess I was wrong.” He was looking down at his covers again.

“Dean, that doesn’t even make sense. Why would you pretend if I’d have left after the movie anyway?” He made a ‘good point’ frown and nodded his head.

“I just- I didn’t want to accidentally fall asleep before you and have this whole situation happen. I was trying to avoid this, and it worked.” He looked disappointed but Y/N could tell it was with himself.

“Dean why wouldn’t you have just said you’re too tired for our movie nights. It’s not like I would have blamed you I mean you deserve a little rest.” He looked up to her quickly with a desperate expression on his face.

“No! I don’t — I love our movie nights Y/N, they’re great I don’t wanna stop having them and —“ he sighed his look saddening again as she turned away from her. “Maybe you’re right. I shouldn’t put you in that kind of situation, I’m sorry.”

“Hey! Don’t make this about me, if you like our movie night then we’ll keep ‘em going. They’re sorta the highlight of my day anyway. I don’t care that you have issues, Winchester. I can deal with that but don’t shut me out because you’re scared of what’s behind the door. We can open it together; I’m not ditching you because you have nightmares.” Y/Ns confession had done a great deal to lighten the mood. He was looking at her now and not just quick glances, he was holding eye contact. “Why don’t you go back to sleep Dean, try to get some rest, I’ll stay here, watch over you.” She shrugged rubbing Dean's shoulder in hopes of calming him and easing him into saying ‘yes’.

“No!” It didn’t work. “It’ll just happen again either you leave or I’m not going to sleep.” He looked exhausted, pleading for her not to insist or her proposition any further.

“You can’t be sure it’ll happen again Dean, who knows maybe your subconscious will be put at ease with knowing someone's there for you.” She was making a good case though he wasn’t convinced.

“Don’t you think that would have worked earlier?”  Indeed, he had a point, but Y/N seemed to think otherwise.

“No, because earlier you went to sleep thinking you had to protect me, now you can go to sleep while I protect you.” Dean looked more and more convinced with every word she said but never entirely persuaded. “Dean you’re drained, you need to sleep, okay. If anything happens then I promise, I promise, I won’t push you any further. But you don’t know until you try.”

After a pause and without a word Dean lay down pulling the covers up his chest, arms resting over himself, stiff as a board. He was too caught up with scenarios running through his head to notice Y/N's triumphant smile. She didn’t move from her spot, leaning against the headboard watching Dean. His eyes had yet to close for more than the split second it took to blink, and Y/N couldn’t help but find his stubbornness endearing as annoying as it might have been.

“Sleep Dean, you’re safe, I’m here.”

“That's what I’m worried about.” He side-eyed her or more so looked up to her without moving a singled tensed muscle. Y/N, without a word, took hold of his hand interlacing his fingers with her own and leaving it in his chest.

“Sleep Dean.” Little did she know how much her hand in his relaxed him. Not that Dean had seen it coming but it was a reassuring gesture that took his mind off the occupying thoughts. Slowly but surely the burdened man that lay next to her fell into a restful sleep, Y/N not far behind. Her eyes drifted closed steadily as she lay on her side watching Dean's chest rise and fall, their fingers still interlocked.

Dean was skeptical of the idea, to begin with, but was in utter shock when he woke to Y/Ns alarm going off on her phone. To be fair, Y/N wasn’t entirely convinced of the plan either but acted as those she believed to keep Dean from reacting poorly to her staying. Dean hastily turned off the blaring noise that persisted next to his ear before turning to face Y/N, who’s hand was still lazily holding his. Dean couldn’t help but smile, admittedly well-rested or at least more so than he would have been, had she listened to him and left. She was moving around trying to conjure the will to open her eyes, which eventually she did, immediately gazing into Deans. She could identify a mild smile as they lay facing each other.

“Thank you.” He squeezed her hand which she was only now realizing was still being held. “For staying…For being here for me, protecting me.”

“That’s what I’m here for…Was that my alarm?” He nodded at her still smiling. “We should get up. I want pizza.” He chuckled at her sudden desire for Italian food.

“It’s 9 am and you want pizza?”

“It was in my dream, we were eating pizza only it was really, really big and we couldn’t finish it so we gave it to Sam who was actually a dog. It was weird, but now I want pizza.” He watched her get up and pick up her belongings as she explained.

“That sounds like an awesome dream.”

“How about you? More nightmares?”

“Actually, no. For the first time in God knows how long; no nightmares. I didn’t dream of anything as a matter of fact, which I’m considering a huge win. Y/N, really, thank you.”

“No need to thank me, Dean, it’s the least I could do. I’m just glad it worked, and you managed to get a little shut-eye.”

“Shut-eye! Are you kidding me I feel like I slept a full 8 hours!”

“That's ‘cause you did. We got home around 7, ate dinner, the movie started at around 9 ish, you had your nightmare at around midnight, and it didn’t take you very long to fall back asleep once you allowed yourself to relax Dean. You were passed out by 1 at the latest and woke up to the alarm 8 hours later.”

Dean looked astonished and overjoyed that he had managed to stay asleep for 8 hours.

“That’s — wow! I slept!” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at Dean's good mood and the childish grin on his face. “What do say I get you that pizza, huh? As a way of thanking you.”

“Dean I already told — no you know what, yeah I want pizza, let’s go.” She said as she marched out of his room set on heading to her own and changing out of her PJs.

“Okay, but we’re sharing! Y/N?” He yelled out after her, smiling to himself at the magic she pulled. Dean followed Y/Ns lead in getting changed and ready for the day.

They spent the day looking for cases and, with no luck, turned to the television to spare them of their boredom. Y/N and the brothers eventually called it a day after finishing the third or was it the fourth movie together. Y/N made her way to her room, as did the boys, to put on PJs after showering. She made her way back to the bathroom to brush her teeth and waved Sam goodnight as he slid into his room. There was a knock on the door and Y/N opened it, halfway through brushing her pearly whites, revealing a shy looking Dean.

“Cah I hell ou?” Dean's expression went from shy to confused in just under a second.

“What?” Y/N took the toothbrush out of her mouth and spit out the rest.

“I said can I help you.”

“No, you didn’t you said kahlalala ooo”

“Shut up, what do you want?” They laughed in unison before Dean settled down resorting back to the shy demeanour he initially had.

“I — Well I was sorta hoping that maybe, you know if you’re cool with it, that maybe you could come to my room and possibly stay there with me again tonight — I mean —“

“Are you asking me to sleep with you?” She found her joke funny enough, unfortunately, Dean was too worried about asking her in the first place that he panicked.

“No! Well, yes, technically but that not what I meant! I was just—“

“Dean, oh my god, relax, I was just teasing. Of course, I will, in fact, I was about to head over to your room once I finished in here to see if you wanted company again tonight.”

“You were?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Right, yeah, okay.”

“Are we good?’

“Yeah, yeah, super good.”

“Okey dokey then Dean-o, let’s go”

Dean made a face to express his disapproval at the nickname she had appropriated for him as they made their way to his bedroom and successively got into bed. Once under the covers, Dean spoke, voicing his natural uncertainties.

“Are you sure about this?”

“As long as you wear a condom.” Dean turned his head to face her, unamused by her joke, a frown on his face. She looked to him while doing her best to hide the smirk on her face though falling miserably.

“Hey, you asked me here Dean.”

“Y/N — what if I lose it tonight what I was just lucky last night.” “Do you want to hold my hand?” Dean paused before answering. “Would that be okay?” Without answering Y/N lifted her hand for Dean to take and he did.

“Sleep, Dean. You’ll be fine.”

She was right once again. Dean awoke around four in the morning still holding Y/Ns hand, his body and in turn, face mere inches from hers. He hasn’t managed to sleep in due to the 8 hours the night before and the uneventful day. He watched as she slept soundly. An hour passed before Dean decides to move, kissing her forehead after whispering a ’Thank you, sweetheart.’

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Chapter 2

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I’ll wait for you (Tony X Avenger!Reader)

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(Y/N) - Your name

Plot: After the battle of New York, (Y/N), an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and an Avenger, helps Tony rebuild the Stark Tower.

Extra information: (Y/N) is best friends with Clint and Natasha and is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

The night after the battle of New York, you all crash in the half-destroyed Stark Tower. You find the guest rooms completely fine, salvage some singed blankets and pillows from above, and take one room each.

You fall asleep before your head touches the pillow. The next morning when you wake up, you go out to look if someone’s awake yet, but every door is closed tight.

You sigh and head towards the open kitchen. The kitchen was beautiful before it was ruined. It was an open kitchen, with the opposite wall as a window which was overlooking the city. The window was shattered by the gunshots.

Sighing once more, you make your way to the shelves with the utensils. Taking out a pan and a ladle you place it on the stove. Getting out the eggs and the bread, you start making eggs and toast, enough for everyone.

While you’re eating, Steve comes out, drowsy. You wish him a ‘good morning’, shoot him a smile, you point towards the breakfast. He nods and mutters a ‘thank you’ and gets the food.

Once you’re done eating, you say “I’m going to freshen up,” and head back to your room. You open the door and step inside, and shut the door.

You close your eyes for a second, just imagining the work that would have to be done to get this tower back up and running. When you open your eyes, Tony’s face is less than an inch away from yours. You jump.

“God, Tony! What is wrong with you!?” You say. You’re mad at him for scaring you, but you can’t deny the fact that a sleepy Tony is really cute. No, wait, you can’t think like this! You had promised yourself you would never get into a relationship again, after last time.

“Please get out, I have to get ready,” You tell him. He pouts, and crosses his hands over his chest, but doesn’t move from his spot.

“Breakfast’s ready,” You say. “I don’t want breakfast,” he says, making his way over to your bed. “What do you want then?” You ask as he sits down. “To sleep,” he replies, yawning.

“We’re going to be very busy for the next few weeks, we don’t have time Tony,” You tell him, but he is already fallen over on your bed and half asleep. You figure almost dying and being scared back to life was traumatic so you decide to let him rest a little more. He earned it.

You move Tony into a more comfortable position and pull your blanket up to his shoulders, tucking him in.

After you shower and are ready, you step out of the bathroom. Your eyes were drawn to the bed, where Tony is shivering and sweating profusely.

You almost run the whole way to him, before shaking him awake. He shoots up, panting. You calm him down and help him sit up properly. “Tony? You okay?” you ask him. He takes a deep breath before nodding.

You hug him. He is still taking deep breaths, you rub his back to steady his breaths. “Shh, shh, it’s okay,” You whisper in his ear. You feel something wet on your shoulder, it takes you a second to realize he was crying.

Eventually, he stops crying and his breathing calms. “You wanna talk about it?” You ask softly. You feel him shake his head. “Okay, okay,”

A few minutes later, he pulled away from you and rubbed his face, he takes another deep breath. “I can’t believe you saw me like this,” He says.

“Tony, it’s okay to be not okay sometimes. It’s okay to cry, let it all out. No one is happy all the time, they need a shoulder to cry on from time-to-time. I can be yours if you want,” you offer.

He sniffles once, gets up, and simply walks out of the room. Sighing for the 5th probably today, you stand up and change your T-shirt.

When you go to the kitchen, everybody but Tony is sitting there, eating or just hanging out. “Where’s Tony?” you ask. “Probably in his room,” Natasha says. You nod.

“Well someone should go get him,” You say, hoping someone would offer, when no one does, you roll your eyes. “Why don’t you go? You two seem the closest,” Clint suggests.

“I don’t think he wants to talk to me right now,” I say.

“Who won’t wanna talk to you, beautiful?” I hear Tony’s voice say before his hand sneaks around my waist.

You look at him, he is now dressed up and has combed his hair. He’s wearing sunglasses and looking completely fine.

Removing his hand from your waist you say “Okay, so now that we’re all here, what now?” “Well, I’ll have to return to Asgard, with Loki,” Thor booms.

You nod. “We can all go together, then.” Everyone agrees. “We’ll leave in 15,” Tony says, as he starts eating.

They get into their own conversations as you walk over to Tony. “You feeling fine?” You say quietly, so no one would hear you. He nods, “I’m always fine,” But you give a pointed look. “You must be exhausted, did you sleep at all last night? If I didn't get my sleep, I’d be snapping at every other person,” you mutter.

You get a glass of water and as you drown it, everyone starts filling out of the room. You follow them down to the garage and everybody picks their vehicle.

You take your car, in which Loki and Thor hitch a ride as well. He directs you to some kind of park, the others follow your car.

Once you reach, everyone gets down and stands in a circle around Loki and Thor. Thor nods as a goodbye, not noticing Loki’s tiny smirk. You always thought if he wasn’t doing evil things, he could have been an amazing, sarcastic friend. The way Thor describes him from their childhood, he seems to be quite funny.

Once they are gone, Natasha hugs you, surprising you. Laughing, you squeeze back. “Where are you off to?” You ask her. “Well, I’m going back to work with S.H.I.E.L.D, Steve says he’s going too,” she replies.

“What about you?” “Ah, I’m not too sure, I need a break after all of this. It’s like I’ve been going continuously from one impossible mission to another, was in a near-death situation at least 15 times in the past month, I need some time off,” You rant to her.

“I feel you, I’ll tell Fury, but you better be ready to come when we need you,” she says, smiling. You hug her one more time before she goes to say bye to someone else.

You turn around to come face-to-face with Tony. “How much of that did you hear?” “All of it,” He simply replies.

“You sound like a stalker, but whatever,” you mutter, and take one step back.

“So, no plans huh?” he says. “Nope,” you pop the ‘p’. “I-I was-uh wonder-” “Tony Stark, The Tony Stark, the great, stuttering?” You ask, one eyebrow shoots up. “Hey it’s fine, I was kidding,” you say as you smack his arm lightly.

“I was wondering if you wanted to stay at Stark Tower with me for a while? I mean, you’d have to help me rebuild it first, but consider that your debt paid, for staying there,” he says.

The reason you know the place so well is because you helped build the Stark Tower the first time. You went undercover as an interior designer and helped him build and design the tower. When he figured out you were a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, he was beyond surprised.

“A debt? I’m sorry, didn’t you just invite me to stay there as a guest?” You say smiling. “Yeah, but you helped me design the Stark Tower the first time, it turned out pretty well,” “Just ask already,” you roll your eyes.

“Fine, I need your help,” he admits. “Thank you! Sure, I’ll help,” you say.

You were interrupted by Clint. “(Y/N)!” He hugged you from behind. You smiled at Tony before turning to Clint and hugging him back. “Heard you don’t know what you’re doing next?” He says. “Now, I do. I’m staying back with Tony, helping with the Tower, again.” You reply.

He gives a knowing smirk, which you ignore.

“What about you?” You ask him. “I’m gonna visit them, they’re going to be worried sick. After that back to missions I guess,” “Okay, but you know you can take a break right? Just for a while, you never do,”

Natasha walks over and we share a group hug, just like old times. “See ya guys,” you say to them.

You walk over to Steve. You haven’t become friends as such, but you thought a formal goodbye would be nice. “I hear you’re going to continue working for S.H.I.E.L.D,” “Yup, I hear you’re going to stay with Stark for a while,” he replies. “Mm-hmm”

He gives you a suggestive look. You chuckled, “No, not like that god, you guys are so dirty-minded,”

“Good luck,” you wish him. “Thanks, same to you,” he replies.

Knowing that Bruce would be staying with Tony for a while, you didn’t go to him.

Everyone said bye to each other and took off, you following Tony’s car.

You guys drive to Tony’s house, where you’d be staying till the Tower was ready.

You have a lot of time on your hands, so you start jotting down ideas for the Tower. Once you are done drawing the outline and the rough draft of the Tower, you ask Jarvis to make it a hologram so you can make changes easily.

You start adding and removing things to the hologram, unknowingly working late into the night.

At one point you hear a knock at your door, you are temporarily staying in one of the guest rooms. “Come in,” you call out, frowning at the hologram. “Why are you still up?” You hear Tony’s voice ask, but don’t look up. “Just working on the Tower, I had a few ideas. Listen, Tony, what do you think about making this the Avengers Tower? I mean you’ll still own it, but the others can come and stay at any time they want? If you say yes to that I have a few other ideas, like what if we have a circular room with doors across the walls and it’s a kind of closet with our weapons and suits and stuff, and there’s an opening from which a jet can fly out and we can use it easily in case of emergenci-” You are cut off from your ranting by Tony’s hand clamping your mouth shut.

For the first time in hours, you look up. Tony is now wearing normal clothes and has a glass of wine in his hand. “How long have you been working?” He asks you, as he removes his hand from your mouth. “I don’t know,” you say, frowning. You don’t even know the time. “It’s 1,” he says helpfully. “Pm?” you ask hopefully. “Am,” he replies, placing the glass down on the desk.

Once you get over the shock that you were working so long, you turn to Tony who is smiling at you. “Why aren’t you asleep then?” You interrogate him. “Nightmares,” he says simply, taking a sip from the glass.

“Well, I’m going to keep you company, what are you doing?” You say. “Nothing right now,” “Okay, what do you want to do?” You ask him. “Work on the Tower?” he suggests. “Sure, so I had some more ideas,” You start, and you both work for hours.

Around 8 in the morning, Tony decides it was time to take a break.

“So, wanna go out for breakfast?” Tony asks you. “Like a date?” “Sure, if you want,” “Not a date then,” “Okay, just breakfast,” Tony says after a second.

You go back to your room, where clothes are laid out for you. Once you're ready, you go out and wait for Tony. Bruce is still asleep, Jarvis informs you, so you both go alone.

Breakfast is kinda awkward, both of you try to make small talk.

You have never seen Tony so awkward, he’s always been so smooth with women.

When you get back to his house, Bruce is awake, so Tony goes off with him, and you’re left all alone. You decide to explore the mansion. There are a lot of rooms, and this inspires you to continue to work on the Tower.

You do again, working into the night without eating any food. Around 9 pm, there’s a knock on your door again. You tell them to come in and it was Tony again. “You need to take a break!” Tony says. “I did today morning!” you retort. “Did you even eat anything the rest of the day?” he asked.

You shake your head. He shakes his head in disappointment, and grabs your hand, dragging you out of the room. He takes you to the roof, ignoring your protests.

You were going to say something, but you are overwhelmed by the view, then you noticed the picnic layout. You turn to Tony “Is this for me?”

He nods and sits down on the blanket, calling you over. You sit down next to him.

Even though you promised yourself, it wouldn’t be so bad to try again, would it? You would still need time to get over your last relationship, but eventually, you would move on and find someone else, someone who actually loves you.

“Tony, I can’t be in a relationship with anyone right now. You’re a good man, but...after last time, I can’t just yet. In time, maybe,” He nods in understanding.

“I’ll wait for you,” he says. You smile as you lean into him. You close your eyes enjoying the moment.

A/N: Hey guys! So here's another chapter! I hope you like it! Tony's a bit OOC at the start, but I feel like everyone needs to be allowed to let their feelings out, have someone to talk to. Bruce isn't there much in this one-shot, but I will be writing more later! Any feedback and comments would be appreciated!

-TheBlueBookworm is out~~!

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Unhealthy love - Patri (yandere/lemon)

"Your a monster."

She tells him one night as they laid in bed facing each other and tears fell from her face. The moonlight shining under them as he felt anger rise from him. "How can she think this? I saved her! I favored her!"

"Humans are greedy creatures, it's not safe for you. Who are the people who locked you up in a cage and used you for their little games?! Who is it?! Tell me!" Patri sneered as she whined in pain because of how he was gripping her arm tightly that it left red mark on her delicate skin.

"The humans did."

He smirked in confidence because of how naive she was. (Your Name) wouldn't know but he used all the humans besides her and only her aside from William that he cared and favored for.

"You can't tell how genuine I am to you?" He soothes her after scolding his reasoning into her head.

"You can be this genuine to everyone else too." She argues softly as he wiped her tears away and wrapped his hand around her neck gritting his teeth.

"If you say something like that again I'll punish you." He says applied pressure as she pulled his hand away gasping for air and he laughed hysterically before letting go and she crawled away from him scared that he would hurt her again.

Patri watched her cry in the corner of the bed and realized what he did before pulling her into his lap.

He shushes her quietly and whispers loving words into her ear.

"I'm sorry (Your Name) I would never hurt you. I just got angry. You have to see my side of the story also. I lost everything." Patri sounded devastated and he truly was a broken man that needed healing.

She looks up to him with diamond eyes and Patri felt like he could drown into them.

Removing some hair from (Your Name) face he kissed her on the lips as she trembled under his touch. Patri held her tighter and rubbed her back, kissing with more need he laid her under him softly.

"I'll kill anyone who gets in our way (Your Name) it's going to be me and you always." He says his face by her neck. She doesn't move as he looks back at her and lays his head on her chest using it as a pillow before falling asleep.

As he fell asleep (Your Name) cried in the dark because she felt trapped again. Patri had freed her but yet she couldn't escape him.

She would be lying if she did say she didn't love him but when he got crazy she felt scared. His mind was unhealthy eaten by anger and revenge.

She wanted to see a much kinder side of him as all the other elves praise. She knew his little secret, he was insecure about himself.

They laid in bed every night and he would rambled that was in his mind and she would sit and quietly listen.

Once he was deep asleep she got out of bed and grabbed a few clothes and made a run for it. She had to tell Clover Kingdom what his plan was and she could potentially save a few life's.

She knew the night duty and everyone schedule from the back of her head.

Walking down the hall she saw a few elves asleep as she sighed in relief and made it towards the exit.

Looking back to make sure no one was behind her she took a run for it into the Forrest. With very little money on her she could hitch a ride to get to Clover Kingdom safely.

Taking a few steps of freedom a pair of similar hands covered her mouth and held her locked with his other arm wrapped around her neck. His sinister smile was placed on his face as he dragged her back.

"That's not very nice, escaping after all the love and need I give you. Why can't you just accept the their fate!" Patri yells and throws her roughy in the room locking it from behind.

Grabbing her hair Patri made her look at him. "Look at me!"

She whimpers and stares at him with fear as he chuckles and throws her down. "Tell me (Your Name) what should your punishment be?" He waits patiently as she laid on the cold floor breathing hard.

"Should I lock you up here with no sunlight? Should I make you watch me kill a few more worthless humans? Should I not pleasure you no more?" He asks innocently tilting his head walking towards her limp body. "Tell me (Your Name). Tell me!" He angrily says yanking her up from the floor.

"Stop!" She yelled back at him struggling to get off his grip but he smiles and throws her on the bed.

"Now you wanna resist me? Well to bad you can't even protect yourself if you tried to leave me! You only have me!" He flips her on her stomach and harshly pulls down her shorts giving her ass a hard smack as she yelled in pain. "You've been a bad girl (Your Name)." He says and gives the other cheek a loud smack.

Whimpering she clutches the sheets and closes her eyes. "Answer me!" He yells and hits her again as she arches her back a bit and he smirks.

"I've been a bad girl. Please punish me." She gives in gasping as he softly kisses the red spots on her ass before giving it a hard bite. She hid her face ashamed of herself, ashamed she let Patri do these things with her.

"Turn around baby." He whispers as she lays on her back covering her face from him.

He frowns and gently removes her hands away her face. "Let me see you. You're beautiful." He praises and leaves pepper kisses all around.

She felt a sense of relief when Patri was nice and kind towards her. He wasn't always yelling and threatening her but ever since his goal to eliminating the humans drew near he became more aggressive and easily irritated.

"Let me ease your pain." He whispers sucking on her ear and caressing her thighs towards her swollen ass.

"Please don't." She says turning away from him hugging herself. "I wanna be alone right now."

Patri pulls her back and lowers himself kissing her thighs and giving it a light suck as she suppressed her moans and forcefully tried to close her legs but he held a tight grip on them. "Patri, I don't want this!" She pleas as he smirks and blew on her sensitive flower.

Pushing one finger in she looked away from him and he sucked on his finger. "You taste devine (Your Name)."

"Patri I said no-"

Gripping her thighs apart he laid the flat of his tongue on her pussy swirling it in slow circles watching her suppress her moans.

She closed her eyes because she was afraid if she looked at him eat her cunt out she was going to surrender to his touch.

"Baby look at me." He says and she still refused. A hard hand slapped her as he grabbed her face saying "You'll watch me eat your pretty pussy out or else I'm fucking you dry later."

Patri smiled in satisfaction as she only nodded her head in fear before working his way back.

He looks back up at her as she gasp when he started to lick her clit in a more faster pace.

Moaning and grabbing his hair lightly she started to bulk her hips up getting more needy. "Does it feel good baby girl?" He asks sucking on her clit as she moaned in response wanting him to move faster. Her thighs trembling from the pleasure he was giving her.

"More! I need more." She begged as he hummed on her clit entering two fingers and curling them.

Patri was painfully getting hard as he groaned. "Damn you taste so good." He says removing his fingers and fucking with his tongue as she gasps and whimpers.

"Don't stop." She demands as he moves his head in rhythm of her hips. Her eyes closed now and mouth open she was going to cum any moment now.

Giving her pussy a few more strokes with his tongue and swirling it around, her legs trembled as she came in his mouth and he rode her orgasm till she was shaking and begging him to remove himself from her.

"You were a good girl." He praised kissing her passionately as she groaned into his mouth holding onto him being more needy.

(Your Name) could feel his erection hit her stomach as they kissed and she asks for permission to ease his pain.

"Only if you want to baby. I won't force you tonight."

Getting on her knees and releasing it she nods her head as he removes some hair off her face.

Patri watches as she strokes his length and lick her lips before gliding her tongue from the bottom to the top of his tip and he hisses.

(Your Name) teased him a bit as she lightly licks around his tip and kisses the top before he got needy and thrusted his hip a bit and she took his whole length into her mouth that she could fit.

"Fuck (Your Name)." He shutters as she looks up to him with innocent eyes. She hollowed her cheeks bobbing her head and moans while doing so.

Her moans vibrating off as he tilted his head back and started to lightly thrust in her mouth.

"Mmm." She says and fastened the pace a bit.

"You like this huh? Sucking my dick you little whore. My whore." He says gripping her head and thrusting into her throated. She looks up to him pleading as saliva came out of her mouth. Gagging a bit she released her head and gasp for air before returning to his dick and stroking the parts she couldn't fit.

Twirling around his tip he groaned. "Fuck I'm so close baby." Patri encourages her as she goes back to hollowing her cheeks and bobbing her head till he released his seeds in her mouth as she swallowed.

After they both came down from a high he picked her up as they laid in bed.

"You know your the only one for me." He says to her as she laid her head on his chest.

"I know." She softly says exhausted from this very night.

"You can't leave me. I won't let you.... I love you."

"I love you too." She says accepting the fact that Patri was the one for her, the one that would protect and love her to the end of time.

(Author note: I don't ever write smut omg this so new to me)

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